Hey everyone,
So this chapter is going to give Jillian a chance to finally see herself, is going to cover Hermione both succeeding and failing and is going to cover the article that will describe all that has happened in the last five chapters. And that is, as I mentioned, exactly why I didn't want to cover the interview of the three eldest Weasley brothers.
Merry Christmas,

Venquine1990
PS. For an image of what Jillian looks like, check out Tori from Victorious.

Chapter 06
Good Girls, Bad Boys

2nd of November 1994
Hospital Wing, Hogwarts
Jillian Forge Potter's POV
(Full name cause I wanted to)

Waking up as a girl is one thing. Waking up as a girl that is covered in bandages and is in serious pain because her body has tried to move against the bandages and the casts while asleep is a whole other. And thanks to my endurance levels having been reduced to zero can I not help or stop myself from starting to cry in pain.
"You know this wouldn't have happened if you had just tried listening to us." A snide voice then actually says and this shocks me as I can't believe that Granger is here, let alone that she is trying to place the blame of her attack on me. And the worst of it all is that, because of my hurt body, I can't show her my back.
"And what exactly are you doing here?" A cold voice then asks and Granger snaps: "None of your business." But the voice growls and says: "I am Jillian's guardian, so it is my business." But to this Granger almost shouts: "Don't call him that! Dumbledore will be changing –.""Her nearly dying made the change permanent, Granger."
Sirius interrupts her, causing the girl to gasp and she asks: "But – but – but why? Why would Dumbledore do such a thing? Surely he knew that, right? Why would he –?""Because she wanted to." Sirius growls and he goes on: "And right now Jillian and I both want you to leave. You're perfectly fine, so get out!"

"YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!" Granger shouts and this would have made me cringe my head away were it not for the horrible cut at the back of my neck that still feels heavily painful and instead of that, do I let out a whimper of pained fear. "Oh shut up, Harry. Just back me up here already, will you. DON'T AIM THAT WAND AT ME!"
She then screams, but Sirius hisses: "You are scaring and have hurt my goddaughter and now you dare to reprimand her for being scared of you. I swore Fudge and Albus I will do what I can to keep Jillian safe and they gave me permission to even drop classes if I find she's in trouble or danger. And right now, Granger, she is."
And with that do I hear wind swishing, making me know that Sirius used some kind of spell and while I feel amazed that the man can cast spells silently, do I then cringe as Granger starts to scream again. "LET ME GO! LET ME DOWN! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! I'LL SEE YOU BACK IN AZKABAN FOR THIS, YOU BASTARD!"
But then a pair of heavy doors slam closed on her shouting voice followed by two pairs of feet coming my way. Yet the fact that the girl sounded insulted instead of guilty and was talking as if her actions were my fault makes me hate that I can't move as I just want to press my face into the pillow and cry my fears away.

Then a soft hand starts to gently run through my hair and Sirius says: "That girl is outright delusional if she thinks she can get any of the teachers to believe her in any of this. Don't worry, Jillian, I'm not going anywhere and I am not going to let her anywhere near you again." To this I smile through my tears and ask:
"Can you switch me on my front?" To which the man asks: "You want to cry into your pillow some more, don't you?" At which I let out an affirmative sound as the cut on the back of my neck is starting to pulse in pain and I hear Sirius tell Madam Pomfrey say: "We should focus on that cut that's on the back of her neck."
And I hear the woman leaving the cubicle as well as hear her giving orders to others in the Hospital Wing and I ask: "Who else is there?" And Sirius answers: "Students that got to skip class in return for helping Poppy make as many of the potions you will need to get back on your feet as they can manage to brew." Which shocks me.

