After he'd eaten, Albus took the time to go to the infirmary to check on Harry. As he entered, he saw him sitting on one of the beds while Pomfrey happened to be missing he decided to take the opportunity to introduce himself.

"Harry my boy" as normal kids look at your face when they're addressed, now to get some surface thoughts to appear as if I know what's going on in their lives, blasted snitch.

I'm sitting at a table reading a passage about how to repair a container once it's damaged. The book says it's impossible without damaging its contents, a simple ritual is described that requires a minor blood sacrifice and allows you to move the contents from one container to another. It shows the arithmantic principles behind the ritual.

He snaps out of the memory as Harry turns his face back to face him.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"I asked how your robes did that thing with the snitches. Are you alright sir?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine. It uses a simple charm that you should cover the basics of in third year. If you remember, I'll show it to you once you have the required knowledge."

"Now, I heard that you'd managed to land yourself here on your first day. If that's not a record, you must be very close. Are you OK?"

"I feel OK, Madam Pomfrey is just reading the response from Aunt Petunia, she said that I'll be out of here in the next hour. I just wish I'd thought to bring a book with me as there's not a lot to do here."

"Well that's good, do remember that if you have any problems, I can always make time to see a student. Now I must be off, I hope you have a good rest of the day."

Turning, he hurries back to his office to place the memory in a pensive before it fades hoping to glean some information about where that memory came from.

Harry watched the headmaster walk out, as a brown ball shot down from his shoulder to his ankles on the robes. Madam Pomfrey comes out of her office and walks over to Harry carrying a scroll and a quill.

"Ok, I got the message from Petunia Dursley, and she gave me permission to run any diagnostics that I needed to. She also asked me to send her a copy of the results, so I'm going to set up a medical dictaquill to take notes while I'm casting. This differs from a normal dictaquill in that it writes down the results of my spells in a standard format as well as recording what I say. It does slow me down a little so you can expect to be here for the next hour. Now if you could go behind the screens over there and get changed into one of the robes you'll find there, we can begin."

"Why do I need to get changed?"

"It's standard procedure, as if you have any charms on your clothing they can interfere with the spells. The hospital robes are specifically checked to ensure that they have no magical residue that could confuse the results."

Harry went behind the screen, and for the first time came face to face with the change that his body had undergone. Though looking at the evidence he figured he should get used to thinking of himself as herself. As she stood there in shock for a while, Madam Pomfrey came round and gently placed a robe around his/her shoulders.

"It's OK, it's magic, and you'll adapt. You may even find that you're happier in this body, as you wouldn't have changed if you were completely happy in your other body. Now let's get you back on the bed and we'll see what we see."

With that she lead her back to the bed and got him situated.

What followed was a very boring, sometimes awkward, and at one time embarrassing and uncomfortable examination. She didn't know what a speculum was before this, and she decided that she could have gone a lifetime without knowing after she found out. Madam Pomfrey did apologise for needing to use a muggle device, but given this was a full diagnostic, it was needed. Finally it was over and she was allowed to change back into her uniform.

"OK, I sent a message to McGonagall while you were changing, so she should be here shortly to show you back to your dorm room. But the full medical didn't show up anything that I wouldn't expect in any other young lady your age. You're showing minor signs of nutritional deficiency, which just means you have to take a potion at breakfast and dinner, it will be added to your place setting. You also have signs of a couple of badly healed bones, which given you grew up in the muggle world is hardly surprising as they wouldn't know they needed to do anything given how fast we heal compared to muggles. As with muggleborns you'll need your inoculations, and I'll add you to the list so that you get them before the Christmas holidays, as they can leave you feeling a bit under the weather."

Harry's eyes glazed over as she was bombarded with information that she didn't really understand. Though she took away the fact that she was normal and would have to take some potions. Pomfrey stopped talking when she realised that Harry wasn't taking it all in.

A few minutes later McGonagall turned up with the first year Gryffindor girls in tow who promptly crowded around Harry's bed.

"I'm sorry Miss Potter, they saw me receive the note just before the end of class, and I couldn't persuade them to go back to the common room."

Harry looked over their heads "It's ok, did Hermione show you Chirpy yet?"

"You know, I completely forgot. It doesn't look like she has it with her, so why don't I see it later."

"It's sitting on her shoulder."

At the sceptical look she got, she added. "Hermione, why don't you hand him to the Professor." She fought hard, but only managed to get the knowing grin off her face until after McGonagall was holding Chirpy.

