The silence was deafening. Harry stared into confused, shocked amber eyes and unconsciously brought up his arms to cover his small chest. He could hear sputtering from beside his self appointed Godfather, and mentally snickered for finally rendering Snape of all people speechless. Harry also, of course, noted that Remus' nose was scrunched up distastefully, and blushed when he realized he probably smelled rancid.

"Harry..." Remus asked gently, hesitantly. Harry hid his reddening face in his newly feminine hands, nodding.

"Yeah..." He croaked, his soft, trembling response coming out as a squeek. Harry absently realized he was shaking. After a moment of nothing but silence, and a small part of Harry's mind screaming that they didn't want him now, two strong arms wrapped around his upper body. "Come here, Pup..." Remus whispered. Just like that, it was as if someone had turned on a faucet. Harry threw his arms around the werewolf and started to sob. HE cried and cried and kept on, hands digging into the older man's tweed coat.

"Remus... Oh God, what do I do? How the hell am I suppose to deal with this? School is in less than three weeks and I have no idea how the hell I'm suppose to be a guy again!" Harry faultered, hands tightening. He looked up at Remus with large, teary eyes, fogged up by glasses, and the man felt his chest ache. "What'll I do? What am I supposed to say to the Weasleys? To Hermione?" "Shh, Pup. Hush now... We'll think of something. Right now, I think you need to go wash yourself up. We're taking you to the Burrow, and I don't think Molly'd tolerate..." He let the sentance drop, taking in Harry's red nose and puffy eyes, looking up at him in discomfort.
"Alright..." He whispered, wiping his eyes. "I'll... go take a shower."

Remus stood, and helped Harry up, brushing his hair out of his eyes. Harry sniffed and turned to go into the bathroom, removing his shirt out of habit as he did so. Remus and Snape's cheeks went red, and Snape coughed, turning to the other gentlemen in the room.

"Should I go ahead of you and tell the Weasleys?" He inquired, voice betraying nothing.

Remus shook his head. "No... Let Harry tell them when he wants. I'm not sure he's come to terms with it yet. It would explain his reluctance to shower, and his episode..."

Snape nodded. "Very well. I shall inform them that he shall arrive soon... In the meanwhile we shall continue addressing Potter as a boy. I'll let you deal with the brat from here on." And before Remus could even blink, Snape was gone.

Harry washed his hair slowly, staring straight ahead at the wall of the shower. Naked, like he was, it felt somehow wrong. The body he'd grown used to was gone, and in it's place was pure strangeness. It felt unbalanced, and dirty. Everytime his hands moved to wash his torso, he felt wrong, perverted. Each time his hands dipped, it was as if he were vilating himself. He washed his legs, somehow hairless. He washed his arms, somehow thinner. He washed his stomache, slightly curvier. He washed his chest... so different.

He stepped out of the shower, eyes landing on the mirror immediately. He let his hand trail down his delicate neck, along his collarbone, down toward the new places on his chest. The small breasts that had formed 15 days ago filled his hands and he choked, dropping his head and frantically wiping away the forming blur.

"Shit..." He whispered hoarsly, catching sight of the most prominant change. Bent over as he was, it wasn't exactly difficult to see. He took a moment, eyes closed as he tried to steady his breathing, and straightened back up.

His full figure glared back at him from the mirror, and no longer could he cling to the small drop of denial. Even before, when it had been clear... seeing himself... herself exposed as much as she was now.

Once again, Harry slid to the floor, and started to cry.

Remus looked up as Harry entered, dressed in a loose grey shirt and long faded bluejeans. She remained barefoot, toes curled inward, shuffling about. Her eyes were downcast and red, but the werewolf thought it best not to comment on it. "Are you ready, Pup?"

Harry nodded, wiping her eyes and pushing up her glasses. "Where's Snape?"

"He's apparated back to tell them you'll be there soon... Are you alright?"

Harry shook her head, unconsciously holding herself. "It doesn't matter, Remus. Let's just go. Can... can we make a stop at a drug store real fast?" She whispered in that innately softer but somehow... still boyish voice.

"Harry!" Hermione squeeked, running up to hug her best friend. Harry flinched, turning at an angle so Hermione wouldn't feel her chest, and smiled, clutching the bag in his hands tighter.

"Hey Hermione... Give me a moment, and I'll be right back down, alright?" Harry said softly, averting her eyes as Hermione's widened.

"Sure Harry..."

Harry smiled gratefully and walked past her and Ron, who had just entered the room. She padded up the stairs and spun around to the first bathroom, running in and locking the door.

"Finally..." She breathed, pulling off her shirt and tossing it to the floor. She shivered as cold air met her bare skin, and pulled the bandages from the bag. Staring into the mirror, she grimaced. "How do I...?"

