Accidental Potions

Chapter One: Neville's Mistake

Well, this is my story. I do not own any characters or other things that you recognize. There might be some OCs later that I do own, but until they show up (which may or may not happen) everything is just borrowed from the Genius JK Rowling.

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Sitting in Potions class was almost never a fun activity. The potions were difficult, they had to work with Slytherins, and there was a general aura of unease.

But that day, well, that day, things in potions class went from bad to worse.

Harry sat next to Neville as Ron and Hermione worked on the other side of the classroom. He glared at them from time to time. Sure, they were dating and such now, but… Did they really have to leave him alone all the time? It was getting a bit awkward. What had happened with their friendship? Honestly, it felt like all they ever wanted to do anymore was snog each other.

He stirred the potion, making sure that Neville stayed away from it AT ALL COSTS. He might have been only marginal at potions, but Neville was worse, and Harry knew that if he let him near it, there would be bad things going down. (As he would soon find out, this assumption was correct)

Not wanting to hurt the other boy's feelings, however, Harry tried not to let on why. He just grabbed the ingredients, mixed the potion, and sent Neville to get the supplies every once and a while. But when Neville came back, insisting that there was no more slit bat hearts, Harry had to get up and find them. And when he came back, with a handful of the disgusting, bloody hearts, he found Neville, dumping in a handful of powdered bezoar. And item that was DEFININTLY not on the ingredient list.

Harry froze. But at first, the potion didn't look any different. If it had, he would have thrown out the potion as far away as possible. Instead, he nervously sat down, added the bat hearts, and stirred. He finished the potion as normal, and thought that it would be fine.

How very wrong he was.

When Harry added a final ingredient, bat wings, (basically every part of the bat was used in the potion) there was a loud BANG, and when the smoke cleared, Neville was whimpering on his chair, and looking at Harry, who was covered in the goopy potion. Every single feature of Harry's was covered; you couldn't even tell who it was anymore, if not for the fact that there was a vague outline of glasses.

Hermione and Ron jumped up out of their chairs, knocking over their potion. It fizzed, and a small fire burst out. Stamping it out quickly, Hermione started screaming, seeing that her friend was lying, seemingly dead, on the floor. Ron started demanding, a bit too loudly, to know what happened.

In the next row, Draco Malfoy was rolling his eyes, and commenting on how Potter always had to be the center of attention. Ron glared at him, and had a look that warned that if he said that again, bad things were going to happen.

Professor Slughorn waddled over to where Neville was rocking back and forth.

"Longbottom, what has happened here?"

"Harry added the last ingredient in the potion, and it blew up!"

"What all did you put into the potion?"

Neville thought for a moment. "Well, Harry put in the slit bat hearts, the bat wings, the water, the gold dust, the cow blood, and the threstle hair…"

"It should not have exploded, then. What did you do to the potion, Longbottom?" Slughorn knew that Neville wasn't… the brightest of his students. There had to be a problem here. Even Harry wasn't this bad.

"Nothing! I mean… I added some powdered bezoar… But that shouldn't have mattered too much, should it have?"

"No!" The color drained out of Slughorns' face as he realized what kind of potion had been made.

"Well… this is very bad… " He pointed to Blaise Zabini, the first student he saw. "Go contact the nurse. The potion… If the smallest bit got into Harry's mouth, it might already be too late to reverse the potion…"

"What is it going to do, professor?" Screeched Hermione. Ron was biting his lip, hoping that his best friend wasn't going to die. Slughorn narrowed his eyes, and stared at Harry, trying to see if he was… changing.

"Hopefully nothing. Maybe the nurse can get here in time."

"And if not?"

"Well, Miss Granger, I assume that you know what kind of potion was made? It was a sexum inclinatio potion."

Hermione froze.

"No."

"I'm afraid so."

"Is… Harry… going to… suffer the effects?"

"That remains to be seen, Miss Granger."

