Hey everyone,
This chapter is mostly going to be recap of the last three, but then with a few twists here and there as Jillian – yes, I decided to just go there now that we have reached this chapter – will be giving her personal opinion on everything that Albus, Severus, Cornelius and Sirius have decided on. Man, all those names end on "us".
Merry Christmas,

Venquine1990
PS. There is a chance I might mix up Jillian from this story with Jessica from To Read and To View. If you spot this mishap, please let me know. Sorry in advance.

Chapter 04
I Am A Girl Now

1st of November 1994
Hospital Wing, Hogwarts
Jillian's POV

I have never been in more pain my entire life. Even the Basilisk poison of a few years back and the curses, spells and hexes that hit me last night didn't hurt as bad as my body does right now and to my shocked horror does it take my endurance levels only a few minutes after my consciousness returns to me before I start moaning.
"Did the change actually lower my endurance levels? What was I thinking? Oh right, I wanted to die in such a way it wouldn't become a media craze for months to come. So, is it a good thing that the twins managed to save and stabilize me or not?" Goes through my mind before the pain nearly becomes too much for me.
But then sweet relief appears to me as I hear Madam Pomfrey approaching and she says: "Good morning, Mss. Potter. Seems Albus was right. Your endurance levels have been reduced back to zero, making the pain caused to you last night be several times worse. Don't worry, sweet little one, I have a Pain Reliever right here."

And while I want to start screaming in pain, do I just moan in grateful relief. And yet when Madam Pomfrey puts the potion to my lips, do I screw up my eyes before getting a new reason to scream in pain as I drink the potion before moaning: "Madam Pomfrey please, lower the blinds. It's too light. My eyes hurt."
And the woman waves her wand, but when she asks: "There, is that better dear?" Do I shake my head as the light is still hurtfully strong against my closed eyelids and the woman hums before she says: "Just let me know when it stops hurting." And to my relief do I notice her darkening the room more and more and more.
Finally after a good two minutes, do I moan in relief as the pressure of the light is no longer painful to my lids and I mumble: "Thank you, Madam Pomfrey." Only to get shocked when she says: "I stopped a minute ago, dear. I just summoned a night mask and put it around your eyes. I had to or my Hospital would be too dark for me to work."

"But – but how? How did my eyesight get so bad? My eyes were the only things they didn't attack." I mutter shocked and Madam Pomfrey sighs as she says: "I can only imagine that Albus forgot to take off your glasses before he changed you. Such things can muck up the enchantment. Don't worry, dear, I know an optician expert."
But this does make me whiten and I say: "Madam Pomfrey, my fame." And the woman gasps before she lies a hand just above my shoulder, but low enough that I can feel it being put there as she says: "Don't worry, dear, this expert is a good friend of mine. He has been keeping secrets of my patients for as long as I've known him."

This makes me sigh relieved and I ask: "How long do you think it will take before the media will get wind of this?" And in answer to this question do I get a new shock as I actually hear Sirius' voice say: "Albus will be taking care of all that, little one as well as take responsibility for any backslashes alongside Lady Hogwarts."
But I don't pay attention to the answer and only ask: "Sirius, what are you doing here? Why aren't you in your dog form? Surely you realize that –." But then I feel Sirius do the same as Madam Pomfrey did earlier and he says: "Little one, don't worry about it. Albus managed to make sure I am on probation and will soon be freed.
It all happened after you vowed that Snape's life debt to your family has been repaid. They're just waiting for Lady Hogwarts to find something I can do to prove I have earned my probation. So don't worry about me, just focus on getting better. You took a beating similar to a skirmish with a Death Eater last night and that worries me."
At this I want to press my hands down on the bed so I can push myself up, but just putting pressure on my arms is enough to make me moan in pain and instantly Sirius says: "Don't even think of it, young lady. Your body has become a dozen times weaker since your change and it is not helping your healing process.

