Author's Note: Sorry this took longer than I said it would. As I was going over this chapter I noticed that I had changed a lot of things in the previous chapter which threw this chapter completely out of sync with the story. I had to spend a lot more time than I had originally planned to fix it. It should be fine now!

In the beginning of this chapter Harry will have masculine pronouns until he sees his reflection in female form for the first time. After that, female form will have feminine pronouns and male form will have masculine pronouns. Sorry if this confuses you, it's the only way I could think of to make the switch! eNJOY! Please read and review.

Harry Potter and the Legendary Accursed Grounds

Chapter 4 Harry's Deal.

Harry could see Snape's eyes widen briefly in surprise before returning to their usual beady slits. Snape approached his desk. He cocked his head to the side and smirked at Hermione. "Hm. It seems Miss Granger has been able to brew a working Jusenkyo potion." He looked at Harry. "Yes, from the looks of it, I'd say it's a Nyanniichuan."

"A what?" Harry asked confused.

Snape's smirk darkened. "A Nyanniichuan. A Spring of Drowned Girl."

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Silence followed this statement.

"A what?" Harry repeated. He was sure he had misheard. This had to be some sort of sick joke.

Snape frowned at him. "I know that you are slow Mr. Potter, but this is borderline Troll." He moved over to the cabinet and repaired the glass doors.

Harry looked at himself in the newly repaired cabinet glass. Instead of a boy with dark messy hair and green eyes, he saw a girl with dark red hair that rested around her shoulders. Her face was rounder and her eyes a softer green. Harry stared at her reflection. He felt his chest. Instead of hard muscle there were two small soft mounds. He froze. Snape was right. Harry had been exposed to a potion that had instantly changed his gender.

"You can grope yourself later, Potter. Right now I need to clean up my classroom and see what in Merlin's bread just happened."

Harry's face went hot and her arms fall limply to her sides. "Yes sir," she said in a small voice. She slowly walked over to Hermione staring at her small slim hands. Harry hadn't noticed any difference in movement but now as she stood next to Hermione she noticed that she reached up to Hermione's chin. She was shorter!

Hermione still had her hands over her mouth. She turned toward Snape. "How could this have happened? I didn't put anything in the cauldron to change it into a spring," she insisted.

"I am trying to figure that out." Snape leveled Hermione's cauldron onto his desk. He put on a fresh pair of dragon hide gloves and pulled out from his robes a dipstick. He carefully placed the stick in the center of the cauldron where it stayed up on its own accord. It looked like a kitchen thermometer except instead of temperature markers. There were small initials Harry guessed were abbreviations for the potion's ingredients. Nobody looked at each other; all three pairs of eyes were starring at the center of the cauldron.

"Ah it is just as I thought," Snape commented to himself. Without explaining himself he plunged his gloved hand into the cauldron...and pulled out a single hair. It was long and wavy and it was clear to everyone that the hair that had once belonged to Hermione's head.

"A hair?" Harry asked. "A hair was all it took for the Junsekyo potion to change me?"

"Well it seems that Miss Granger was unsuccessful in making a Jusenkyo potion after all. If you remember the lesson previous to today you would know that a hair is not enough to activate the potion. What Miss Granger has done is a semi-transformation."

"But can't you just make a spring of drowned man?" Harry asked stunned.

"It is not that simple. . ." Snape started to explain.

"Why?" Harry blurted out.

"Your transformation is too fresh in your system. If you were to be doused in a Spring of Drowned Man now the magical properties in the two Jusenkyo potions would mix together instead of cancel out. You would be half male and half female at the same time whenever you were hit with cold water."

An image of a freak show poster Uncle Vernon bought for Dudley when they visited the circus a few years back came into Harry's head. On the poster there was a person who was dressed as a Bride and Groom. Harry stood there looking blankly at Snape. "Are you telling me that I am stuck this way forever?" She asked slowly.

"No. There is hope. A small hope that you can be cured."

