Hermione is the first to crack her eyes open. She wills her body to move but it refuses to co-operate. All she can manage is a soft whimper of pain. Her whole body felt like it was on fire but it was her right arm that hurt the worse. She manages to get her head turned towards the unconscious Harry. "Come on Harry. Wake up" She whispers. Her throat raw from all the screaming.

Harry's eyes flutter for a brief second before they fly open. He sits up quickly but gasps in pain. He looks over at Hermione with sad, pain filled eyes. "I'm sorry" He croaks out. His throat also raw. "Maybe it was all a dream" He says hopefully as he scans the now empty building. There was no trace of Voldemort or any of his death eaters.

Hermione slowly sits up, trying to ignore the spasms of pain. She reaches up and touches her throat. She just realized that she could talk once again. "I don't think it was a..a dream Harry." She glances down at her rather revealing outfit then over at Harry's new outfit.

Harry lets his eyes drop to the dusty floor. "It was worth a try." He says trying to lighten the mood but fails miserably. "How could I've let this happen. I should of never allowed you to come with me."

Hermione narrows her eyes. "Come off your high horse, Harry. I would of came weather you allowed or not. Your all I have left and I don't intend to lose you. Not now, not ever."

The-boy-who-lived smiled, weakly. "Thank you. But I should of never allowed..." He trails off as he unconsciously reaches his left hand up and lays it over his right upper arm. The shirt sleeve had fallen down but he lifts it up, slowly. His arm was still warm and his nostrils are assaulted with the smell of burnt flesh. He resists the urge to throw up. "Oh Merlin" He says quietly. He had been praying that this part of the nightmare had not occurred. But he now see's that he was wrong.

The other teenager lets her eyes follow the movement of his hand. Her eyes widen just a bit when she see's the evil mark, seared into Harry's arm. She then reaches her own hand up to confirm that she had the identical mark now etched on her delicate skin. She was not disappointed. "What are we going to do, Harry? We can't go back."

The pain in Harry's body soon fades to a dull ache, which was centrally located near the new mark, and he is able to push himself up and onto his feet. "I haven't got a clue, Mione. I just wanted time to sort out my feeling. I never expected anything like this to happen." He shakes his head slowly. "But your right. We can't go back. Not yet. We need to first get out of here."

Hermione nods and pushes herself up once her own pains dies away. "What about all the people out looking for us. Our only worry before was how much trouble were we going to be in once we got back to Hogwarts. Now we have to worry about facing a prison sentence in Azkaban. Getting out of here will be easy but how do we stay hid?"

Harry strokes his chin in thought. "We can easily change our appearances, that is, if we could use our wands. They will surely be traced. Unless we go the muggle route."

Hermione shakes her head. "I know several charms that we can use that are untraceable. They made you inherited the opposite traits. Take me for an example. I look more like my mother than father so by using this particular charm I would look more like my father instead of my mother. Understand?"

The black haired boy blinks. "So you mean since I look like my father...I would in turn switch and look more like my mother?"

Hermione nods. "Yes. So do you want me to try it? It's really your decision."

Harry takes a deep breath and lets it out. "Ok then. This is the only way that we can stay safe until we can figure something out." He gives Hermione a shaky smile.

She smiles in return and takes out her wand, thankful that Voldemort didn't have it removed. She concentrates on Harry and begins to mumble a series of funny sounding words. She flips her wrist and watches as Harry transforms before her eyes. She lowers the wand and admires her work. "Not bad." Hermione says more to herself than to Harry.

In the place of the black haired, green eyed scrawny boy now stood a red haired, browned eyed young man. His hair hangs loosely down past his shoulders. It also lost it's unmanageable quality. Harry grins at Hermione. "So you like what you see?" He asks, teasingly.

Hermione can't help but blush. She thought Harry was cute before but now he was stunningly handsome. "My turn." She says quickly as she turns the wand on herself and repeats the process. Her curly hair soon straightens out and her cinnamon brown eyes fade to a misty blue. Not only was her hair now straight it was also a light brown almost dirty blonde color. They both looked completely different. "How do I look?" She asks, timidly. Her voice had softened and became more sensual.

Harry stands there with his mouth agape. She looked even more beautiful than before. "You look superb, fabulous and even delicious." He says with a hearty chuckle. Even his voice had changed. His voice now had a air of confidence around it. Something that he didn't have before. "Come on, then. We need to get moving." He glances out a nearby window and lets out a small sigh when he see's the sun is still up. "At least we have the advantage of daylight at the moment. Hopefully we can find someplace to say before night falls." He rolls down his shirt sleeve and precedes to brush his all black outfit off. He offers his hand to Hermione as he moves towards what he hopes is the exit.

Hermione takes his offered hand after brushing her own outfit off. She still didn't like the fact that it didn't leave must room for the imagination but it didn't bother as much now as it did before. She smiles at him as they both step out into the light of day.