A/N: yeah, whatever. I don't own. WEE! Five reviewers! Ah, I could die!
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They moved quickly, through mostly deserted passageways. Those children that did bear witness to them simply dismissed the sight of the headmaster dragging a girl along by her shoulder nonchalantly.
They stopped at the hospital wing and Our Hero sat on an empty bed (head down, face in hands since "her" hair was rather... short) and waited while the two old people talked quietly in a secluded corner.
Eventually, after Pomfrey had screamed her heart out then did a very nice imitation of McGonagall thus attracting the attention of every student present in the hospital wing, she hustled and bustled over to Sirius.
There she made him stand up (after drawing the curtain around the three of them) and take off his robes, where she poked him and examined him in places a girl would smack anybody for. But Sirius, not considering this /his/ body, really was more interested in staring at the ceiling.
Originally he would have been deathly interested in his feet, but should he look down he was afraid his eyes would come in contact with a few things he did NOT want to see, on him or off.
Well, maybe off him. On a very cute girl.
But circumstances had changed at the moment.
"Can you change me back now?" he asked in his girl voice (ugh, it was SO annoying, YARGH!) once his robes were back on.
"Afraid I can't," she said, sighing sadly. "Oh, this is illegal. It takes a very powerful spell, by a very skilled wizard. Perhaps our potions master has something that could help. But I doubt it. Headmaster, what was it you said before?"
"Only the wizard who changed him in the first place can change him back," Dumbledore sighed wearily. "Come, Sirius, if you'd like to come check with the potions master with me?"
Sirius got to his feet.
"Erm, I /am/ going to be changed back before anybody recognizes me, right? I mean, chicks aren't supposed to score chicks. And I'm not about to go Happy-Boy."
Dumbledore's reply was cut off by Madame Pomfrey's interjection.
"Other will recognize you, I'm afraid. I wouldn't wish this on anybody, even you, Mr. Black. Perhaps you'd like to change your outer appearance...?"
"Like, how?" Sirius raised a couple of eyebrows. "Can't you in the least make my voice less annoying? I'm beginning to have a very strange urge to strangle myself, just so that I won't have to listen to it."
"Afraid not. Were you born a girl, I'd tell you that you have a very beautiful voice, but that would be inappropriate at this time, hmm?"
"Come, come," Dumbledore said, leaving the safety privacy of the curtain. Sirius hurried after him.
The old lady that was the potions master made one quick look-over of Sirius, then shook her head.
"Sorry. Can't do anything, there isn't a potion that'll switch genders."
They walked back out into the halls, feeling rather defeated.
"So, yeah... I am going to be changed back before anybody recognizes me, right?"
"I don't think you will be."
Sirius' face fell. "But, but I can't, not in public, with a voice like this..."
"There, there, Mr. Black. You'll be perfectly fine. If your friends are true friends, then they'll most likely be the ones that find the culprit and force him to change you back before I or any other teacher does."
"Bu, but,"
"There, calm down, now. You will be attending classes tomorrow, if you please. The embarrassment factor won't be bad, I think. I'll be doing everything in my power to find and punish he who did this to you."
"Bu, but, but professor, I can't, I, but..."
"Calm down, now. Ah, here we are." They stopped in front of the portrait hole, and Dumbledore gave the password. He offered an apologetic smile to the teenager still sputtering beside him before striding off. "Good luck," he murmured after nudging Sirius in.
the portrait hole swung shut behind him, and Sirius covered his face in his hands as heads in the common room turned to see who had entered on this lovely Sunday evening. The noise level didn't really change, and once he was certain nobody was watching anymore, he dropped his arms and made a mad dash for the boys' dormitory stairs, successfully making it there without anyone seeing his face up close.
He ran at top speed up the staircase until he came to his dormitory, which he hurtled inside of and turned around quickly, closing the door and locking it. He sighed in relief, resting his forehead against the now secure door and closing his eyes.
Since it would be dinner soon, he didn't think anybody would be in there. But, oh, how Wrong our hero was.
That is, he jumped about three feet and made a funny noise that sounded like a strangled shout crossed with a scream when a quiet voice said (quietly), "Sirius?"
