Something felt weird.

Harry couldn't place what exactly, but something was different this morning.

It was probably nothing; probably just the aftereffects of the... unusual dream he had just woken up from. He tried to push the thoughts about his dream away by shaking his head, but found that he just wasn't physically able to do it.

Something was definitely wrong.

Was he paralysed? Or had someone used a body bind curse on him? Was he even in his bed?

That last thought made his eyes snap open. He exhaled a sigh of relief as his eyes traveled along the familiar drawn curtains of his four poster bed. The only peculiar thing about it was that it felt as if the whole space above his head had expanded impossibly much, but that seemed like a secondary concern at the moment.

The real issue was that he couldn't move his head. At all.

He tried again and again but it didn't work. When he tried to touch his face with his hand to scratch himself, he found that he couldn't move his hands either. His legs also didn't budge at all.

"What the-" He broke off his whisper as he heard a high pitched female voice say the exact same words. The voice stopped talking at the same time as him. He waited for the girl to speak up again, but the only sounds he could hear were the snores of his sleeping dorm mates.

An unbelievable suspicion dawned on Harry. A suspicion he dreaded to have confirmed.

But he had to.

He took a deep breath and spoke up again, this time a bit more loudly: "Hello..."

He trailed off after his fears had been confirmed.

His voice... wasn't his voice anymore. It was that of a girl.

Harry was beginning to truly panic. He couldn't move and his only means of getting help was by using his voice, which was undeniably not his.

Well, there was no other way to go about it. Once his dorm mates saw him, they would know that it was him anyway.

And there was no way he would remain in this state any longer.

"Ron." He said, too quietly for the sleeping people in the room to hear. Harry felt awkward calling Ron's name from far away, especially while he sounded so different. But he had to. "Ron! Wake up!" He yelled repeatedly. When he could finally hear some stirring on the other side of his curtains, he added, "The room is full of spiders!"

Harry winced at the bump that indicated that his best friend had fallen out of bed. "Wha-" Ron's sleepy said, "Spiders..." Harry could practically see him frantically looking around.

"Ron, there are no spiders." He informed him urgently. "I just had to wake you up. I need your help."

"What?!" The sound of his swift footsteps moved towards Harry's bed. "Who...?"

"Does Harry have a girlfriend?" He heard someone - probably Dean - ask sleepily in the background.

Harry felt relieved when Ron's face peaked in through the curtains.

Even though he seemed to pale rapidly. "Hey Ron." Harry greeted. When just continued to stare at him, Harry went on, "Is it that bad?"

Ron promptly stepped away from the curtain in apparent shock.

Harry's panic increased. "Ron! Hey, I know that my voice is weird but it'd be very nice if you could help me get my body to move again!"

There was silence for a moment. "Harry...?" Ron asked as he looked back in at him again.

"Yes of course." Harry said in both confusion and amusement. "What's up?"

Ron was silent for a while.

"Harry... mate...you..."

"Come on, Ron. You can tell me." Harry's fear continued to increase; Ron was the last person to be tactful.

"You're... well you're a lemon."

Harry would have burst out laughing, had he not seen the genuinely grave look on Ron's face.

"A what?"

"A lemon."

"You mean I look like a lemon?" He tried.

"No. You-"

"Do I have yellow skin?"

"Yes..."

"But... I'm still me other than that, right?" Harry asked hopefully.

Ron looked at him pityingly. "Harry... You look like a lemon. Size and... uh body type and all."

Harry just stared at Ron, desperately waiting for him to tell him that all of this was just one big joke. When he didn't, Harry realised that it must have been true.

He wouldn't believe it without proof, though. "Er... Ron?" He said awkwardly. "Could you maybe take me to a mirror so I can see for myself?" Harry hoped Ron would tell him that it was a prank now. That he couldn't possibly carry Harry around because he was too heavy. Because he was still a sixteen year old boy.

But Ron didn't do any of that. He didn't say anything, he just stretched out one of his impossibly big hands and lifted Harry as if he weighed nothing. It felt weird to be touched like that - without being able to defend himself - even if it was by his best friend. Harry felt vulnerable and exposed as Ron walked through the room and the others asked what was going on.

Ron locked the door behind them after entering the bathroom.

When Harry set his eyes on the yellow thing in Ron's hands, he almost screamed in shock.

The lemon in the mirror was just as small as any regular lemon. It was different though.

It had big green eyes with feminine eyelashes, lips and a nose. The only thing that resembled Harry was the lightning bolt shaped scar above the eyes.

HTIAFL

"I'm afraid you're suffering from the female lemon syndrome, my boy." Dumbledore said, uncharacteristically grave.

For a few seconds Harry waited for further explanation. When it didn't come, he asked, "What is that 'female lemon syndrome'?" He was beyond caring if his impatience could be heard in his voice.

"It is a rare wizarding disease concerning a minuscule number of adolescents."

