A/N: I cut down this first chapter a lot. For those who are first reading this now, and for those who aren't somehow, thank you very much for being interested enough in the summary to decide to read it. It gets a little confusing, so please stay alert.
Jessica: Thank you so much for being so interested in the story! If it weren't for you, I would probably have quit.
Disclaimer: No own. If I did I would have piles of cash.
Read on!
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Alternate Identity: A Polyjuice Potion Story
Chapter One: A Fatal Mistake
This was is. They were going to do it. The four goblets sat in front of them on the cracked and crumbling counter in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. They glanced at eachother uneasily.
It was all part of a project. This assignment allowed them to switch bodies for one month with someone they trusted and was of the same sex. They would have to wear a nametag at all times displaying who you really are.
The four Gryffindors, namely Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron and Ginny Weasley, had to take Polyjuice Potion with the rest of the school's fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh years as a project. Harry was planning to turn into Ron, Hermione was planning to turn into Ginny, and vice versa. It would be that way for a month.
A month.
What the project accomplished, no one really knew. Most said it was Dumbledore's idea, but it would help them in so many classes; in Potions for making the potion, in Herbology for learning about its ingredients, and even in Care of Magical Creatures for learning about animals that took part in the potion, like a Boomslang.
Each of them hovered over the counter, the hairs they'd need for the potion for a month were duplicated so they wouldn't have to keep getting new ones.
They weren't really supposed to be in Myrtle's bathroom, but the dorms were full.
"All right," Hermione said, glancing at her muddy-looking goblet. "Let's do it, then."
They heard a gurgling from a nearby stall, and Myrtle appeared. "Are you gone yet?" she whined, the obvious answer staring right through her.
"Myrtle, quiet!" Ron said. "We can't be found in here."
"I don't care if you're found; there's probably someone out there patrolling the halls anyway."
"Myrtle, no!" Ron said.
"Myrtle, no!" Myrtle's voice mimicked him. "It's always you and your little friends ruining everything for me! Why, it's just as if I were alive again!"
"Myrtle, SHUT UP!" Ron shouted. Myrtle obviously hadn't gotten her point across..
"Who's that?" a voice came from outside the door, knocking on it.
"Hide!" Hermione whispered. "We'll be in big trouble if we get found here." They each took a goblet and hid in separate stalls.
"Harry," Myrtle's annoying falsetto voice said as her ghost rose out of the toilet in the stall Harry hid in. "It's been nearly a year. Haven't seen you since you snuck into that prefect's bathroom.."
"You snuck in too," Harry said, his face reddening; all he needed now was to be reminded of Myrtle spying on him taking a bath. "Look, distract whoever's going to come inspect the bathroom, all right?"
Myrtle gave him an admiring smirk before gliding out of the stall.
Harry could hear the door to the decrepit bathroom opening. "Anyone in here?" the person coming into the bathroom asked Myrtle. It was the voice of a student, probably a Prefect.
"No," Myrtle replied. "Peeves just stopped by, and you know him."
"Are you sure?" the nosy Prefect asked. "I could have sworn I heard the voices of students as well."
"Why would students want to come here? To see ugly, loud, complaining me?" Myrtle asked stubbornly, her transparent arms folded.
"Mind if I check around?" and everyone in the bathroom heard an audible whip; the trademark sound of a wand quickly being drawn from a pocket.
"Get OUT of my bathroom!" Myrtle screamed, beginning to cry. "Or I'll flood it! Leave me alone!"
The Prefect gave up and left, the door creaking closed.
There were a few seconds of silence before the four emerged from the stalls.
"Thanks, Myrtle," Ron said amazedly. "What persuaded you to do that?"
"Harry," she said, before disappearing down another toilet.
"Okay," Ron said. "She's odd, that one.."
"All right," Hermione said. "How about we drink our potion in separate stalls and get it over with?"
"Good idea," Ron replied. "The transformation probably won't be a sight we want to see." And they went into separate stalls.
Ginny, not having ever taken the potion before, let out a nervous groan.
"It's OK, Ginny," Harry's voice echoed through the bathroom. "Can't be worse than what happened to Hermione.."
