Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They belong to J.K.
Rowling. I'm not making any money of this in any way.
Slash of the male/male kind will eventually be appearing in this story. If
you don't like slash, or the idea of Harry/Severus, then please leave.
Don't read what you don't like.
I dedicate this story to DT - For pushing and prodding me into it.
I would just love to thank everybody who reviewed my first chapter - it's you who prompted my creativity into running.
Chapter Two
I slip my wand out of my sleeve and point it at Harry. I move my lips silently, only making the lightest of sounds. Suddenly Potter falls. It seems like it's happening in slow motion. I lunge forward to try to catch him. I didn't know this was meant to happen.
*~*
I watch as Snape murmurs something under his breath. His lips move, and he points his wand towards me. I can see a rusty orange streak heading for me. I can feel it jolting into my chest - and the warmth spreading steadily all over. I see Snape lunge.
*~*
Even as I lunge forward, I know that I won't make it in time to catch the boy. He lands on the ground with a sickening thud. That can't be good.
I check his pulse. Thank the Gods that he's still breathing. Dumbledore would be very upset if I had accidentally killed his favourite student. Heh - I have a feeling that he knew the spell would affect Potter this way. Never mind, I hear his footsteps now.
The door to the office opens. I look around and see Dumbledore smiling.
"Well Severus, I'm glad to see that the spell worked correctly." So this was meant to happen.
"Severus, the spell. It's working fantastically." Dumbledore whips out his wand from his pocket, and I watch him cast several different spells upon Potter. They're ones designed to make something or someone appear as it truly is. Apparently from Dumbledore's grin and twinkle they're not working.
I look at Potter. He looks exactly the same as usual. A little bit pale. But that's probably from his fall onto the ground.
I sneer, "So what you're saying Headmaster that Mr. Potter here is actually meant to be unconscious?"
He grins. The gall of that man. It is what I suspected; he knew the whole time this was going to happen. "Now, now Severus. Harry will wake up in a few minutes. I'm afraid that this was just a slight side affect to the spell." Great. Now he's looking at me as if he expects something. What am I meant to do, gush over Potter. I snort. Hardly.
"Very well then Headmaster. We'll just wait for Mr. Potter to regain consciousness again". I move back to my seat and glance at the headmaster. He's giving me 'that' look. The one where his eyes get that twinkle and gleam but the rest of his face remains blank. That's his look for where he knows something that you don't know. How I loathe that look.
A murmur arises from the floor. It's Potter. Finally awakening. I listen to him shift upon the ground. Probably doesn't even realise that he's lying on the floor. Stupid git.
*~*
Ouch. I shift my body slightly. The warm feeling has left it, and I can feel a headache coming on. I try to sit, but the effort of lifting my head off the ground causes me to groan. Maybe I'll just lay here on the hard floor for a little while. I wonder if the spell worked. I don't feel any different. Should I feel different? I mean I'm meant to look like a woman right? Shouldn't I feel as if I have female parts?
I can hear rustling. It's coming from the left of me. I slowly open my eyes and look up towards the roof. I never noticed before that Dumbledore had various strange things hanging from it. Gee - even the roof of his office was interesting.
"Ah Harry. How are you feeling? I hope that you didn't take the fall to bad?" Dumbledore's words ring inside my ears. Moving slowly, I manage to push myself into a sitting position. "I'm terribly sorry for not telling you both that this would be a side effect of the spell. In all of the hurry it escaped my mind."
I turned my eyes towards Dumbledore, he truly did look ashamed, but then again, there was that gleam and twinkle in his eye.
Snape snorts. I turn towards him curiously. He just raises one eyebrow and smirks. Gods, I wonder if he realises how exquisite he looks right now. I realise that I'm staring and turn my head back towards Dumbledore. He's giving me an inquisitive look, I should probably answer him.
"I'm feeling alright Headmaster. Just a little bit of a headache. Nothing to worry about." Dumbledore smiles at this. "Ummm.Headmaster, what are we meant to do now?" If Dumbledore's smile could get any bigger his face would split. "Well Harry, since the spell is working fantastically, I believe that it would be wise for you to go shopping and obtain some new clothes."
