"Magical Mistake Part 1"

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Harry Potter has reached his 5th year at Hogwarts. After a few weeks, Harry didn't think anything could grow worse. It wasn't until Potions class that things went way out of hand...
What's the worse that could happen when you and your so-called worst nemesis switched bodies?

Submitted: November 24, 2011

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Submitted: November 24, 2011



Potions Gone Wrong

"Harry, are you listening, mate?" said Ron as he and Harry were hurrying to Defense Against the Dark Arts, the first class of the day. They were running late again.

"Sorry, what did you say?" I said, pushing my glasses up the bridge o fmy nose. Ron rolled his eyes.

"I asked where Hermione was, I didn't see her this morning," Ron said irritably. I shrugged.

"I honestly wasn't paying attention, mind," was my response. We sped up as the bell rang again, both realizing how late they were going to be.

"Oh no,Umbridge is gonna kill us," Ron groaned.

"It was your fault for talking too much," I snapped. "That's just more detention for me!" Ron just grumbled under his breath, and we sighed as the classroom door came into view. Professor Umbridge was standing outside, looking left and right for anymore students. She frowned when she saw me and Ron rushing up to her class.

"There you are," she said in that sickening sweet voice. "Hurry up now, you don't want to be late for your first lesson, now do we?" she asked, raising her eyebrows and grinning like a toad getting her first fly.

"Yes professor," we muttered, and followed her into class with bright red faces. This is going to be a very, long year, I thought as I opened my textbook.


I struggled with opening the boys' bathroom door when I heard a familiar, drawling voice right behind me.

"Hurry up, will you? I need to go too," Draco Malfoy snapped. I growled.

"Shut up Malfoy, I'm already pissed enough as is," I said, tugging after each word.

"Oh for goodness sake, Potter move," Draco said, shoving me out of his way. I frowned and rubbed the sore part of my arm where he pulled. He tugged once, and the door finally unsticked itself. "See? I didn't have any trouble at all," he sneered. "Poor Potter, so weak he can't even open a door," he smirked. I narrowed my eyes at him and pushed him away from the door. I heard a faint "Umph!" from him as he slammed against the brick wall. I smirked right back at him. I turned and walked into one of the stalls.

"You wait, Potter," I heard him mutter as I locked the stall. I looked down at my arm, and wondered why I felt a faint tingling sensation. I shrugged and got on with my business.


"Thank God it's lunch, I'm starving," Ron said as we hurried towards the Great Hall for lunch. I nodded in agreement, my stomach growling at the tantalizing smell of beef stew and boiled potatoes with buttered rolls.

"Ron, you're always hungry," Hermione snapped as she closed her Arithmancy textbook. I rolled my eyes as they bantered all the way to the Great Hall. I was somehow thinking of Malfoy and the way he pushed me out of the way. I shook my head to rid myself of these thoughts. What's the matter with me? I must be getting a fever, I thought.

"Harry, watch out-!" Hermione was cut off when I suddenly walked straight into someone who happened to be right in front of me when I took a step on the staircase. "Umph!" my voice was muffled as my face was buried into someone's chest and BAM BOMP BOMP BA-BOMP BAM we went going down the stairs.

"Ouch! Shit that hurt-" a voice said as his head bumped a step.

"Ow, ouch-!" I yelled as my head hit something solid.

WAM! We finally made it to the bottom of the stairs, and we landed painfully on the marbled floor, with me, unfortunately, on the bottom. Stars and blackness suddenly cloud my vision as pain shot through my head.

"Ow," I said weakly, reaching up to touch my head.

"Harry? Harry, open your eyes!" I heard a voice yell. It sounded so far away. I blinked open my eyes. Draco's face swam into view, looming right above my face. He looked worried, which confused me.

"Wha-?" I said, trying to sit up.

"Potter, are you blind?!" Draco yelled, causing me to jump. "You really could've hurt yourself, you know! Now you may have a concussion, you idiot!" he yelled some more. I raised my eyebrows the best I could.

"Oh? So it's 'You could've hurt yourself,' and not,' You could've hurt me'? Well well, look who cares," I smirked. Draco looked outraged. He sputtered.

"I-well-I hurt my head too!" he yelled, blushing a bright pink. I laughed, and winced as the movement hurt my head. That's when I realized that Draco was still on top of me.

"G-get off me!" I yelled, shoving him off. We both scrambled up, stumbling as we stood. I knew we both were turning as red as Ron's hair. Hermione had her hands over her mouth.

"Are you okay, Harry? Do you need the hospital wing?" her voice rose shrilly.

