A wash of different feelings began to instantly attack Harry's senses as he slowly began to regain consciousness. First of those feelings was headache and nausea. Everything felt wrong suddenly and his muddled thoughts could only silently warn him that waking up was not a good idea. He could hear hurried whispers bounce back and forth between two people that as he regained awareness could identify as Ron and Hermione.

Slowly he slid his eyes open, noticing at once that he was in the common room, and lying on one of the couches close to the great fireplace. Hermione noticed him first and fell into silence as she studied him with baited breath. Ron was quick to follow and Harry noticed with an air of warning that the look of concern each mirrored wasn't an entirely good thing, something was wrong.

Ron, Harry noticed as an after thought, seemed to be examining him even more intently then Hermione, as though something seemed to be keenly interesting to him.

"Harry," Hermione spoke finally, a faux smile pasted on her face. "I'm so glad your all right." She gave a quick glance to Ron. Harry didn't miss the gesture. "Er... How do you feel?"

"Wrong," Harry answered simply and felt a pit well up in his stomach. His voice hadn't sounded right. It didn't sound like him at all. Whose voice was it?

"Right," Hermione answered. "About that..." The more Harry's senses awoke, and the more fluster he sensed from Hermione the more he felt himself worry.

"You hadn't by chance heard of something called the chromosonal potion have you?" She asked finally.

Harry shook his head that he had not, too afraid to hear his voice again to respond verbally.

"I.. figured as much..." she cast another look as Ron. Harry could feel the other shoe was about to drop, and wished with all his heart that he could somehow avoid it completely. "The potion, er the chromosonal potion was what I was doing for midterms... It's umm, well... A," Hermione mumbled the rest way too low for Harry to catch.

"what?" Harry asked wincing at the voice that was not his.

"A potion that changes," Hermione yet again mumled the rest.

"Changes what?" Harry winced again.

"Changes your (mumble)."

"Changes WHAT?!!" Harry shouted finally his last nerve exhausted. He leapt off the couch in exasperation at Hermione's inability to realize his nerves were on end. The sudden motion caused him to again feel how wrong things felt, and finally looked down at himself. "Oh..." He said simply as he slumped back into the couch wide eyed in shock.

"Gender," Hermione finally answered in a whisper.