"Quiet, Harry," Hermione said sternly, holding her own murky, swampy potion. "On the count of three. One.. two.. three."
The four took down a few sips of potion and felt an immediate change. Their skin did bubble, but it was not as painful as any of them expected. Their new images formed. However, something didn't feel quite right.. There was a moment's pause as each of them looked down at themselves and realized..
Hermione's voice was first to scream, followed by the other's panicked voices as each of them burst out of their stalls, trying to figure out who was who, each speaking at the same time. (A/N: Very important: They did not keep their normal voices in a new body as they did in the movie. So Ron's voice belongs to the body of Ron, Hermione's voice belongs to Hermione's body, etc.)
"QUIET!" Ron's voice bellowed, his tall form standing above the rest. "Something has gone wrong. We must have taken the incorrect potions. I'm Hermione. Who are you?" She controlled Ron's hand to point to Hermione's body.
"I'm-- I'm Ron," Hermione's voice said, the thumb reflexively pointing towards the chest. Confused, prodding something unknown to a male mind, the thumb was quickly yanked away.
"I'm doomed," Ron's anguished voice decided, controlled by Hermione.
"Did you two switch too?" Hermione's voice asked, controlled by Ron.
"Yes," Ginny's voice said, lifting a hand and examining it, then made it pull off the no longer needed glasses, blinking curious brown eyes and handing the glasses to Harry's body. "We.. we must have taken the wrong potions when we went to hide from that Prefect.."
Harry's hand took the glasses and put them on his face, vision now clear. "Right. So, I'm Ginny.." She controlled Harry's hand to point to Ginny's body. "That's Harry, Ron's body has Hermione in it, and Ron's mind is in Hermione's body."
"Right," Ron's voice said. "So. I'm Hermione, but I look like Ron. And.. since Harry was supposed to be Ron's partner, I have to act like Harry and go to his classes."
"Hang on then," Hermione's voice said, her brow furrowed. "I'm Ron.. And I look like Hermione, but she.." He controlled her to run a hand through her hair, as Ron used to do when he was perplexed. His fingers nearly got lost in the hair. "Wait, who am I again?"
"You're supposed to be me," Harry's voice said.
"And you are?"
"I'm Ginny, Ron, your little sister! I was supposed to switch with Hermione, so you have to act like me. I'm a year before you, so you'll have to go to my classes. I'll give you my schedule and books and all. I look like Harry and have to act like you, Ron, since you had to switch with Harry."
"Right," Ginny's voice said. "Right then, I'm Harry.. look like Ginny.. so that means I have to go to Hermione's classes and be like her."
"Hang on a second.. Can't we just take the correct potions now?" Hermione's voice asked.
"No," Ron's voice replied. "Snape said that the potions were altered so we could not take another Polyjuice Potion containing a different hair, remember?"
"Wait! We can still fix this. We can tell Snape.. or better yet, Dumbledore.. then retake the potions!" Harry's voice realized.
"What? Oh, no. We're not going to do that. Can you imagine how low our grade can drop?" Ron's worried voice asked, controlled by Hermione.
"What? D'you mean to say that you'd rather face the awkwardness of being trapped in my body?" Hermione's voice, controlled by Ron, asked. "And that you want to go to Harry's classes, and sleep in the boys' dorm, and not reveal yourself for an entire month, than just going to a teacher and explaining the error?"
"We'll get house points taken off too! We went in the out-of-order bathroom!" Ron's voice argued back.
"That was your idea in the first place!" Hermione's voice spat out.
"Well I'm not going to tell a teacher. And if I can't, I'm sorry, but if one of you tell, we all get discovered."
"So we have to do this? For a month?" a still-disbelieving Harry's voice, controlled by Ginny, asked.
"We'll put memory charms on eachother after the month is over," Ginny's voice piped up. "What about during the night when the potion wears off?"
Ron's shoulders shrugged. "Hope you like sleeping fully under the covers so no one else in the dorm sees your true form." Ron's voice gasped. "What about grades? If I work hard, it won't be for me, it'll be for Ron."