Which is what you need to focus on. Here, I'll ask Poppy if she'll put spells on your bed to have it adjust to when you want to sit up or something." And I smile at the man – or at least try to as the pain in my neck makes me work hard to hold back a moan and because I am not entirely sure on which side of my bed he's standing.
I then feel his hand softly going over my skin – or at least feel it going over the parts of my skin that aren't covered in bandages – and while at the bandaged parts it would have hurt, do I moan in delight at how soft and gentle his touch feels to my still unblemished skin. "Everything will work out, little one, I promise."
And yet then we both get shocked when a chorus of voices says: "And so do we!" And I try to crane my neck in the direction of their voices, but this makes me cringe in pain and I ask: "Wait. Fred? George? Girls?" And I hear five pair of footsteps get closer before Angelina's voice says: "We're here, sweetie, and we know, Mr. Black."

This makes both Sirius and I sigh in relief before Katie asks: "What's with the night mask?" And I sigh as I say: "Professor Dumbledore forgot to take off my glasses when he changed me. My eyesight is completely ruined and Madam Pomfrey needs to make the Hospital Wing too dark for her to work in if I want to take it off.
She's calling an Optician as we speak." At this the girls hum to let me know that they understand before Katie says: "Oh, by the way, we took your trunk with us. We were hoping someone here could cast the same spell on your clothes as Dumbledore did on you. You are going to need more gender appropriate cloths, after all."
This makes me smile at them and I say: "Thanks girls. And you're right, I will. Especially seeing as how I probably won't be getting out of here anytime soon or get a chance to go shopping." And to this I hear Madam Pomfrey say: "You can be assured of that, young lady. I doubt you will be leaving here before the end of the week."
At this I would have groaned, had it not been for the level of pain I had been in before the Pain Relief was helped down my throat and instead I just sigh and let my body sink a little deeper into the bed before I say: "You know, I really can't wait for that optician to heal my eyes. I want to know what I look like now, like really bad."

At this the others laugh and Madam Pomfrey says: "Don't worry about it, Mss. Potter. My friend will be here any minute now and he hasn't had any client yet that he hasn't been able to help. And some people had worse eye injuries than you do." This makes me sigh in relief and I ask: "And Sirius? Did you tell him of that?"
And the woman confirms this before I hear Alicia asks: "Madam Pomfrey, are you any good with gender changing spells? You know, to make our friend's clothes more female?" But the matron gives a negative answer to this before a familiar ancient voice says: "Then perhaps, I can be of help with that, Mss. Spinnet."
And I smile as I hear the heeled boots of Professor Dumbledore come over and Sirius asks: "How did breakfast go?" And the man answers: "Lady Hogwarts has given the attackers a very just punishment and she even caught the person who put your godchild's name in the Goblet. Oh and sweetie, you're a Champion no more."
This shocks me and I ask: "What? But – I thought the contract was unbreakable. How did that happen?" And the man's voice turns grave as he says: "Your near-death experience combined with you having changed gender and your magical signature. Your death voided the contract, which didn't recognize your reborn core."

This really shocks and amazes me, but then I burst out laughing and ask: "So those bastards were furious at the thought of me having done something I didn't do and then their actions make it so that what they thought I did gets undone? Oh sweet Merlin, now that is just pure irony." And I laugh a little more before sighing in relief.
"Yes, it really is amazing how their horrible actions made sure that you didn't have to do anything you didn't want to, but for now you shouldn't concern yourself with that. Your main priorities are your health, getting used to your new gender and getting back to being yourself. And perhaps think of a new name, my dear?"
At this I gasp as I didn't even think of that after being revived last night and I smile as I say: "I'll think of something, sir. I promise." And the man makes a confirmative sound before a new voice makes me tense as a posh voice asks: "Now Poppy dear, where is my darling new client?" And a new pair of shoes approach my bed.

"Oh my, aren't you just an outright beauty? I can only imagine how many marriage contracts your family must be getting on a daily basis. Whew, do hope one of these handsome lads here is keeping the nastier ones away from you, you gorgeous beauty, you." The voice gushes as he seems to have spotted me before he goes on:
"Poppy, you naughty matron, you. You know I prefer it if you tell me the looks of my clients, so I can adjust their potential requirements to their looks, such as glasses and night masks. Oh and speaking of which, why is my darling new client wearing one anyway? Something wrong with the lighting? Come on, give me details?"
And his behavior, even if I can't see it, actually shocks and astounds me as I can barely believe anyone can behave like this before Madam Pomfrey says: "I didn't tell you, Omar, because I didn't feel comfortable telling you just who your client is when on the floo. This is Mss. Potter, she's had a gender change just last night."