"No, I'm alright, I just hit my head pretty hard," I muttered, and winced as more pain shot through me.Draco looked at me with unbelief, and suspicion clouded his face. I stared at him. He realized I was looking and narrowed his eyes at me.

"Are you sure you don't need the hopsital, Potter? You can't even go a day without an injury," he sneered. I rolled my eyes and walked towards the Great Hall.

"Come on, weren't you just saying you were starving?" I said to Ron as if nothing happened. He nodded and hurried up beside me to eat.


After the cheerful atmosphere of the Great Hall, I dreaded going to Potions. That's where I'll be with Malfoy, and Professor Snape. I groaned at the thought of being in the same room with them two.

Ron and Hermione both stopped their bickering to stare at me worrily. I sighed. "What?" I said innocently. They looked at each other, and shrugged. I walked in silence, not paying attention to anything but what's in front of me. We walked down to the dungeons, and we shuddered at the chill emanating from the cold stones.

We came to a line formed in front of the Potions room, the Slytherins on one side, the Gryffindors on the other. We came last in line of the Gryffindors, Ron and Hermione chatting with the others, while I drifted off in thought.

"Harry?" I turned to the voice.

"Hm?" I said to Hermione.

"You haven't said a word since...you know..." she trailed off in a whisper. I looked up to see Draco glance my way, his eyes narrowed. I quickly looked away.

"I'm fine, don't worry about it," I said, waving a hand. Hermione opened her mouth to say something when Snape came strolling into the dungeons. Perfect. Right on time.

He opened the door, and we all filed into the classroom, and took our seats.

"Today, class, we shall brew the potion that...." Snape started. And the torture began.


"Ugh," I said, looking at my cauldron with disgust. Today I did even worse than Neville in Potions, which was sayign something. I must've skipped a few steps...

"Um, Harry? The-the potion is supposed to be red..." Hermione said, looking down at my brightgreen potion. I shook my head in disgust.

"How am I ever going to pass my O.W.L.s if I can't brew one simple potion?" I said indignantly.

"Harry, if you want, I'll help you," she suggested.

"No, it's alright, you already have enough to do without teaching me how to brew a potion," I said, laddling the clumpygreen potion. I tensed up as Snape drew nearer to my cauldron. It took all my will-power not to flinch as he came near.

"Well well well, what do we have here?" Snape said as he stoop down to laddle the potion. Snape scrunched up his face in disgust. "A 'D' for your grade, Potter.... My my, I'd never thought I'd see a 5th year student who would score a 'D' on the simplest of potions..." he sneered, and the Slytherins all snickered loudly. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists to keep my hands from grabbing Snape's throat.

"How very like your father, Potter... He also thought because he was so special on the Quidditch team, he thought he didn't need to waste time in class...." he said maliciously. I've just have had enough. I was up and out of my chair before I knew it, and shouting.

"You know what I think, Snape? I think you must be in love with my father to have talked about him so much," I growled. Ron choked ona laugh, and Hermione gasped. Snape, however, paled and he looked far angrier than I've ever seen him. There was a shocked silence. Then-

"Stay after class, Potter, so we can discuss your one weeks' worth of detention," he whispered dangerously, and said to the whole class, "Show's over, now get back to work!" Snape twirled around and strolled back to his desk. I slowly sat down, rage still pounding through my veins. I took deep breaths to calm myself, and I heard Hermione.

"Harry, you need to calm down before you get into more trouble! Remember your detention with Umbridge?" she whispered. I looked down at my right hand. I must not tell lies was still etched onto my skin. I sighed.

"You have a point," I muttered to her. The bell rang, and everyone started to pack up but me. By the time everyone rushed out, I looked around and was surprised to see Draco still in the classroom. Snape strode over to me, but stopped when he saw Draco.

"What is it, Draco? If you have a question about your homework, then see me in my office-" Snape stopped when we all heard bangs and shouts from the halls. We all looked up at the ceiling, confused. "Stay here, you two," Snape said, and rushed out of the classroom with a wand in his hand. I looked over at Draco. He shrugged, looking as surprised as I am. I looked back at the door, and stood up and started packing up my things.

"So Potter has a 'D' on the Shrinking Solution?" Draco smirked. I glanced at him coldly.

"Mind your own business, Malfoy," I growled. Still smirking, he rose his eyebrows and started walking slowly towards me.

"Or what, Potter? Going to hit me with your broom?" he sniggered, his eyes glinting.

"No. This," I said, shoving him into my cauldron full ofgreen potion that I didn't empty.

"You're coming down with me!" Draco yelled as he pulled me down with him. SPLASH!

We both fell into the cauldron, splashing green potion everywhere. We sat up, sputtering and coughing out the potion.