"Say, now that's not a bad idea," Hermione's voice decided, controlled by Ron, her lips cracking a smile. "My grades could actually use a boost, thanks Hermione!"
"That's the least of our worries," Harry's voice said, waving a hand. "What about privacy?" Ginny was quite worried about that.
"We're all worried about that," Ron's voice said. "It will be very, very awkward.. but in one month, it will all be forgotten. We just have to focus on who was supposed to turn into who we look like now. Go to their classes, try to act like them, and answer to their name."
A gurgling from a nearby toilet was heard and Myrtle glided through the door to face them all. "You still here? What the--" she immediately burst out laughing.
"What?" an angry Hermione's voice asked.
"Your-- your robes," Myrtle choked out through her laughter.
They'd been so busy talking about how to solve their problems that they hadn't realized that they had to switch robes. Therefore, Hermione and Ginny's bodies wore boys' uniforms while Ron and Harry were both wearing girls' uniforms, skirts and all.
"Back into the stalls," Ron's voice decided, and that is what they did, throwing clothes over the walls separating stalls and changing.
The awkwardness began with a bumpy start. All four of them found that getting dressed in garments they'd never worn before while trying not to look at their newly acquired bodies out of respect for the person who owned it was quite difficult.
"I hate this," Hermione's voice grunted from a stall, apparently having problems dressing. "How do girls get this stupid thing on every day?"
"Ron, you'd better have your eyes shut!" Ron's voice wailed from another stall.
"What, you don't trust me? I'm not some kind of pervert," Hermione's voice responded.
"Stop bickering, both of you!" Harry's voice came.
Each of them stepped out of their stall when they were finished.
"We're supposed to go to our normal classes," Ron's voice pointed out. "But since I'm supposed to be Harry, not Hermione, I have to go to all of Harry's classes. So just get the schedule from the person you're pretending to be.. not the person you look like, or the person you are."
Hermione's voice made a frustrated sigh. "This is going to be so hard.."
"Well, it's just past curfew," Harry's voice realized. "We'd better get back, and now."
Myrtle watched them with amusement as they got used to their new bodies and stumbled out the door.
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End of this chapter! You will review now? Much appreciated!
Jessica: Thank you so much for being so interested in the story! If it weren't for you, I would probably have quit.
Disclaimer: No own. If I did I would have piles of cash.
Read on!
*****
Alternate Identity: A Polyjuice Potion Story
Chapter One: A Fatal Mistake
This was is. They were going to do it. The four goblets sat in front of them on the cracked and crumbling counter in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. They glanced at eachother uneasily.
It was all part of a project. This assignment allowed them to switch bodies for one month with someone they trusted and was of the same sex. They would have to wear a nametag at all times displaying who you really are.
The four Gryffindors, namely Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron and Ginny Weasley, had to take Polyjuice Potion with the rest of the school's fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh years as a project. Harry was planning to turn into Ron, Hermione was planning to turn into Ginny, and vice versa. It would be that way for a month.
A month.
What the project accomplished, no one really knew. Most said it was Dumbledore's idea, but it would help them in so many classes; in Potions for making the potion, in Herbology for learning about its ingredients, and even in Care of Magical Creatures for learning about animals that took part in the potion, like a Boomslang.
Each of them hovered over the counter, the hairs they'd need for the potion for a month were duplicated so they wouldn't have to keep getting new ones.
They weren't really supposed to be in Myrtle's bathroom, but the dorms were full.
"All right," Hermione said, glancing at her muddy-looking goblet. "Let's do it, then."
They heard a gurgling from a nearby stall, and Myrtle appeared. "Are you gone yet?" she whined, the obvious answer staring right through her.
"Myrtle, quiet!" Ron said. "We can't be found in here."
"I don't care if you're found; there's probably someone out there patrolling the halls anyway."
"Myrtle, no!" Ron said.
"Myrtle, no!" Myrtle's voice mimicked him. "It's always you and your little friends ruining everything for me! Why, it's just as if I were alive again!"
"Myrtle, SHUT UP!" Ron shouted. Myrtle obviously hadn't gotten her point across..
