Chapter One
Coffee and Caldrons
It was early morning when Phoebe woke up. She muttered groggily and slipped of bed. Pulling on her altered uniform; she wore pants instead of a skirt; she shuffled over to the bed of one of her friends. Close-eyed and messy haired, she shoved her friend off of the bed.
"Gettup Morgaine!"
Morgaine fell off her bed in a flurry of long limbs and bed sheets; her long, deep brunette hair swirled around her in a dark twister. Pulling herself up, with aid of her bed, she glared at Phoebe.
"Why'd you do that?!"
Phoebe shrugged, brushing short, dark blonde hair out of her eyes; even though her eyes were no more open then she was awake. Through these almost closed eyes, she walked over to another bed, pushing it's occupant out in another flurry of long limbs and bed sheets, only the twister of long hair was a blonde a shade lighter then Phoebe's.
"Gettup Larissa!"
Bleary mumbling came from Larissa as she pulled herself up. Phoebe seemed unconcerned with this as she placed thin glasses on her face, though her eyes were still hardly open. Morgaine and Larissa put their school uniforms, Morgaine muttering dark curses in Phoebe's direction as the shorter girl yawned and ran a brush through her hair, though the short hair hardly responded to it, falling as it would, some parts flipped up, some flipped down. The brush was put down in its utter defeat, Phoebe straightening the Gryffindor tie around her neck, yawning again.
The three girls headed into the empty Great Hall. Well, it was almost empty. Since it was before most students got up, only a few Ravenclaws were there, studying at their table, and a Slytherin boy who seemed to be studying, at least that's what it looked like to Phoebe.
Larissa and Morgaine sat down, but Phoebe scanned the table.
"No coffee."
Morgaine yawned and waved a hand toward the small bell on the table lazily, "You have to ring for coffee Phoebe. A house elf will come."
Phoebe needed coffee, the sweet caffeine boost running through her blood to keep her on her feet and to wake her heart from its slumber. Grabbing for the bell savagely, she rang it with the need of an addict.
A house elf ran up to Phoebe, a grin on its face, "What would Miss like?"
Phoebe resisted the urge to grab the house elf and growl her order. That would get her no coffee. Instead, she put on a charming smile.
"Could you please get me a pot of coffee and a mug please?"
The house elf beamed at her friendly manner and scurried off to get her coffee. Phoebe sat at the table and buried her head in crossed arms, crying. Larissa and Morgaine stared at each other before looking down at their friend.
"What is it Phoebe?"
Phoebe knew they already knew the answer, but gave it anyways, "I'm just so happy that I'm getting my coffee!"
Morgaine rolled her eyes, "You have a serious problem Phoebe, and I think we might have to cut you off."
In a violent manner of a drug addict, Phoebe lifted her arms and grabbed Morgaine's neckline, "Nobody takes my coffee!"
Larissa pulled her off Morgaine, "Alright Phoebe, here it comes."
The house elf walked up grinning, "Blinky remembered Miss liked it with many sugars and just enough cream to turn it light."
Phoebe could have kissed the house elf if it wasn't for the lack of caffeine in her system and the fact that it would be just plain gross. She took the pot and mug in a gracious sweep, pouring the coffee into the mug and downing in with need.
Ahh, sweet coffee, how you are my lifeblood! How empty and bleak my life would be without you! May you always be there to quench my unending passion for thee.
Her eyes shot open, their blue-gray coloration surveying The Great Hall. While her eyes made their daily sweep, she interrogated Morgaine.
"First class?"
"Advanced Potions, double period."
"Blast, anything else?"
"Yeah, we'll be testing the polyjuice potions we've been making."
"Ugh, I hope I don't get paired with a Slytherin."
"Don't we all Larissa, but with Snape, that's what'll happen."
Phoebe's eyes strayed to the Slytherin boy. He was named Richard DeMarcus. His coloration was similar to hers, dark blonde hair, and bluish gray eyes. That was where the similarities ended. The two had never gotten along, preferring to make the others existence as dismal as a world without coffee.
"Hey Phoebe, what are you looking at?"
Phoebe shook herself, downing another mug of coffee, "Nothing Larissa, absolutely nothing."
Morgaine giggled, "You know Phoebe, you're a very nice person, as long as someone doesn't get between you and your coffee."
