DISCLAIMER: STILL NOT MINE!

The following chapter is dedicated to mickey, acidtrippy, and Grinedel for finding one of the Phantom of the Opera references in the previous chapter! But there was a second one, guys! Go find it!

CHAPTER 14 TRANSFORMED

Harry's eyes opened slowly. He didn't remember moving into the bed, but it felt good. He pulled back the curtains, only to find the dream world in a dusky state. He gasped. How could something so beautiful look so frightening at the same time? He shivered, and drew the blanket around his shoulders.

His head no longer throbbed as it had the previous night- or was it day? It was virtually impossible to tell time in this place. Either way, he no longer felt pain. It was...nice.

Harry decided it was time to get out of bed and stretch his legs. He pushed the blankets off of him and stretched. He felt as if he had slept for ages.

Suddenly, a door appeared. Curious, Harry walked towards it and opened it. Within was a full-length mirror. He picked up the pace a little bit. I must look like hell, he thought with a smirk.

But he was wrong. He looked completely the opposite. Harry's ears were still magically enhanced to show off his studs, and his bangs still the same length, but that was where the similarities to his real self ended. He looked taller by about a foot. He was probably as tall as Ron, if not taller. His hair was now longer all around (except for his bangs), long enough for him to tie at the base of his neck. His pale skin seemed to be glowing slightly, as if he had gotten a slight tan. And his clothing had changed too. The robes that he normally wore in his dreams were gone. Now, he wore a black T-shirt and matching pajama pants, showing off his slight muscular physique. Much to his surprise, the scars on his arms were gone. It was as if they had never been there.

The most startling change for Harry was his eyes. They were no longer the usual bright green. Now they had a slightly reddish tinge added to them. He no longer had his mother's eyes.

The bodily transformation was complete. Harry was now prepared to let his darker side give in. All he needed was the help of Voldemort to point him in the right direction.

"Draco?" Snape came to stand behind his godson in the hospital wing. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm doing what you said," replied Draco, looking at Snape. His eyes were looking darker than usual, a sort of mix of grey and black. "I'm looking after Harry."

"Since when do you call him Harry?" Snape asked, one eyebrow raised.

"Since he came into Slytherin. We have formed a truce. We are both using first names now."

"Interesting. But I'm getting worried about you. You've been missing class for the last 3 days. The other teachers are starting to get suspicious."

"Tell them I'm ill. They'll listen to you."

"Okay then. Are you sure you're all right?"

"I'm fine," Draco lied. But inside, he felt as if he was the one lying in a coma. He felt numb. Harry was the only thing really keeping him alive. So if Harry didn't pull through, then there was not much chance of Draco being all right ever again.

"Draco-" Snape started, but Draco cut him off.

"I'm fine! What part of that do you not understand?" Draco's hair was now standing on end, and he was breathing heavily. It was too late- the ruse was revealed.

"Okay, what's going on?" Snape said, pulling up a chair beside Draco's.

Draco sighed. "I don't know. I feel so…lost. Since Father's in Azkaban, I've been left with all the duties of Lord Malfoy. Mother forwards all of my mail from home, and it's gotten to be such a pain in the ass. And now that Harry's in Slytherin, I can't stop trying to be friendly with him. It's like a disease. When he's with me, I feel so…happy. But now that he's in this coma, I feel like I'm dying inside. I don't know what to do except watch over him."

"I think I know what your problem is, Draco," said Snape after his godson was finished.

"What?"

"You're in love."

Ron Weasley was worried. He hadn't seen Harry for 3 days. Even though he hated him for joining Slytherin, he still felt as if Harry was a friend- or, at least, someone to talk to.

"Hey, Zabini," he said on the way back from Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"What do you want, Weasley?" said Blaise, glancing at Ron over his shoulder.

"Where's Malfoy and Harry?"

Blaise stopped. "Why do you want to know? Malfoy doesn't give a damn about you, and I don't think Potter is too pleased with you either."

"Just answer me!"

"They're…ill." Blaise turned on his heel, and walked back to the common room, followed by the rest of the gang.

Something's not right, Ron thought. Harry's never ill. Unless…Voldemort's done something to him! He hurried back to the Gryffindor Common Room to talk to Ginny and Hermione about this new discovery.

Harry was sitting with his back against the wall of the room. His eyes were closed. His head was bent forward, as if he was sleeping. His hair was in his face.

A lock of it fell into his mouth, which was partially open.

I wish I had something to hold my hair back, he thought. And just like that, a blue ribbon appeared on his knee. Harry opened his eyes as he felt it appear.

Whoa. That's weird. Hmm…I wish I had a window. A window appeared by his head.

A pair of dragon skin boots. The boots appeared.

Omnioculars? They appeared in his lap, in working order.

My Firebolt. The broom appeared beside him.

Okay then. Something must have happened when I took the potion. I can wish for anything, and it appears. This could be useful…

Definitely one of my longer chapters. Almost 3 pages in Word! WOOHOO! (does happy dance)

PLEASE REVIEW! I want to break 100 with this story! So please, tell your friends about my story! PLEASE? (does puppy dog pout)

Oh yeah…anyone who finds the references that were in the last chapter gets dedication! And if you only found one last time, you're still eligible!

Harry: When do I get to wake up?

Moony (me): Hush.

Draco: I WANT HARRY! (cries)

Moony: (hugs Draco) It's OK, honey, it'll be better soon! Yeah…unless you people want Draco to commit suicide, I suggest you REVIEW!