Well, that definitely answers my question about the spell working. "Headmaster, I don't feel anything different. Is that normal?" My gaze has turned curious. "Of course you don't Harry, that's part of the spell," he pauses, "Though it is going to be difficult dressing yourself and such if you can't see what everybody else sees." Snape snorts behind me, and I can feel my face burning up. "Don't worry though, there is one charm, which either Professor Snape or yourself can perform, to enable you both to see the glamour you."
I watch as Dumbledore walks over to his desk, and scribbles something down on a piece of parchment. He hands the piece of parchment to me. In his cursive writing it says Visum ego ipsemet. "Now all that you have to do is point your wand at yourself and say the incantation. Then you will see the 'outside' you, Harry." He beams at me. I give a weak smile back. Just terrific, but I do suppose it would be interesting to see what a female me looks like.Hmmm.
The headmaster turns to Snape, "I'll arrange for Professor Young, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher to go with you. I'm sure that you'll both need some sort of female guidance in clothes shopping," he looks at Snape, "and don't worry, we'll not be telling her the truth. I've already asked her to meet yourself and Harry in the front hall tomorrow at seven in the morning." Dumbledore looks pleased with himself. There's one thing that he missed out though.What am I going to call myself?
*~*
I watch Dumbledore smile as his little plan falls into place. There is one thing that he forgot. I can see that Potter's waiting for him to go on. Oh no boy, our dear headmaster does sometimes forget the most important things.
My voice drips with sarcasm as I survey my nails, pretending not to be really interested, "Headmaster, I hardly think that we'll be keeping this a secret if we go round calling a twenty-five year female, Harry Potter. Voldemort and his Death Eaters may be stupid, but not that stupid." I smirk as the realisation hits him. He truly did forget that. The old man's really starting to lose his touch.
Potter looks at me. I bet he didn't see that coming. I give him my trademark sneer. Heh.
Dumbledore stokes his beard and looks at Potter than me, "Well Harry what would you like to be known as?" Potter looks shocked. He probably didn't except to have to change his name, or that the reality of this has actually dawned on him yet. "Umm." he glances towards me, "I'm sorry Headmaster, but I haven't really given it much thought."
Stupid ignorant boy, I wonder if he really did think he could still just go round using his real name. Dumbledore looks towards me. As if I'd have any clue as to a female name that Potter could go by. He does have a certain French elegance about him though. A delicately to his looks. Yet he is a strong warrior.
"Jamari. Jamari Paton."
Potter's eyes widen, and his lips curve into a smile. I'm shocked with myself. I didn't realise that I had said that out loud till it had happened. Oh well. They can live with it.
Dumbledore claps his hands, "Harry, how do you like that? Jamari Paton," I snigger as Potter just nods his head. He's still looking at me, a curious expression upon his face. I wish that he would stop that. "Terrific then. You should both go along now, Harry - Jamari needs some time to settle in."
Dumbledore looks absolutely giddy as we both stand up and make our way to the door. "Harry, if you could just wait one second." I don't bother turning round, but can hear Potter's footsteps stopping. I continue out of the office and into the hallway. Jamari Paton. It certainly does have a certain ring to it.
*~*
I stop and turn back around to face Dumbledore, "Yes sir." Why he looks especially happy about something. I wonder what other wonderful news he has to tell me. Did I just hear him mumble 'what colour'? I slightly shake my head. I couldn't have.
Dumbledore proceeds to point his wand at me. Suddenly my former school robes are gone, and in their place is a form hugging, ankle length, medieval style dress. I'm in shock. What does that old man think he's doing? Dumbledore just grins and waves towards the door. "I think it's now safe for you to go out. It would have just been a bit suspicious if you were walking round in Gryffindor school robes."
I numbly walk outside his office, and proceed to make my way down the staircase. Something doesn't feel right. Apart from wearing a dress of course. Hold up.It's my shoes, it feels like my heels aren't even flat on the ground. I pull up my skirt a bit and look at my feet. Their clad in strapy high heels. And.And.And my toenails are a different colour.
"I can't believe that he painted my toenails as well!"