Hermione froze, even as the rest of the class tried to get her to tell what the potion was. She wouldn't tell. She just sat, waiting, hoping that Harry didn't get any of the potion in him. That would be too messed up. It would mess up her life, which was just starting to go back to normal after the war.

It would ruin everything…

If Harry got turned into a girl, well… that would be terrible.

The next day, in the hospital wing, Harry woke up feeling rather… odd. There was a group of people surrounding his bed. Two of them seemed really tired, as if they hadn't slept the night before.

"Why are you staring at me? What happened?"

Harry felt his throat. His voice felt off. It sounded… almost feminine. But that was impossible. Wasn't it?

"What… happened to me?"

He asked. Still, nobody answered. Ron seemed as if he was struggling with the answer. "Spit it out! I killed Voldemort, I died and came back, and I can take whatever happened here!"

"Um… Harry. I don't know how to tell you this… But yesterday, you got covered in a potion… That has an… unusual side effect." Hermione bit her lip.

"Well, what?"

"It… turned you into a girl. It was a gender bending potion."

"Oh. Squicky. But we can make another one, and change it back, right?"

"Actually, it only works once."

"There's no way to turn me back?"

"I'm afraid not, Harry."

"Are you sure?" His (or was it Her now?) voice was filled with panic.

"Yes. There's nothing that we can do about it now."

Harry gasped, and stood up, parting the crowd of people around his bed. (Her bed.) He ran to the closest mirror, and saw his refletion.

But it was different now. It was wrong. He was a girl.

A short girl with black hair that was as short as it was previously, and vision just as bad. Pretty much flat chested, and really skinny. But nevertheless, a girl.

And she let out a shriek and passed out from the shock.

When he woke up, Professor McGonagall stood by the edge of his bed.

"Harry…"

"Yes, Professor?" Harry asked, hoping that it was all a dream. But then he looked down at the… changes, and knew that it had all really happened. The entire crowd that had surrounded him was gone. He was alone with the woman.

"Well, I know what happened with the potion, and I would like to say that I am very sorry."

"Okay. I'm not sure that changes anything, but thank you, anyhow."

"Well, you seem fine, other than that… little change… and well, you can go back to classes, starting tomorrow. We have transported your things into the girl's dorm.

"What? Why?"

"Well, you are in the body of a girl, and we didn't think that it was appropriate for a girl to be in the same dorm as a bunch of hormonal boys."

"Oh. Well."

"Yes. So, until this gets sorted out, you will be rooming with the girls."

Harry nodded stiffly. He hated being a girl. But nevertheless, he walked to the Gryffindor common room, and looked at them, hoping that it was too late for anyone to be up. No. Such. Luck.

It seemed that every single Gryffindor was still awake and waiting just for him-no, her, to get back.

There were a few wolf whistles. Harry glared at them. Then he realized that one of them was Ron, and said some words that shouldn't be recorded.

"Shut up."

"Aw, Harriet, you can take a joke!"

Shouted Seamus.

"Harriet!?"

Harry screamed.

"Well, mate, you're a girl, now, so… we decided to call you Harriet."

"What? No! Why? Please, just call me Harry."

"Alright… Harriet."

That was Dean. Harry made an obscene gesture, and got some laughs. He growled at them. (s)He was so not in the mood for this.

Ginny and Hermione and the other girls pulled Harry into the girl's dormitory. Harry braced himself for the fall that he had gotten last time he tried to go in, but surprisingly, none came. It accepted him as a girl.

"Nooooo…."

Harry moaned. The girls pointed to where her new bed was. Harry (Harriet) sat down, groaning.

"Why? Why me?" She muttered to herself, right before falling asleep.

Well, that is the first chapter! I hoped you liked it, and if you did, feel free to tell me why! Oh, and if not, make sure you tell me that, too, so I can make some changes for the next update. Also, I know I've established Romione, but is there any other pairings that you want to see? Tell me! Please! I'll try to put it in, some how!