"Ugh, now look what you've done! Are you trying-" Draco stopped talking. Or rather, I stopped talking. I stared at him, confused. He looked stunned and confused.

"Why do you look like me?" we both said at the same time. "Me? You look like me!" we said again. I stopped, and looked down at myself. Or rather, Draco's body. I was wearing black robes with the Slytherin tie, and my hands were pale. I reached up and touched my hair. It was soft, and slick-

"Oh my God, I've turned into Draco Malfoy," I said aloud. Draco, or rather, I , looked down at himself (or is it myself?) I saw his jaw drop, and he also reached up and touched his glasses (my glasses). I guess we swallowed the potion afterall.There was silence. Then-

"AHHHHHHHH!" We screamed, clutching our heads.

"Oh my God, we have to tell Professor Snape!" Draco yelled. I ran to him and clutched his mouth (my mouth).

"Shut up, will you? We can't tell anybody! We'll-we'll have to see what happens," I said, uncovering his mouth. "People will think we've gone mad, and we'll just get into more trouble." We froze when we heard footsteps. We looked at each other, horrified.

"Remember, don't tell-!" I begged, and Professor Snape walked in, looking agitated.

"Idiotic second years," he muttered, then shook his head. "So, Draco, what did you need?" he asked. I looked at Draco, or rather, me.

"Um, uh um..." I gulped, not knowing what to say. "I just wanted to know if there were anything such as a body switching potion?" I asked. I saw Dracoglance at me sharply. Snape looked at me weirdly before thinking over it carefully.

"Well...There is, but I don't know why you'd want to switch bodies with anyone if you have the Polyjuice Potion to make...Why do you ask?" Snape said suspiciously.

"I-I just wanted to know, sir...I came across the term as I read a book in the library..." I trailed off, knowing this was a pathetic lie. I could tell Draco thought so too, because he shook his head slowly. I hoped that Snape favored Draco enough to let me off easily. Snape didn't say anything for a moment.

"Well, then if that's all..." he said, gesturing to the door.

"Yes sir, thank you," and I quickly grabbed Draco's things and walked out of the classroom, nearly trembling with relief. I then tensed up as I waited outside the door, listening to see if Draco was going to tell or not.

"So, Potter, for your detention....You will come here every night this week til Friday, all at 6 o'clock PM and you will be picking out shriveled rat brains in these jars. No magic, no gloves," Snape sneered with satisfaction. Draco didn't say a word, and packed up my things and left, almost knocking me down at the door. Draco staggered, and glared at me through my face, which looked pretty creepy. I made a mental note not to glare like that at Hermione or Ron.

"Thanks a lot, Potter," Draco muttered. It's so weird watching yourself walk and talk, and act.

"This is so weird, watching myself walk and talk," I muttered, amused. Draco glanced at me.

"Not as weird as watching you make some extrememly out-of-character faces on my face," he said, raisng an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes.

"Look, let's-let's concentrate on not letting anyone know that...we switched, ok? " I said nervously. "Ugh, this is going to be so weird," I muttered. We were close to the Great Hall. We walked in at the same time, and I walked towards the Gryffindor table, almost forgetting that I'm Draco Malfoy. Some one grabbed the back of my cloak and pulled me away from the table.

"Are you an idiot?" Draco hissed. I then realized that everyone was watching. I cleared my throat.

"Let go of me, Potter," I said as coldy as I could and I pulled myself free of Draco's grip and walked towards the Slytherin table. I looked out of the corner of my eye to see Draco walking to my table. I groaned, wishing I could sit with Ron and Hermione. But we can't tell anyone. I scowled as I sat down next to Draco's stupid goons, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Draco? Are you listening?" I jumped when I heard Pansy Parkinson's voice. I had to stop myself from flinching at her horrible voice.

"No, sorry, I wasn't," I muttered. She looked disappointed.

"Well, I was just saying to Crabbe and Goyle that I heard Hermione, that slimy mudblood, talking in the girls' bathroom," she said smugly, as if this were the greatest achievement ever.

"Well? What did she say?" I snapped in Draco's voice. Pansy frowned.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"I'm fine." I said. She looked unconvinced. "Really, P-Pansy... I'm just really annoyed," I said. It wasn't technically a lie. I was annoyed at Draco for making us switch. We need an antidote to this damned potion. We can't stay like this for the rest of our lives. I groaned and took a sip from the Slytherin goblet. I was afraid it might be poisoned. It wasn't, or at least, I thought so. I looked down at my dinner, suddenly not hungry anymore.

