A/N: absolutely no relation to my other fic, which I haven't posted yet
and probably won't ever post period. But weather I post it or not, this was
inspired by a fic called "Blue Tears" and I highly recommend it! You can
find it in my favorite stories section, and if you've got a brain, you'll
read it! You'll also read this, but I don't require a review, so to heck
with it.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'nothin!
Summary: something happens, and Sirius gets turned into a girl! 0_o;; can he get changed back? Who dunnit?
WARNINGS: I like to torture my favorite characters. Thus, as I am certain you can perceive from my summary, my favorite character is to be tortured beyond all belief. *cough* right, back to things that may make the homophobic queasy-stomached teensy-brained prat go bananas. I don't think this falls under the category of yaoi, but then, some people think that tom- boys w/ black mascara and skater boys that don't take showers are homosexual when they're obviously opposite genders, so I might as well warn you ppl like that out there. Then there's always the romance part, if ya don't like fluffiness that's so fluffy filled with fluffety fluff fluffy thus fluff, then beat it. If you don't like the idea of a guy going down the road of a gurl, then get off my property. *evil grin* if you don't like AU, then go away; and finally, I thought I might tell you that I'm switching the turning-to-animals-in-fifth-year thing into first year, or second. Okay? Okay!
NOTES: I'm not really going to give Big Boy Details on HOW our poor Hero managed to get in this... dilemma.
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No student had perhaps seen any teacher angrier. With the exception of Filch, of course, watching McGonagall flare up like that was terrifying.
Not to mention the fact that she was so angry so couldn't manage anything more than a sputtering roar every now and then. Her imitation of a violently violet fish really was pretty good.
However, currently only one student and the headmaster of the school were baring witness to this... amazing display.
Though Dumbledore kept (mostly) great outer calmness and neutrality, it was obvious that as what McGonagall was trying to say slowly started to make sense, he was beginning to get irked.
Eventually, he told the transfiguration teacher to calm down, have a seat, and a drink, then turned toward the student. Who was curled up hiding his face and body by sitting on a chair in a ball of black robes.
"Let me see, now," Dumbledore said calmly.
Slowly, the student forced himself to stand up straight. Despite appearances, he hadn't been crying; only in a lost sense of shock. In other words, this student hadn't come out of denial for the past three and a half hours (which were spent listening to a sputtering McGonagall).
The student was around fourteen or fifteen, and stood tall enough for their age. A bit thin and lanky, but that was easily made up for by the full chest, hips, and lips. Large, dark eyes framed by darker lashes showed that the student was still in shock.
The student's hair was short, slightly spiked, and black, and their bangs usually fell in their eyes, but now were brushed effectively to the side. They trembled slightly.
"Who did this to you?" the headmaster asked, voice strangely cold.
"I..." the student swallowed, one dainty long fingered hand coming up to brush against a pale throat. They swallowed again, trying in vain to ignore the flutey soprano voice that was currently theirs. "Got hit.... From behind... didn't see who..." the student stopped, deciding that they highly disliked their rather annoying voice, and clenched their hands together, bowing their head and pressing their knuckled fist against their forehead.
"Do you have any idea who may have done it?" the old man reached out and grasped the student's thin shoulder, pausing momentarily at how small and frail it seemed.
The student shook their head. Eyes so dark a blue they were almost black flashed dangerously suddenly, and the lips barely parted to hiss, "Snape!"
"Do you believe he may have done this?"
The student nodded quickly, keeping their head and eyes down.
There was a momentary silence.
"Can... Can you please change me back now?" the student squeaked out finally, forcing themselves to look up at the old teacher. He gave the student a grave look.
"I'm not sure. We'll have to go see."
"Now?"
"Now. Minerva, are you coming?"
The transfiguration teacher stood up sharply.
"I THINK I'LL GO TALK TO Mr. Snape!" she roared/sputtered, and was out of the room in a matter of seconds.
"Wait for me!" the seemingly female (ya think???) student cried, and started to run after her, but Dumbldore grasped her shoulder firmly, holding her back.
"No, no, Mr. Black, we need to find a cure for you."
