Chapter 1
Harry was walking down the corridor when Neville Longbottom ran into him.
"Oh sorry Harry. Hey do you want to see a new spell I just learned?" Neville got really excited.
"No thanks, Neville. I should be going."
"Please Harry it will only take a second. It is a really good spell." Neville brought out his wand and was ready to begin when Ron walked around the corner.
"Ron!" Harry walked up to his best friend and put an arm around his shoulder. "Neville has been looking everywhere for you, mate. Right Neville?"
"Uh right."
"He wanted to show you a new spell."
"No way Harry. You saw how horrible he is at getting spells right, I could end up with a third arm. No offence, Longbottom." It was true. Neville was pretty dreadful at getting spells right.
"Come on Ron, it won't be that bad," Harry tried to convince him. This was turning into a game.
"Fine but if anything happens to me, I swear that I'll make your life horrible Longbottom," Ron warned. Neville gulped and Harry stood back as Neville began to recite the spell. When he was done nothing happened.
"Did anything happen?" Ron asked, worried.
"Not that I can tell," Harry observed. "Neville what's the spell supposed to do anyway?"
"Well I think…" Just then a cloud of purple smoke formed at his feet and began to engulf Ron's entire body.
"What's happening?! Harry?! Neville?!" Ron began to freak out. Neville and Harry just stared at him with open mouths. In a second there was a popping noise and the three of them brushed away the smoke. Neville and Harry got a clear look of Ron's face.
"Ahhhhh!" Neville screamed, terrified. He didn't expect this to happen.
"What?" Ron asked. He was still coughing from the smoke. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, mate," Harry responded awestruck.
"You are a horrible liar Harry," Ron said. He lifted his right hand to scratch the top of his head. His hair felt different. It was longer. He followed a strand until it went down past his shoulders. "Why is my hair so long?"
"Um," was all the two boys could say. Ron looked down and saw two mounds sticking out of his chest. What were they? Well they looked like breasts but that couldn't be possible. Could it? He touched them. Yes, they were definitely breasts.
"Could you explain to me the reason I have boobs?!" Ron began to panic.
"Well you see, I guess I must have messed up the spell."
"You think?" Harry countered. Ron rushed to the nearest mirror on the wall and let out a scream.
"I'm a bloody girl!" He couldn't believe it. He was actually a girl. His voice was higher, he had feminine thoughts, and he looked like a girl. He ran up to Neville and began to shake him. "What have you done to me?"
"Ron, stop it. There has got to be a way to fix this," Harry tried to make the situation better.