And the man gasps as he asks: "What on earth would make her want to do a thing like that? I mean, not that she doesn't look absolutely fabulous, but I just can't picture it. What brought this forth? Please, please Poppy, you have to tell me." And by now I am wondering if the man wouldn't be better suited as a gossip journalist.
"What happened is that our brother went too far with his beliefs and his stupidity." One of the twins then says and the other growls: "And that those assets of him almost cost our best friend his life." And then Katie goes on: "Only she didn't want to die and cause a media storm, so she had the Headmaster change her gender."
At this the optician hums and says: "I see. And I assume that precious old Dumbledore kept poor little Mss. Potter's glasses on while doing this? Yes, yes, I can see what is wrong here now. Let me do a quick scan and then I can get to work on the healing materials. Though problems like this won't solve themselves right quick, I'm afraid."

At which I sigh and ask: "I'll be wearing this night mask for a while, won't I?" To which the man answers: "I'm afraid so, though I will change the looks a little to fit your gorgeous beauty a bit more. Though that will have to wait till later. It's scanning time." And with that do I sense the man coming to stand by my pillow.
"Be careful, Omar. Mss. Potter has had her endurance levels reduced to zero and she is still recovering from the attack she suffered last night. Make sure your touch is as gentle as possible." Madam Pomfrey then tells the man and he asks: "Don't I always, Poppy dearest." And the giggle that escapes her assures me of this.
I then feel the man's hand gently lie itself on a part of my forehead that isn't covered in bandages and feel his presence lean over me. At the same time I can almost feel a strange wind blowing against my mask and I realize it must be his wand waving over my eyes and scanning them. At this I lie perfectly still and wait patiently.

The hand vanishes after a few minutes and so does the leaning presence and I hear the man hum as he must be going over the results of his scan before he says: "Well, you weren't wrong, Poppy. Mss. Potter's eyesight really is quite horrible right now. Her Cornea, lens and pupil are completely messed up and will take some time to heal.
Luckily enough, I do have the right materials to make products that can help her heal and according to my stats, there are even a few methods. One is a pair of natural glasses, but those will take a year before they have fully fixed her eyesight. The other is a pair of sunglasses, which, due to their shading, reduces that time to three months.

However, both sets will need to be enchanted to make sure only she herself and those she trusts can take them off and they can't come off unless she already has her mask on, which will need the same protective enchantments. Seeing last night's attack and all that." The man ends his explanation and Dumbledore says:
"You work on the glasses, Mr. Saph. I will ensure that they have the proper protective enchantments when they are finished. My dear girl, would you rather have sunglasses or regular?" And I answer: "Sunglasses. The less I have to be blinded by a night mask, the better. Mr. Saph, when will my new glasses be ready?"
"Tomorrow, my dear. I promise. Now, I got to get back to my shop to get it all put together, but before I go, I need to know one quick thing. And I'm sorry, deary, but you're better off out cold for that." This instantly sets my worries on top level and Dumbledore asks: "Why?" And the answer the man gives me calms me down:

"I need to see her eye-color, of course. So I know what color the sunglasses will be. I may be an optician, but I do have a strong sense for style and fashion." And everyone around me sighs in relief before I say: "I guess fitting my new clothes will have to wait. Mr. Saph, whenever you're ready. I feel I can use a nap."
And instantly Madam Pomfrey is at my side as she says: "Here you go, dear. I had the students make a Dreamless sleep potion that, amazingly enough, lacks the ingredients that make the draught easily addictive. Have some rest." And I happily gulp down the potion, my body having gone through too many shocks in one morning.