I hear a definite laugh coming from the bottom of the stairwell. Carefully I make my way down, still shaky in these damn shoes. Just terrific. This day just keeps on getting better and better. Damn Dumbledore. One day I'll get him back for this. As I reach the bottom stair, I loose my balance, and for the second time in one day, am heading unwittingly towards a stone floor. I close my eyes - perhaps this is just a bad dream. Heh - unlikely.
*~*
"I can't believe that he painted my toenails as well!"
I laughed. I couldn't help it. The indignity in Potter's voice was just too much. Hmm.Dumbledore does have a good sense of humour at time - but only when it's not being inflicted upon me.
I can hear a click click upon the stone stairwell; and wonder what on earth Dumbledore's done to Potter. It's bound to be good. I really wish that I did have that camera at this moment. Heh - I snigger.
The clicks are getting closer. Why doesn't the stupid boy hurry up? It's not that hard walking down stairs.But then again this is Potter, and I do seriously doubt his mental capacities. I shift from one foot to the other. That's it I'm going to call for him to get his scrawny body down here.
I whirl round to face the stairwell. And low and behold, there's Potter. Once again falling. Stupid git - he can't even stay upright. I suppose that I should catch him. Actually I really have no choice; he's heading right for me. Sigh.
*~*
Well, that's strange. Either the floor which I would suspect to be hard, cold and painful has changed into soft, strong and incredibly good smelling arm-like things, or somebody, probably Snape has caught me. I should open my eyes. Just to check.
I slowly open my eyes, and low and behold there's Snape, with his arms round my waist, holding me up. I look up into his face. Oh yes - there's the smirk. I wonder what his shirt is made of. It feels so nice on my skin.
"Well Mr. Potter, can't even walk down stairs properly. Perhaps I have been right about you abilities all of these years?" His eyes are dark and impending. My face feels hot. Oh Gods, I'm blushing. Snape's eyes travel along my body. His smirk becomes deeper. I am never going to live this down. Ever.
*~*
Hmm.Who would have thought that Potter would look good in female clothing. Dumbledore does have some good fashion taste then. I was beginning to wonder after that last Christmas staff party.
Potter's looking at me strangely again. That's going to become annoying very quickly. I won't let him know that though. "If you're able to stand again Mr. Potter, it would be wise for us to get going. We've wasted enough time by you being your usual self already." I set the boy straight on his feet, and swirled around.
*~*
Whoa. I wonder how Snape does that twirl thing. Even without his robes it's impressive. His butt looks so good in those pants. I'm staring. It doesn't matter though anymore. They don't know that I'm Harry Potter. I grin. They don't know.
"Are you coming or not?" Snape's silky voice cuts through my thoughts. He's stopped, and is waiting tapping his foot. The sound echoes through the empty corridor. I nod, and walk to catch up.
*~*
I have to restrain a grin from coming up on my face. Potter just looks so funny walking. I think that Dumbledore may have made the heels to high. The boy sort of looks like a child dressing up in his mother's clothing. Except of course, Potter's not really a boy. Not any more.
*~*
They don't know. Nobody knows. I can finally be myself.
*~*
Reviewers
Sylyanus Snape - I'm glad that you like my ideas. And as for guessing right, who knows what's going to come next. *g* The bit about Harry's age: You Want What is set in his seventh year at Hogwarts making him seventeen at the stage that I'm writing this fic. To everybody else he appears to be twenty-five, but he is still seventeen. Just thought that I should clear that up. (
ShadowWolf - I don't think that I'm mean. The suspense just makes you all stronger. ;)
ntamara - *L* We'll see about the shopping trip. You never know, Snape might just be good at clothes shopping (even if it is for female clothes). Hee.Glad that I got your attention as well. I just hope that I can keep it.
Kair - *L* Umm.Thanks. This is actually my first go at writing fanfiction, and your comment made me break out into a huge grin. ( Heh - If I feel like it I might elaborate upon the appleslash later on in the story, but only if your lucky.
Nora Charles - I haven't yet made up my mind what to do about Ron and Hermione's friendship with Harry. I suppose we'll both just have to wait and see. ;)
Slrmn82 - In character. Thank you. I really did try to make it as much like him as possible.
Kateri, scarletngrayangel, Blues and Anime Kitten - Thank you all for your lovely comments and prompting. I hope that this was up quick enough for your liking.
