Hey there readers, new and old! I've gone through this story to fix some gaping plot holes and improve the general quality of the writing in it, so I'm going to try and get it up and running again! Here's the new & improved chapter 1! Hope you enjoy!

~CMA xxx

Disclaimer: I'm writing a fanfic. Do you really think I own anything?

Chptr1

Harry Potter woke up with a migraine.

This was a novel yet unwelcome experience for the famous teenager as the excruciating pain he felt in his head was coming directly from points along his temples and hairline and decidedly NOT from his lightning scar – which if it were, at least he would know the cause.

Potter blinked once, then twice, then repeatedly until his fuzzy vision swooshed back with a vengeance and just a touch of light-headedness. The first sight that greeted him once he retrieved his glasses from the bedside table was a close up of his freckle-nosed best friend Ron Weasley. The redhead slouched back in his uncomfortable plastic chair chair at Harry's bedside in the hospital wing of the school and visibly relaxed. Then he tensed up again as though remembering a crucial problem. "Harry, there's something we need to tell you-". He started, looking as dejected and nervous as he would be if he were about to tell Harry that he'd contracted cancer of the puppy.

"What is it and how did I get here?" Harry frowned and put a hand up to his throat – something felt different and he needed to figure it out. He cleared his throat again, hoping that the squeaky sound that had just come out of it was a result of not having spoken for a while. "Ron is there something weird with my voice?" he asked, curiously. As he shifted into a more comfortable position, his body didn't seem to be working the same. He felt a curious shift in his body mass, with more weight on his chest than usual. "The fuck has happened to me, Ron? I just feel really weird all over-"

"Harry... you kind of... you've been... that is to say..." Ron seemed to be finding it difficult to sound out a coherent sentence. Something was obviously weighing on his friend that made Harry even more twitchy and suspicious.

"Oh get on with it Ron will you?" Ron swallowed hard and shut up. "Never mind I'll tell him myself". Harry noticed for the first time that his other best friend and bushy-haired girl genius was sitting a little further away. She looked calm and just a little bit amused by whatever it was that was ailing him. This served to both reassure him and make him just a little bit more nervous all at once. If it amused 'Mione it must be bad. "Harry," she started smirking slightly, "I'm going to tell you something you are most definitely not going to like. So please don't panic too much, and whatever you do, remember that myself and Ronald had absolutely nothing to do with it". Any reassurance Harry felt from Hermione was long gone, and a sinking feeling of queasy apprehension filled his chest. "Harry James Potter, after an unfortunate mishap in potions class – and for this you can blame Malfoy – you have, through no fault of your own caused a real life rule 63". Harry looked at her with disbelief.

"The hell, 'Mione?"

"I know it's hard to come to terms to, but by all means please feel free to ask me anything. And I do really mean anything," she smiled encouragingly at him.

"No really, what the hell are you one about?" Hermione had the good grace to look sheepish.

"Sorry Harry. I'll use layman's terms shall I? You've been transmogrified into a female".

Harry sputtered with disbelief and tried to sit up only to feel a sharp pain go through his chest at the sudden movement. He looked down and let out a none too masculine shriek when he discovered that he had sprouted rather much in the chest area. This caused him to panic even more, tangle him... no herself in the sheets and fall of the hospital bed with a tail-bone bruising thump. Ron was bent over double and laughing uncontrollably from directly above the newly female Potter. She death-glared at him from her rather undignified position sprawled on the floor entangled in hospital wing furnishings. Hermione let out a snort and soon fell into uncontrollable giggles. Harry made the snap decision to quickly come to terms with her newfound condition, and so she started to berate her friends.

"The pair of you have absolutely no regard for my current situation, do you?" Harry scolded, renewing her friends laughing fit. "Obviously you have no respect for me as a human being. I am currently finding it difficult to establish why you are even my friends in the first place".

Ron was now gasping for breath looking for all the world like a ginger, landlocked fish, and Hermione couldn't look at either of them as she said in as controlled a voice as she could muster in the current situation, "Now you finally have an insight into why I find you pair so insufferable!". But the irony of the situation was too much for her and she fell about laughing again.

Harry glared at her too and turned in the opposite direction to sulk.

And that's how Madam Pomfrey found them all five minutes later.

Don't forget to share your thoughts with me! I'd love to know what you think (especially if you read it before, let me know what you think of the new style)!