The student stopped struggling, then looked down, defeated.
"So I... I really am a..."
"Temporarily. We'll get you back into your handsome masculine body in no time."
Disclaimer: I don't own 'nothin!
Summary: something happens, and Sirius gets turned into a girl! 0_o;; can he get changed back? Who dunnit?
WARNINGS: I like to torture my favorite characters. Thus, as I am certain you can perceive from my summary, my favorite character is to be tortured beyond all belief. *cough* right, back to things that may make the homophobic queasy-stomached teensy-brained prat go bananas. I don't think this falls under the category of yaoi, but then, some people think that tom- boys w/ black mascara and skater boys that don't take showers are homosexual when they're obviously opposite genders, so I might as well warn you ppl like that out there. Then there's always the romance part, if ya don't like fluffiness that's so fluffy filled with fluffety fluff fluffy thus fluff, then beat it. If you don't like the idea of a guy going down the road of a gurl, then get off my property. *evil grin* if you don't like AU, then go away; and finally, I thought I might tell you that I'm switching the turning-to-animals-in-fifth-year thing into first year, or second. Okay? Okay!
NOTES: I'm not really going to give Big Boy Details on HOW our poor Hero managed to get in this... dilemma.
.
.
.
No student had perhaps seen any teacher angrier. With the exception of Filch, of course, watching McGonagall flare up like that was terrifying.
Not to mention the fact that she was so angry so couldn't manage anything more than a sputtering roar every now and then. Her imitation of a violently violet fish really was pretty good.
However, currently only one student and the headmaster of the school were baring witness to this... amazing display.
Though Dumbledore kept (mostly) great outer calmness and neutrality, it was obvious that as what McGonagall was trying to say slowly started to make sense, he was beginning to get irked.
Eventually, he told the transfiguration teacher to calm down, have a seat, and a drink, then turned toward the student. Who was curled up hiding his face and body by sitting on a chair in a ball of black robes.
"Let me see, now," Dumbledore said calmly.
Slowly, the student forced himself to stand up straight. Despite appearances, he hadn't been crying; only in a lost sense of shock. In other words, this student hadn't come out of denial for the past three and a half hours (which were spent listening to a sputtering McGonagall).
The student was around fourteen or fifteen, and stood tall enough for their age. A bit thin and lanky, but that was easily made up for by the full chest, hips, and lips. Large, dark eyes framed by darker lashes showed that the student was still in shock.
The student's hair was short, slightly spiked, and black, and their bangs usually fell in their eyes, but now were brushed effectively to the side. They trembled slightly.
"Who did this to you?" the headmaster asked, voice strangely cold.
"I..." the student swallowed, one dainty long fingered hand coming up to brush against a pale throat. They swallowed again, trying in vain to ignore the flutey soprano voice that was currently theirs. "Got hit.... From behind... didn't see who..." the student stopped, deciding that they highly disliked their rather annoying voice, and clenched their hands together, bowing their head and pressing their knuckled fist against their forehead.
"Do you have any idea who may have done it?" the old man reached out and grasped the student's thin shoulder, pausing momentarily at how small and frail it seemed.
The student shook their head. Eyes so dark a blue they were almost black flashed dangerously suddenly, and the lips barely parted to hiss, "Snape!"
"Do you believe he may have done this?"
The student nodded quickly, keeping their head and eyes down.
There was a momentary silence.
"Can... Can you please change me back now?" the student squeaked out finally, forcing themselves to look up at the old teacher. He gave the student a grave look.
"I'm not sure. We'll have to go see."
"Now?"
"Now. Minerva, are you coming?"
The transfiguration teacher stood up sharply.
"I THINK I'LL GO TALK TO Mr. Snape!" she roared/sputtered, and was out of the room in a matter of seconds.
"Wait for me!" the seemingly female (ya think???) student cried, and started to run after her, but Dumbldore grasped her shoulder firmly, holding her back.
"No, no, Mr. Black, we need to find a cure for you."
The student stopped struggling, then looked down, defeated.
"So I... I really am a..."
"Temporarily. We'll get you back into your handsome masculine body in no time."