"Who's that?" a voice came from outside the door, knocking on it.
"Hide!" Hermione whispered. "We'll be in big trouble if we get found here." They each took a goblet and hid in separate stalls.
"Harry," Myrtle's annoying falsetto voice said as her ghost rose out of the toilet in the stall Harry hid in. "It's been nearly a year. Haven't seen you since you snuck into that prefect's bathroom.."
"You snuck in too," Harry said, his face reddening; all he needed now was to be reminded of Myrtle spying on him taking a bath. "Look, distract whoever's going to come inspect the bathroom, all right?"
Myrtle gave him an admiring smirk before gliding out of the stall.
Harry could hear the door to the decrepit bathroom opening. "Anyone in here?" the person coming into the bathroom asked Myrtle. It was the voice of a student, probably a Prefect.
"No," Myrtle replied. "Peeves just stopped by, and you know him."
"Are you sure?" the nosy Prefect asked. "I could have sworn I heard the voices of students as well."
"Why would students want to come here? To see ugly, loud, complaining me?" Myrtle asked stubbornly, her transparent arms folded.
"Mind if I check around?" and everyone in the bathroom heard an audible whip; the trademark sound of a wand quickly being drawn from a pocket.
"Get OUT of my bathroom!" Myrtle screamed, beginning to cry. "Or I'll flood it! Leave me alone!"
The Prefect gave up and left, the door creaking closed.
There were a few seconds of silence before the four emerged from the stalls.
"Thanks, Myrtle," Ron said amazedly. "What persuaded you to do that?"
"Harry," she said, before disappearing down another toilet.
"Okay," Ron said. "She's odd, that one.."
"All right," Hermione said. "How about we drink our potion in separate stalls and get it over with?"
"Good idea," Ron replied. "The transformation probably won't be a sight we want to see." And they went into separate stalls.
Ginny, not having ever taken the potion before, let out a nervous groan.
"It's OK, Ginny," Harry's voice echoed through the bathroom. "Can't be worse than what happened to Hermione.."
"Quiet, Harry," Hermione said sternly, holding her own murky, swampy potion. "On the count of three. One.. two.. three."
The four took down a few sips of potion and felt an immediate change. Their skin did bubble, but it was not as painful as any of them expected. Their new images formed. However, something didn't feel quite right.. There was a moment's pause as each of them looked down at themselves and realized..
Hermione's voice was first to scream, followed by the other's panicked voices as each of them burst out of their stalls, trying to figure out who was who, each speaking at the same time. (A/N: Very important: They did not keep their normal voices in a new body as they did in the movie. So Ron's voice belongs to the body of Ron, Hermione's voice belongs to Hermione's body, etc.)
"QUIET!" Ron's voice bellowed, his tall form standing above the rest. "Something has gone wrong. We must have taken the incorrect potions. I'm Hermione. Who are you?" She controlled Ron's hand to point to Hermione's body.
"I'm-- I'm Ron," Hermione's voice said, the thumb reflexively pointing towards the chest. Confused, prodding something unknown to a male mind, the thumb was quickly yanked away.
"I'm doomed," Ron's anguished voice decided, controlled by Hermione.
"Did you two switch too?" Hermione's voice asked, controlled by Ron.
"Yes," Ginny's voice said, lifting a hand and examining it, then made it pull off the no longer needed glasses, blinking curious brown eyes and handing the glasses to Harry's body. "We.. we must have taken the wrong potions when we went to hide from that Prefect.."
Harry's hand took the glasses and put them on his face, vision now clear. "Right. So, I'm Ginny.." She controlled Harry's hand to point to Ginny's body. "That's Harry, Ron's body has Hermione in it, and Ron's mind is in Hermione's body."
"Right," Ron's voice said. "So. I'm Hermione, but I look like Ron. And.. since Harry was supposed to be Ron's partner, I have to act like Harry and go to his classes."
"Hang on then," Hermione's voice said, her brow furrowed. "I'm Ron.. And I look like Hermione, but she.." He controlled her to run a hand through her hair, as Ron used to do when he was perplexed. His fingers nearly got lost in the hair. "Wait, who am I again?"
