A/N: Once again, thanx 4 the reviews. It's very disconcerting to know that your work may not be one of a kind, anymore. I'm referring to Margharita's comment that she was writing a simmilar story to mine. I know it might sound selfish, even stuck up, but this baby's MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE!!!!!!!!….:)….hehe, its good tat u like this story, but I hope u understand how I feel although I really cant stop u from doing what you want…this story isn't copyrighted ( although I wish it was) and everything written in fan fiction is bound to be copied one day or another. ..but, please,please,please forgive me if u have thought up the idea for ur story long b4 this one came out. Well, n e way, I hope u guys understand why I'm being such a brat and will forgive me for it…its just so hard *sob* ……….
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The next morning, Harry woke up with a terrible headache. He wondered if it was a side effect of taking the pills. He also wondered how long it would take until the transformations happened. He did take 2 pills after all, which would mean that he would grow to his maximum size in 3 weeks. Would it be too suspicious?
He got out of bed and looked at his reflection in the small mirror on one of Ron's bedroom walls. Nothing unusual, he thought. But then he spotted a pimple on his forehead. Was it just a normal thing or was it the work of the Body Gro pills? Harry smiled to himself when he thought about what would happen if he continued to wonder if every new thing that happened to him was a result of the pills. Oops, I'm sleepy- is it a side effect of the pills; Oh, no, I'm sweating. Is it the pills? He walked away from the mirror and pondered waking up his snoring friend but thought the better of it.
When he was in the shower, Harry examined every square inch of his body but to no avail "I don't know what I expect to find, really," he muttered, slightly disappointed. Suddenly, Harry doubled over in pain. He felt as if something was inside him, trying to get out. He sat on the wet tiles, gritting his teeth as he waited for the pain to subside. The pain shifted from his abdomen to his chest, from his arms to his legs, and finally to his groin, where the pain seemed to be the worst. Harry breathed a sigh of relief as the pain disappeared suddenly as if by magic. His body, which had began to relax, tensed up again when his arm began to tingle. Harry's eyes opened wide in alarm as he watched the skin on his arm begin to bubble. A few seconds later, the skin on his whole body was bubbling. It was a sickening sight and Harry closed his eyes in disgust and fear, scared for his life.
And then, as abruptly as it started, his skin stopped bubbling. Harry didn't relax yet though, he didn't move a muscle for fear the whole thing would happen again. 15 minutes passed and still nothing happened. Then, Harry heard someone banging on the door, yelling his name.
"Coming! I'm just done," he yelled back. He got to his feet and grabbed his towel, determined on getting an explanation for what had just happened.
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Hermione and Ron kept their distance from each other the whole day. Ron pretended that he was furious at her for making such an accusation but in truth he was embarrassed and flustered. He hadn't known that his staring at her was so obvious and the whole day he didn't give so much as a glance towards her. But in his heart, he was really troubled that she thought of him as a pervert. Yes, at first, his focus had been on her…chest, but later on he found that he started to stare at her. If he thought this would have comforted him more, he was wrong- he felt worse than ever. At least when he was staring at her body he could explain it using his hormones as an excuse. But staring at her, constantly thinking of her- that was a different, even more disturbing situation than ever and Ron was completely confused.
Hermione, on the other hand, was no longer furious at Ron but really upset. Although she would never admit it, her friendship with Ron was very important to her, as was Harry's, and she hated the fact that it had been jeopardised because of her- or to be more exact, her body. The only good thing was that Harry was exactly the same as before and although he was slightly awkward around her she didn't have to worry about their friendship changing at all. At least she hoped so.
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"Err…Harry…you haven't taken the pills already have you?" Fred whispered under his breath to Harry as they ate lunch at the dining table.
"Yes..why?" Harry replied, his face beginning to flush and wondering what it was Fred was getting at. He scooped more mashed potatoes onto his plate, loading on the gravy. Another thing Harry loved about The Burrow was that Mrs Weasley cooked the most delicious food. Something he rarely got to taste at the Dursley's. Aunt Petunia's chicken soup tasted like water with a dash of salt in it.
"Well…err…have you noticed that you've grown an inch taller?" he whispered, "I don't think the others have noticed – yet- but you used to be the same height as Hermione. Now you're taller," he continued.
Harry nearly choked on his potatoes. He had grown taller? After the incident in the bathroom, Harry had considered asking the twins about what had happened but he decided not to. His predicament was embarrassing enough as it was- he didn't want them to think he was a wimp and couldn't even take a bit of pain. Harry of course hadn't realized the stupidity of his thoughts. After all, he had survived the bringer of the worst pain imaginable – Voldermort.
After lunch, Harry returned to his reflection gazing. No more changes. At least on his face. Oh, well, thought Harry, at least I'm on my way.
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A/N: so….whaddya think? don't worry, there will b more changes 2 come n I'm considering making them funny…
oh, n hav u read my other story?