'Changes'; a fan fic by Siriusly Serious
Summary: Sirius Black screws up a potion in class, and is accidentally transformed into... A girl?! Wackiness follows, not to mention numerous relationships. Rated for language, and future slash. Based in MWPP's sixth year. Title pending.... v.v'
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Fuck...
Sirius thought idly, scratching his head in confusion at the fuming potion before him, a hopeless whimper escaping his pouting lips. He licked his lips, sneaking a glance to his right where Remus and James sat, stirring their own noxious fumes-free potions, which drew a scowl across his face. His best mates who, in his opinion, should have potions skills equivalent to his, seemed to be pulling off their latest concoction off fairly well. Hell, even Wormtail had a better grasp on what was going on then he did.
He sighed dejectedly, reading over the notes he had taken down in class. It wasn't his fault he had been distracted in the middle of Professor Garmund's lecture on the properties of the Polyjuice potion, honestly... That Colier chick to the left of him had been wearing a shorter skirt then usual, then Trixie and 'Cissa had taken it upon themselves to toss paper balls at the back of his head until he had snapped and chucked a rat spleen their way, and lost a horrendous amount of points from his House.
Probably why no one will help me, ruddy bastards. Sirius grumbled, glaring pointedly at his 'friends,' with a fleeting hope that one of them would trip, fall into his cauldron and drown. He chuckled darkly at the thought, and tossed a couple more ingredients into the potion. He was doomed one way or the other, so he figured why not go out of class with a bang? The gooey gray substance in his cauldron that smelled suspiciously of dead fish spluttered once, and turned a blinding shade of violet that made Sirius cringe. Yep, I'm fucking screwed.
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"Time's up. I said time is up, Miss Vance." Garmund glowered, her voice sounding like someone with a bad sinus infection. "For those of you who haven't made a wreck of you're potions," The woman sneered, eyes fixed on Sirius' pathetic attempt. "...You will be moving on to the properties of Veritaserum. The rest of you will be granted the privilege of testing your potion in front of your peers next class. Hopefully spending a week in the hospital wing will encourage you to pay attention in class from now on." She said with a malicious glint in her eyes which caused several shivers from the class. "Dismissed."Sirius' shoulders slumped in misery and jammed a vial into the 'wreck of a potion,' dropped it on the professor's desk and stormed off. Once he was safely inside the common room, he took out his pent up rage on a nearby desk, kicking it several times before it occured to him what a stupid idea that had been. He cursed and limped over a chair, glaring at a pair of first year chicks who looked like they were about to faint.
They scampered away quickly, leaving Padfoot alone in his misery. This really had turned out to be one botched up day, and he doubted it could get much worse.
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Author's Notes: Well, that's it for now. I've seriously always wanted to do this fic, no idea why though. Anyway, I'll update some time later on this week. R&R, people! Karma is good for the soul.
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