Later that day

I groan as I feel my body returning to the land of the conscious and the living and want to open my eyes when I feel a strange form of pressure on them. And while this worries me at first, do I then remember the night mask Madam Pomfrey gave me and I sigh in relief, letting go of the tension that came with my earlier worries.
"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" I then suddenly hear someone ask and mutter: "Well rested, but – I was worried for a second. When I couldn't open my eyes because of the mask." And I hear Sirius hum in agreement before he asks: "Want to know what Mr. Saph found out?" And instantly ask: "Did I lose mum's eyes?"
To which the man asks: "A little. You now have specks of hazel brown in them. And I have to admit, sweetie, you definitely look a much better mix between Lily and James now, though with a hint of your grandmother Dorea too. You have her cheekbones and her thin body structure. Mr. Saph sure wasn't kidding when he called you gorgeous."

This makes me turn really red and I ask: "You think the twins are going to do as he suggested?" To which the man says: "I already warned them what would happen if they didn't. Oh, and apparently they managed to find something on which they can base my new probation, though I did get to set down a few conditions."
Instantly I feel curious, excited and concerned and I ask: "What? What did they find?" And Sirius lies his hand back where it was before as he says: "Calm yourself, sweetie, it's fine. They just appointed me the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Turned out Moody was being impersonated. He's here now too."
And this really makes me want to try and sit up, but then Sirius moves his hand down and says: "Don't even think about it. Your body is still way too weak for sitting up like that. Here, let me." And I actually feel the head part of my bed start to tilt itself until I feel like leaning back against the comfy backrest of a chair or couch.

"Poppy did as I said, felt it would be a good way to help your body heal without putting it through unnecessary strain." Sirius tells me and I ask: "So, wait. It was this – this imposter who put my name in the Goblet?" And Sirius hums in acknowledgment before I ask: "What were your conditions?" And the man happily tells me:
"My contract only lasts until the last school day before the exams, but can be restarted in the following year if I feel like it and I am allowed to drop any potential class if I get a feel or belief that you are in need of me. Old Fudge and Albus were actually quite shocked that that was all I asked for, but it's the only stuff that matters to me.
With the first condition I might just evade that damned curse that is on the job and the second only further proves that I have a good heart, which will appeal to the public. Though that was more a benefit in Fudge's eyes than mine. I just don't want to risk the chance that I might not be there for you when you need me."

This makes me feel teary eyed, which kind of hurts as blinking them away stings my eyes, but then Sirius suddenly changes the subject and says: "Oh, and Albus changed your clothes while you were sleeping. He also really needed to cast quite a few permanent shrinking charms. Why did you have so many tents for clothes anyway?"
At this I sigh and say: "Because they're Dudley's –." Only to gasp as a new realization makes fear overwhelm me with its intensity and I whisper: "The Dursleys." But then Sirius softly grabs both my shoulders and says: "I already talked to Albus, sweetie, and we agreed that this change might be a bit too much for them to swallow."
And instantly I feel my fear receding as I ask: "So – I'm not going back?" To which Sirius moves his head near my ear and whispers: "I didn't say this to Albus in our talk, but if all goes according to plan, Fudge will have an adoption form joining my release papers by the end of the year. You'll be my daughter, sweetie, and you'll live with me."
And instantly the need to wrap my arms around the man overwhelms me, only for me to scream in pain as jolts of pain spring through my arms, making Sirius curse as he pulls back and starts to apologize, Madam Pomfrey's shoes sounding to rush over and the matron asking: "What happened?" To which Sirius curses and says:

"I enticed her. I told her of my plans for when I get released and didn't think of how strong she would try to physically react to it." And while I hear nothing over my whimpering, do I just know that Madam Pomfrey is glaring at the man before she puts another bottle to my lips and says: "Here you go, dear, another Pain-Reliever."
And while part of me wonders for how much longer I am going to have to swallow these nasty concoctions, do I still feel immensely grateful as I gulp down the draught and then gasp in relief as the magic of the draught instantly calms down my inflamed nerves and I lean back against the softness of my pillow and bed.
"Poppy, I thought she was allergic to that." Sirius then says, but the woman states back: "There's been enough time between them. As long as she takes them with several hours between, her allergy won't act up. Don't worry, Sirius, I know how to do this." And even with my eye mask on, do I know the man is smiling guiltily.

