I'm not sure if I even need a chapter three...
CHAPTER THREE:
Ginny crept to Harry's bed, pulled open his flask and poured some odd- smelling purple potion into it. Then she shook the empty vial, as if her life depended on it. She'd been so upset when he'd sent a message saying that he'd dropped out. He deserved to win.
"What are you doing?"
Ginny spun around, scared. She'd just finished latching the lock on Harry's bag and Harry was here...right now!
"Um...I want to borrow a textbook," she lied.
"Well, you know that I keep my textbooks in a safe under my bed," Harry said. He'd told her once before. "So there was no reason to be rooting around in my rucksack, right?"
Yes, Ginny thought to herself.
"Go, Ginny, and may your life be spared," said Harry in an odd tone. He took his flask from his bag and uncapped it.
Ginny watched him.
Harry's eyes narrowed.
"I thought I told you to leave," he snapped, putting the bottle to his lips. "Now, I would like to drink in peace."
Ginny couldn't believe what she was seeing!
Her potion and it tasted foul, and he was drinking it!
Ginny left, holding the empty vial behind her back. She went downstairs to enter the common room, and nabbed a chair by the fire. There she stayed, studying until the first light of day.
"Ginny, are you okay?" Hermione's voice asked. Hermione was worried. She'd been watching Ginny all night, out the corner of her eye. And now Ginny wasn't going to wake up.
Well, not right now.
Not soon.
"Aaaagh!"
A voice rang from Harry's dormitory.
Ginny's eyes snapped open. "Oh, cool," she said sarcastically. "I'm having forty winks and then Harry goes and spoils them."
"You don't know that," Hermione said.
"Oh I do, indeed I do," Ginny said knowledgeably.
Hermione raced up the stairs, Ginny on close heel, and into Harry's dormitory. She could see the problem at once.
A girl was there, on Harry's bed.
In Harry's clothing.
"You've eaten Harry!" Ginny exclaimed.
Hermione sat down, tenderly, on the edge of Harry's bed. "What's your name? You're not allowed in this room, but perhaps you didn't know that."
"My name is Harry," the girl exclaimed. "And I do know girls are not allowed in this dormitory, but I can come in here because..."
Hermione gasped.
"You're Harry," she whispered.
"What happened?" Ginny asked carefully, so that she didn't go red and admit that she'd caused Harry to turn into a girl.
"You know jolly well what happened," Harry huffed. "You were in the dorm. I took a drink from my flask. You left. And look at me now. I'm a girl. I know you had something to do with this."
"No, I didn't," Ginny squeaked, frightened.
"You'll just have to get used to being a girl, Harry," Hermione said softly. "And you have lovely hair, may I say. At least that's something to be proud of. And I advise you to change your name."
"Why?" Harry asked, devastated.
"Well, a girl doesn't have a name like Harry," Hermione said. "It's pretty crap. They have names like...like mine."
"Yours is unusual," Harry said, sighing.
CHAPTER THREE:
Ginny crept to Harry's bed, pulled open his flask and poured some odd- smelling purple potion into it. Then she shook the empty vial, as if her life depended on it. She'd been so upset when he'd sent a message saying that he'd dropped out. He deserved to win.
"What are you doing?"
Ginny spun around, scared. She'd just finished latching the lock on Harry's bag and Harry was here...right now!
"Um...I want to borrow a textbook," she lied.
"Well, you know that I keep my textbooks in a safe under my bed," Harry said. He'd told her once before. "So there was no reason to be rooting around in my rucksack, right?"
Yes, Ginny thought to herself.
"Go, Ginny, and may your life be spared," said Harry in an odd tone. He took his flask from his bag and uncapped it.
Ginny watched him.
Harry's eyes narrowed.
"I thought I told you to leave," he snapped, putting the bottle to his lips. "Now, I would like to drink in peace."
Ginny couldn't believe what she was seeing!
Her potion and it tasted foul, and he was drinking it!
Ginny left, holding the empty vial behind her back. She went downstairs to enter the common room, and nabbed a chair by the fire. There she stayed, studying until the first light of day.
"Ginny, are you okay?" Hermione's voice asked. Hermione was worried. She'd been watching Ginny all night, out the corner of her eye. And now Ginny wasn't going to wake up.
Well, not right now.
Not soon.
"Aaaagh!"
A voice rang from Harry's dormitory.
Ginny's eyes snapped open. "Oh, cool," she said sarcastically. "I'm having forty winks and then Harry goes and spoils them."
"You don't know that," Hermione said.
"Oh I do, indeed I do," Ginny said knowledgeably.
Hermione raced up the stairs, Ginny on close heel, and into Harry's dormitory. She could see the problem at once.
A girl was there, on Harry's bed.
In Harry's clothing.
"You've eaten Harry!" Ginny exclaimed.
Hermione sat down, tenderly, on the edge of Harry's bed. "What's your name? You're not allowed in this room, but perhaps you didn't know that."
"My name is Harry," the girl exclaimed. "And I do know girls are not allowed in this dormitory, but I can come in here because..."
Hermione gasped.
"You're Harry," she whispered.
"What happened?" Ginny asked carefully, so that she didn't go red and admit that she'd caused Harry to turn into a girl.
"You know jolly well what happened," Harry huffed. "You were in the dorm. I took a drink from my flask. You left. And look at me now. I'm a girl. I know you had something to do with this."
"No, I didn't," Ginny squeaked, frightened.
"You'll just have to get used to being a girl, Harry," Hermione said softly. "And you have lovely hair, may I say. At least that's something to be proud of. And I advise you to change your name."
"Why?" Harry asked, devastated.
"Well, a girl doesn't have a name like Harry," Hermione said. "It's pretty crap. They have names like...like mine."
"Yours is unusual," Harry said, sighing.