A/N: I don't own anything, I have no money, don't bother suing me,
you won't get diddly. Yeah. Anyways, onward ho!
"He is one sick bastard!"
"Ohhh." I groan, clutching my head, which is pounding for God-knows- what reason now.
"Oh, he- I mean. um. you're awake!" a familiar feminine voice exclaimed. As I crack my eyes open a little, slightly impaired by the sticky excretions of sleep, I saw familiar blurs of colors. Ah, of course, the hospital wing. As usual. As I groped about for my glasses, I took in the colors and blurry shapes around me. Red, that'd be Ron. Really beg brown blur, Hermione, a moving mass of gray and white, Madam Pomfrey, and a long strip of white, oh yes, Dumbledore. With glasses securely in place now, I found I was correct in my assessment. Just then, my head throbbed with a particularly painful intensity, producing yet another groan of pain, though somewhat louder and longer. Gosh, I sound horrible, and my throat burns.
"Water, please." I mumble, clutching my head in one hand and my throat with the other. Several frantic chair scrapings and moments of chaotic confusion later, a cool glass of water was thrust into my hand by an anxious Hermione, while Madam Pomfrey bustled about, tsking and muttering something to the effect of "Poor dear" and "Noisy teenagers." As I lifted the glass to my lips and gulped down the refreshing liquid greedily, something felt. amiss. though I couldn't quite place my finger on it.
"How are you feeling, dear?" Madam Pomfrey asked kindly while handing me a smoking goblet.
"My head throbs, my throat burns, and my whole body aches." I said, running a hand through my hair.
Why does my hair seem so much longer? It just keeps going. And, my voice sounds different. and. and. there are several anatomical changes!
"I think I'm gonna be sick," I murmur, vaulting my self towards the restroom, clamping a hand over my mouth.
"Wait, Harry!" Ron yelled after me, but his voice was muffled through the locked door. While I retched into the toilet, there were several hushed whispers near my door, all varying in intensity. After I had wiped my mouth and flushed the toilet, I headed over to the sink and mirror.
I stared, transfixed as a fairly pretty girl stared back at me. Long, raven hair, slightly mussy looking, hung in loose curls, framing a familiar, thin face, but with fuller cheekbones, a more elegant nose, and a full set of rose-tinted lips. The same emerald eyes darted about in this new face, the only constant in a world of change. Curios, I lifted my wispy bangs (now longer) and smiled at the irony. It had remained, just to spite me, if somewhat fainter. A seemly neck connected head to torso, which was essentially the same, except for the addition of an ample set of breasts. My hips were wider, and my legs were slightly curvier, though I was still muscular from all the Quidditch. And, of course, male anatomy was gone, replaced by female. Yup, my life sucks royally.
I was shaken out of my revelry when a rather loud and obnoxious knock shattered the silence in the cramped restroom.
"Um. Harry? Are you alright?" Ron called in, all the while hammering on the door.
"Well, I'd be a whole lot better if you'd quit trying to beat down the door!" I said, pulling the door open violently while rubbing my aching head with the other hand. A rather shocked Ron and Hermione stood before the door with Dumbledore standing calmly behind them, his eyes twinkling at the obvious humor and irony of the situation. The Boy Who Lived (yet again) somehow went through a complete magical sex change! Rita Skeeter'll have a field day with this!
". Yes?" I asked somewhat impatiently as they just stood there staring at me.
"I suppose you've figured out what has. occurred?" Dumbledore kindly supplied, his eyes alight with laughter. Sometimes I think I have good reason to hate him.
"Well, it's a little hard to miss, isn't it?" I snapped, pushing past Ron and Hermione towards my bed. Igrabbed my wand and used a simple mouth cleasing charm to get the foul taste of bile from my mouth. When I turned around and flopped back on my bed, Ron and Hermione were still staring at me, even though Dumbledore had moved across the room and was now standing at the foot of my bed.
"Well? What? What are you staring at?" I asked, somewhat unnerved by their unwavering gaze. Finally, Hermione spoke up.
"It's just. well. you're. taking this. rather. better than we expetd." she said rather hesitantly.
"Is that a bad thing?" I asked, at which Ron and Hermione shook their head violently. "Well, I mean, why should I overreact, though? I mean, it's only temporary!"
At this, however, all present averted their eyes and would not meet my gaze.
"No. no! You're joking, right? This. this is some big joke, right?! Right?! I'm not gonna be a girl the rest of my life, am I?!"
"Well, we think you most likely will, unless some countercurse is found," Dumbledore replied calmly while searching an inner pocket of his robes. His hand emerged holding a rather small something, which he offered to me.
"Lemon drop?"
"NO!" I screamed, smacking his hand away.
