Potter inspired

Thomas and I were walking to class, defense against the dark arts. That day seemed just like any other at hogwarts, little did we know our lives were about to change forever.

We walked into the usual morning hubbub of students finding their seats, talking over each other, and the occasional puff of bright green smoke whenever Egesim Snoot attempted to fix his glasses.

"attention, attention everyone!" professor finklestein shouted over the noise, "please open your books to page 46. we will be taking notes on the Basilisk, today." Professor finklestein was a thin, middle aged, rather unremarkable woman, her defining feature were her eyebrows. thick and bushy, they were quite a distraction. When she became excited, they would quiver back and forth, almost like a pair of very furry caterpillars stuck to her forehead.

"hey Bert, buddy, hello?"

"what, oh sorry."

thomas shook his head, "man, when do you stop?"

I look up from my quidditch game, for my last birthday my grand uncle, maybe you heard of him? his name's Neville, Neville Long bottom, he got me this really cool handheld game console, unlike muggle ones that have things like football, and racing cars, this one has our wizarding sport, quidditch, and this one being magic, if you tap your wand against it, it ups your score by ten points. anyway, this thing is great, it's magically collapsible so I can make it different sizes to hide it behind my homework in class, and fit it in my pocket. I smile at thomas and wink, "never"

he rolls his eyes, Thomas is a master eye roller. "dude, did you hear about Melonie?" he asks with an evil grin "she got stuck in the toilet."

"I thought that was last week." I say, dodging a digital bludger and reaching an animated hand out for the golden snitch

thomas laughs heartily, "she did it again!" he nearly bellows, leaning forward, over his desk, shaking with laughter.

"Mister Delaney, would you like to share whatever's so funny with the rest of us?" Finklestien asks, with a irritated look in his direction.

He ignores her, still bent over his desk.

"Mister, Delaney!" she's looking right at him now, eyebrows wiggling in agitation
he finally sits up, still shaking with silent laughter, but at least now it's silent
I look over at Melonie, her face was beet red, and hands clenched, she looked up at me and scowled, I mouthed the words, 'I'm sorry.' I'm not sure she understood, she just pursed her lips and looked back down at her book.
the rest of class went by in a blur of basilisk facts and charms to ward them off. between the end of DADA (Defense Against the Dark Arts) and our next class, we had about a half hour break. our class dispersed, some going up to the ravenclaw common room, some going to the great hall for a snack, and others, like Thomas and myself went outside to enjoy the unusually warm fall day. Once we were outside Thomas took off towards the lake, to claim our usual spot, a pleasant grassy dip right next to the cold water. when I got there he had taken his shoes off and was in the process of removing his socks,
"hey!" I said, out of breath, "whatcha you doing?"
he smiled impishly, and dipped his bare feet into the water, he quickly drew them back snorting with surprise.
"colder than you thought, huh?"
he looked at me, his face seemed to hold a mixture of emotions, disdain, anger, and strangely enough, amusement. "dude, why didn't you laugh? you made me look stupid, man."
"sorry, I didn't find it funny." I say, frowning at him
he smiled, I didn't like that smile, something told me it meant bad things. "you like her, don't you."
my face turned red, I could feel it, "no!"
he looks at me again, his smile more of a smirk "really." he says, drawing out the word, making it clear he doesn't believe me.
"dude, can you just forget it already." I say, trying to get him to drop the subject
"I will if you will." he says, drawing his wand, and pointing it at me
I stare at it, letting the gravity of what he's saying sink in, I lift my eyes, staring him in the face, "what do you mean?" I ask, just for the sake of stalling
he looks at me, like I'm stupid, "we both know what I mean Bert."
"do we?"
he reaches out slowly, tentatively, then snaps his hand forward quicker than I've ever seen him move, he snatches my wand from my pocket, looking at me he reaches his hand back out. I lunge forward, trying to get my wand, but he pulls his hand back, an evil glint in his eyes, "you know what I want, why don't you do it?" he asks "I'm giving you a chance." he reaches out again, wand grasped tightly in his closed fist.
I give in, "Ok." I say, "Ok, just give me my wand."
he smiles that evil smile yet again, "Remember, focus on the memory you want to erase. On the three, one, two, three- Obliviate!"
I feel a searing pain in my brain, my head feels like it's splitting open, I can't stand it, I scream. suddenly my scream deepens, changes, I can feel it shifting, my voice is no longer my voice, I look down, my body, isn't my own, starting to freak out I feel my left elbow, the scar I've had since I was seven years old isn't there. I look up, and see myself sitting across from- wait that's where I was sitting, that is me! what is happening?! my body looks up and gapes at me, "Bert?" it asks with my voice
"yeah?" I respond automatically, then look, down at myself, then it dawns on me, if that's me over there, and I'm here, but this isn't me, Oh my god. I'm in Thomas's body, we switched minds, how? wait, what will our parents think? what will happen to us? will we ever go back to normal?
"Bert do you realize what just happened?"
"yeah"
"do you realize how cool this is?" he says, and I can't believe it, he's smiling, he thinks this is great.
I look at him, glaring, witch is something I've never been able to do very well, but I guess Thomas's face was better built for that kind of thing, because he (or me?) cowers
It's been twelve, long, agonizing years, and no matter what people try, I've never been put right, I barely saw Thomas after that incident, I never completed my years at hogwarts either, but over time I've become used to this body, and I've come to the realization, that a body is like a badly painted mason jar, it's just a container for one's soul, sometimes the paint peels a bit, and some of who we truly are peeks through, but most the time, who we really are and who we strive to be stay hidden on the inside, so I know no matter what my body looks like, my mind will always be the same.