"How, Professor?" Hermione asked hurriedly. Both Snape and Harry jumped at the sound of her voice, they both had forgotten that she was still in the room.

"The longer you stay in you female form the faster the potion's potency takes affect when the potion has been completely absorbed into you body, then it will be safe for you to use a completed Drowned Spring again."

"How long will he…she...Harry have to stay this way?" Hermione said tripping over her words.

"I don't know. It could be a day, a month, a year or even five years before the potion takes affect. " Snape seemed delighted at the thought of Harry's misery lasting five years. "The longer the better."

"When will we know that the potion has completely bonded with Harry's body?"

"When dousing her with hot doesn't change her back." Snape said simply.

"Can I change now?" Harry broke in. "Can hot water change me back?"

"In theory yes."

"Then why can't I change back now?" Harry asked knowing the answer. "Never mind." she said losing her patience.

There was an uncomfortable silence as the school bell rang over the grounds calling the late to class.

"Oh, we have to get to our next class, sir"

Snape looked at her for a long moment. As if deciding something, the potions master went behind his desk, pulled out a piece of discarded parchment and a long feathered quill. He sat down in his chair and began to write. Miss Granger, give this to Professor Flickwick. It will excuse Mr. Potter from your next class as well as explain why you were late." He tapped the end of it and the note sealed itself before he thrust it into her shocked hands.

"Yes Professor." Hermione replied gaining her bearing. Not stop to reply Snape tore another piece of parchment and began writing furiously again. Hermione gathered her school bag and headed for the door. When Hermione tried to open the door it didn't move. "Professor, the door is struck."

Harry walked over and tried to open it. The handle did not budge. "She's right, it won't move."

"Of course it won't." Snape explained without interrupting his quill. "It's one of the safety measures installed some years ago. The door will seal when there is an accident in order to contain the accident."

"Yes, I remember reading about that somewhere."

"Perhaps in Potions year one?" Snape asked snidely.

Hermione didn't reply preferring to stare at the door.

Harry noticed the he could hear a group of students standing just outside the doorway chattering about not being able to enter.

"It's like the door has sealed itself shut or something." A girl said.

"Maybe somethin's jammin' the door." A boy supplied.

"You should try a severing charm." another boy suggested.

"Yeah right, and have the professor catch me doing magic in the halls?" The boy from before replied.

"How are we going to get out?" Harry interjected.

Snape had stopped writing, briskly walked over and turning the knob, opened the door wide. None of the students moved. Snape was blocking the doorway. "There's been a lab accident. I am cancelling class today. Instead re-read chapter twelve and thirteen for next class and write an essay about the key points of lab safety. Be prepared to talk about the key points. That is all."

The students left without complaint.

"Granger, isn't there somewhere you need to be now?" Snape asked removing himself from the threshold.

"Yes, sir." She said to Harry going closer to the door. "I am really sorry, Harry."

Harry looked over to her and nodded. Harry knew that Hermione was sorry, but she suddenly felt drained and didn't feel like answering her best friend.

"As for you Potter I suggest that you go to your common room and wait there until further instructions. Here is a pass allowing you to walk the halls incase you should be stopped."

"Er, thank you sir." Harry said numbly as she gathered her things.

Harry hurried up to the Gryffindor Tower. She didn't want to think about what would happen if the whole school knew, she shuddered at the thought of what the Daily Prophet would do about her new form. When she reached the Boys' Dormitory she placed a silencing charm on the room and screamed. After a few minutes her voice grew sore from venting out her rage and nervousness she disarmed the silencing spell and paced around the room worrying about what to do next. She had to tell Ron as soon as possible. She wondered about Ron's reaction. What was worse than how Ron was going to react was the fact that Harry now had to rely on Snape's potion-making abilities to turn her back into a him permanently. Harry felt ill, she remembered how disgusted she had felt when she realized that Snape brewed a potion for Remus Lupin, their Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, she now understood the dependency that she had with Snape.