I then feel the bed starting to go back to being flat, but I stop this and say: "Wait, I want to try out one of my new clothes first, please.""Are you sure about that, dear?" And I nod as I say: "Yes, I am. The Potion is working and will make it less painful if I have to move my arms to put on a shirt or something. Please Madam Pomfrey."
And the matron sighs before she says: "I'll get the girls in here. But I do want you to move as little as possible and let the girls use Mobilicorpus where possible, understand?" I nod and a few minutes later four pairs of feet approach me before I hear something heavy and wooden hitting the ground near the foot of my bed.
"Hey girlfriend, hope you don't mind, but we added a few things to your wardrobe. Just a single sample of each kind of cloth that sets female clothes apart from male. You know, tops with spaghetti straps, tops with a single strap, tops with two straps, shirts with short sleeves, shirts with long sleeves and of course dresses and skirts."
And while I can barely believe that there could be so many differences between the design of shirts, do I still smile at where I can hear Angelina's voice coming from and then Alicia says: "Ehm, Mr. Black, you better leave. We're going to help your goddaughter learn how to put things on like a bra and –." And instantly the man says:

"Have fun." Before I hear his footsteps hurrying away, making me giggle before I ask: "Is there really a certain method to putting on a bra?" And Katie says: "Yes, and explaining it is going to make it sound really strange, so we will just talk you through it step by step, okay?" And I happily nod before the girls move over.
I then feel a wave of magic pull me off the tilted bed a little and hear Alicia speak as I feel someone vanish my hospital top and the girl says: "Okay, so the first thing you do – and this is also the strangest part of it – is to put the bra upside down and to put the front of the cups against your back." And I actually feel her doing so.
This really confuses me and I ask: "Why do it like that?" And the girl answers: "So you can have the clasps on your front and close your bra properly. Now, going by your waist size, you need to always put it on the second set of rings and clasps. Here, put your hands where you feel mine." And I strain myself to do so.
The Pain Reliever definitely helps keep my nerves from screaming and keeps them under a strong sedated sense of magic, but I still moan and whimper a little as I feel my fingers touch hers as well as touch a set of two tiny metal rings and two metal clasps and once I feel assured I have the feeling memorized, do I drop my arms again.

"Sorry about that. Anyway, once the claps are closed, you turn the bra back around and then it's just a matter of pulling the cups up and putting the straps on your shoulders. And adjusting the size of the straps, so they properly support your bra without feeling too tight, of course." And I feel her turning the bra around to my front.
"Alicia, can you please use Mobilicorpus on my arms. I – I don't think I can take lifting them a second time." I whisper at her and to my relief does the girl do as asked, my arms feeling even more numb thanks to her spell cast and making it so that I feel barely no pain at all as she helps me pull my arms through the straps.
The girl then moves over to my back and seems to adjust the straps, yet it's not the straps that are currently causing me to feel uncomfortable as I ask: "Hey girls, do – eh – do any of you know size-increasing spells. It's just – eh – this bra is so tight against my chest, I can – eh – barely even breath. It kind of hurts."

And the girls seem to cringe – or I can only imagine that is what they do – before Katie says: "Sorry about that one, girlfriend. We just changed a few of the shirts we were planning to replace with new ones into basic sized bras. We really should have changed them before we put them on, but we didn't want to make them too big."
This makes me smile at them and then I sigh in relief as the pressure against my chest, which I can only assume is due to both the bra and the actual size of my own breasts, lessens considerably. "There, that should make it so you don't feel the pressure, but that your bra still supports the weight and you don't get hanging tits."

And this again makes me turn red before I ask: "So, shirts now?" But then Angelina says: "Not quite yet. I know you were only just getting into discovering girls and all when you were Harry, but there is one other piece of clothing that sets us apart, you know." This confuses me and I ask: "Really? What else is there?"
And the girl makes me feel heavily embarrassed as she says: "The different kinds of underwear. Girls actually get to wear four different kinds of briefs and three different kinds of panties. Though I really wouldn't wear the third just yet." Yet even though Angelina says this, do I still hear her and the other girls giggle scandalously afterwards.
And instantly I retort: "I'd rather just start with a basic set of briefs, if you don't mind?" To which the girls asks: "You really don't want to at least try out a pair of panties?" To which I sigh and say: "I'm not sure the Pain Reliever will work long enough for that and me putting on a new outfit." To which they hum in understanding.
"Tomorrow then, okay?" And I nod, feeling relieved that they're not trying to overwhelm me too much all at the same time and with a bit of help of Alicia and another Mobilicorpus, do I feel a pair of simple briefs being put on my hips, yet the sense of there not being anything pressing against the fabric really is strange.

