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The Change
'I still wished I had thought before acting', Harry thought laying in the hospital bed, staring out the windows to the black canopy outside.
He had been getting real close with Ginny as well, they could have been on the next stage now if it weren't for the blasted curse.
Harry James Potter, well formerly one would say if he – she changes her name, but that's for later; right now to describe the situation which brought the golden boy to the hospital wing again and to his current thoughts one would need to start with the room of requirements, which really needs taken care of permanently, he was the second victim now, though first for those who don't know about the original victim and really who can say how many more it had claimed. But back to the point, Harry had been wandering around the room stuffed with stuff from head to toe or whatever it is called, and no he hadn't gone there purposefully, but trying to hide from his friends, who had been arguing again in the common room, really he wished they would get over it and get together already. Ginny had been busy with her friends and seeing nothing else to do Harry very smartly, at the time he thought he was being smart, had decided to explore the mysterious room of hidden things, a variant of their old pal ROR, which had been in his way. But it had all gone down the hill when he had touched that thrice cursed dagger and had felt pain beyond measure.
According to what he had been able to grasp after he had come back from the land of dramas… dreams that is… feeling like his whole body had been burned, was that Luna, bless her gentle soul, had found his dead ass and brought him to hospital wing.
Then had come the interesting or funny or amusing or dreadful part, well according to who you asked.
Madam Pomfrey had found it very interesting indeed. While he could clearly see the amusement on Dumbledore's face from a mile off. But all he felt was dread. Dread at learning his body, his body has been transformed into a girl's.
The freaking Dagger had been cursed by a particularly vindictive woman against men, to make them suffer the thing they so despised. Harry didn't understand what kind of men despised women, he had a very healthy respect of all the women in his life, seeing as he knew his mother gave his life for him, of course his father did as well but we are talking about women now. And while he didn't like Aunt Petunia, he still respected her with all her despising and deprecating ways.
And the women he had met since his start of journey in the magical world, how could anyone ever think of crossing them.
And now he was one himself.
He had passed out again after hearing his fate. He wouldn't ever change back to his old body. He would forever be a woman.
And so now he lay contemplating his life and fate and string of worst luck he had ever seen anyone have. He glanced around to see if anyone was around at the last thought guiltily.
Like he said he had a great respect for women, but that didn't mean he wanted to be one. He was a boy dammit. Well he was before anyway.
Magicals were weird he thought, they could do impossible things with their magic, but couldn't help but throw their hands up when confronted with curses. Like the one on DADA, like the one on him.
He probably should start thinking of himself as her. Its going to a headache and a nightmare, he thought, she thought, dreading the morning as she fell to an uneasy sleep.