Of course, she realized that she would have to tell Hermione sooner of later. He knew nothing about being a woman, and wasn't likely to figure it out by herself. What better time to tell her, of course, than now, to help her bandage her chest.

Peeking outside as she held her shirt up to her chest, she took a deep breath.

"Hey, Hermione! Come here for a moment!"

A few seconds of silence, then Harry heard light footfalls coming up the stairs. She blushed and held the shirt tighter as a bushy head came into view.

"Harry?"

"Shh!" she whispered, waving her over frantically. After pulling her into the bathroom, Harry shut the door quickly and turned around to find Hermione examining the bandages on the counter. "I need your help with something. It's... going to be really weird. Please, keep this to yourself."

"What is it Harry? You know it's extremely innappropriate for me to be in here with you..." She blushed.

Harry bit his lip, looking down at the chest hidden underneath his old grey shirt. Hermione followed his sight and rose an eyebrow. "Harry...?"

Taking a deep breath, she tightened her grip on the shirt. "Promise you won't freak..." And she pulled the shirt down. Once again the feeling of cold air hit Harry like a knife, and she winced. Her eyes remained of the floor, fearful of what her friend might say about his new developement.

"...Harry... When did...?"

"A little over two weeks ago..." She mumbled, brushing her hair from her face. "I need your help wrapping them up."

Hermione's mought made a small 'o' shape, and she raised her hands awkwardly, obviously unable to decide what to do with them. "Oh, Harry... It's bad for women to wrap up their breasts. It could cause damage-

"I'm not a woman." Harry said sharply, her brow furrowing. "I'm just stuck with boobs for a while. Pelase Hermione. Please help me. Just this once, show me how, or whatever."

After a few moments, Hermione nodded, picking up a roll of bandages off of the counter top. Harry blushed and raised her arms when instructed, watching from the mirror as the form of her slowly became a more familiar him. A small smile appeared on his face as he put his shirt back on, and 'Harry' was staring back at him from the glass.

Those last two weeks at the burrow were almost hell for Harry. She could tell everyone knew something was wrong, they just didn't know what exactly. Dinner for Harry was kind of tense, each second spent thinking that they knew. She asked Molly is she could share a bedroom with Hermione this time, and after assuring her that they were just friends, she conceded. After that, Ron had taken to sulking about and ignoring Harry -poorly, might I add. He'd stare at Harrry a few minutes and have this apologetic look on his face, wondering what he'd done. After a moment, he'd return to pretending Harry didn't exsist. Harry of course thought it was because he knew, and spent her own time fluttering every which way, unable to decide how exactly to proceed.

"Should I tell him?" She mumbled into her pillow 3 days before they left for school. She was in nothing but her wraps and shorts, feeling for the first time in days she could just... sit around, and not have to hide anything. The Weasleys had gone to Diagon Alley, Harry and Hermione opting to stay put. Hermione was sitting accross the room from her, reading a book.

"Do you want to?"

"I think he already knows, Hermione..."

With a sigh, the bushy haired girl shut her book and scooted foward, waiting until she had Harry's full attention. "Harry. Ronald is one of the densest, most oblivious boys that I know. There is no way he's figured out anything's different. Expecially with your anatomy."

"Don't put it past him, 'Mione! Ron's alot smarter than anyone gives him credit for."

"Hell yeah!"

Harry and Hermione both turned toward the door, where a blushing, mid-celebration stanced red head was shuffling about. Harry squeeked and moved to cover herself, falling over the side of the bed and onto the floor. Hermione coughed and moved to help her up.

"S-sorry, guys. I just... What's been up with you Harry? I heard you say something about keeping something from me. Can't you trust me?"

Harry staggered into a standing position ungracefully, Digging out a shirt and pulling it one, but nowhere near before Ron caught sight of the bandages. "Ron... I thought you were in Diagon Alley?"

"Came back early, mate... Are you hurt? Why's your chest all wrapped up?" Ron hurried forward, grabbing the edge of Harry's shirt.

"Ron!"

Harry blushed, holding her shirt down. "Ron! I-I'm not hurt! I promise!"

Ron huffed in frustration. "Then what is wrong, Harry? Why are you avoiding everyone?"

"I'm not avoiding anyone..." Harry murmured.

Ron sighed, looking desperately at his best friend. Harry was clutching the hem of his shirt, his toes curled inward nervously. His legs seemed slimmer than usual. 'Has he been shaving them?' Ron's eyes widened as he came upon wider hips, and a narrower frame... But it was when Harry looked up with wide, green eyes... that he finally realized.

"...Harry?"