She continued to pace the room, a thousand questions running through her mind. How long am I going to be stuck in this form? Did I have to move into the Girls' Dormitory until Snape made the antidote? It wasn't until she heard foot steps getting louder to the dorm that she stopped listening to see if it was a boy from her dorm. The steps slowed as they sounded closer to the door. Someone was walking into the Dormitory. Harry dove onto her bed and covered herself up. As an afterthought she placed her glasses on her night stand and ruffled up her hair to look more convincing.

Looking from a small hole in the top blanket, Harry saw Seamus and Dean walk in followed by Neville. She heard a bored croak from Trevor; she looked up and saw Neville standing in front of her bed. She played the movement off as an unconscious position change hoping that Neville would take the hint and leave her alone.

"Harry?" Neville asked softly.

Harry wasn't going to respond, but when Neville shook her shoulder. She pretended that she was waking up. "Yeah?" She sat up slowly, keeping the covers over her body, particularly her chest, as much as she could.

"Are you okay you weren't in class all day? You even missed lunch,but the teachers didn't seem to notice."

"I know I wasn't feeling too good. So I thought I would lay in bed for a while. I've been excused."

"Oh right, I thought so." Neville replied nervouly.

"Thanks for worrying about me but I am fine. I just need some more rest. You go on to your next class."

"Your voice seems different Harry, and your hair's all red!"

"Oh, this? It's an after effect of the potion" Harry said clearing her throat she forced her voice to sound deeper. "I'll visit Madame Pomfrey tomorrow." Harry added assuring him when Neville's eyes widened in worry. "So what's up?"

"I'm sorry to wake you, but I feel absolutely horrible and I wanted to say that I am really sorry for what happened today in class." He sat down on the bed. "I mean I know that I'm clumsy and stuff especially in potions, but that doesn't excuse the fact that it's my fault that this has happened."

Oh no, how did Neville find out? Did he figure it out on his own? If Neville could figure it out, how long do I have until everyone else found out? Harry panicked "No, it's not your fault, well it is mostly your fault, but I don't blame you for what's happened to me."

"Thanks Harry, but I don't think it's fair what Snape did."

Snape told him? Harry thought angrily.

"I mean giving you a detention after all that."

"What!" Harry shrieked.

"Yeah," Neville cupped his toad in his hand and looked down at the floor. "He said you'd be serving detention with me because of all the ingredients that were wasted on you when I knocked them over." He said softly.

Harry smiled relieved. "Don't worry about it. You know Snape's a prat he gives me detention for breathing in his direction. Besides I wouldn't be lonely, I'll have you to keep me company." Harry gave what she thought was an encouraging smile.

Neville smiled back. Harry was glad that Neville hadn't discovered her real problem. Trevor gave a sleepy croak that looked an awful a lot like a yawn.

"What are we doing anyway?" Harry asked trying to suppress a yawn.

"He didn't say." Neville lowered his voice. "I overheard Malfoy talking about detentions that Snape had given in the past. You don't think he'll make us take poisons to test the fourth years antidotes do you? I don't want to be poisoned!"

"I don't think so. He can't intentionally put students' lives at risk." Harry frowned. She knew what kind of detention Snape preferred. "No, I bet he'll spend all night thinking of a really horrible chore for us to do." Harry watched Neville's face fall.

"Don't worry it can't be too bad, we'll make a game out of it. "She looked over to where Dean was showing Seamus an article from a sports magazine. A thought suddenly struck her. "How about whoever finishes whatever nasty task Snape sets up for us last, that person will have to buy the other a case of Butterbeer on the next visit to Hogsmeade." Harry stretched out her hand. "Deal?"

"Deal." Neville took her hand. "You're a good guy you know?"

"Er, Thanks."

Neville stood up and went over to his own bed to exchange . "Goodnight Harry."

Harry turned away from him and lay back down. "Night Neville." She mumbled.

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