Warning: This story uses Polyjuice Potion. Meaning male characters will become female for some time, even if that time is longer than the potion originally prescribes.

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There was a reason why people shouldn't make potions unsupervised, especially when they didn't have a mastery in the area. There were unlimited opportunities for things to go wrong.

Harry Potter looked at himself in the mirror, silently dismayed about the situation he was now in. It had been a bad idea to brew the Polyjuice without Hermione around to make sure that nothing went wrong, he now realized. Even more so without telling anyone about what he was doing.

Out of habit, Harry ran his hand through his hair and his frown deepened when his fingers got caught in what was now curly shoulder-length brown hair.

The Boy-Who-Lived glanced at his reflection and sighed when he found a feminine form still in the mirror. He had just wanted to brew some more Polyjuice because his supply was about to run out and the Ministry of Magic would eventually grow suspicious of his constant bulk orders of the potion. How was he supposed to know that something would go wrong and he would be stuck in this form?

Ah, that's right. Because he was Harry Potter and something always went wrong when he was involved in anything.

Now he was looked like a random British witch, who's hair he had picked off of his robes from his last trip to Diagon Alley for Morgana knows how long. Already the potion had lasted overnight and Harry didn't know if he would ever change back into his normal body.

If he was anyone else, he could go to St. Mungo's and get this sorted out but since he was Harry Potter, that was not an option. The press would learn about his situation within hours and he would have to come up with another plan so he could run his errands without being bothered.

Harry sighed and looked at his new form in the mirror. He might as well try and get used to it until he could solve this problem.

His hair was a dark brown and it was unbelievably curly. When he moved, he swore that the curls actually bounced—or tangled even further. If he thought his hair was a problem earlier, it was nothing compared to what it was now. His eyes were a dark brown as well, though an occasional flash of amber or green sparkled in the sunlight. His skin was extremely dark and clear of any blemishes, aside from a faint mark on his abdomen. It almost looked like someone had cut into the abdomen for some type of procedure.

Harry's stomach rumbled and the transformed man realized that it had been a few hours since he had eaten last. A quick rummage through the cupboards and pantry revealed that there was nothing meal worthy in the flat. He would have to go out to eat.

Cursing his luck, Harry searched for something to wear. There was a small Chinese restaurant down the street but it was a Muggle restaurant. Usually when the hair he had picked up was a woman, he would go out into the wizarding world where he could wear robes. He didn't want to deal with that today.

With a sigh, Harry threw on his smallest sweatshirt and went searching for a pair of jeans he was sure Ginny had left behind the last time she had stayed over. When he had found the jeans, they were a bit tight and short but it was better than nothing.

Harry wished that Ginny had left behind some other clothes—he didn't appreciate having to go without underwear and the breasts he now had to deal with were on the large side so a bra would have been nice—but usually when Ginny visited, she wasn't wearing those items. Harry would just have to put up with it for less than an half an hour, since he didn't think it would take that long for him to eat or get a carry-out.

Harry ate lunch quickly, wanting to get back to his flat so he could contact someone for help. The food wasn't particularly appetizing—too fried and saucy for his new body's tastes—but it was better than nothing. When he finished and paid for his food, Harry eagerly left the restaurant, wanting to get back to his sanctuary. However, as soon as he stepped foot outside the restaurant, he felt a hand grip the back of his neck tightly and a series of privacy wards go up around him and his ambusher.

"What the bloody hell have you been thinking?" he heard a distinctly male voice hiss. "I've been worried sick, trying to find you before Leanne's next feeding."

"You've made a mistake," Harry growled, trying to fight the grip on his neck and break free. It was futile in this form. He felt too weak.

"Don't be ridiculous. You might be dressed sloppier than normal but that's no disguise. I'm very able to recognize my own mate and wife, Rose, despite what you may think."

"I'm not Rose," Harry protested, mind racing. "I just look like her because of the Polyjuice Potion that I took."

The person dragging him away stopped for a minute and Harry too the opportunity to wrap his hands around the wrist of the hand gripping his beck and trying to push it away, to no avail. Instead, the grip just tightened. Against what his mind was screaming for him to do, Harry felt his body going limp and his mannerisms becoming more docile.

"Say that again," the man demanded.

"I'm not Rose," Harry repeated. "I just look like her because of the Polyjuice Potion."

"When did you take the dose?" the man inquired, voice harsh but seeming to believe what Harry was saying.

"Yesterday, around three in the afternoon. Something went wrong, though, and I haven't changed back."

"And how did you get my Rose's hair? Why hers?"

"I didn't know who's it was. I just needed to go out without someone recognizing me and her hair had gotten on my clothes. It wasn't planned and it wasn't for anything malicious. I swear."

As Harry struggled weakly to break free, he heard his ambusher take a deep breath.

"Here's the plan then," the man decided. "You're going to come home with me, feed Leanne, and be there for every future feeding until I find the real Rose. I have Polyjuice Potion and her hair for you to use if necessary, but I doubt it will be. In return for your help in that matter, I'll make sure that you won't go to Azkaban for posing as someone else without their knowledge and consent. Are we agreed?"

"Yes," Harry said, unable to nod. Anything to get the man to let go and to not go to Azkaban. He knew that it had been a risk when he had started using the Polyjuice Potion but it had been one that he had been willing to take. Now that he was caught, he couldn't risk going to Azkaban. If the imprisoned Death Eaters learned he was Harry Potter, he would be dead within the day. "Who's Leanne, though? And why does Rose need to feed her specifically?"

His questions weren't answered as the man instead decided to apparate away, much to Harry's dismay. When they reached their destination, Harry was sure that the only reason he had remained standing was because of the grip on his neck.

"Leanne is my daughter," the man said, letting go. Harry rubbed his neck in relief and spun around to face the man. He blinked in surprise when he realized who it was. He hadn't seen this man since his Hogwarts days.

"Rose isn't a normal witch. She has creature blood in her, which is why you haven't changed back yet. Polyjuice Potion is meant to be used with the hair of a witch, wizard, or muggle. Any other type of being and the change back becomes delayed or it doesn't take place, leaving the user stuck in the form they copied. Leanne shares Rose's creature blood and because of that, she doesn't drink her mother's milk. She drinks her mother's blood."

Harry made an appalled noise in the back of his throat as he stared at Blaise Zabini. The man glared at him but Harry didn't regret his reaction. It was a totally normal one, after all.

"Blood?" he questioned. Zabini nodded, crossing his arms and continuing to glare down at Harry.

"Leanne's feeding is in an hour, so you have an hour to get used to the idea," Zabini stated. "Then we'll talk more."

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