*** *** ***
Phoebe looked up at Snape from her seat next to Morgaine. The greasy haired head of Slytherin house looked at them all menacingly. His vile temper toward Gryffindor had not improved a bit since Harry Potter had left Hogwarts five-six years ago. Well, that's what Phoebe heard. It was even worse among the Gryffindors good enough to be in the advanced class. Morgaine, Larissa, and herself were the only Gryffindors in his advanced class, well, and Paul, but he didn't count. Other then them, it was mostly Ravenclaws, Slytherins, and one Hufflepuff.
"Each of you will be paired and will test your polyjuice potion on your partner. The partners will be as such...
"Morgaine Turner and Larissa Troy."
Morgaine and Larissa grinned at each other, probably thinking of ways to make a complete fool of the other.
"Conner Summers and Ben Matthews.
"Shayla Culluns and Paul Yeager.
"Phoebe Williams and Richard DeMarcus."
Phoebe's eyes grew wide with shock as they turned to Richard. A smirk that made her want to slap him across the face was in full bloom on his features. She fumed, why should Snape torture her so? What had she done to him?
Snape finished calling out the pairs, and partners quickly got together. Phoebe refused to move, for fear of her lashing out at whatever came near her. Richard watched her for a few minutes, as if waiting, before getting up and walking over to her. He slid into the seat next to her, the one left vacant by Morgaine. Restrain fists of death!
"Well Williams, looks like we're partners."
Snape passed out their potions and beakers. Phoebe muttered a dark oath under her breath as he passed, resulting in five points being taken from Gryffindor. The curse was worth it. Her anger was on a low boil. Find your happy place Phoebe, find your happy place.
Phoebe pulled a few hairs out, handing the golden strands to Richard. Richard smirked at her and placed some of his hairs in her outstretched hand.
The hairs went into the beakers. Both put their beakers down on the table.
"If you do anything horrible to my body, I will personally rip out all your teeth and force feed them to you DeMarcus."
"Oh how violent you are Williams, not at all becoming."
"You're a basturd DeMarcus."
"I'll have you know that my parents were married before they had me, though you may call me what you like."
Neither of them saw someone brush by the beakers, dropping something in them. After this, Phoebe looked at the beakers. The one Richard had to drink was the color of Caribbean waters, the one she had to drink's color reminded Phoebe of moonbeams. Great, I have to drink molten silver, I'm so dead.
Closing her eyes, she picked up the beaker of moonbeams and drank it. Richard did the same.
It felt like molten silver had hit her throat. Her body burned and turned, changing with the potion. Phoebe's eyes snapped open and she had to swallow a gasp. She was staring into her own eyes, well, trying to, her glasses made it a bit blurry.
Handing the glasses to Richard, he put them on.
"You know Williams, you could just have your eyes corrected magically, that's what I had done."
Phoebe growled, "I like my glasses fine, thank you!"
Richard-who-looked-like-Phoebe smirked at her as he looked at his face, "I must admit I am the handsomest man on the face of the Earth. I could kiss myself. Actually, with these circumstances, I could."
"Try it and I'll hurt you."
"Or will you be hurting yourself?"
"Don't play mind games with me DeMarcus."
"Alrighty then."
The double period trudged on. Morgaine and Larissa were giggling as they tried to bother each other to the point of a breakdown. Phoebe wished dearly that she could be one of them. After what seemed like an eternity, Snape stood up.
"Alright class, the potion has worn off by now, class has ended."
Phoebe looked at Richard, he was still her! With a growl, she shot out of her seat.
"What did you do to it?! What did you do to the potion?!"
Richard looked just as bewildered as her, Snape walked over to them.
"Mister DeMarcus, I would ask you to please calm down!"
Oh by the fates, they thought she was DeMarcus! Oh crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, this is not good! The potion should have worn off by now.
Without thinking, Phoebe raised her fist and brought it straight into Richard's face. Well, her face. He was knocked back a few paces, Ravenclaws, the Hufflepuff, Larissa, and Morgaine all shouting at her.
"Hey, leave her alone!"
Richard regained his footing, having never been one to take a punch, he launched himself at Phoebe and the two were quickly in a full-fledged fistfight in the classroom. Morgaine struggled to pull Richard away, as Snape pulled Phoebe away. Both kept at it, managing to knock each other out.
The last thing Phoebe saw were stars on a white background.
*** *** ***
Phoebe woke up in the hospital wing, Slytherins surrounding her. She was able to hear their words through he lack of coffee upon waking up.
