Harry looked in the bathroom mirror. He'd been having headaches and was having a hard time sleeping. It had been taking a toll on him, causing his eyes to show bags, among other things. Hogwarts was supposed to be different. And in a lot of ways it was, but in a lot of other ways it wasn't.
He looked in the mirror and focused on his hair, willing it to grow longer, to cover the stupid scar. To his shock, it responded by growing down to his shoulders. He cleared it away from his face, pulling it back into a pony tail. He scowled, thinking he looked like a girl.
The hair shrank back, just long enough to cover his forehead. He looked down at his fingernails. They were a bit long and he'd left his toiletry kit by his bed. He hadn't wanted to wake anyone. He willed his fingernails shorter and they shrank back. Harry pressed his nails into his thumb to test them, finding they were indeed shorter.
Harry looked at himself in the mirror. He was skinny. He took off his shirt and looked at the ribs he could see and how his stomach was slightly distended. He decided he didn't like being skinny and pictured himself bigger, healthier. To his astonishment, he grew. He looked more like Ron or Seamus. But then he scowled. Ron wouldn't like it if he were suddenly just as big and strong.
Hermione would probably tell him it was a good thing to be healthy. He pictured her lecturing him and a wash of magic passed over and through him. He looked in the mirror and saw a blurry, topless Hermione staring at him through his glasses. Her eyes widened in shock. She put the t-shirt back on before realizing that he was a she.
Harry focused on the mental image of himself and willed another change. Harry watched as the mirror image morphed back into what Harry thought of as himself. He put his hands on his face and chuckled mirthlessly.
"Just great, Potter. Another way you're different. Why can't you just be bloody normal?" he asked himself quietly.
Harry looked up out of his hands into the mirror. He took a deep breath.
"No crying. You will not cry, Potter. You can just ignore this. Pretend you can't do it. Just like everything else."
Harry looked at himself in the mirror and took off his glasses. He wiped his arm across his eyes.
"No crying, Potter. Boys don't cry."
And then he shifted again. Hair long and red, skin light and slightly freckled, vision clear.
"Mum…" she whispered as she broke down quietly sobbing. She sat quietly in the boys' bathroom for several minutes after she'd cried for a while before wiping away the tears. She stood and focused on being Harry properly, feeling the shift wash over her body.
It was nice not having to wear glasses, he had to admit. Maybe he'd try to change just his eyes later. And being a girl seemed like a perfectly reasonable excuse to cry. Girls could cry, after all. That was allowed.
A/N: I admit, I can't remember what my plan was for my other work(s). This just struck me as a neat little one shot of Harry Potter being a metamorph and breaking down a bit. Is it? Let me know.