"I stared in rage at him as he started to chuckle, while rubbing hi injured hand.
"This really isn't funny, the only things that haven't changed is my eye, hair color, and that damn scar!" I fumed, pointing to my forehead.
Hermione stepped forward and sat on the ede of the bed, appraising me with a critical eye. "Not really, you still have your personality, skin tone, and general body structure. Your voive and height haven't changed too much, so be thankful you don't have a really high voice."
Give it to Hermione to be able to find some good in everything.
"I suppose you have a point." I said, noticing I did indeed have alower voice than most girls, but not abnormally so. It just sounded similar to the old me.
"Your hair clamed down some too. You're not unattractive you know." Hermione said thoughtfully, cokcing her head to one sie.
"Her mione, thakns, but I don't know if I'm too comfortable with a) receiving compliments from my newly same sex friend and b0 being an attractive girl now," I replied with a wry smile.
"As much as I hate to interrupt, I'm afraid that now we need to decide what we shall do," Dumbledore said, fixing me with his periwinkle gaze.
"What od you mean?" I asked hesitantly, not knowing where this was going.
"Well, we need to find a way to cope with this. Your are irreversibly female now, so we need to resolve your identity issues, such as your name, and whether you want people to know what happened," he explained calmly.
"Oh." I said, trying to stall for time to think. What would people say if they knew what happened and who I was? I have a chance at a whole new identity right now, away from all the fame, ridicule, and legend. Is that what I want?
"Do we have to tell the students who I am? Can't you just say I disappeared and that the 'new' me is a transfer student or something?" I asked, not meeting anyone's eyes. I knew that Hermione and Ron would think that somewhat cowardly, but come on! They didn't suddenly swap genders!
"We most certainly do not, Harry. Who will you be then? You'll need to create a whole new persona."
A/N: Ah, the end of the first chapter! Yay! Go me! . Yeah. Anyways, sorry its taking so long for me to write and type this up, but I'm in all whatever ya'll call honors classes, thus presenting me (joy of joys) with a mountain of homework, but today. I was spared! I got most of it done in computer class (I type really fast and write pretty fast, a plus for a writer, even if I have problems deciphering my own handwriting), so I got some time to work on it now. Please please PLEASE review! If you don't the rabid llamas will tear the flesh off your bones and eat it with alfalfa (if llamas don't eat alfalfa. they do now, cause I said so!). So, better review!
"He is one sick bastard!"
"Ohhh." I groan, clutching my head, which is pounding for God-knows- what reason now.
"Oh, he- I mean. um. you're awake!" a familiar feminine voice exclaimed. As I crack my eyes open a little, slightly impaired by the sticky excretions of sleep, I saw familiar blurs of colors. Ah, of course, the hospital wing. As usual. As I groped about for my glasses, I took in the colors and blurry shapes around me. Red, that'd be Ron. Really beg brown blur, Hermione, a moving mass of gray and white, Madam Pomfrey, and a long strip of white, oh yes, Dumbledore. With glasses securely in place now, I found I was correct in my assessment. Just then, my head throbbed with a particularly painful intensity, producing yet another groan of pain, though somewhat louder and longer. Gosh, I sound horrible, and my throat burns.
"Water, please." I mumble, clutching my head in one hand and my throat with the other. Several frantic chair scrapings and moments of chaotic confusion later, a cool glass of water was thrust into my hand by an anxious Hermione, while Madam Pomfrey bustled about, tsking and muttering something to the effect of "Poor dear" and "Noisy teenagers." As I lifted the glass to my lips and gulped down the refreshing liquid greedily, something felt. amiss. though I couldn't quite place my finger on it.
"How are you feeling, dear?" Madam Pomfrey asked kindly while handing me a smoking goblet.
"My head throbs, my throat burns, and my whole body aches." I said, running a hand through my hair.
Why does my hair seem so much longer? It just keeps going. And, my voice sounds different. and. and. there are several anatomical changes!
"I think I'm gonna be sick," I murmur, vaulting my self towards the restroom, clamping a hand over my mouth.
"Wait, Harry!" Ron yelled after me, but his voice was muffled through the locked door. While I retched into the toilet, there were several hushed whispers near my door, all varying in intensity. After I had wiped my mouth and flushed the toilet, I headed over to the sink and mirror.
I stared, transfixed as a fairly pretty girl stared back at me. Long, raven hair, slightly mussy looking, hung in loose curls, framing a familiar, thin face, but with fuller cheekbones, a more elegant nose, and a full set of rose-tinted lips. The same emerald eyes darted about in this new face, the only constant in a world of change. Curios, I lifted my wispy bangs (now longer) and smiled at the irony. It had remained, just to spite me, if somewhat fainter. A seemly neck connected head to torso, which was essentially the same, except for the addition of an ample set of breasts. My hips were wider, and my legs were slightly curvier, though I was still muscular from all the Quidditch. And, of course, male anatomy was gone, replaced by female. Yup, my life sucks royally.
