BR: *evil grin* My turn. And you can’t play this round, Star, sorry! *points her wand at YnK* Petrificus Totalus! =^-^= I hope the readers like this chapter as much as I will like writing it!

Disclaimer 1: Harry Potter and all other characters except for Ms Holly the elf belong to JK Rowlings. She got to them first. She’s so much smarter than us *sobs*

Disclaimer 2: This story is based loosely on Silverfox’s "My name is Severus" We’ll actually be stealing several ideas from Silverfox, with permission!, and hope that Silverfox will not come out to kill us for it.

Disclaimer 3: we are swapping back and forth with the chapters and the author notes will let you know who wrote which chapter.

Disclaimer 4: Trelawney’s ‘visions’ are ours... no touching them without permission and please don’t laugh at them... well, you can laugh, but please do so only because they are ridiculous if you’re not the writer!

War of the Hexes
Chapter 2: Honey, I shrunk the Professor
By: Black Rose and Yami no Kaiba

Severus Snape slowly gained consciousness. The first thing to register in his brain was that it was too warm to be his rooms in the Dungeons. The second thing was that someone must have replaced his bed with a King-sized bed, ‘cause this definitely wasn’t his bed. Much too big.

Then the smell of medical potions and starched sheets hit his nose. "Hospital," was his immediate identification. THEN he remembered the student-duel between Potter and Malfoy, his lips curling upward at the image of Harry Potter with neon pink hair.

Finally he remembered being hit with a messed-up, full-body-bind spell. What had it been? ‘Petrificus Totalack’? He’d never heard it before, so it must be a new hex of some sort. And he was still alive to tell the tale of being hit.

He lost his smile just as his hearing kicked in.

"Albus, we’ve tried every nullifying spell we can think of!" said Minerva McGonagall’s voice. In fact, she sounded exhausted and desperate.

Professor Flitwick’s voice chimed in, "We’ve even tried all the potions and combinations of potions and spells that we could think of." Flitwick sounded depressed, which was amazing. Nothing ever made the Charms Professor upset.

"I have seen horrible things, Albus," a breathy voice spoke mysteriously. "I see a grim lurking in the shadows, yet I also see some type of fish swimming through the air between Severus and the grim. I do not know what this means," Professor Trelawney finished.

Darkness tried to latch onto him again as he struggled to hear the soft voices that drifted in from the hallway. He struggled to fend it off, but it took hold and dragged him under into the gentle blackness that was oblivion.

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Again, Severus came around, but this time there was a huge, warm hand gently holding his and the voice of Albus Dumbledore spoke, "Good morning, Severus. You had us worried there for a while."

Opening his eyes, Severus was greeted with a giant version of Headmaster Dumbledore.

"AAH!" Severus screamed, his voice somewhat high-pitched and quavering. Who would be so cruel as to use an image of his friend to torture him?

"Shhh, Severus, my boy," Albus said, his eyes twinkling behind his crescent moon glasses.

Snapping his mouth shut, Severus pushed himself upright and looked around, shoving strands of long oily black hair out of his eyes. He was in one of the hospital rooms at Hogwarts and... wait a minute! Everything was so much bigger than the last time he’d been in here!

He looked down, paused, blinked, lifted one too small hand to rub his eyes, then looked again.

"Oh no," he stated flatly. "Please tell me that a screwed up wand-wave and mangled spell have not sent me back to my childhood. Please say it isn’t so." He looked at the Headmaster, a look of pleading unknowingly creeping into his eyes. His expression was sad and lost, reminding the Headmaster of the day the real young Severus Snape had been sorted into Slytherin.

Albus Dumbledore patted his hand lightly, his eyes gleaming. "All right, I won’t tell you. I also won’t tell you that you’re being kept in the castle and that you’re to act like a student and you’re to have the same schedule as young Draco Malfoy."

Severus’ jaw dropped as the Headmaster continued. "You are not to leave the castle for any reason without the escort of fellow students, no less than five, or a professor. Now, I must get rid of the pile of letters that seem to have appeared on my desk before they explode."

With that, Dumbledore swept out of the hospital wing and shut the door just as the message sunk into Snape’s brain.

"I get to be... a student again?" he whispered almost gleefully.

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Dumbledore sat at his desk with a groan, then let his head fall forward onto the pile of letters. Who was he going to get to teach Potions this year? He’d all ready let the new DADA teacher know she was going to be responsible for the Slytherin House until this got sorted out.

Maybe she had an idea for a new Potions teacher! He sat up and grabbed some blank parchment, scribbled a note, and handed it to his small owl. He watched it fly out the window with a frown on his face.

Harry Potter’s hair was still neon pink, but less neon and more just pink. That spell should wear out in a week or so, returning his hair to it’s normal black color.

And if he was remembering right, colored hair was going to be the least of the problems that he would need to address once Severus Snape was pushed in with the fifth year Slytherins.

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BR: *grins* that was fun. Now you need to review ppl. Please don’t flame, if you do, I’ll be forced to send Hoshi after you... oops, I meant Star. It’s sooo hard to remember to say her name in English! *giggles, then points at Yami no Kaiba* Finite Incantatum! *runs for her live!* Later folks! See you in chapter 4!

--To be Continued.