AN: Hullo its Deva! I'm sooooooo sorry about the formatting, Word was bein
a butt. ;) well I did my best to fix it this time! Happy Reading! ~Deva
Chapter 2
"Devan Baudrie-Anne Hollow! Get up this instant! You two have been sleeping all day!" A voice sounded.
"Uhhhhh..." Harry moaned. Who was Devan? And why was a woman outside the boys' dormitory door? "Go away!" He yelled.
"What did you just say!?" The woman said, pushing open the door. She walked in, her face red.
"Oh my god!" Harry yelled. "Get out of here!"
"You just watch yourself missy." The woman said. "Amanda, your mom called. She said you can stay here for the week while she goes to California." She told the lump next to Harry in the bed. Harry jumped up. This wasn't his bed. He peeled back the covers to see a girl, fast asleep. He gasped and fell off. "Devan, you really need to chill. Now get up! You two have to be at work in fifteen minuets!"
"Work?" The girl said, waking up. "Holy shit! Who the hell are you!?" She yelled, pointing at Harry.
"I should ask you the same thing!"
"Why are you in my-" The girl stopped, looking around the pink and black room with Harry Potter posters all over the walls. "Where am I? Bloody hell this is weird."
"Ron?" Harry gasped.
"Yeah but..."
"What happened?" Harry asked.
"What? Who are you?"
"Ron! It's me Harry!"
"Harry?" Ron asked, his eyes getting wide. "Did someone slip us some Polyjuice potion while we were sleeping?"
"Us?" Harry laughed. "You're the one who looks like a chick!"
"Ha! Harry, look at yourself in the mirror!" Ron said, helping him up and pointing at a mirror. Harry stifled a scream as he looked in. There stood not Harry Potter, but a tall, lanky teenage girl with dark, messy, died auburn hair. Her eyeliner was smudged and she looked very tired. "Oh my God..." He gasped.
"What is with you two? Playing Harry Potter again? Ha ha ha..." The woman said. "Get dressed and get ready for work." She left the room. Harry and Ron waited for her footsteps to die away then turned back to eachother.
"Ron, what happened? Why are we here?"
"I have no idea." "All I remember is getting a little too drunk and..." He paused. "Oh no. I bet 'Mione did this to trick us! She was really pissed that we went to that party last night."
"Yeah I bet. But who are these girls we changed into?"
"No idea..." Harry groaned in frustration and shook his head. He was about to say something else, when he caught his reflection again. Grinning slightly, he peered over his body. "You know... I'm kind of hot," Harry chuckled, running his hands through his medium length hair. Ron snorted and pushed Harry away from the mirror. Looking himself over, he cringed. The girl that stared back at him was cute; she had dark brown hair with a tint of red and purple in her hair and she had big brown eyes with pale skin, but he suddenly felt sick.
"Harry?" Ron whispered, chewing on his bottom lip. Harry dropped his hands from his hair, where he was piling all of his hair on top of his head, and he looked sheepishly over at Ron.
"Yeah?" Harry asked, looking back at himself in the mirror.
"What if," Ron swallowed the lump in his throat, "what if I need to use the bathroom?" Harry stopped modeling, his jaw hitting the floor. A small whimper left his lips.
"I... I didn't think about that," Harry whispered, wringing his hands.
"Well, tell me what to do!" Ron whined. "I have to piss!" Harry paced back and forth in front of Ron, before he came to a stop, grinning slightly.
"Ok, just go in there; cover your eyes, pee, wipe, and then bingo! You're done! You won't even have to look!" Harry smiled. Ron looked doubtful, but he nodded, and walked out of the room. Having some alone time, Harry looked around the room in awe. How did these girls, girls whom they didn't know, have so many pictures of him? It was kind of scary, to be honest. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Harry ran his fingers through his hair again, sighing deeply. Where the hell were they? And how did they get there? He was so confused. But the number one question that rung in his head was: would they ever get their own bodies back? What Harry wouldn't give to have Dumbledore there right now, so he could tell them what the hell was going on. He was so caught up in that thought, that he didn't even notice that woman from earlier walk into the room.
"Devan! What are you doing?!" She shouted, shaking her head. "Did you not hear me? You only have ten minutes left!" The lady set a pile of clothes down of the desk and walked out, muttering to herself. Right then, Ron walked back in the room, smiling lightly. "Well?" Harry asked, getting up.
"Piece of cake. Didn't see a thing. Although, it felt kinda of weird. I didn't hit anything when I wiped," Ron shrugged. Harry laughed and shook his head. "That lady came in and said we have to go to work. What do we do about that?" Harry asked.
"I guess we'll just go. I mean, how hard can it be?" Ron shrugged.
"We don't even know what the job is Ron." Harry moaned.
"Well think of it this way," Ron started. "It can't be that bad. Unless we're working as chicks' bathroom cleaners somewhere, I think we'll be fine." He chuckled.
"Yeah, okay.."
