Chapter II

The Impossible...

"What the helldo you want, Malfoy?" I hiss. I can't help wince as he twists the point of his wand harder into my neck. I search desperately for someone, anyone, but the corridor is deserted, even the bastard's fat-assed cronies aren't here.

"What do I want, Potter? Good question." Malfoy replied in a lulling whisper, "Every day, I hear another rumour, another annecdote about poor little orphan boy, the brave man against the Dark Lord, the wonderful wizard on a broomstick, the skinny, speccy, teacher's pet to Dumbledore. I'm sick of it." He drives his wand harder into my neck; it feels like he's killing my nerves. I can't help but cry out, like a girl. "No one wants to hear about you anymore, Potter. The whole fucking wizard world is done with you, especially me."

"What are you gonna do then?" You try to challenge him, but it sounds more like you're terrified, even if you want to seem confident. You can't help but notice that your wand is so close, just in your pocket, but if you make one move, Malfoy will definitely put a stop to it.

"I'm going to make you disappear." He hisses and those words make my heart freeze. I know the guys a bit dark, but what the hell is he planning now? "I'm going to change you, Potter, so no one will recognize you, no one will know you exist. You'll feel just like that weasel friend of yours, completely insignificant. No special treatment, no pardons when you break the rules. It'll be like you finally lost your luck and the Dark Lord got you in the dead of the night."

"What-the-f-" I try and say, but Malfoy has an iron hold around my throat now. Breathing in deeply, and holding me even closer- which totally freaks me out- he whispers:

"See you, Potter, or not...Feminiscaren!

And everything is gone.

I wake...in the hospital wing, I discover, after everything comes into focus. I reach for my glasses, but notice that everything is clear. Tentatively, I touch my face, and find that I'm not already wearing them. What the hell?

Is this that bastard's idea of a disappearing act? Disappearing my bad eyesight?

I chuckle darkly to myself, and then realize that I haven't disappeared at all.

Strange.

I also realize that...something's different about my laugh. It sounds more like running water than a rumbling avalanche, almost...girly.

But I'm distracted when thank god, Ron stumbles in! Half dressed- I can see his pyjama bottoms under his school robes. He must've been so worried about me that he couldn't even get dressed quick enough. Doesn't sound like insensitive Ron, but I'm willing to accept this new side of him. I call out to him in relief.

"There you are! Listen what-?" I stop suddenly. My voice...it's gone a lot higher than I thought. It's like I've gone back a few years and I'm all falcetto again. What the hell? Just what kind of curse has Malfoy put on me?

Ron has stopped and is looking right at me, perplexed. I'm too busy clutching my throat to say anything, so he shakes his head and walks right past me and into Madam Pomfrey's office, checking the beds as he does.

"Madam Pomfrey?" I hear him call, "You haven't seen Harry around? Harry Potter?"

...Ok, now I'm confused.

"Um..." I begin, "Ron!" I can't help but sound incredulous, and high pitched.

Ron's head appears from around the door and he looks at me in surprise, as if he's never seen me in his life.

"Hi?" I try, waving a hand. Ronald blinks.

"...Hi." He replies, his ears tinted with pink, and hastily ducks back into the office, and continues: "You see...he didn't come back to the common room last night."

"Yeah, because I've been in the hospital wing!" I say indignantly, "God, I'm right here, and you don't even ask why?"

There's a pause. I can't see Ron's reaction.

"...Is there something wrong with her?" He asks Madam Pomfrey. My blood boils.

"...Her?" I spit furiously, "What the hell's your problem, mate? Malfoy's done something to my voice, that's all. No need for fucking insults, is there?"

At this, Madam Pomfrey bustles out of her office, looking formidable, "Mind your language, young lady." Young Lady? She turns to Ron, who's come out after her, "I don't think I've seen her before- a new student I suppose. She was found unconcious outside your common room. Do you recognize her from your house at all?"

"Oh so you're in on the joke too?" I practically squeak, because I'm getting pretty frustrated that a member of staff would be acting like such a jerk, "Look, where's Hermione, maybe she'll be a bit more mature about this all!"

"You know Miss Granger then?" Madam Pomfrey asks, surprised at my outburst and seeming oblivious to my rudeness.

"Well yeah." I say loudly, "All three of us have been in here quite a lot, don't you remember? You're always going on about all the mess we get ourselves into!"

Both her and Ron look confused.

"Who are you?" Ron asks.

"HARRY!" I roar, but it comes out as a furious shriek, "I'm not in the MOOD, Ron!"

"...What the hell?" Ron says, looking thoroughly freaked, "What are you on about?"

"Dear, I think you've had a nasty bump to the head." Madam Pomfrey coos, "Can you not remember your real name at all? What house you're in?"

"Griffyndor, because I'm Harry Potter." I repeat stubbornly.

"You've got some complex there." Ron says, shaking his head. God, I feel like I could burst. Instead I put my head in my hands t stop myself hitting something, and to my absolute shock, a load of hair falls down with it. Slowly I bring I head back up, and let a few tresses of raven black hair run through my fingers. Then I feel it's length. It reaches to my shoulders, and is straighter and neater than my hair was before. But not by much.

"What...?" I whisper. And then...a very strange possibility creeps into my mind. Forgetting the presence of Madam Pomfrey and Ron, my hands slowly and cautiously slide down...to my chest.

Oh.

My.

GOD.