"When will it be over?" Harry asked in barely veiled desperation. Never in his life had he felt so weak and small: Having to be carried around by someone at all times, not being able to move to defend himself and not even sounding like himself, were all things he was sure he couldn't bear for much longer.

"There aren't many known cases, but most of those didn't last forever." Dumbledore said, in an entirely too casual voice in Harry's opinion.

"...What?!"

"Don't worry, my boy." He patted Harry gently on his... whatever the top of a lemon's body was. "I'm sure yours will be over soon."

Harry was too shocked to grace this with a reply.

HTIAFL

A while after that, Harry left - or Ron left, carrying Harry in his hands.

Dumbledore had told him to attend classes despite his condition.

Harry hated the idea of everyone else seeing him like this, but he hated the idea of staying in his dorm without his friends; incapable of doing anything, even more.

At the breakfast table, the many Gryffindors who wanted to crowd them were hushed away by an irritated Hermione, who had been filled in on everything in the common room.

"What do female lemons eat?" Ron asked as they sat down.

Harry was too distracted to try to talk about something that he had no idea about, because he was hearing voices.

Coming from... everywhere.

Great, first he became female, then a lemon and now crazy. What would happen next?

He looked around, trying to determine where they came from. He was propped up on Ron's cup so that he was in what would have been a standing position had he not been a lemon. Consequently, he had a pretty good view of the entire Gryffindor table.

"Pssst," Harry would have jumped at the sudden voice had he not been immobile. Where had it come from? He couldn't see-

"Yes, I'm here right in front of you."

That was impossible. The only thing right in front of Harry was treacle tart.

Maybe that was exactly it.

"Miss Treacle Tart...?" Harry asked, unsure how to address her. Ron and Hermione were luckily too wrapped up in their bickering and food to listen to him.

"Yes, my dear, but there's no need to call me by my species." She said, sounding like an older woman. "I wouldn't call you lemon either." She laughed loudly. "My name is Acle."

He was either going crazy or he was suddenly able to talk to food.

With how things had been going so far today, either option was plausible.

"Uh... my name's Harry." He still couldn't believe that he was having a conversation with a friendly slice of treacle tart.

"Harry... What a nice name you have!" Her voice sounded very enthusiastic. "I have a daughter your age, she's sleeping at-"

Harry didn't have time to wonder how food could possibly be able to procreate before said daughter spoke up.

"I'm not sleeping mom." An annoyed teenage voice said, right next to Acle. "I just wasn't in the mood to talk to you."

Her voice became kinder after that, "Hi, Harry. I'm Tri."

"Hello...Tri."

"You're new here, aren't you?" Tri asked without waiting for a response. "They got you on a pretty tight leash there." She said 'they' with extreme loathing. "What do you think about joining the MFCFFR?"

"The what?" Harry asked, feeling completely nonplussed yet again.

"She really is new." The older slice of treacle tart giggled. "The Magical Food Community For Food Rights, dear."

They must have somehow seen his confused expression - despite the fact that neither of the the two had eyes - since Tri hurried on to say, "We're the resistance against the unconcerned, horrendous behaviours we suffer at the hands of humans." Her voice exuded bitterness and hate. "We don't have a female lemon yet. Especially such a pretty one. We could benefit from your participation."

"Uh..." Harry didn't understand how food that had a generally short... lifespan - especially at Hogwarts - could have the time to found a resistance group. He had no idea how they could fight either. "How do you... resist?"

"It's quite simple." Acle said enthusiastically. "We are magical food for a reason. Since we were prepared by house elves, some of their strong magical energy managed to seep into us. We can use that to make ourselves look and taste very unappealing."

"My mom's especially strong." Tri went on. "That's how I was born. When an enormous piece of cutlery tried to lift her off the plate, she somehow managed to send a magical wave to burn the person." Harry could hear the smile in her voice. "Not before a part of her broke off, though. That's how I was born."

"The elves refresh the remaining food by using magic instead of throwing it away." Acne added, "As long as you fight, you live."

"I'm not sure you'll be able to fight." Tri said sceptically, "You weren't actually made by house elves."

"Tri, don't say that." Acle reprimanded. "Look how scared she looks."

Acle was probably right about him looking scared, though not for the reasons she assumed.

Instead of fearing for his life, Harry feared for his sanity. "We will of course try to protect you if you join our community, dear."

"Okay I'll join." Harry didn't really care either way.

Both treacle tart slices made jubilant sounds.

HTIAFL

Over the course of the next few weeks, Harry realized that being a female lemon in the human world was even worse than he had expected it to be. Everyone was pointing at him, crowding him and Harry himself couldn't do anything about it. He had to rely solely on other people to protect him. He seemed to have no amount of independence anymore.

In addition, he could feel himself become more and more distant from his friends.

Harry felt like they just couldn't understand his feelings; as if they lived in a completely different world now.

They were still talking and spending time together... It just felt different.

He hated to admit that the most enjoyable parts of his days were when he was talking to Acle and Tri and their food friends. But it was true.