"So what are we going to where?" Ron asked thoughtfully, pulling open the closet door. He poked through the clothes. "Ugh. girl clothes." He moved to the pile of laundry the woman had just set down.
"Is there anything good?" Harry asked, walking over to the nightstand where he looked though a brown jewelry box. He pulled out some notes. "Hey look at this. notes!"
"Notes?" Ron laughed.
"Yeah! Like, form other girls to well, these girls!" Harry gasped. "Look! This one says my name all over it!" HE opened it up and read it out loud. "Dear BoBo, Me and Kelly were thinking about hittin the mall tonite. U wanna come and hang with us? We're gonna go buy some new bikinis for this summer!! As long as you don't buy anymore Harry potter shit. we have enough! (not that I don't like Harry potter shit. its just that we don't have enough money for more posters AND the suits!) o well just wbs k chika? Lylas! Lyndsay" He looked up, smiling. "Hmmm. so this 'BoBo' chick is in love with me!" Harry's eyes sparkled.
"Harry, please." Ron smirked. He started looking through the rest of the notes when he stopped dead in his tracks. "Uh, Harry?" He whispered. Harry looked up. "How do they know about wizard stuff?" Harry dropped the notes.
"Oh my god! You're right!" Harry looked at Ron with a horrified look on his face.
"GOD DAMMIT BO! I TOLD YOU TO GET DRESSED AND GO TO WORK!" The woman screamed from downstairs.
"Ugh." Ron moaned. "We have to send Hermione an owl!"
"Well first we have to go to work. c'mon we'll figure this out later." Harry sighed. He quickly pulled out a denim skirt and a pink Roxy top. "I saw girls from Muggle School wearing this. it should be okay." Ron nodded.
"What about me?" He asked.
"Well." Harry pointed to a suitcase. "There. Look in that." Ron nodded and walked over to the suitcase. He opened it and looked through the clothes.
"Harry! Help here!"
"Uhhh. um, how bout those jeans. and um... that shirt." He pulled out a shirt and handed it to Ron. Ron unfolded it and furrowed his eyebrows.
"Korn?" He said. "What the hell is korn?"
"No idea.." Harry sighed. "Well, I guess we're just gonna have to make the best of this... until you know, the potion wears off." Ron sighed back. Harry went in the bathroom and put on the clothes while Ron changed in the main bedroom. Harry came out and examined himself in the mirror. "Hmmmm."
"Girls you have 5 seconds to be down here or I'm not driving you and you'll have to take the crap car." "Driving?" Ron gasped. "Why don't these chicks have brooms!?"
Chapter 2
"Devan Baudrie-Anne Hollow! Get up this instant! You two have been sleeping all day!" A voice sounded.
"Uhhhhh..." Harry moaned. Who was Devan? And why was a woman outside the boys' dormitory door? "Go away!" He yelled.
"What did you just say!?" The woman said, pushing open the door. She walked in, her face red.
"Oh my god!" Harry yelled. "Get out of here!"
"You just watch yourself missy." The woman said. "Amanda, your mom called. She said you can stay here for the week while she goes to California." She told the lump next to Harry in the bed. Harry jumped up. This wasn't his bed. He peeled back the covers to see a girl, fast asleep. He gasped and fell off. "Devan, you really need to chill. Now get up! You two have to be at work in fifteen minuets!"
"Work?" The girl said, waking up. "Holy shit! Who the hell are you!?" She yelled, pointing at Harry.
"I should ask you the same thing!"
"Why are you in my-" The girl stopped, looking around the pink and black room with Harry Potter posters all over the walls. "Where am I? Bloody hell this is weird."
"Ron?" Harry gasped.
"Yeah but..."
"What happened?" Harry asked.
"What? Who are you?"
"Ron! It's me Harry!"
"Harry?" Ron asked, his eyes getting wide. "Did someone slip us some Polyjuice potion while we were sleeping?"
"Us?" Harry laughed. "You're the one who looks like a chick!"
"Ha! Harry, look at yourself in the mirror!" Ron said, helping him up and pointing at a mirror. Harry stifled a scream as he looked in. There stood not Harry Potter, but a tall, lanky teenage girl with dark, messy, died auburn hair. Her eyeliner was smudged and she looked very tired. "Oh my God..." He gasped.
"What is with you two? Playing Harry Potter again? Ha ha ha..." The woman said. "Get dressed and get ready for work." She left the room. Harry and Ron waited for her footsteps to die away then turned back to eachother.
"Ron, what happened? Why are we here?"
"I have no idea." "All I remember is getting a little too drunk and..." He paused. "Oh no. I bet 'Mione did this to trick us! She was really pissed that we went to that party last night."
"Yeah I bet. But who are these girls we changed into?"
