Confusion in Green

A/N- wow readers its been a very very long time since I have written. I dissapeared off the face of the planet for a while there and I sincerly apologize for it. I'm adding this unbetad chapter now and i will most likley add another chapter late tonight or early tomorrow. this one is very short but it is a kind of transition chapter that will lead into the next phase of the story. This story is new to me again...I had to read everything I already had written and start over. Its kinda like I read the first few chapters of someone else's story then had to start where they left off. i hope there are a few people still interested in my story out there.
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Ch 13: Lost Gifts


Harry and Draco stared at each other for a few moments before either of them could move. Finally Harry broke the contact and went for his wardrobe. He grabbed the first articles of clothing he could reach and hastily jerked them on. Snatching his wand from the table beside his mysteriously white bed, Harry flicked his wand towards the shattered door, and nothing happened. Confused, he spoke the spell very loudly and slowly swishing his wand again. “Reparo!” Still nothing happened. Snorting with laughter Draco finished tying his laces and smirked.

“Can’t even do a simple spell anymore Potter?” He flicked his wand toward the door and jumped back in shock. “What the bloody hell is going on?”

Draco and Harry both tried all the spells that they could think of and nothing worked. While Harry was attempting red-faced to make a bit of shattered door twitch, Draco stepped into the adjoining bath that the boys shared. Closing and locking the door he tried to transform. Nothing happened.

Both boys left the room and stormed towards the headmasters office determined to get some answers.

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Sitting in Dumbledore’s office Professor Snape was growing angrier and angrier with each twinkle of the old man’s eyes.

“Severus, I would greatly appreciate it if you remain calm. This is not a crisis, we are merely bystanders to a very rare occurrence.”

Snape’s upper lip curled back into a grimace, “Would you care to elaborate headmaster, or shall I just go stick my head in a cauldron until all of this nonsense passes!”

“There is no need to shout Severus my boy, all will be explained in good time, I know you fear for the well-being of your godson, but this will have no negative consequences what so ever”

The door to the headmaster’s office slammed open. “Is that right professor” Harry steamed, Because it seems to me that there are already some negative consequences going on here seeing as neither myself nor ferret-face over there have any powers or memories of the past few days! Also we both woke up in a bleached white dorm room in our birthday suits! If that’s all positive, then I’m a blast-ended skrewt!” Harry stood glaring at Professor Dumbledor and Snape. He was looking from one to the other and breathing like a bull preparing to charge. Draco looked paler than normal and scared to death.

The Headmaster stood up and walked around his desk toward the two very distraught boys. “Harry, Draco, pl----” He was cut off as both boys collapsed limply onto the floor of his office.

“No negative consequences, right headmaster” snarled Snape.