"Hey, he's waking up."
"You alright Rich? She did a number on you. Shayla said that Troy girl stunned you."
Rich, why were they calling her Rich? She lifted her head slightly and looked down at her shirt. Oh God, her chest was flat! In a stunned reaction, she ran her hand through her hair. Oh God, it was shorter then it was supposed to be!
Oh God, I'm stuck in a boy's body!
Someone was pushing their way through the Slytherins to get to her. It was Larissa. IT WAS LARISSA! Larissa was smart; she must have figured out that this was really her. When she saw her face, her hopes dwindled.
"You basturd! If it weren't for the fact you're in a bed, I'd kick your ass!"
Oh God, Larissa thought she was Richard DeMarcus!
Oh shit, I'm in so much trouble!
Madam Pomfrey walked up.
"Good, you're awake. Your friends can take you back to Slytherin."
Shayla, a rather short girl with messy brown hair and brown eyes with a hint of red in their color, helped Phoebe up.
"Remember, Some of those blows have messed up his memory a bit, he might not remember things."
Shayla grinned at Phoebe in a way Phoebe did not think was good at all.
"Don't worry Madam, we'll help him."
*** *** ***
Richard woke up about thirty minutes after Phoebe left. Of course, he didn't know this.
When Richard opened his eyes, he jolted at the sight of Gryffindors all around him. Of course, his eyesight was a bit fuzzy.
"Madam Pomfrey, she's waking up!"
Richard's voice caught in his thought. Did that Gryffindor just call him a she?
Pomfrey walked up, "Oh good, you're awake. DeMarcus left about half an hour ago Miss Williams."
"Miss Williams? I'm not-"
Pomfrey cut him off, "Your head is a bit messed up," looking at the Gryffindors, "She might not remember much. It was the same with the DeMarcus boy. You may have to help her more then normal."
A blonde girl nodded. What was her name again, Lester?
"Of course Madam Pomfrey, we'll do our best."
The girl that had called Pomfrey over and a Gryffindor boy helped Richard up. His head lulled and his eyes opened even wider.
He had breasts!
After the sudden panic washed over him, he looked around at the other Gryffindors.
This is going to be very interesting. I wonder if Phoebe has a mirror in her bedroom.
Coffee and Caldrons
It was early morning when Phoebe woke up. She muttered groggily and slipped of bed. Pulling on her altered uniform; she wore pants instead of a skirt; she shuffled over to the bed of one of her friends. Close-eyed and messy haired, she shoved her friend off of the bed.
"Gettup Morgaine!"
Morgaine fell off her bed in a flurry of long limbs and bed sheets; her long, deep brunette hair swirled around her in a dark twister. Pulling herself up, with aid of her bed, she glared at Phoebe.
"Why'd you do that?!"
Phoebe shrugged, brushing short, dark blonde hair out of her eyes; even though her eyes were no more open then she was awake. Through these almost closed eyes, she walked over to another bed, pushing it's occupant out in another flurry of long limbs and bed sheets, only the twister of long hair was a blonde a shade lighter then Phoebe's.
"Gettup Larissa!"
Bleary mumbling came from Larissa as she pulled herself up. Phoebe seemed unconcerned with this as she placed thin glasses on her face, though her eyes were still hardly open. Morgaine and Larissa put their school uniforms, Morgaine muttering dark curses in Phoebe's direction as the shorter girl yawned and ran a brush through her hair, though the short hair hardly responded to it, falling as it would, some parts flipped up, some flipped down. The brush was put down in its utter defeat, Phoebe straightening the Gryffindor tie around her neck, yawning again.
The three girls headed into the empty Great Hall. Well, it was almost empty. Since it was before most students got up, only a few Ravenclaws were there, studying at their table, and a Slytherin boy who seemed to be studying, at least that's what it looked like to Phoebe.
Larissa and Morgaine sat down, but Phoebe scanned the table.
"No coffee."
Morgaine yawned and waved a hand toward the small bell on the table lazily, "You have to ring for coffee Phoebe. A house elf will come."
Phoebe needed coffee, the sweet caffeine boost running through her blood to keep her on her feet and to wake her heart from its slumber. Grabbing for the bell savagely, she rang it with the need of an addict.
A house elf ran up to Phoebe, a grin on its face, "What would Miss like?"
Phoebe resisted the urge to grab the house elf and growl her order. That would get her no coffee. Instead, she put on a charming smile.
