Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter nor Percy Jackson. Good thing, too. I never would have been able to do their stories justice even if I had been the one to come up with them.

Timeline: Okay, bear with me. I know that the Harry Potter series goes from 1981-1997, according to the dates on Lily and James' gravestones and Riddle's diary. However, it doesn't really matter, does it? The most significant signs in most series about the time period would be the technology available, or the fashion at that point, neither of which are really prevalent in the series.

Given that, I'm moving the series up a decade later. So, Harry was born in 1995, and at about this time after the final battle it'll be about 2012. She's currently 17, and then she de-ages herself a few years (not as many years as in the original version of this story). Once she's back to that age again, when she meets Reyna, Nico, and them, the war with Gaia and the giants will have just ended, maybe a few months later.


Harry kept his eyes on the parchment with bated breath as he waited for it to reveal his fate. He knew that he was being slightly dramatic, but at this point, who would blame him? His thoughts went out the window as the parchment suddenly glowed brightly, and Poppy immediately picked it up.

Poppy read the information under the anxious eyes of her favorite patient, and grew confused at what potion was showing to be in his system. Suddenly, she realized how this had probably happened, and cursed under her breath, before looking up at Potter.

"It might be best to sit down for this." She told the young woman, as she now had to settle on the feminine words as opposed to masculine. Harry, who had a habit of pacing when nervous, settled down in the chair in front of her desk.

"The potion that was in your system was meant to impregnate the next person who makes physical contact with you." She waited.

"Wait, what?" Harry's eyes widened in horror.

"If the potion had worked as it was meant to, the next person who touched you would have your child, regardless of whether or not the two of you had had sexual intercourse." You could tell that Poppy was struggling to sound calm about this, but it was such a horrible violation.

"How did that cause…this?" Harry asked, gesturing down to her body. She still needed to process this. Who had the potion been from?

"You had an allergic reaction to one of the ingredients, it seems." Poppy explained.

"And?" Harry urged.

"And…I'm afraid the transformation is permanent." She answered with a grimace. "I am sorry, but there is honestly nothing that I can do to change you back. You're welcome to get a second opinion from St. Mungo's, of course." Harry just shook her head, trusting Poppy's opinion.

"I'm not going to get pregnant next time I touch someone, am I?" Harry asked bitterly, not that Poppy could blame her.

"No." she answered with a shake of her head. "That part of the potion was negated by your allergy."

"Small miracles." Harry muttered, before looking up. "Can we find out who gave it to me?"

Poppy tapped her chin. "I'm not entirely sure how we could. The potion itself is untraceable, and there won't be a child to test for your blood. Even then, it wouldn't be guaranteed that the one who carried your child would be the one who gave you the potion, seeing as physical contact isn't very reliable in this case."

Harry was about to ask another question, before she froze. She didn't want to consider it, but hadn't Ginny Weasley had a crush on for years? She'd asked him out numerous times since he had defeated Voldemort, and seemed to be unwilling to take no for an answer.

"If I suspect who did this," Harry phrased carefully. "Would my having a life debt owed to me by this person help make sure?" Poppy's eyes widened at the implications. Quite a few people were bound to Harry via life debt, so that could help narrow down the suspect. If nothing else, they would be sure that those with the debt couldn't possibly be the culprit.

"Yes, actually." Poppy said. "Give it a try." Harry took a deep breath.

"I, Harry James Potter, call upon the life debts owed to me by the Weasley family. If any of them have given me a potion without my knowledge, I request them to be brought to the Hogwarts Infirmary to 'discuss' the consequence of their actions."

A moment later, a bright flash blinded Poppy and Harry, as three people fell to the floor through the ceiling. Once her eyesight was back to normal, Harry looked at the newcomers and frowned, biting back the angry tears and bitter resentment. She had been prepared for Ginny, but…

"Poppy! What are we doing here?!" Molly Weasley screeched angrily, glancing at Harry and wondering who the strange woman was. She looked a bit like Harry, but no, that was impossible."

"Mr. Potter came in earlier in a strange condition." Harry suddenly spoke up, glancing at Poppy, silently asking her to handle this. She needed to see this. Poppy nodded in agreement, and Harry turned back to the Weasley matriarch.

"We were wondering if you had any idea what had happened. The boy stays with your family during the summers, if what I've heard is true, so the two of us figured you might have noticed something."

"Excuse me, but who is this?" Molly asked Poppy, blatantly ignoring Harry's question, which didn't go unnoticed by the two of them.

"My name is Guinevere D'Artagnan." Harry introduced, pulling the names from the Arthurian Legends and the Three Musketeers. "I am Mr. Potter's legal advisor."

"Legal advisor?" Ginny suddenly spoke up. Until now, she and Ron had been content to let their mom handle this, but now she was curious and slightly nervous.

"Yes, indeed." Harry agreed, inwardly glad for the Slytherin side of her personality. "When people began to stalk him wherever he went, Mr. Potter hired me to take care of any issues that arose, whether him needing to fight them off, or women falsely claiming to be pregnant with his children." Harry snickered darkly in her head, wondering if they would get the hint.

Nope.

"What does that have to do with us?" Ron finally spoke, voice filled with envy. Apparently he was still jealous of Harry's fame.

"As I said earlier, it is well known that Mr. Potter spends quite a bit of time staying with your family, and we are curious whether or not your family noticed anything." Harry answered, showing a bit of irritation at having to repeat herself. Ron flushed an ugly red in embarrassment and anger.

"Nothing is wrong with the boy." Molly said firmly, glancing nervously at her daughter.

"We will see about that." Poppy said darkly, before glaring at the family. "You see, something is wrong with Potter. He suspected that you might have an idea of what, considering you know him so well, and called upon the life debts your family owes him so that we can get the information that we need."

"He left it to us, of course." 'Guinevere' explained. "He didn't like the idea of you being interrogated like this, but we assured him that it was quite necessary. Chances are, Potter is sleeping off the symptoms from whatever is in his system."


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