Half an hour later there is a healing balm on the back of my neck, my bed has been changed back into the state it was in yesterday with the headpiece raised up and I've had some cereal and yoghurt fed to me as my arms are still in casts that are now covered in potions that will speed up the healing process in my bloodstream.
My team had also come around and while the twins had tried to apologize for not being there when Granger made her move, had I told them in no uncertain terms that I didn't want them around me all the time if it meant they would miss out in vital things such as breakfast and the girls had helped me into another new dress.
By now we are all waiting for Mr. Saph to return and bring my new set of sunglasses and personally, even though I am completely covered up and can barely move around, do I feel twitchy with excitement over the fact that I can finally get to see how I look. And I had made sure to let the girls know this when they dressed me.
They had giggled at this and assured me they had pulled out a dress that really brought out my best looks, yet to do Sirius a favor, they also made sure that the dress was nice and modest and wouldn't attract too many boys' eyes. And after hearing of what some of the guys at school were like, do I feel just as relieved with this.

"I'm heeereeee. Where is my lovely little client? Oh – my – sweet – ROWENA! Mss. Potter, you – you look even more fabulous than you did when I last saw you. Am I right to assume that your lovely female friends here helped you? Good Merlin, I love that dress, it looks wonderful on you, really accentuates your assets."
I then hear the voice of the optician speak as he seems to actually slam the heavy doors of the Hospital Wing with his entrance and then swings the curtains of my cubicle in a way that suddenly reminds me of Lockhart. "Only this guy actually knows what he's talking about and cares for things other than how good he looks."
I giggle at this thought and the man says: "Wow, you are just even cuter when you do that. I swear, Lord Black, you better make sure you have some suitors in mind or this girl is going to get snahagged!" And this actually makes me turn quite red as the idea of being suited by someone chosen by Sirius doesn't mortify me.
"Must be the fact that I'm a Half-blood. My father's family is so used to things like that, it must be in my genes to be okay with it. That and I just know Sirius will take my preferences into account as well as my best interests." I think to myself as Sirius says: "I do plan on writing up a blank one, but I intend to wait on that for now.

Jillian won't be leaving the Hospital Wing anytime soon anyway, her curtains are always closed and Madam Pomfrey has only let the twins in so far. Even the male brewers have to give their potions to her if they want Jillian to drink them, so for now, I'd rather focus on her getting back to her old health and starting her new life."
At this I really want to turn to the man and give him a warm smile, but the salve is still working hard to heal the wound on the back of my neck and then Mr. Saph says: "First of all, you are the most incredible guardian I have ever met. Second of, I am honored that these glasses will be part of your child starting her new life.
Now, remember that she can't take these glasses off until after she puts her night mask on. Also, I already got Albus to put protective enchantments on the glasses, so there will be no messing with this pair. And of course old Albie will be coming over here later to put the same enchantments on your night mask. Now, let's do this."

And I feel great exhilaration as I feel a simple pair of sunglasses being put on my face before the same pair of hands that did so gently move my night mask up and off my eyes. And while I had closed my eyes upon the man's final words, do I now blink them open, sighing in utter relief when I don't feel any pain due to over excessive brightness.
"How are they, dearie?" The man asks and I decide to quickly take a good look at him. And the sight of him has my eyes widen. Long bluish brown tied in a braid in such a way that the outer side of the braid is brown, but turns blue as it goes into the center, a pale face that is covered in make-up and pale blue eyes that glint like stars.
"Well, going by the fact that you can see fabulous old me, I'd say that they work perfectly." The man snickers as he lies a hand in front of his lips and I notice that the nails on his hands are fake and are colored watery blue at the base and turn summer blue at the tips. And the rest of the man's outfit is also several shades of blue.

"You're a – Ravenclaw, I presume?" I ask, but the man shakes his head and says: "Just one of the rare cases of Beauxbattons letting in a wizard instead of a witch. They do that, you know, if you can prove you can use magic in a fashion-forward way and I always wanted to go to their school as it would help me best with my dream."
This intrigues me and I ask: "And what was your dream? Did you manage it?" To which the man giggles and says: "To make boring jobs like being an optician, a dentist or even a doctor, become more fashion-forward. As to if I managed it? Well, see for yourself, my dear." And the man conjures a simple hand mirror.
I want to take it from him, but the casts on my arms prevent movement and I sigh before the man gasps and says: "Oh, I completely missed seeing those casts. Your arms took a horrible beating in that attack, didn't they? Oh, I can only imagine. I am so sorry for not noticing it, dearie." And instead he casts a spell on the mirror.
It floats towards me, allowing me to take a look, yet while I know it will insult him, is it not his creation that I first notice. Instead my whole new look catches my eyes and I think: "I look like a girl that would make the old Harry completely ignore both Cho and the Veela at the World Cup. Wow, so he really wasn't jesting. I – I look good."
And while I know that I can't really think anything more of myself thanks to my upbringing, do I still feel like smiling as I really want to let a hand run through my new long hair, yet the casts prevent me from doing this and the wound on the back of my neck prevents me from turning my face to look at myself from different angles.

