Disclaimer: This is a work of my own fiction. The only thing that belongs to me is my OCs and the plot.
It’s weird, you know, walking in someone else’s shoes. And I don’t mean that figuratively. I mean suddenly not having your friends, your reputation, your life. Everything changed in one night. You go to sleep as one person and wake up as another.
I guess I should mention that I’m not talking about body switching. It was more like…life switching. Like an alternate universe, where everything I've ever known was different.
My life used to be, well, not perfect, but I had no complaints. I had the best mates that anyone could have. I mean, really, the best. All my hard work had paid off, and I was finally Head Girl. Even if I had to hold the position alongside James Potter, that was just fine with me. At least he stopped asking me out and actually grew up for once. I had really been looking forward to my seventh year at Hogwarts.
That was before I received the shock of my life.
I woke slowly, feeling very sluggish. The will to move was hard to find. When I opened the bed curtains, my first thought was that someone had placed my bed on the opposite side of the room while I'd been asleep. Little did I know, this was not the case. As I looked around more, I realized that this was not even my dorm. The girls asleep in the other beds were not my friends. I recognized a few of the faces that I saw, but what I was seeing couldn’t be right because they were Hufflepuffs.
I screwed my eyes shut, thinking that I wasn’t fully awake yet but opened them again to find that I was still in the same room. How did I get here? Did I sleepwalk? It was a possibility; as Head Girl, I did have the passwords to all of the Houses.
But if I did sleepwalk, then where was the person whose bed I woke up in?
“Good morning, Lily.” I jumped at the voice. “Did you sleep well?”
“Not—not too well actually,” I finally stammered to Abby McKellen. She was sitting on the side of her bed, brushing through her long blonde hair. “I’m not quite sure how I got here.”
“What do you mean?”
I gave her a confused look. “Here. In this dorm.”
“I still don’t understand. Do you not remember last night or something?”
“I don’t know. I remember going to bed in my own room, but I woke up here.”
Abby paused her brushing and scrutinized my face. “Are you all right, Lily?”
“No, that’s what I’m telling you. I don’t know what I’m doing here and I don’t understand how you can be so calm about it. Don't you find anything about all of this strange?”
“As far as I can tell, you were sleeping in your bed and now you're shouting and acting a bit mad, if I do say so myself,” she sniffed. “I was just trying to be polite, you know. It’s not as if I’m your friend or anything.” With that she huffed and went into the bathroom.
I quickly got dressed and gathered all of my things—all of my stuff was here too?—and walked quickly to the Great Hall. I made a beeline to where I saw Marlene and Helen sitting.
“You have no idea the kind of morning I’ve had so far,” I said, dropping to the seat across from them. “I don’t know what’s happened, but I may have blacked out or something last night because…” I trailed off. They were both exchanging glances with each other and looking at me strangely. “What’s the matter with you two?”
“I don’t mean to be rude,” Marlene started. “But we’re just wondering what you’re doing here.”
“What do you mean?”
They exchanged another glance before Helen answered. “You do realize this is the Gryffindor table, right?”
“Yes,” I responded, slowly. “I know that.”
“Right. And you’re a Hufflepuff.”
I laughed. “No, I’m a Gryffindor.” I had to do a double take at my uniform. “I guess I was in such a rush this morning that I didn’t realize I put on the wrong uniform. But that's not the point. Something odd is happening.”
Marlene looked uncomfortable. “Lily, are you okay? I mean you’re not drunk or something, right?”
“Drunk,” I inquired in outrage. “What are you on about?”
“Well,” she said, while looking even more uncomfortable. “You come over here blathering about blacking out and acting as if, well, as if we were friends.”
“But we are friends, all three of us, and we have been since first year!”
Now they both looked really worried, but before they could say anything more, someone behind me asked, “What’s going on?”
The voice belonged to Gabby Maddox. She was standing there with a concerned look on her face. I noted somewhere in my mind that either Marlene or Helen answered her, but I didn’t hear any of it. I was staring at the Gryffindor robes that Gabby was wearing. Actually, to be specific, my attention was on the shiny Head Girl badge attached to it. What the bloody hell was going on here? She was the Hufflepuff and I was the Gryffindor and that was my badge, not the other way around!
That was the moment I realized just how wrong everything was. This was way bigger than I had previously thought.
I interrupted whatever they were saying. “I’m sorry. I’m not feeling like myself today.” I mechanically rose from my seat and sat down in a random one at the Hufflepuff table, and watched as the three girls interacted like they were the best of friends. I didn’t understand any of this. It was all switched around, like Gabby and I had swapped places.
But how could that be? What could cause that to happen? Was I really in some sort of parallel universe?
I was ripped from my reverie in a panicked moment as everyone began to head out of the Great Hall to their classes. If I wasn’t who I normally am, then what classes was I supposed to go to? I frantically searched through my bag for a schedule, but came up empty. Then a thought occurred to me. If Gabby was in my role, then I would be in hers. She was in my first two classes, Charms and Muggle Studies. After that, I guessed that I would have to go back to the Hufflepuff—I mean my— dorm and search for the blasted schedule.
Professor Flitwick tottered into the room greeting us and asking us to get settled. I looked over at where I usually sat and found Gabby, Marlene, and Helen there. The entrance of the Marauders caught my eyes. That was it! If anyone was to remember who I really was, it was bound to be Potter.
All of my hopes were dashed, however, as he sat down right next to Gabby and gave her a peck on the cheek. My eyes widened. The little chit has stolen my stalker too? Oh, this had to be fixed.
Flitwick called the class to order. He went over what was assigned for homework the night before, which I, of course, practiced before everything went topsy turvy. I was first to raise my hand when he asked for a student demonstration.
“Ah, yes, Miss Maddox. Will you please show us all the proper way to cast this charm?”
I watched in horror as she did it to perfection. In fact, I had the displeasure of having Flitwick completely ignore me in favor of Gabby. Every. Single. Time. That was the last straw. Not only had she stolen my friends, my Head Girl position, my stalker, my life, she now had all of my answers in class. I did not care what kind of hell I had to go through, I would be me again. And soon, because it had just turned serious.