"I really have a female body now, don't I?" I whisper to myself and Angelina asks: "Guess not feeling a penis really brings it home, doesn't it girlfriend?" And while I turn red again at her bold language, do I nod before a male voice asks: "How are doing, girls?" And Katie says: "She's almost ready, Mr. Black, just a little more."
I then somehow manage to hear that she has turned back to me and she says: "Okay, sweetheart. Because we only have so long until the Pain Reliever wears off, let's just go easy and put you in a dress, okay?" And while I now really wish that I had my sunglasses already, do I nod in grateful agreement with her.
I then feel Angelina casting the Mobilicorpus to pull my whole body off the bed before another spell makes my arms rise above my head and after this, I feel a soft, silky kind of fabric with a flowy kind of feel to it fall down my arms.
The dress itself sets itself around my body from my shoulders down to halfway up my upper legs and then the two spells slowly get undone, allowing me to sink back into the bed once more. And the first thing I notice is that the dress flows around my legs, but that the only fabric between my legs is my new pair of briefs.

"Wait, you girls always walk around without feeling any fabric surrounding your legs? How?" I ask shocked and the girls giggle as Katie say: "Trust me, it may feel strange now, but once you start walking, it will feel divine. Though we did add a little weight charm to the bottom to keep it from being blown up your hips."
And instantly I ask: "THAT HAPPENS!" Shocked and horrified and Angelina sounds angered as she says: "You're a really gorgeous young lady, sweetie, and there are jerks here at Hogwarts who take that as an excuse to cause things like that to happen. You know what they say, some men like a nice face, some like nice, long legs.
And you, girlfriend, have them both in spades." This makes me turn red in mortification and I moan: "Girls, please! Do me a favor and have the twins hire Neville. I know they're my bodyguards and all, but they're not in my year, you know?" And the three hum to acknowledge my request, making me feel a dozen times better.

"I'll go get your godfather. Oh and sweetie, have you thought of a name yet?" I hear Alicia ask and I smile as I say: "Yes, I did. And it may sound strange, but I am going to base it on the symbolism of last night." This causes the girls to let out sounds of confusion and when I ask: "Alicia, can you get Sirius and the twins?"
And when I hear many chairs scrape the floor close to my bed, do I say: "I did some thinking and I decided on a new name for my new form and life." The others all hum and I say: "As you know, last night was Halloween and last night now marks the second time that someone I hold very dear saved my life on that very night."
At this I just know the twins are sharing a proud smile with each other and I say: "Because of that, did I decide that I want to base my new name off of those who gave me a new chance at living. And after some thinking, did I come up with the following name. Jillian Forge Potter. Jillian for my parents and Forge for you guys. No objections."
I snap, knowing without being able to see that the two have moved out of their seats in order to complain and I hear the two sit back down as Sirius, his voice sounding tight with emotion, says: "A wonderful new name, dear. I approve." And I hear Angelina, Alicia and Katie making sounds to prove they agree with him.
At this I happily lean back against the comfort of my bed, sighing in relief when I feel the mattress turning flat again and I think: "I'm wearing a dress, I put on my first bra, I will be able to see again starting tomorrow and now I have a new name to honor my saviors. I am ready for my new life." And I happily fall asleep once again.

Good for you, Jillian.
As for why I waited so long until the name came out, Jillian was out cold and asleep for most of the night after she got changed and she's been so focused on hearing what others are doing that she didn't really get a good chance to think of a new name. Now next chapter, I am going back to the Weasley elders and the twins.
Merry Christmas,

Venquine1990
PS. I hid a Pokémon game reference somewhere in this chapter. Can you find it?