I was shaken out of my revelry when a rather loud and obnoxious knock shattered the silence in the cramped restroom.
"Um. Harry? Are you alright?" Ron called in, all the while hammering on the door.
"Well, I'd be a whole lot better if you'd quit trying to beat down the door!" I said, pulling the door open violently while rubbing my aching head with the other hand. A rather shocked Ron and Hermione stood before the door with Dumbledore standing calmly behind them, his eyes twinkling at the obvious humor and irony of the situation. The Boy Who Lived (yet again) somehow went through a complete magical sex change! Rita Skeeter'll have a field day with this!
". Yes?" I asked somewhat impatiently as they just stood there staring at me.
"I suppose you've figured out what has. occurred?" Dumbledore kindly supplied, his eyes alight with laughter. Sometimes I think I have good reason to hate him.
"Well, it's a little hard to miss, isn't it?" I snapped, pushing past Ron and Hermione towards my bed. Igrabbed my wand and used a simple mouth cleasing charm to get the foul taste of bile from my mouth. When I turned around and flopped back on my bed, Ron and Hermione were still staring at me, even though Dumbledore had moved across the room and was now standing at the foot of my bed.
"Well? What? What are you staring at?" I asked, somewhat unnerved by their unwavering gaze. Finally, Hermione spoke up.
"It's just. well. you're. taking this. rather. better than we expetd." she said rather hesitantly.
"Is that a bad thing?" I asked, at which Ron and Hermione shook their head violently. "Well, I mean, why should I overreact, though? I mean, it's only temporary!"
At this, however, all present averted their eyes and would not meet my gaze.
"No. no! You're joking, right? This. this is some big joke, right?! Right?! I'm not gonna be a girl the rest of my life, am I?!"
"Well, we think you most likely will, unless some countercurse is found," Dumbledore replied calmly while searching an inner pocket of his robes. His hand emerged holding a rather small something, which he offered to me.
"Lemon drop?"
"NO!" I screamed, smacking his hand away.
"I stared in rage at him as he started to chuckle, while rubbing hi injured hand.
"This really isn't funny, the only things that haven't changed is my eye, hair color, and that damn scar!" I fumed, pointing to my forehead.
Hermione stepped forward and sat on the ede of the bed, appraising me with a critical eye. "Not really, you still have your personality, skin tone, and general body structure. Your voive and height haven't changed too much, so be thankful you don't have a really high voice."
Give it to Hermione to be able to find some good in everything.
"I suppose you have a point." I said, noticing I did indeed have alower voice than most girls, but not abnormally so. It just sounded similar to the old me.
"Your hair clamed down some too. You're not unattractive you know." Hermione said thoughtfully, cokcing her head to one sie.
"Her mione, thakns, but I don't know if I'm too comfortable with a) receiving compliments from my newly same sex friend and b0 being an attractive girl now," I replied with a wry smile.
"As much as I hate to interrupt, I'm afraid that now we need to decide what we shall do," Dumbledore said, fixing me with his periwinkle gaze.
"What od you mean?" I asked hesitantly, not knowing where this was going.
"Well, we need to find a way to cope with this. Your are irreversibly female now, so we need to resolve your identity issues, such as your name, and whether you want people to know what happened," he explained calmly.
"Oh." I said, trying to stall for time to think. What would people say if they knew what happened and who I was? I have a chance at a whole new identity right now, away from all the fame, ridicule, and legend. Is that what I want?
"Do we have to tell the students who I am? Can't you just say I disappeared and that the 'new' me is a transfer student or something?" I asked, not meeting anyone's eyes. I knew that Hermione and Ron would think that somewhat cowardly, but come on! They didn't suddenly swap genders!
"We most certainly do not, Harry. Who will you be then? You'll need to create a whole new persona."
A/N: Ah, the end of the first chapter! Yay! Go me! . Yeah. Anyways, sorry its taking so long for me to write and type this up, but I'm in all whatever ya'll call honors classes, thus presenting me (joy of joys) with a mountain of homework, but today. I was spared! I got most of it done in computer class (I type really fast and write pretty fast, a plus for a writer, even if I have problems deciphering my own handwriting), so I got some time to work on it now. Please please PLEASE review! If you don't the rabid llamas will tear the flesh off your bones and eat it with alfalfa (if llamas don't eat alfalfa. they do now, cause I said so!). So, better review!