Harry was sitting next to Ron in potions class that afternoon. They had been working on Polyjuice potion for the last month and Ron and Harry having done the potion before in second year, found this potion a breeze. They had all been assigned a person for them to change into and Harry had been partnered, thankfully, with Ron. At the end of the next class (Nearly every Gryffindor being depressed because they had potions 2 days in a row) They were to attempt their potion. Neville had already proved himself hopeless and Hermione had, once again, taken in upon herself to try and keep him from failing.

"Ms. Granger, leave Longbottom to finish his potion on his own." Snape's voice carried through the dungeons after he had caught wind of what Hermione was doing. She glared at her ingredients but continued mouthing instructions to Neville whenever Snape was looking elsewhere. Sadly though, Neville was not the best mouth reader and barely understood what was being told to him. Soon his potion was a dark gray and bubbling mixture.

"LONGBOTTOM!" was all Harry heard before being covered in a gray liquid on his way to grab the finishing touch for his Polyjuice potion. Harry felt sharp pains all over his body, starting with his head and continuing down. The first pain came with Harry feeling his face change and his hair grow, next came his neck painfully changing, Then his torso becoming curvier, and finally his bottom, legs, and feet painfully morphed into a more delicate shape. After the wave of pain had subsided Harry quickly wiped his glasses on a non drenched part of his robes and put them back on. Once seeing his body, Harry shrieked.

"Potter! To the Hospital wing IMEADIANTLY!" Not needing to be told twice by the Potions Master, Harry dashed out of the dungeons and made it to the Hospital wing in record time. Stopping a few seconds before running in to catch his breath. Madam Pomfrey came out quickly upon hearing her doors thrown open, to find what looked to her like a young Gryffindor woman wearing the male uniform, covered in some kind of gooey substance, and looking on the verge of mental breakdown.

"Good heavens child! What are you covered in!?" Pomfrey said, aghast. She started to approach the horrified young lady.

"I DON'T KNOW! NO! DON'T TOUCH ME! THIS—THIS THING I'M COVERED IN DID THIS TO ME!" The young lady shrieked when she came at arm's length.

"Calm down. Okay, Clam down. Come into the back and get changed then. After your clothes have been changed I'll examine, alright?" Madam Pomfrey said calmly to the fear wracked young lady. She nodded mumbling 'okay' very quietly as she was lead to one of the beds, without being touched, and a curtain appeared around the bed. Madam Pomfrey handed her a nightgown and waited while she got changed.

There was another shriek as she got ready but the young lady said shakily "I-I'm fine…" When she said it was okay to remove the curtain Pomfrey saw that she was visibly shaken, and that's when the whole situation finally made sense.

Professor Snape burst through the doors and saw a very concerned Poppy and a very shaken, female, Harry Potter. Snape exhaustedly explained the whole situation to Madam Pomfrey who quickly got Harry a Calming Drought after he caught sight of himself in the mirror and proceeded to shriek once more. Snape left after a hushed conversation with Poppy and an over the shoulder glance at Harry in the hospital bed.

"Well Mister Potter if I can't find an antidote or any adverse health effects because of the potion by the end of the week you will be allowed to attend classes as normal." Usually learning there was no antidote would have horrified Harry and caused him to shriek for a fourth time, but the Calming Drought was still at work and dulling the fear in Harry's mind. Pomfrey had decided to keep Harry on Calming Drought until he could look in the mirror without releasing a girlish shriek of horror.

Awhile after Snape had left Ron and Hermione came to see Harry.

"So, does Pomfrey have anything for you being like this?" Ron asked staring at Harry.

"No, or at least she doesn't have one yet." Harry answered in a very level voice.

"How are you so calm about that?" Ron stared at Harry incredulously.

"Honestly Ron, Madam Pomfrey probably gave Harry Calming Drought. He shrieked in class remember?" Hermione shook her head at him, "Harry, I'm sure she'll find something to fix… this." Harry just nodded softly and looked over at Ron who still had a face mixed with something that looked like disgust and horror.

"I just wish we knew what Neville had put in the potion. Then it'd be easier for them to make an antidote." Ron said looking at his feet. At that moment Pomfrey shooed Ron and Hermione saying that Harry need rest. Once they were gone and Pomfrey was back in her office Harry turned over, deciding to take a nap and try to forget all reality.