Minerva took an invisible creature from Hermione. Feeling it gently she could feel that it was quite small and light, covered in fur and had a tail at one end and tentacles at the other. The tentacles were quite ticklish as they examined her finger, and it felt like it was sucking on one. She saw poppy casting spells at her out of the corner of her eye, but ignored her as it was typical of her when she saw something new. Just it seemed to be getting comfortable and settled down chirping contentedly as she stroked it's back, it shot off her hand and up her sleeve. It was so light it was hard to track. She felt a pinch on the back of her neck as though someone had yanked a hair out and reached around trying to find it. The children were obviously no help as they couldn't stop laughing, she supposed she might laugh too if she saw what she was doing. Then she felt it on the top of her head, and her hair fell down around her face, quickly catching it she handed it back to Hermione.

"While that wis amusing, a'd lik' ye tae warn me neist time he's aroond as some o' us uise charms fur mair than juist daein' oor locks."

Redoing her hair with a practiced twist of her wand, she took a couple of breaths to calm down, as it was just a harmless joke.

"More seriously, you need to be careful around witches as a lot of them use a contraceptive charm rather than the potion to prevent pregnancy, and you wouldn't want to be the cause of an accidental pregnancy would you?"

All the girls, including Harry, stopped laughing as that fact percolated through their thoughts. Glancing at each other, then at Hermione's hands, they silently vowed that they would all use the potion rather than rely on the charm.

She turned round to Pomfrey "Anyhow, how's Miss Potter doing?"

"She's a perfectly healthy 11-year-old girl, she needs to take some potions for a few weeks, but other than that there's nothing that needs doing now. She can probably expect to start menses at around Easter. I couldn't detect any magical residue, so I assume it was some form of accidental magic that doesn't resolve arithmantically like your Animagus transformation, so we don't have the spells to detect it. Much like a Metamorphmagus if they've kept the same form for a while. If it happens again this year, it might be an idea to introduce her to Miss Tonks, as she may be able to give Harry some pointers on how to feel what she's doing and duplicate it. While that won't stop the unconscious morphs, it may give her conscious control."

They noticed that the girls were all quiet and turned round to see that they were hanging off their words, and Hermione was making notes.

When they stopped talking the girls all immediately cheered and hugged Harry. She wasn't sure if they were happy that they had another roommate, or whether it was the fact that they had the chance to get to know the boy-who-lived, or should that be the girl-who-lived now?

She led Harry and the girls back to the Common room, and explained on the way that the Grand staircase was one of the few static locations in the castle, so if they ever got lost they just had to follow the corridors until they found it. She managed to point Hermione at the library when she began to pester her for more details, helped by Harry putting a hand on her arm.

Once they got there she conjured a piece of parchment and a quill and was about to write a notice about a house meeting tonight when she remembered what happened in the infirmary, and borrowed a sheet from Hermione and wrote out the details of the meeting.

Harry and the rest of the girls walked in past Mrs McGonagall. Hermione made a beeline for one of the few tables while the other girls and Harry all went up to their dorm to either drop off their books, or in Harry's case, to get them. While she was there she took the opportunity to use the loo. When she came down she saw McGonagall talking to a couple of the prefects. As she stepped out into the room Ronald (call me Ron) cornered her.

"Hey mate, where were you this morning?"

"Erm, I turned into a girl and went to visit Hermione."

"What did you want to do that for, Girls are icky and they talk about fashion and stuff." He grabbed her arm and started dragging her over to a chess table. She froze at the contact and came over a bit dizzy.

"Come on, I want to play a game of chess, and I can introduce you to quidditch." His childhood training kicked in and he meekly followed Ron over to the table. Just before they got there he remembered that Ron couldn't follow her up to the girls dorm, so she yanked her arm out of his grip and bolted for the stairs. Just as he got a few steps up, the alarm went off and it turned into a slide and she slid down. Coming over dizzy again she staggered up the stairs and reached the top before scrambling to her bed and huddling into the corner. She vaguely registered Mrs McGonagall shouting for quiet and trying to find out what happened.

Hermione was distracted from her book by a kerfuffle at one of the games tables. She saw Harry pull away from Ron, and try to head up to the dorms. She was putting a bookmark in her book when the alarm to the girls dorm went off, and suddenly the room erupted in bedlam.

A couple of minutes later McGonagall managed to regain control of the room and started asking if anyone saw anything. Hermione stuck her hand up, before realising that she'd actually need to speak up to be noticed. So she got up and moved over to McGonagall, to Ron pleading ignorance.

"Mrs McGongall."

"Yes Miss Granger?"

"Harry hasn't had the best childhood, so maybe it's not what Ron did, but how he did it."

"Well?"

"It's not like I did anything, after a chat, I grabbed his arm and pulled him over to play chess. He could've pulled away at any time, but instead we get all the way over here and then he freaks."

As McGonagall pinches her nose, Hermione speaks up "I'm going to go up and see how she's doing, as I think she changed again without realising and that's why the alarms went off."

With that she leaves and dodging round people makes her way up to the dorm room to find Harry. Once she does she carefully crawls onto the bed and sits beside her. After a few minutes Harry turns round and latches onto Hermione and starts to cry and shake.