Yes I have written a new fic! teehee ^_^
Disclaimer: Rowling owns the HP characters, Klee owns Kaleb, and I own Star ^_^
Archive: My site, and ff.net. Anywhere else, just ask me! ^_^
Dedication: Everyone at the BOHDL, especially Joe because she gave me a shove into writing this fic so soon ^_^
When Ron entered the bathroom, the first thing he heard was the sound of his best friend being sick in one of the toilets.
"Are you okay, Harry?" Ron asked, walking over to the first stall and pushing open the door.
"I think so," Harry answered after a moment, followed by the sound of the toilet being flushed.
The Boy Who Lived stumbled out of the stall and over to one of the few sinks, cupping water into his hand and sipping it into his mouth to rinse away the disgusting taste.
Ron took in his friend's disheveled form. Globs of dark purple potion stained his robe, shirt and pants; some sticking into his hair and on his skin.
"That prick, Malfoy," Ron said angrily. "This is all his fault."
Harry had to agree. After all, the Slytherin was the one who had dumped a whole cupful of Wormwood into his cauldron, causing the whole thing to explode and cover Harry. Somehow the stuff had even gotten into his mouth, which had caused him to get violently ill when he accidentally swallowed it. The potion that they had been making was called the Perfectionis, and when done correctly, it was supposed to permanently rid the drinker of any physical imperfections. However, because of the Wormwood it only seemed to make the drinker sick.
"I'm going to bed," Harry groaned, needing to sleep off the major headache he was getting.
"I'll help you," Ron offered, giving his friend something to lean on as the two of them left the bathroom.
~*~
When Harry awoke the next morning, the first thing he realized was that everything seemed to be in perfect focus. He sat up, staring all around him as he reached up to touch his face. No, his glasses weren't there. And yet, he could see perfectly. The potion must have still had some of the perfection components in it, after all, Harry mused.
He started to get up, and paused. Something was wrong; different. Although he didn't know what it was, he was sure of the change. Concerned, Harry lifted his hand and pressed it to his chest to feel if his heartbeat was normal. His eyes widened as he felt two lumps that should *not* have been there. Gulping, he looked down. And screamed.
Immediately, Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville jumped out of their beds and raced to Harry's. They pulled back the curtain, expecting to see their friend holding his forehead and drenched in sweat from another nightmare about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but that's not what they found.
Instead of the boy they expected, a girl was sitting on Harry's bed. She had chin length raven hair that was on the unruly side, her beautiful emerald eyes wide and startled.
"Who're you?" asked Ron, "and where's Harry?"
"He must have a girlfriend!" Seamus exclaimed. He looked the girl up and down, then smirked, "lucky boy. She's hot!"
The girl blushed in embarrassment, "I *am* Harry!"
"You can't be Harry, on account that he's most certainly *not* a girl!" Dean argued.
The boys gasped collectively when the girl pulled back her bangs, showing them the lightning scar on her forehead.
"She's got a scar just like Harry!" Neville exclaimed, confused.
"No you git," Dean said, "I think that *is* Harry!"
"Bingo," the girl groaned.
Ron shook his head in disbelief, "Harry, what happened to you? Your a--"
"Babe!" Seamus cut in.
"I don't know," the girl, Harry, put her hands on her face, "nothing could have caused this! Except maybe.." she gasped.
"What?" the four boys chorused.
"The Perfectionis!"
"How would that turn you into a girl?" asked Dean.
"The Wormwood that Malfoy dumped in there must have had some messed up affect, and somehow changed me into a girl. I can see perfectly without my glasses, meaning that the potion also had enough of the perfection element to fix my eye sight."
The theory made sense, after all. But the only way to know for sure was to see Madam Pomfrey. And the only way Harry was going to go see her, was to use her invisibility cloak. If she was lucky, maybe the nurse would know how to fix her before any of the other students laid their eyes on the *Girl* Who Lived.
Disclaimer: Rowling owns the HP characters, Klee owns Kaleb, and I own Star ^_^
Archive: My site, and ff.net. Anywhere else, just ask me! ^_^
Dedication: Everyone at the BOHDL, especially Joe because she gave me a shove into writing this fic so soon ^_^
When Ron entered the bathroom, the first thing he heard was the sound of his best friend being sick in one of the toilets.
"Are you okay, Harry?" Ron asked, walking over to the first stall and pushing open the door.
"I think so," Harry answered after a moment, followed by the sound of the toilet being flushed.
The Boy Who Lived stumbled out of the stall and over to one of the few sinks, cupping water into his hand and sipping it into his mouth to rinse away the disgusting taste.
Ron took in his friend's disheveled form. Globs of dark purple potion stained his robe, shirt and pants; some sticking into his hair and on his skin.
"That prick, Malfoy," Ron said angrily. "This is all his fault."
Harry had to agree. After all, the Slytherin was the one who had dumped a whole cupful of Wormwood into his cauldron, causing the whole thing to explode and cover Harry. Somehow the stuff had even gotten into his mouth, which had caused him to get violently ill when he accidentally swallowed it. The potion that they had been making was called the Perfectionis, and when done correctly, it was supposed to permanently rid the drinker of any physical imperfections. However, because of the Wormwood it only seemed to make the drinker sick.
"I'm going to bed," Harry groaned, needing to sleep off the major headache he was getting.
"I'll help you," Ron offered, giving his friend something to lean on as the two of them left the bathroom.
~*~
When Harry awoke the next morning, the first thing he realized was that everything seemed to be in perfect focus. He sat up, staring all around him as he reached up to touch his face. No, his glasses weren't there. And yet, he could see perfectly. The potion must have still had some of the perfection components in it, after all, Harry mused.
He started to get up, and paused. Something was wrong; different. Although he didn't know what it was, he was sure of the change. Concerned, Harry lifted his hand and pressed it to his chest to feel if his heartbeat was normal. His eyes widened as he felt two lumps that should *not* have been there. Gulping, he looked down. And screamed.
Immediately, Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville jumped out of their beds and raced to Harry's. They pulled back the curtain, expecting to see their friend holding his forehead and drenched in sweat from another nightmare about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but that's not what they found.
Instead of the boy they expected, a girl was sitting on Harry's bed. She had chin length raven hair that was on the unruly side, her beautiful emerald eyes wide and startled.
"Who're you?" asked Ron, "and where's Harry?"
"He must have a girlfriend!" Seamus exclaimed. He looked the girl up and down, then smirked, "lucky boy. She's hot!"
The girl blushed in embarrassment, "I *am* Harry!"
"You can't be Harry, on account that he's most certainly *not* a girl!" Dean argued.
The boys gasped collectively when the girl pulled back her bangs, showing them the lightning scar on her forehead.
"She's got a scar just like Harry!" Neville exclaimed, confused.
"No you git," Dean said, "I think that *is* Harry!"
"Bingo," the girl groaned.
Ron shook his head in disbelief, "Harry, what happened to you? Your a--"
"Babe!" Seamus cut in.
"I don't know," the girl, Harry, put her hands on her face, "nothing could have caused this! Except maybe.." she gasped.
"What?" the four boys chorused.
"The Perfectionis!"
"How would that turn you into a girl?" asked Dean.
"The Wormwood that Malfoy dumped in there must have had some messed up affect, and somehow changed me into a girl. I can see perfectly without my glasses, meaning that the potion also had enough of the perfection element to fix my eye sight."
The theory made sense, after all. But the only way to know for sure was to see Madam Pomfrey. And the only way Harry was going to go see her, was to use her invisibility cloak. If she was lucky, maybe the nurse would know how to fix her before any of the other students laid their eyes on the *Girl* Who Lived.