Notes: Visum ego ipsemet visum: to see, observe, understand, comprehend. ego: I, self. ipsemet: his own very self.
I dedicate this story to DT - For pushing and prodding me into it.
I would just love to thank everybody who reviewed my first chapter - it's you who prompted my creativity into running.
Chapter Two
I slip my wand out of my sleeve and point it at Harry. I move my lips silently, only making the lightest of sounds. Suddenly Potter falls. It seems like it's happening in slow motion. I lunge forward to try to catch him. I didn't know this was meant to happen.
*~*
I watch as Snape murmurs something under his breath. His lips move, and he points his wand towards me. I can see a rusty orange streak heading for me. I can feel it jolting into my chest - and the warmth spreading steadily all over. I see Snape lunge.
*~*
Even as I lunge forward, I know that I won't make it in time to catch the boy. He lands on the ground with a sickening thud. That can't be good.
I check his pulse. Thank the Gods that he's still breathing. Dumbledore would be very upset if I had accidentally killed his favourite student. Heh - I have a feeling that he knew the spell would affect Potter this way. Never mind, I hear his footsteps now.
The door to the office opens. I look around and see Dumbledore smiling.
"Well Severus, I'm glad to see that the spell worked correctly." So this was meant to happen.
"Severus, the spell. It's working fantastically." Dumbledore whips out his wand from his pocket, and I watch him cast several different spells upon Potter. They're ones designed to make something or someone appear as it truly is. Apparently from Dumbledore's grin and twinkle they're not working.
I look at Potter. He looks exactly the same as usual. A little bit pale. But that's probably from his fall onto the ground.
I sneer, "So what you're saying Headmaster that Mr. Potter here is actually meant to be unconscious?"
He grins. The gall of that man. It is what I suspected; he knew the whole time this was going to happen. "Now, now Severus. Harry will wake up in a few minutes. I'm afraid that this was just a slight side affect to the spell." Great. Now he's looking at me as if he expects something. What am I meant to do, gush over Potter. I snort. Hardly.
"Very well then Headmaster. We'll just wait for Mr. Potter to regain consciousness again". I move back to my seat and glance at the headmaster. He's giving me 'that' look. The one where his eyes get that twinkle and gleam but the rest of his face remains blank. That's his look for where he knows something that you don't know. How I loathe that look.
A murmur arises from the floor. It's Potter. Finally awakening. I listen to him shift upon the ground. Probably doesn't even realise that he's lying on the floor. Stupid git.
*~*
Ouch. I shift my body slightly. The warm feeling has left it, and I can feel a headache coming on. I try to sit, but the effort of lifting my head off the ground causes me to groan. Maybe I'll just lay here on the hard floor for a little while. I wonder if the spell worked. I don't feel any different. Should I feel different? I mean I'm meant to look like a woman right? Shouldn't I feel as if I have female parts?
I can hear rustling. It's coming from the left of me. I slowly open my eyes and look up towards the roof. I never noticed before that Dumbledore had various strange things hanging from it. Gee - even the roof of his office was interesting.
"Ah Harry. How are you feeling? I hope that you didn't take the fall to bad?" Dumbledore's words ring inside my ears. Moving slowly, I manage to push myself into a sitting position. "I'm terribly sorry for not telling you both that this would be a side effect of the spell. In all of the hurry it escaped my mind."
I turned my eyes towards Dumbledore, he truly did look ashamed, but then again, there was that gleam and twinkle in his eye.
Snape snorts. I turn towards him curiously. He just raises one eyebrow and smirks. Gods, I wonder if he realises how exquisite he looks right now. I realise that I'm staring and turn my head back towards Dumbledore. He's giving me an inquisitive look, I should probably answer him.
"I'm feeling alright Headmaster. Just a little bit of a headache. Nothing to worry about." Dumbledore smiles at this. "Ummm.Headmaster, what are we meant to do now?" If Dumbledore's smile could get any bigger his face would split. "Well Harry, since the spell is working fantastically, I believe that it would be wise for you to go shopping and obtain some new clothes."