"Yes, you really are just gorgeous, aren't you? And what do you think of the sunglasses? Do I know how to fit functionality with fashion or what?" And this makes me turn my eyes back up to the upper side of my face, but when I look at my sunglasses, do I actually feel a frown marring my face at which the man asks:
"Is something wrong?" And while I really hate myself for this, do I say: "Mr. Saph, they – the glasses work perfectly, but – well. You see, my old glasses, they – they were just your run-of-the-mill, drugstore, cheap pair of every day glasses. Totally not my prescription or fashionable or anything, but – they accentuated my eye-color.
And – well, I definitely look good, to be honest, but my – my eyes, they – they were one of the only things I ever, as Harry, liked about myself. Even when I started hearing how much I look like my dad, my eyes were what I liked more than any attributes that I got from my dad. I – I guess I just – I don't like how thick the darkness is."

At this I see the man nod and Sirius asks: "Can we make the sunglasses more transparent without taking away their healing factors?" And to my relief does the man scoff as he says: "Oh please, that's one of the easiest optician spell. I'll just cast this little double-mirror spell and that will reflect the color of her eyes off both sides."
This makes me smile in utter relief and a few minutes later I take another look in the mirror, tears appearing in my eyes as I see how beautiful the brown specks match with the green that is solely my mother's. "Even better. And why didn't I think of such a thing? Omar, you silly, silly goose." The man then rants at himself.
Yet the smirk he sends me afterwards makes me know that the man is only joking. "Mr. Saph, I think you and I will be great friends. In fact, I might have a very special offer for you. Would you walk with me, please? Girls, why don't you help Jillian get a good look at her full new form?" Sirius asks as he walks Mr. Saph out of the cubicle.

At this I look at the girls, who look at each other before Katie asks: "Enlarge the mirror and use Mobilicorpus?" And the three of us nod, me handing over the mirror as Angelina asks: "By the way, Jillian. How are your arms doing? Can you move them anymore without feeling as much pain as you did the other day?"
But I make a negative sound and show them the casts once again as I say: "I really can't move anything. Even my neck hurts due to a scar there. The only reason, I think, Madam Pomfrey waited with actively treating my wounds this long was to have my body get used to all the changes the transformation caused me.
I can only assume that she worried that, actively trying to heal me before then would have negative effects on my body or the changes it was still getting used to." At this the girls nod and I ask: "Why did you ask anyway?" To which the girl answers: "Because you do need to start practicing how to put on a bra, all girls do."
At this I nod and say: "Just wait until Madam Pomfrey has changed my casts into regular bandages. Once I can move my body more freely – and without wincing in pain every time I move a muscle wrong, we'll start practicing with all the cloths I need to get used to wearing as a girl, okay?" At which the girls nod in excitement.

They then start to cast their spells and while Katie enlarges the mirror to be a slight bit longer than me, do Angelina and Alicia work together to gently lift me out of bed and over to where Katie is waiting with the mirror. And the girl I see in the mirror is so utterly gorgeous, I feel my whole face turning red with awed amazement.
My waist is practically gone, but all the mass that was once there seems to have been moved into my chest area, making me have a pair of breasts I never thought I'd see on a girl my age (let alone myself). My legs are, as Angelina told me yesterday, extremely long, yet I didn't lose the crooked knees my father had.
And the dress that I am wearing accentuates absolutely everything in all the right ways, making me know I would turn even more red if I could. Then Alicia whistles and asks: "Did Dumbledore cast a perfection charm when he changed you or something?" Which confuses me, but then the girl, strangely enough, turns me around.
"Your ass, girlfriend. It's incredibly well-proportioned. We better start making sure your skirts reach your knees or those same bastards we mentioned earlier will try and grope you there all the time." And while I can't turn my head due to my injury, does my red hue instantly disappear and get replaced with a white paleness of horror.

