Chapter 4

"Feelings"

----Harry's pov----

'What happened?'

Everything hurts... Something's wrong with me...

I open my eyes and look around me; I wasn't here when I passed out. My glasses are missing because I can't distinguish shapes very well, I turn and try to locate them, but they are not here... "...great..., just what I needed..."

My voice... Since when do I have such a soft voice?... I take a hand to my neck, at first, there's nothing there that points me in the right direction, but I can tell that it doesn't feel the same; I can't feel my adam's apple.

I pulled my hand away as if burned and looked at it, ...that's not my hand!..., well, it is, but isn't at the same time... It looks daintier and frail, it even feels that way...

I touch my hair, and I give a sigh of relief when I notice that it feels the same, if not a little softer and manageable. I look at my legs and notice they are smooth and curvier than before.

My breathing is faster, and for the first time since I woke up, I notice that I've been lying on a small bed. I rest my feet on the floor and stand up, but I notice right away that my sense of balance is off, I have to grip the chair beside the bed to keep myself from falling.

Once I can walk, giving unsteady steps, I realize that I'm shorter, not much, maybe one or two inches, but I can tell the difference. I walk towards a door that I hadn't noticed before and make my way inside a small bathroom, there's a mirror.

I look at myself and take in a sharp breath, it takes everything I have to keep myself from screaming; the image that greets me is not me, but I know deep in my heart that at the same time, it is. I look into the eyes of the frightened girl inside the mirror and I don't know what to do; I look without really thinking as a shaking and slender hand touches my chest and notices the two lumps that shouldn't be there, I see it touch my groin desperately, I see both my hands touch my face, I see them feel the subtle changes that make me look so different. I see the tears that are pooling my widened eyes.

'Is that really me? Am I the one who's screaming?'

.-.-.-.

I come to my senses when a man with a black cloak grabs my arms and pins them behind me, he's taking me out of the room, but I'm too shocked and tired to try to escape; ... I hope that Ron is all right...

-----end Harry's pov-----

"Ah, Mr. Potter, or should I say Miss Potter, I see that you're awake, thank you for gracing us with your presence; you see, Mr. Weasley and I were just getting to know each other..." Lord Voldemort announced when one of his death eaters entered the room pushing a tall and thin girl.

"Ron!" said girl yelled when she saw her friend kneeling close to Voldemort holding his side, as if in pain. "Are yo-.." she couldn't continue, Voldemort grabbed her chin roughly and prevented her from speaking.

"You make a fine girl Potter, a bit tall perhaps, but you'll do the work" he said with a sneer.

He pushed he hard enough to land next to Ron and with a wave of his hand, both of them ended with their wrists and ankles tied.

"I'll explain your purpose, while this little potion takes effect; Lucius!" he laughed evilly while said death eater appeared next to them and started to pour a spicy potion down their throats. They felt the potion make its way to their stomachs; it burned.

"You will be the parents of my future wife, any offspring of yours Potter, will be very powerful. I just needed someone close to you to make it work; as you must know, a magical child will only be produced if there are strong ... feelings between the couple. The Weasel is close to you, and is pure-blood, I couldn't ask for more; besides, he's survived in all of your petty adventures, there must be some strength there"

While Voldemort explained all this, the sixteen year olds were trying to overcome the effects of the potion they were given. Their bodies felt as if on fire, every movement brought strange sensations and tremors they couldn't explain. They longed for something.

They were scared, trying to imagine routes of escape at the same time. They couldn't quite believe what the snake-like man was telling them; it wasn't supposed to end this way. Their thoughts were shadowed by desire, they felt restless shifting on the floor while the man spoke.

Ron moved closer to Harry hoping to touch her and when he did, the girl let out a dreamy sigh she couldn't keep in.

"Oh!, the potion, I had forgotten, It must be uncomfortable" he laughed, "It was given in order for you to be fertile and to get... excited. Well, let's have this talk some other time, have fun." Voldemort said while he motioned the other death eaters to leave the room.

He smirked when the teenagers glared at him while they were trying to contain their impulses. With another wave of his hand, the ropes tying them disappeared and he left the room, closing it with a strong spell behind him.

"...Ron... I can't!..." Harry breathed as she felt sweat roll down her forehead.

"...Harry..." Ron didn't even have the mind to notice his friend's changes.

A hand brushed away black strands of hair and tilted up the shorter girl's face. Those green eyes were looking at him holding nothing back.

...Their hands joined and their lips met in a clumsy and innocent kiss...

...Trembling hands fumbled with buttons and caressed places touched by no one else ...

"...I love you..."

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