Well, that definitely answers my question about the spell working. "Headmaster, I don't feel anything different. Is that normal?" My gaze has turned curious. "Of course you don't Harry, that's part of the spell," he pauses, "Though it is going to be difficult dressing yourself and such if you can't see what everybody else sees." Snape snorts behind me, and I can feel my face burning up. "Don't worry though, there is one charm, which either Professor Snape or yourself can perform, to enable you both to see the glamour you."
I watch as Dumbledore walks over to his desk, and scribbles something down on a piece of parchment. He hands the piece of parchment to me. In his cursive writing it says Visum ego ipsemet. "Now all that you have to do is point your wand at yourself and say the incantation. Then you will see the 'outside' you, Harry." He beams at me. I give a weak smile back. Just terrific, but I do suppose it would be interesting to see what a female me looks like.Hmmm.
The headmaster turns to Snape, "I'll arrange for Professor Young, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher to go with you. I'm sure that you'll both need some sort of female guidance in clothes shopping," he looks at Snape, "and don't worry, we'll not be telling her the truth. I've already asked her to meet yourself and Harry in the front hall tomorrow at seven in the morning." Dumbledore looks pleased with himself. There's one thing that he missed out though.What am I going to call myself?
*~*
I watch Dumbledore smile as his little plan falls into place. There is one thing that he forgot. I can see that Potter's waiting for him to go on. Oh no boy, our dear headmaster does sometimes forget the most important things.
My voice drips with sarcasm as I survey my nails, pretending not to be really interested, "Headmaster, I hardly think that we'll be keeping this a secret if we go round calling a twenty-five year female, Harry Potter. Voldemort and his Death Eaters may be stupid, but not that stupid." I smirk as the realisation hits him. He truly did forget that. The old man's really starting to lose his touch.
Potter looks at me. I bet he didn't see that coming. I give him my trademark sneer. Heh.
Dumbledore stokes his beard and looks at Potter than me, "Well Harry what would you like to be known as?" Potter looks shocked. He probably didn't except to have to change his name, or that the reality of this has actually dawned on him yet. "Umm." he glances towards me, "I'm sorry Headmaster, but I haven't really given it much thought."
Stupid ignorant boy, I wonder if he really did think he could still just go round using his real name. Dumbledore looks towards me. As if I'd have any clue as to a female name that Potter could go by. He does have a certain French elegance about him though. A delicately to his looks. Yet he is a strong warrior.
"Jamari. Jamari Paton."
Potter's eyes widen, and his lips curve into a smile. I'm shocked with myself. I didn't realise that I had said that out loud till it had happened. Oh well. They can live with it.
Dumbledore claps his hands, "Harry, how do you like that? Jamari Paton," I snigger as Potter just nods his head. He's still looking at me, a curious expression upon his face. I wish that he would stop that. "Terrific then. You should both go along now, Harry - Jamari needs some time to settle in."
Dumbledore looks absolutely giddy as we both stand up and make our way to the door. "Harry, if you could just wait one second." I don't bother turning round, but can hear Potter's footsteps stopping. I continue out of the office and into the hallway. Jamari Paton. It certainly does have a certain ring to it.
*~*
I stop and turn back around to face Dumbledore, "Yes sir." Why he looks especially happy about something. I wonder what other wonderful news he has to tell me. Did I just hear him mumble 'what colour'? I slightly shake my head. I couldn't have.
Dumbledore proceeds to point his wand at me. Suddenly my former school robes are gone, and in their place is a form hugging, ankle length, medieval style dress. I'm in shock. What does that old man think he's doing? Dumbledore just grins and waves towards the door. "I think it's now safe for you to go out. It would have just been a bit suspicious if you were walking round in Gryffindor school robes."
I numbly walk outside his office, and proceed to make my way down the staircase. Something doesn't feel right. Apart from wearing a dress of course. Hold up.It's my shoes, it feels like my heels aren't even flat on the ground. I pull up my skirt a bit and look at my feet. Their clad in strapy high heels. And.And.And my toenails are a different colour.
"I can't believe that he painted my toenails as well!"
I hear a definite laugh coming from the bottom of the stairwell. Carefully I make my way down, still shaky in these damn shoes. Just terrific. This day just keeps on getting better and better. Damn Dumbledore. One day I'll get him back for this. As I reach the bottom stair, I loose my balance, and for the second time in one day, am heading unwittingly towards a stone floor. I close my eyes - perhaps this is just a bad dream. Heh - unlikely.