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They moved quickly, through mostly deserted passageways. Those children that did bear witness to them simply dismissed the sight of the headmaster dragging a girl along by her shoulder nonchalantly.
They stopped at the hospital wing and Our Hero sat on an empty bed (head down, face in hands since "her" hair was rather... short) and waited while the two old people talked quietly in a secluded corner.
Eventually, after Pomfrey had screamed her heart out then did a very nice imitation of McGonagall thus attracting the attention of every student present in the hospital wing, she hustled and bustled over to Sirius.
There she made him stand up (after drawing the curtain around the three of them) and take off his robes, where she poked him and examined him in places a girl would smack anybody for. But Sirius, not considering this /his/ body, really was more interested in staring at the ceiling.
Originally he would have been deathly interested in his feet, but should he look down he was afraid his eyes would come in contact with a few things he did NOT want to see, on him or off.
Well, maybe off him. On a very cute girl.
But circumstances had changed at the moment.
"Can you change me back now?" he asked in his girl voice (ugh, it was SO annoying, YARGH!) once his robes were back on.
"Afraid I can't," she said, sighing sadly. "Oh, this is illegal. It takes a very powerful spell, by a very skilled wizard. Perhaps our potions master has something that could help. But I doubt it. Headmaster, what was it you said before?"
"Only the wizard who changed him in the first place can change him back," Dumbledore sighed wearily. "Come, Sirius, if you'd like to come check with the potions master with me?"
Sirius got to his feet.
"Erm, I /am/ going to be changed back before anybody recognizes me, right? I mean, chicks aren't supposed to score chicks. And I'm not about to go Happy-Boy."
Dumbledore's reply was cut off by Madame Pomfrey's interjection.
"Other will recognize you, I'm afraid. I wouldn't wish this on anybody, even you, Mr. Black. Perhaps you'd like to change your outer appearance...?"
"Like, how?" Sirius raised a couple of eyebrows. "Can't you in the least make my voice less annoying? I'm beginning to have a very strange urge to strangle myself, just so that I won't have to listen to it."
"Afraid not. Were you born a girl, I'd tell you that you have a very beautiful voice, but that would be inappropriate at this time, hmm?"
"Come, come," Dumbledore said, leaving the safety privacy of the curtain. Sirius hurried after him.
The old lady that was the potions master made one quick look-over of Sirius, then shook her head.
"Sorry. Can't do anything, there isn't a potion that'll switch genders."
They walked back out into the halls, feeling rather defeated.
"So, yeah... I am going to be changed back before anybody recognizes me, right?"
"I don't think you will be."
Sirius' face fell. "But, but I can't, not in public, with a voice like this..."
"There, there, Mr. Black. You'll be perfectly fine. If your friends are true friends, then they'll most likely be the ones that find the culprit and force him to change you back before I or any other teacher does."
"Bu, but,"
"There, calm down, now. You will be attending classes tomorrow, if you please. The embarrassment factor won't be bad, I think. I'll be doing everything in my power to find and punish he who did this to you."
"Bu, but, but professor, I can't, I, but..."
"Calm down, now. Ah, here we are." They stopped in front of the portrait hole, and Dumbledore gave the password. He offered an apologetic smile to the teenager still sputtering beside him before striding off. "Good luck," he murmured after nudging Sirius in.
the portrait hole swung shut behind him, and Sirius covered his face in his hands as heads in the common room turned to see who had entered on this lovely Sunday evening. The noise level didn't really change, and once he was certain nobody was watching anymore, he dropped his arms and made a mad dash for the boys' dormitory stairs, successfully making it there without anyone seeing his face up close.
He ran at top speed up the staircase until he came to his dormitory, which he hurtled inside of and turned around quickly, closing the door and locking it. He sighed in relief, resting his forehead against the now secure door and closing his eyes.
Since it would be dinner soon, he didn't think anybody would be in there. But, oh, how Wrong our hero was.
That is, he jumped about three feet and made a funny noise that sounded like a strangled shout crossed with a scream when a quiet voice said (quietly), "Sirius?"