Harry loved Acle's caring nature and Tri's witty sense of humour. But most of all, he loved that they understood what it felt like to be completely powerless against humans. Harry could tell them about his struggles, knowing that - unlike humans - they would understand.

Harry also began to agree with the goals of the MFCFFR. Especially after seeing Acle and Tri's grief at one of their good friend's death.

"I- I don't und-dersta-and." Tri had hiccuped. "H-he didn't h-hurt anyone!" And it was true. None of them had ever done anything wrong. But they were still killed torturously. It wasn't fair.

Luckily, Tri and Acle were excellent at defending themselves.

A lot better than Harry himself. He just wasn't able to channel his magic.

HTIAFL

"I can't believe that we haven't achieved anything." Tri was tearing up, all her passion gone. Harry had never seen her this hopeless. He hated that she had to feel that way. "It's all pointless anyway. They'll never stop hurting us!"

It was 3 weeks after Harry's transformation now.

Harry had asked Ron to bring his friends upstairs so that they could spend more time together. His human friend hadn't refused, but had looked at him weirdly nonetheless.

As a consequence, Harry didn't have to visit the great hall at meal times anymore. It had turned out that female lemons didn't need any form of nutrition.

Hermione performed the refreshing charm on the tarts every day which made it possible for them to retain their natural beauty.

Tri looked especially nice today. Having inherited her mom's calming colours and good body type, there wasn't anything anyone could do to make her look bad.

"Hey..." Harry said placatingly. "Nothing is pointless. You did a good job at protecting yourselves and others. Don't say it was for nothing when you have saved so many."

"But- But I c-couldn't save Chick." Chick's death had hit Tri hard. The chicken had been her best friend her whole life.

"Don't think about who you couldn't save, Tri." Harry said, "Think about all the people the MFCFFR could save." He took a deep breath before continuing, "Like me. You changed my life. I wouldn't have been able to survive without you and your mom." Acle was sleeping at the moment.

"We're glad to have you Harry." She smiled. "You're family." Harry gave a small smile at that too. "You're r-right." Tri went on, back to business. "But we still need a new way to make our displeasure with the system known." Tri said conspiratorially. "Something big, something that shows them how we feel!"

"Yes." Harry agreed. "I could help you with that."

"That's doubtful." Harry heard a voice say from somewhere above him. When he looked up, he saw one of the people he wanted to see the least in any situation: Snape. "Who are you talking to, Potter?"

Harry glared at him, trying to look as threatening as a lemon with long eyelashes could. He didn't answer.

"Get out of here batty." Tri gritted out, "Or I'll..."

"The headmaster wants to see you." Snape said emotionlessly.

"Why?"

"It's 'Sir' or 'Professor' to you, Potter. You will address me respectfully despite looking like a piece of food," He sneered. Tri muttered an enraged 'asshole'. "The reason for the headmaster's wish to see you is that a way has been found to remedy your pitiful condition."

Harry would have paled if his skin color hadn't been set in stone.

"You mean... I won't be a lemon anymore?"

"Yes, Potter." He said impatiently. "I see your

lack of intelligence remained the same."

Harry's glare intensified. "I don't want to."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want to 'remedy my condition yet." He bit out.

He added a 'Sir' as an afterthought.

"Don't be foolish, Potter." Snape spat, stretching out a bony hand to take Harry with him against his will.

"Oh no you won't." Acle growled. Harry looked at her. He hadn't realized that she had woken up from her peaceful slumber.

Her timing couldn't have been better.

Just as Snape was about touch Harry, he recoiled as if he had been burnt. Which he had, by none other than sweet little Acle.

"What-"

"Thanks," Harry whispered gratefully.

Sadly, it was nothing more than a distraction.

When Harry saw Snape lift his wand, he knew that it was over. "I'll never forget you." He shot them a meaningful look, hoping to convey his grief and fear over the situation. "I might be gone from your world but I'll never forget the MFCFFR. As a human, I can change more."

"Take care of yourself, dear." Acle spoke up, voice filled with warmth. Ah, how much he would miss this warmth.

"Harry..." Tri's eyes were filled with tears. "I..."

"I know Tri."

"I'll miss you." She finally let the tears fall.

"Me too. But I'll be back." Harry said. He could feel himself be levitated from the plate he had been placed on. "You do make a difference!" He yelled while he was taken away.

HTIAFL

Harry should have guessed that it would be Snape who would ruin his newly acquired peaceful life. His forcibly taken potion might have physically changed him back into a human, but Harry's mentality remained unchanged.

He was determined to change something; to help all those innocent and powerless foods. Even though there weren't any humans who helped him, Harry knew that he wasn't alone. He talked to Tri and Acle just as much as he had before, knowing that they would listen to him.

The only nutrition he got was from nutrition potions that he had learned how to brew. He would never hurt his friends again. Ever.

And one day, no one else would be allowed to do it either.

Sometimes, the only thing you need to change your entire worldview is a change of perspective.