"Could you please get me a pot of coffee and a mug please?"
The house elf beamed at her friendly manner and scurried off to get her coffee. Phoebe sat at the table and buried her head in crossed arms, crying. Larissa and Morgaine stared at each other before looking down at their friend.
"What is it Phoebe?"
Phoebe knew they already knew the answer, but gave it anyways, "I'm just so happy that I'm getting my coffee!"
Morgaine rolled her eyes, "You have a serious problem Phoebe, and I think we might have to cut you off."
In a violent manner of a drug addict, Phoebe lifted her arms and grabbed Morgaine's neckline, "Nobody takes my coffee!"
Larissa pulled her off Morgaine, "Alright Phoebe, here it comes."
The house elf walked up grinning, "Blinky remembered Miss liked it with many sugars and just enough cream to turn it light."
Phoebe could have kissed the house elf if it wasn't for the lack of caffeine in her system and the fact that it would be just plain gross. She took the pot and mug in a gracious sweep, pouring the coffee into the mug and downing in with need.
Ahh, sweet coffee, how you are my lifeblood! How empty and bleak my life would be without you! May you always be there to quench my unending passion for thee.
Her eyes shot open, their blue-gray coloration surveying The Great Hall. While her eyes made their daily sweep, she interrogated Morgaine.
"First class?"
"Advanced Potions, double period."
"Blast, anything else?"
"Yeah, we'll be testing the polyjuice potions we've been making."
"Ugh, I hope I don't get paired with a Slytherin."
"Don't we all Larissa, but with Snape, that's what'll happen."
Phoebe's eyes strayed to the Slytherin boy. He was named Richard DeMarcus. His coloration was similar to hers, dark blonde hair, and bluish gray eyes. That was where the similarities ended. The two had never gotten along, preferring to make the others existence as dismal as a world without coffee.
"Hey Phoebe, what are you looking at?"
Phoebe shook herself, downing another mug of coffee, "Nothing Larissa, absolutely nothing."
Morgaine giggled, "You know Phoebe, you're a very nice person, as long as someone doesn't get between you and your coffee."
*** *** ***
Phoebe looked up at Snape from her seat next to Morgaine. The greasy haired head of Slytherin house looked at them all menacingly. His vile temper toward Gryffindor had not improved a bit since Harry Potter had left Hogwarts five-six years ago. Well, that's what Phoebe heard. It was even worse among the Gryffindors good enough to be in the advanced class. Morgaine, Larissa, and herself were the only Gryffindors in his advanced class, well, and Paul, but he didn't count. Other then them, it was mostly Ravenclaws, Slytherins, and one Hufflepuff.
"Each of you will be paired and will test your polyjuice potion on your partner. The partners will be as such...
"Morgaine Turner and Larissa Troy."
Morgaine and Larissa grinned at each other, probably thinking of ways to make a complete fool of the other.
"Conner Summers and Ben Matthews.
"Shayla Culluns and Paul Yeager.
"Phoebe Williams and Richard DeMarcus."
Phoebe's eyes grew wide with shock as they turned to Richard. A smirk that made her want to slap him across the face was in full bloom on his features. She fumed, why should Snape torture her so? What had she done to him?
Snape finished calling out the pairs, and partners quickly got together. Phoebe refused to move, for fear of her lashing out at whatever came near her. Richard watched her for a few minutes, as if waiting, before getting up and walking over to her. He slid into the seat next to her, the one left vacant by Morgaine. Restrain fists of death!
"Well Williams, looks like we're partners."
Snape passed out their potions and beakers. Phoebe muttered a dark oath under her breath as he passed, resulting in five points being taken from Gryffindor. The curse was worth it. Her anger was on a low boil. Find your happy place Phoebe, find your happy place.
Phoebe pulled a few hairs out, handing the golden strands to Richard. Richard smirked at her and placed some of his hairs in her outstretched hand.
The hairs went into the beakers. Both put their beakers down on the table.
"If you do anything horrible to my body, I will personally rip out all your teeth and force feed them to you DeMarcus."
"Oh how violent you are Williams, not at all becoming."
"You're a basturd DeMarcus."
"I'll have you know that my parents were married before they had me, though you may call me what you like."
Neither of them saw someone brush by the beakers, dropping something in them. After this, Phoebe looked at the beakers. The one Richard had to drink was the color of Caribbean waters, the one she had to drink's color reminded Phoebe of moonbeams. Great, I have to drink molten silver, I'm so dead.