"You're supposed to be me," Harry's voice said.
"And you are?"
"I'm Ginny, Ron, your little sister! I was supposed to switch with Hermione, so you have to act like me. I'm a year before you, so you'll have to go to my classes. I'll give you my schedule and books and all. I look like Harry and have to act like you, Ron, since you had to switch with Harry."
"Right," Ginny's voice said. "Right then, I'm Harry.. look like Ginny.. so that means I have to go to Hermione's classes and be like her."
"Hang on a second.. Can't we just take the correct potions now?" Hermione's voice asked.
"No," Ron's voice replied. "Snape said that the potions were altered so we could not take another Polyjuice Potion containing a different hair, remember?"
"Wait! We can still fix this. We can tell Snape.. or better yet, Dumbledore.. then retake the potions!" Harry's voice realized.
"What? Oh, no. We're not going to do that. Can you imagine how low our grade can drop?" Ron's worried voice asked, controlled by Hermione.
"What? D'you mean to say that you'd rather face the awkwardness of being trapped in my body?" Hermione's voice, controlled by Ron, asked. "And that you want to go to Harry's classes, and sleep in the boys' dorm, and not reveal yourself for an entire month, than just going to a teacher and explaining the error?"
"We'll get house points taken off too! We went in the out-of-order bathroom!" Ron's voice argued back.
"That was your idea in the first place!" Hermione's voice spat out.
"Well I'm not going to tell a teacher. And if I can't, I'm sorry, but if one of you tell, we all get discovered."
"So we have to do this? For a month?" a still-disbelieving Harry's voice, controlled by Ginny, asked.
"We'll put memory charms on eachother after the month is over," Ginny's voice piped up. "What about during the night when the potion wears off?"
Ron's shoulders shrugged. "Hope you like sleeping fully under the covers so no one else in the dorm sees your true form." Ron's voice gasped. "What about grades? If I work hard, it won't be for me, it'll be for Ron."
"Say, now that's not a bad idea," Hermione's voice decided, controlled by Ron, her lips cracking a smile. "My grades could actually use a boost, thanks Hermione!"
"That's the least of our worries," Harry's voice said, waving a hand. "What about privacy?" Ginny was quite worried about that.
"We're all worried about that," Ron's voice said. "It will be very, very awkward.. but in one month, it will all be forgotten. We just have to focus on who was supposed to turn into who we look like now. Go to their classes, try to act like them, and answer to their name."
A gurgling from a nearby toilet was heard and Myrtle glided through the door to face them all. "You still here? What the--" she immediately burst out laughing.
"What?" an angry Hermione's voice asked.
"Your-- your robes," Myrtle choked out through her laughter.
They'd been so busy talking about how to solve their problems that they hadn't realized that they had to switch robes. Therefore, Hermione and Ginny's bodies wore boys' uniforms while Ron and Harry were both wearing girls' uniforms, skirts and all.
"Back into the stalls," Ron's voice decided, and that is what they did, throwing clothes over the walls separating stalls and changing.
The awkwardness began with a bumpy start. All four of them found that getting dressed in garments they'd never worn before while trying not to look at their newly acquired bodies out of respect for the person who owned it was quite difficult.
"I hate this," Hermione's voice grunted from a stall, apparently having problems dressing. "How do girls get this stupid thing on every day?"
"Ron, you'd better have your eyes shut!" Ron's voice wailed from another stall.
"What, you don't trust me? I'm not some kind of pervert," Hermione's voice responded.
"Stop bickering, both of you!" Harry's voice came.
Each of them stepped out of their stall when they were finished.
"We're supposed to go to our normal classes," Ron's voice pointed out. "But since I'm supposed to be Harry, not Hermione, I have to go to all of Harry's classes. So just get the schedule from the person you're pretending to be.. not the person you look like, or the person you are."
Hermione's voice made a frustrated sigh. "This is going to be so hard.."
"Well, it's just past curfew," Harry's voice realized. "We'd better get back, and now."
Myrtle watched them with amusement as they got used to their new bodies and stumbled out the door.
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