"How many sickoos are in this place?" I shriek in shock and I see the girls share a worried glance before they gently move me back to my bed, while Katie says: "I'll have Madam Pomfrey get her a Calming Draught." Which really only serves to make me feel even more terrified and in need of pulling up my blankets.
The woman comes in and when I have had the required potion, does Angelina ask: "Remember what Sirius told Mr. Saph? About how all male brewers have to give their potions to Madam Pomfrey if they want you to have it? We suggested that to her, because some of those bastards we mentioned – they're in the brewer group."
And while I have a Calming Draught in my system, do I still feel my complexion failing even worse before Madam Pomfrey asks: "Why didn't you tell me that?" And Angelina cringes as she answers: "Because Professor Snape only got the best of this school's brewers and, as much as they are bastards, Jillian needs their skills to heal."
Yet to this Madam Pomfrey marches out of my cubicle and snarls: "Be that as it may, I will not have any such boys in my Hospital Wing. They could cause Mss. Potter almost as much mental damage as that bastard Ronald did physically – not to mention the consequences that could happen if they let themselves go beyond too far."

And this last part both really worries and confuses me and yet it also makes Angelina whiten and curse before she says: "I didn't think of that.""Of what?" I can't help but ask and Angelina sighs as she says: "Of the fact, Jillian, that you're now old enough to – if those bastards do as Madam Pomfrey said they could – get pregnant."
And instantly a level of fear courses through me that I didn't even feel during any of my adventures or when I was attacked two nights ago and I whimper: "I – I could – what? I – I – I'm – I'm old enough for – for what? But – but – but – but – I'm fourteen!" I shriek in the end, but the girls all lower their heads and Alicia says:
"To most of those who are bastards like that, Jillian, that doesn't matter. In fact, a few of them come from ancient families where, if the female does get pregnant, she instantly has to leave Hogwarts or work and become a stay-at-home mum. Some even force that on whoever their heirs wish to marry, regardless of skill, talent or desire."

"Heck, out there, there are even sickoos that keep their spouses pregnant all the time, just to keep up the stay-at-home clause in wedding contracts. Though if I have to go by how Sirius has been handling things so far, he is going to blow up the first person who dares make such a suggestion. And that's not because you're underage."
Angelina's words really do the trick to make me feel better and then Sirius finishes up calming me down as he says: "Damn straight I will. No one touches my baby girl unless they're willing to become Moony's sparring partner for during full moon nights – without him having taken the Wolfsbane Potion beforehand, that is."
And the fact that Sirius is that protective makes me lie back against the bedding in utter relief. "Wait, you mean Professor Lupin when you say Moony, right? Cause I just remember something." Alicia then says and she goes on: "After the twins left with Jillian, Headmaster Karkaroff took down a ward on the fireplace.
It was meant for the Professor and was supposed to make him think that the floo was in use every time he tried contacting Jillian. Dumbledore suspected Granger to be the one behind that spell." And this news really shocks me as I ask: "Wait, Lupin didn't break his word?" To which everyone looks at me and I go on:

"Last year, I met with Lupin just as he was leaving and he told me he was sure we'd meet again real soon. I haven't heard from him since, so I thought he had broken his word, that he didn't want to try and stay in contact. Are you saying that Granger wanted me to think that? That that was why she put up that ward on the floo?"
"Considering how determined that girl is into making you live your life however she wants, I wouldn't be surprised. Remus, by the time he left, was already growing onto you as a guardian, even I could see that. That, to her, must have been something she considered a threat as her intelligence must have made her feel like the leader.
So it would only make sense she would try to weaken the bond between you two from both sides; from Remus' by making him think that he just couldn't reach you and from yours by making you think that Lupin had broken his word." Yet while I understand this, do I still feel confused about something and I say:
"But that still doesn't fully explain it. I mean, Hedwig knows how much my family means to me and how happy I am to have friends of my father back in my life. So why hasn't she taken any initiative to go and inspire him to write a letter to me?" Yet to this it's not my friends or Godfather that answer, but the Headmaster instead.