"No idea..." Harry groaned in frustration and shook his head. He was about to say something else, when he caught his reflection again. Grinning slightly, he peered over his body. "You know... I'm kind of hot," Harry chuckled, running his hands through his medium length hair. Ron snorted and pushed Harry away from the mirror. Looking himself over, he cringed. The girl that stared back at him was cute; she had dark brown hair with a tint of red and purple in her hair and she had big brown eyes with pale skin, but he suddenly felt sick.
"Harry?" Ron whispered, chewing on his bottom lip. Harry dropped his hands from his hair, where he was piling all of his hair on top of his head, and he looked sheepishly over at Ron.
"Yeah?" Harry asked, looking back at himself in the mirror.
"What if," Ron swallowed the lump in his throat, "what if I need to use the bathroom?" Harry stopped modeling, his jaw hitting the floor. A small whimper left his lips.
"I... I didn't think about that," Harry whispered, wringing his hands.
"Well, tell me what to do!" Ron whined. "I have to piss!" Harry paced back and forth in front of Ron, before he came to a stop, grinning slightly.
"Ok, just go in there; cover your eyes, pee, wipe, and then bingo! You're done! You won't even have to look!" Harry smiled. Ron looked doubtful, but he nodded, and walked out of the room. Having some alone time, Harry looked around the room in awe. How did these girls, girls whom they didn't know, have so many pictures of him? It was kind of scary, to be honest. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Harry ran his fingers through his hair again, sighing deeply. Where the hell were they? And how did they get there? He was so confused. But the number one question that rung in his head was: would they ever get their own bodies back? What Harry wouldn't give to have Dumbledore there right now, so he could tell them what the hell was going on. He was so caught up in that thought, that he didn't even notice that woman from earlier walk into the room.
"Devan! What are you doing?!" She shouted, shaking her head. "Did you not hear me? You only have ten minutes left!" The lady set a pile of clothes down of the desk and walked out, muttering to herself. Right then, Ron walked back in the room, smiling lightly. "Well?" Harry asked, getting up.
"Piece of cake. Didn't see a thing. Although, it felt kinda of weird. I didn't hit anything when I wiped," Ron shrugged. Harry laughed and shook his head. "That lady came in and said we have to go to work. What do we do about that?" Harry asked.
"I guess we'll just go. I mean, how hard can it be?" Ron shrugged.
"We don't even know what the job is Ron." Harry moaned.
"Well think of it this way," Ron started. "It can't be that bad. Unless we're working as chicks' bathroom cleaners somewhere, I think we'll be fine." He chuckled.
"Yeah, okay.."
"So what are we going to where?" Ron asked thoughtfully, pulling open the closet door. He poked through the clothes. "Ugh. girl clothes." He moved to the pile of laundry the woman had just set down.
"Is there anything good?" Harry asked, walking over to the nightstand where he looked though a brown jewelry box. He pulled out some notes. "Hey look at this. notes!"
"Notes?" Ron laughed.
"Yeah! Like, form other girls to well, these girls!" Harry gasped. "Look! This one says my name all over it!" HE opened it up and read it out loud. "Dear BoBo, Me and Kelly were thinking about hittin the mall tonite. U wanna come and hang with us? We're gonna go buy some new bikinis for this summer!! As long as you don't buy anymore Harry potter shit. we have enough! (not that I don't like Harry potter shit. its just that we don't have enough money for more posters AND the suits!) o well just wbs k chika? Lylas! Lyndsay" He looked up, smiling. "Hmmm. so this 'BoBo' chick is in love with me!" Harry's eyes sparkled.
"Harry, please." Ron smirked. He started looking through the rest of the notes when he stopped dead in his tracks. "Uh, Harry?" He whispered. Harry looked up. "How do they know about wizard stuff?" Harry dropped the notes.
"Oh my god! You're right!" Harry looked at Ron with a horrified look on his face.
"GOD DAMMIT BO! I TOLD YOU TO GET DRESSED AND GO TO WORK!" The woman screamed from downstairs.
"Ugh." Ron moaned. "We have to send Hermione an owl!"
"Well first we have to go to work. c'mon we'll figure this out later." Harry sighed. He quickly pulled out a denim skirt and a pink Roxy top. "I saw girls from Muggle School wearing this. it should be okay." Ron nodded.
"What about me?" He asked.
"Well." Harry pointed to a suitcase. "There. Look in that." Ron nodded and walked over to the suitcase. He opened it and looked through the clothes.
"Harry! Help here!"
"Uhhh. um, how bout those jeans. and um... that shirt." He pulled out a shirt and handed it to Ron. Ron unfolded it and furrowed his eyebrows.
"Korn?" He said. "What the hell is korn?"
"No idea.." Harry sighed. "Well, I guess we're just gonna have to make the best of this... until you know, the potion wears off." Ron sighed back. Harry went in the bathroom and put on the clothes while Ron changed in the main bedroom. Harry came out and examined himself in the mirror. "Hmmmm."
"Girls you have 5 seconds to be down here or I'm not driving you and you'll have to take the crap car." "Driving?" Ron gasped. "Why don't these chicks have brooms!?"