I looked over at Draco, in my body, in my place. He looked uncomfortable, and irritated. He flinched everytime Hermione talked to him. I rolled my eyes. Draco looked at his plate, raised an eyebrow, and picked up a porkchop and examined it. Then he bit into it. I watched as he chewed, and swallowed. He shrugged and ate more. I had to duck under the table to hide my laughter. I got up and took a drink from the goblet. Draco glanced at the Slytherin table, and spotted me shaking with laughter. He rose an eyebrow at his unasked question. I just shook my head. I just kept drinking form my goblet, and eventually I excused myself from the table and stood up. I walked out of the Great Hall, hoping Draco would get the message and follow. I walked up to the stairs and turned to se Draco walking out of the Great Hall.

"What?" he asked.

"We need to go over what we normally do so no one will get suspicious," I said. He rolled his eyes.

"Please, all I need to do is act like I'm all goody goody, and you need to act like me, awesome and sexy," he said, wagging his eyebrows.I looked at him with disgust.

" Don't you ever make that face again in life... Anyways, no, you need to know how to respond like me, act like me... I don't even know how you act around your 'friends'," I said.

"Look, Potter, I don't like this at all. I want to get back in my body as soon as possible. I don't want to act like I give a damn about-"

"You honestly think I'm enjoying this?! You think I want to be stuck as you for the rest of my life?!" I yelled in his face. Draco staggered backwards. He looked stunned. I breathed heavily, trying to calm down. "Look, let's just.." I was interrupted by Crabbe and Goyle and Pansy coming out of the Great Hall. "Stay here!" I hissed at Draco before joining them. I tried to look confident and relaxed. "Just telling Potter how badly he'll do in the next Quidditch match," I smirked. When they all laughed and loked away, I immediately froze in horror. The Quidditch match! How have I forgotten?! When I stopped, the gang looked at me oddly.

"What are you standing there for, Draco?" Pansy asked.

"I realized I left something in Transfiguration," I lied. They all nodded and I turned to go back to the staircase. Draco was sitting at the bottom, half concealed behind it. He stood up. "Follow me," I said, and led him into a secret passageway to the seventh floor. I turned around abruptly and Draco, apparently not paying attention, slammed into me once more. I staggered back, and would've fallen on my butt had Draco not reach out to me and caught me. Still stunned, I shook my head from the sudden impact, and then tried to focus on the present, and not the closeness to my own body. I cleared my throat, and Draco let go of me.

"Ok, I just realized we needed to... tell each other the passwords to our common room, and the location," I said, feeling dread in the pit of my stomach. Draco looked a little worried. "The Gryffindor common room is on the seventh floor, with the portrait of the Fat Lady," I explained when Draco opened his mouth to protest. "And the password is 'Gardanias'." He nodded.

"The Slytherin common room is-"

"I know where it is," I said without thinking. I quickly shut my mouth as I realized I just slipped that I knew where it was. I'll be in so much trouble if he found out that Ron and I snuck in during second year...Draco narrowed his eyes at me.

"And you know this how?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's...complicated," I finally said. He stilled looked suspicious.

"And I don't suppose you know the password?" he asked. I shook my head.

"Look, I found it years ago by accident, ok?" I said exasperated. He still looked unconvinced.

"Anyways...The password is..." Draco paused for a moment before laughing. I was perplexed.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing, nothing.. Password is 'Serpensortia'," he finally said.

"How do I know that you're not lying so that I'll make a fool out of myself? Well, it'll be yourself, technically, since it is your body..." I trailed off with a grin. Draco stared at me warily.

"What?" he asked.

"Oh nothing," I said, staring off in space. Then I jumped as I heard voices up above us from where the Gryffindors were climbing through the porttrait. "Well, you'd better go ahead and go," I said, turning to go back towards the bottom.

"Wait," Draco said. I turned around. He hesitated, then grinned. "Do try not to stare at my impossibly sexy body when you shower," he said with a wink. I stared at him in horror until he laughed and disappeared from sight. I was still standing there until...

"What are you doing here, you slimy git?" said Ron as he climbed up behind me. I jumped, surprised Ron could stare at me so hatefully. This was worse than when we fought during our fourth year. I shrugged.

"It's none of your business, Weasley," I sneered and bumped into him roughly. Deep down I felt horrible for talking to my best friend like that. I heard Ron huff angriliy and stalk his way out. I sighed, and found myself in front of the stony entrance to the Slytherin common room. Here goes... "Serpensortia," I said and the rock wall faded, letting me enter the green and silvery room of Hell.

A/N I will be doing another part to this as well, because I found that what I have written is really long to keep adding on to it on this page... so I'l make it two parts again :D yay

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