"I'm afraid I have the answer to that question." The man says as he enters the cubicle and has Hedwig resting on his shoulder. Yet instantly I spot something horribly wrong with her and I ask: "Hedwig, what is that thing?" And the Headmaster mutters: "It's a pet control collar, my dear girl, one of the most horrid of its kind."
This shocks me and Dumbledore says: "After Igor found the ward on the floo did I get my own suspicions. I took a gander as Mss. Granger's books and found one that is actually just as illegal to own as the one Mss. Weasley had stolen from someone else. It was a book on how to create illegal control items.
Obedience collars, will-breaking draughts, torture bracelets, anklets that send fire through your legs up to your genitals if you go against the orders they are placed with, items like that. And before you ask, Mss. Potter, there are actually more kinder versions of these items that are used by those much older than you – when they get intimate."

And instantly I get what the man is saying and turn a little red, but nod at him to show I understand what he's getting at. The man sighs and says: "I can only assume that Mss. Granger made this with help of her Time-Turner as otherwise she would have never had the chance or time to get the ingredients and materials necessary.
And unfortunately, some shops in Hogsmeade are easily swayed by their patrons to show off the more mature stuff – and Mss. Granger is nothing if not knowledgeable in how to sway people into getting what she wants." Which reminds me of how she got info out of Hagrid as well as how she convinced Ron and me of the Polyjuice Potion.
At this I hum, showing the man that I agree with him and he says: "Either way, if I recall correctly, you left your friends to see Professor Lupin on the day he left and did it in quite a hurry. This was after you all saved Sirius and Mss. Granger must have been shocked that you were this concerned about a teacher you met just a year earlier.
It must have made her decide to put this collar on Hedwig and apparently it has only one order on it; deliver letters only for those I want Harry to rely on. That is the exact wording, which I managed to find out because the spell has been nullified now that you've changed gender. Sirius, if you would please do the honor?"

And my godfather nods, yet when he draws his wand, do I say: "Hey wait, that's my wand." But Dumbledore chuckles and says: "Not anymore. Remember, my dear, your core changed alongside your gender. Your wand lost its owner the night you changed genders and Sirius was the first to hold it again after that, so it claimed him."
"The wand choses the wizard." I mutter softly and Dumbledore nods before Sirius smirks and casts the unlocking charm, causing for the horrible-looking, midnight black collar with a blood red line waving through it and with spikes that look as if they're double-edged to release itself and for it to fall off Hedwig's neck.
And while I do spot the same spikes being of much smaller size on the inside, does Hedwig happily shake her head and flap her wings as the collar falls off before flying over to me and landing on my pillow. The gorgeous owl looks at me for a few seconds and tilts her head a few times, but then caws and starts to groom my hair.
This makes me smile widely, the knowledge that Hedwig accepts me regardless of my changed gender. Dumbledore then sighs and says: "The Tournament was supposed to help us gather allies in case of an old enemy of mine and his inevitable return. Instead, it seems to have led to showing me something horrible but vital."
To this I look at the man in concern as I know that he means Voldemort, but I also know why he didn't say the name out loud and instead I ask: "What is that, sir?" And the man sighs, suddenly looking every bit his age as he turns around and leaves the cubicle, but not before he says: "That Hogwarts – is tainted."

You can say that again, Dumbledore.
So why did I not add the newspaper article to this chapter? It didn't feel right. This chapter was focused on Jillian taking another step in her healing process, getting her sight back and learning more about the benefits and detriments of being a girl. That leading to how messed up some teenage boys are was an unexpected extra.
Also YES! Jillian will encounter a couple of bastards like that. It's one of the reasons I am emphasizing on how gorgeous she now looks. And as for how her transformation could change her so much, I'm going to quote the fanfiction writer that inspired me into creating Venquine's Mind: that's the fun of Fan Fiction.
Thanks DZ2,

Venquine1990
PS. Merry Christmas everyone!