*~*
"I can't believe that he painted my toenails as well!"
I laughed. I couldn't help it. The indignity in Potter's voice was just too much. Hmm.Dumbledore does have a good sense of humour at time - but only when it's not being inflicted upon me.
I can hear a click click upon the stone stairwell; and wonder what on earth Dumbledore's done to Potter. It's bound to be good. I really wish that I did have that camera at this moment. Heh - I snigger.
The clicks are getting closer. Why doesn't the stupid boy hurry up? It's not that hard walking down stairs.But then again this is Potter, and I do seriously doubt his mental capacities. I shift from one foot to the other. That's it I'm going to call for him to get his scrawny body down here.
I whirl round to face the stairwell. And low and behold, there's Potter. Once again falling. Stupid git - he can't even stay upright. I suppose that I should catch him. Actually I really have no choice; he's heading right for me. Sigh.
*~*
Well, that's strange. Either the floor which I would suspect to be hard, cold and painful has changed into soft, strong and incredibly good smelling arm-like things, or somebody, probably Snape has caught me. I should open my eyes. Just to check.
I slowly open my eyes, and low and behold there's Snape, with his arms round my waist, holding me up. I look up into his face. Oh yes - there's the smirk. I wonder what his shirt is made of. It feels so nice on my skin.
"Well Mr. Potter, can't even walk down stairs properly. Perhaps I have been right about you abilities all of these years?" His eyes are dark and impending. My face feels hot. Oh Gods, I'm blushing. Snape's eyes travel along my body. His smirk becomes deeper. I am never going to live this down. Ever.
*~*
Hmm.Who would have thought that Potter would look good in female clothing. Dumbledore does have some good fashion taste then. I was beginning to wonder after that last Christmas staff party.
Potter's looking at me strangely again. That's going to become annoying very quickly. I won't let him know that though. "If you're able to stand again Mr. Potter, it would be wise for us to get going. We've wasted enough time by you being your usual self already." I set the boy straight on his feet, and swirled around.
*~*
Whoa. I wonder how Snape does that twirl thing. Even without his robes it's impressive. His butt looks so good in those pants. I'm staring. It doesn't matter though anymore. They don't know that I'm Harry Potter. I grin. They don't know.
"Are you coming or not?" Snape's silky voice cuts through my thoughts. He's stopped, and is waiting tapping his foot. The sound echoes through the empty corridor. I nod, and walk to catch up.
*~*
I have to restrain a grin from coming up on my face. Potter just looks so funny walking. I think that Dumbledore may have made the heels to high. The boy sort of looks like a child dressing up in his mother's clothing. Except of course, Potter's not really a boy. Not any more.
*~*
They don't know. Nobody knows. I can finally be myself.
*~*
Reviewers
Sylyanus Snape - I'm glad that you like my ideas. And as for guessing right, who knows what's going to come next. *g* The bit about Harry's age: You Want What is set in his seventh year at Hogwarts making him seventeen at the stage that I'm writing this fic. To everybody else he appears to be twenty-five, but he is still seventeen. Just thought that I should clear that up. (
ShadowWolf - I don't think that I'm mean. The suspense just makes you all stronger. ;)
ntamara - *L* We'll see about the shopping trip. You never know, Snape might just be good at clothes shopping (even if it is for female clothes). Hee.Glad that I got your attention as well. I just hope that I can keep it.
Kair - *L* Umm.Thanks. This is actually my first go at writing fanfiction, and your comment made me break out into a huge grin. ( Heh - If I feel like it I might elaborate upon the appleslash later on in the story, but only if your lucky.
Nora Charles - I haven't yet made up my mind what to do about Ron and Hermione's friendship with Harry. I suppose we'll both just have to wait and see. ;)
Slrmn82 - In character. Thank you. I really did try to make it as much like him as possible.
Kateri, scarletngrayangel, Blues and Anime Kitten - Thank you all for your lovely comments and prompting. I hope that this was up quick enough for your liking.
Notes: Visum ego ipsemet visum: to see, observe, understand, comprehend. ego: I, self. ipsemet: his own very self.