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Written for auction prompt - Princess and the Frog!AU

Word Count - 601

A Bad Day

Harry was having a not good day. Actually, that was an understatement. He was having a terrible day. Not only had he been caught unawares by Voldemort, but nobody knew where he was.

Oh, and Voldemort had turned him into a frog. And he had no idea how to fix that.

Walking… Hopping through the forest, he could only hope that he ran across someone, although how he could explain what was going on when he couldn't speak was anyone's guess.

Was this curse like the ones in the Muggle stories? Harry wouldn't put it past Voldemort, and really, how was he going to get a girl to kiss him when he looked like this. Hell, he'd be lucky if one didn't splat him.

Could he Apparate as a frog. If he could roll his eyes at himself, he would. Since he clearly wasn't holding a wand, he thought the answer was probably not. He didn't even know where his wand was. He'd had it on him when he'd been cursed, but hadn't seen it on the ground after Voldemort left him there, his cackle still echoing in the wind.

Psycho.

If he could just get to Hogwarts -

Harry blinked and he was sitting in front of the castle.

Oh. That's handy.

Hopping up the steps, he slowly made his way up to the Headmaster's office, hiding in the shadows as much as he could and praying to Merlin that Mrs Norris didn't come across him.

Thankfully, the path was clear and the Gargoyle was open. Harry hopped up the steps again, only to find himself faced with a closed door and a handle that was higher than he could hop.

Closing his eyes, he hopped and leant forward, knocking his head against the door. Ouch. He repeated the action another three times (ouch, ouch, ouch) until the fifth time, the door swung open and Harry fell forward onto the floor at the feet of Albus Dumbledore.

Oh thank Merlin.

Hopping up and down in front of the old man to get his attention, Harry waved one of his little arms.

Dumbledore stared at him for a moment, before he bent, picking Harry up gently and carrying him to his desk, setting him down on the wood. He raised his wand and cast a few spells Harry didn't recognise.

"Harry?"

Harry wanted to cheer. He hopped, nodding his head.

"What happened?"

Harry stilled. Really? Really? I'd love to tell you but there's a bit of a language barrier, old boy!

All that left Harry's mouth was a croak.

"Oh. Yes, of course, you won't be able to tell me."

Dumbledore cast a few more spells and then smiled a wide smile. "I do believe I know how to fetch you back to human form, Harry. Just allow me to call for the lovely Miss Weasley."

AHA! Harry had been right! A kiss. Poor Ginny.

Harry waited as patiently as he could for the Headmaster to explain the situation, and had he been human he'd have laughed at the expression on Ginny's face.

He'd owe her huge after this.

Ginny pressed her lips softly to Harry, cringing. There was a pop.

Harry thought it had worked. Only… he was still a frog.

And there was a Ginny frog beside him on the desk.

Bugger!

The headmaster blinked down at them. "Ah. Well. Perhaps… time for a different plan. In the meantime…"

Harry and Ginny sat together in a large tank in the headmaster's office. Harry had tried communicating with the girl, but she'd firmly turned away.

Yeah… he owed her big.