Where we left the young Harry Potter, he had just screamed...yes...screamed...
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Chapter 4: What now?
He had....something that he should not have. Harry sat on his bed poking at these new...breasts. He lifted his shirt to see them then thought of how he must look to any outsider coming in. He gave one more reassuring pat and went back to his trying to stand.
Finally, after at least two hours of re-learning how to walk and stand, Harry could stumble around the room quite well. He figured it was about time to find some help. He sat back on the bed and thought.
"I could ask Ron...no...he'd just laugh, or he wouldn't believe me. Neville? No, he'd be half scared." He thought, trying to find a legimate answer to his delemma. Suddenly, the thought entered his head. "I'm a girl now, so I should ask a girl! Hermione!" He congragulated himself and marched out of the room.
Hermione was in History of Magic, quickly taking notes on a peice of parchment. Every few seconds, she turned to see the empty seat beside Ron. There was just something not right about Harry dying. He wasn't supposed to die, she knew that.
She truged back to the common room and up to her room. Without looking up from the ground, she put her books on the small table beside her bed and sat down. There was another person in the room. She spun around to see a girl with raven black hair staring at her. They stood in silence for a few seconds staring at each other.
"Hermione?" The girl almost whispered. She brushed her bangs out of her eyes, emerald green eyes. Hermione recognised the lightning bolt shape on the girl's forehead.
"Harry?" Hermione squinted to see if it really was him. The girl nodded slightly. Her eyes looked sad. "Harry, what happened? We thought you were dead! You were...weren't you?"
"Yeah, I was. But I wasn't supposed to die. So, I was sent back. But, I can't get my normal body back until I complete a task for Death. And...well...I don't really want to...but..." Harry's voice died off.
"But you want your real body back." Harry nodded. "There's nothing I can do, except teach you how to be a girl." Harry looked at her blankly. "First of all, let's get you changed. You're about the same size as me, so, you can wear some of my clothing."
Over the next few hours, Hermione fitted Harry up with her clothing. Finally finished, Hermione had a look over.
"I think that should do. Harry, how on earth are you smaller then me? That really is not fair at all." Harry laughed. His voice hadn't changed much, just a little higher. They both burst into laughter, just as Ron came though the door.
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Hee hee! Harry in girl's clothes! ^.^ Fun fun!
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Chapter 4: What now?
He had....something that he should not have. Harry sat on his bed poking at these new...breasts. He lifted his shirt to see them then thought of how he must look to any outsider coming in. He gave one more reassuring pat and went back to his trying to stand.
Finally, after at least two hours of re-learning how to walk and stand, Harry could stumble around the room quite well. He figured it was about time to find some help. He sat back on the bed and thought.
"I could ask Ron...no...he'd just laugh, or he wouldn't believe me. Neville? No, he'd be half scared." He thought, trying to find a legimate answer to his delemma. Suddenly, the thought entered his head. "I'm a girl now, so I should ask a girl! Hermione!" He congragulated himself and marched out of the room.
Hermione was in History of Magic, quickly taking notes on a peice of parchment. Every few seconds, she turned to see the empty seat beside Ron. There was just something not right about Harry dying. He wasn't supposed to die, she knew that.
She truged back to the common room and up to her room. Without looking up from the ground, she put her books on the small table beside her bed and sat down. There was another person in the room. She spun around to see a girl with raven black hair staring at her. They stood in silence for a few seconds staring at each other.
"Hermione?" The girl almost whispered. She brushed her bangs out of her eyes, emerald green eyes. Hermione recognised the lightning bolt shape on the girl's forehead.
"Harry?" Hermione squinted to see if it really was him. The girl nodded slightly. Her eyes looked sad. "Harry, what happened? We thought you were dead! You were...weren't you?"
"Yeah, I was. But I wasn't supposed to die. So, I was sent back. But, I can't get my normal body back until I complete a task for Death. And...well...I don't really want to...but..." Harry's voice died off.
"But you want your real body back." Harry nodded. "There's nothing I can do, except teach you how to be a girl." Harry looked at her blankly. "First of all, let's get you changed. You're about the same size as me, so, you can wear some of my clothing."
Over the next few hours, Hermione fitted Harry up with her clothing. Finally finished, Hermione had a look over.
"I think that should do. Harry, how on earth are you smaller then me? That really is not fair at all." Harry laughed. His voice hadn't changed much, just a little higher. They both burst into laughter, just as Ron came though the door.
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Hee hee! Harry in girl's clothes! ^.^ Fun fun!