Closing her eyes, she picked up the beaker of moonbeams and drank it. Richard did the same.
It felt like molten silver had hit her throat. Her body burned and turned, changing with the potion. Phoebe's eyes snapped open and she had to swallow a gasp. She was staring into her own eyes, well, trying to, her glasses made it a bit blurry.
Handing the glasses to Richard, he put them on.
"You know Williams, you could just have your eyes corrected magically, that's what I had done."
Phoebe growled, "I like my glasses fine, thank you!"
Richard-who-looked-like-Phoebe smirked at her as he looked at his face, "I must admit I am the handsomest man on the face of the Earth. I could kiss myself. Actually, with these circumstances, I could."
"Try it and I'll hurt you."
"Or will you be hurting yourself?"
"Don't play mind games with me DeMarcus."
"Alrighty then."
The double period trudged on. Morgaine and Larissa were giggling as they tried to bother each other to the point of a breakdown. Phoebe wished dearly that she could be one of them. After what seemed like an eternity, Snape stood up.
"Alright class, the potion has worn off by now, class has ended."
Phoebe looked at Richard, he was still her! With a growl, she shot out of her seat.
"What did you do to it?! What did you do to the potion?!"
Richard looked just as bewildered as her, Snape walked over to them.
"Mister DeMarcus, I would ask you to please calm down!"
Oh by the fates, they thought she was DeMarcus! Oh crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, this is not good! The potion should have worn off by now.
Without thinking, Phoebe raised her fist and brought it straight into Richard's face. Well, her face. He was knocked back a few paces, Ravenclaws, the Hufflepuff, Larissa, and Morgaine all shouting at her.
"Hey, leave her alone!"
Richard regained his footing, having never been one to take a punch, he launched himself at Phoebe and the two were quickly in a full-fledged fistfight in the classroom. Morgaine struggled to pull Richard away, as Snape pulled Phoebe away. Both kept at it, managing to knock each other out.
The last thing Phoebe saw were stars on a white background.
*** *** ***
Phoebe woke up in the hospital wing, Slytherins surrounding her. She was able to hear their words through he lack of coffee upon waking up.
"Hey, he's waking up."
"You alright Rich? She did a number on you. Shayla said that Troy girl stunned you."
Rich, why were they calling her Rich? She lifted her head slightly and looked down at her shirt. Oh God, her chest was flat! In a stunned reaction, she ran her hand through her hair. Oh God, it was shorter then it was supposed to be!
Oh God, I'm stuck in a boy's body!
Someone was pushing their way through the Slytherins to get to her. It was Larissa. IT WAS LARISSA! Larissa was smart; she must have figured out that this was really her. When she saw her face, her hopes dwindled.
"You basturd! If it weren't for the fact you're in a bed, I'd kick your ass!"
Oh God, Larissa thought she was Richard DeMarcus!
Oh shit, I'm in so much trouble!
Madam Pomfrey walked up.
"Good, you're awake. Your friends can take you back to Slytherin."
Shayla, a rather short girl with messy brown hair and brown eyes with a hint of red in their color, helped Phoebe up.
"Remember, Some of those blows have messed up his memory a bit, he might not remember things."
Shayla grinned at Phoebe in a way Phoebe did not think was good at all.
"Don't worry Madam, we'll help him."
*** *** ***
Richard woke up about thirty minutes after Phoebe left. Of course, he didn't know this.
When Richard opened his eyes, he jolted at the sight of Gryffindors all around him. Of course, his eyesight was a bit fuzzy.
"Madam Pomfrey, she's waking up!"
Richard's voice caught in his thought. Did that Gryffindor just call him a she?
Pomfrey walked up, "Oh good, you're awake. DeMarcus left about half an hour ago Miss Williams."
"Miss Williams? I'm not-"
Pomfrey cut him off, "Your head is a bit messed up," looking at the Gryffindors, "She might not remember much. It was the same with the DeMarcus boy. You may have to help her more then normal."
A blonde girl nodded. What was her name again, Lester?
"Of course Madam Pomfrey, we'll do our best."
The girl that had called Pomfrey over and a Gryffindor boy helped Richard up. His head lulled and his eyes opened even wider.
He had breasts!
After the sudden panic washed over him, he looked around at the other Gryffindors.
This is going to be very interesting. I wonder if Phoebe has a mirror in her bedroom.