Hermione stared in wonder at her creation. She slaved away for months and now it was complete. It was almost a divine beauty. It is a shame to drink something that took so much time, care and devotion. Almost. She didn't spend all that time not to drink it. Hermione knew her parents were going to wake up soon from that loud bang. So she drained the required amount into a vial and poured the rest into a potion bottle. She heard a thump from down the hallway.
Her parents were getting up. She moved around her room putting things away. They were accepting of her experiments but that's mainly due to the fact they've never seen her make one. She cast a stasis charm on the potion bottle. She put it on one of her still empty bookshelves. She made sure to put away all of her notes and things. She heard them right outside her room. She brought the vial to her lips.
She opened her mouth and tilted her head back as the potion trickled down her throat. It tasted like pure bitterness. Pure bitterness itself. However, it didn't taste horrible. It was pleasant in a way that didn't make complete sense. It certainly wasn't something she wanted to taste again. The texture, nevertheless, was pleasant. It was cooling her mouth yet as it reached her stomach it seemed warm her insides like butterbeer or hot drink on a cold day. It had a refreshing oily feel and gave her mouth a thin coating that made her whole mouth feel wonderful.
Just as she finished, her door swung open. Her parents were standing in the doorway. They most likely could not see much though due to the fact it was so dark, the moonlight dimming no longer shining in glory. All her thoughts were suddenly snapped from this, however, by something much more pressing. There were spikes in her stomach that dulled then erupted into flaming daggers that worked their way up through her. She shot up from her spot on the floor and flew toward the door. Her parents flicked on the lights just in time to see a blur of Hermione charge toward them before she barrelled past them, down into the corridor where she locked herself into the bathroom.
She fell onto the floor; her stomach aching. She had never felt this horrible before. She felt horrendous as waves of nausea passed over her. The daggers moved further across her body. It reached her toes making her feel as though she was burning. She could feel it in her veins, changing them. It felt like her blood was pure venom burning its way through her. It was so dreadful she couldn't even scream.
She convulsed as the pain faded. "I will definitely have to create a quick numbing potion in the morning if the pain hasn't yet faded," she mumbled to herself. Another thought crossed her mind at that moment. The book said it would be uncomfortable but it didn't say something like this would happen. It never explained that pain would be so horrible after taking the potion. If she couldn't recall any potions having that severe a reaction when taken. Unless it was a pain potion or something. She never wanted to have that experience again. She was almost worried she did the potion wrong but she knew better than to doubt herself.
She wobbly pulled herself to her feet when she gained a semblance of control of her body. She walked over to the sink and splashed water into her face. She would never not take the potion but she would hesitate a lot more if she knew the pain it caused. She was brought back to reality by her parents knocking on the door. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" Monica asked worriedly. "Just a second," she called to them. She adjusted herself, dried her face and tied her hair away from her face. She unlocked the door and slowly pulled it open to find both her parents looking at her. There was a long silence in which no one talked. Hermione stood there being surveyed by her parents. She looked them over completely for the first time that night. They looked tired and had black marks under their eyes. She guessed she looked the same, maybe even worse.
"What?" Hermione eventually asked. She was used to people staring at her, being friends with Harry and all, when they think you can't see them but it was another thing to have her parents do it. "Well it's just that…" her mother began, trying to find the right words. In theory, it was obvious what was different, yet Hermione's cloudy mind had other plans. "You're a boy or you at least you appear to be," Michael said rather lamely as he examined his child thoughtfully. The intricate system that was Hermione's mind slowly started firing pistons and sliding cogs into place where they started turning. Eventually, her mind wound back into its usual fast pace.
"Just one second," he said as he stepped back into the excited, excited, closing the door. He took a few large steps backwards and turned to come face to face with the mirror. Who looked back wasn't what he was expecting. He wasn't surprised to see himself. In fact, he felt wonderful.
He realized he had already started thinking of himself as a guy. He already had on some days but that was without the added benefits of looking like a guy. He also felt joy knowing that after today he didn't have to choose just one gender.
He started to study himself in the mirror more intensively. He actually looked very similar to how he usually did. His tied-up hair was still messy and a bit bushy. His eyes, the same colour. He leaned forward his nose starting to touch the glass. He noticed that the only striking difference was that of his chin. Where it used to be a typical chin that belonged to a girl, it now has a dimple that she recognized as belonging to people like Harry and Remus. His face was clearly that of a guy but only in the way that he no longer looked like Hermione.
Speaking of which he needs a name. He'll still be Hermione on his feminine feeling days but he needs a name for his masculine body. Hermione Jean Grant Granger. He always liked the name, Dominic. And Jean sounds almost too girly, and he didn't want to steal Harry's middle name, maybe Corbin. Not for any particular reason he just liked the name. Its settled masculine name will be Dominic Corbin Grant Granger. A flash shined throughout the room, blinding him for a moment. "Weird," he thought, quickly going back to his other thoughts. The flash was already forgotten in his excitement.
Eventually, Dominic couldn't resist his curiosity and looked down. For the first time in a few years, he could see his feet without having to lean forward. His hands pushed up his satin pyjama shirt. Flat! Plain! Just as the potion said it'd be. "It really worked. I mean I thought it would but this is the real evidence," he said as he stopped massaging his muscular chest having not realized he had even started. His night clothes still fit surprisingly well; actually looking and feeling the same way against him. One more thing to check. He knew about as much about them as one without one previously could, but it was one thing to know about them and to have one yourself. He also saw one plenty of times with Harry and Ron frequently forgetting he was in the room or just that he didn't have one. Not that he blamed he forgot, too, sometimes. He'd always wondered what it would be like to have one even on his fully feminine days. He carefully reached down and stretched out the elastic of his pyjama bottoms.
"Wow," was all he could manage. He had always wondered what one up close looked like. He kind of liked the way he looked, it certainly was not as ugly as some pre-circumcision ones could be. He heard a few hushed discussions from some of the seventh year girls about ones that looked like a sock or just unpleasant to look at, and this is coming from slags so they must be ugly. Pavarti had bought some in a naughty magazine once, but he'd never been one to just look up pictures. He usually was pretty good at using his imagination, not that he did that often. It wasn't really important but at least now he would know the intricacies of the main sex organs. He certainly wouldn't disappoint anyone later on.
He stood there for a minute just checking himself over, noticing that the fat he usually had was gone and replaced by a more lean frame with slightly more muscle. He knew that technically males were stronger than females physically but to actually see it was another thing.
He adjusted himself for the second time that night and slid open the door. Dominic looked at his parents and happily said, "Yes, I am currently male." He moved past them and went back to his bedroom. He wanted to avoid a late-night interrogation. However excited he was, he just felt something that was the equivalent of a crucio charm and he was dead tired. Right now few things seemed more enticing than the thought of going back to sleep. "Not quite yet young lady...man?" Michael said stern voice momentarily slipping into uncertainty. "There are a few questions we have. For a start, what was that loud bang? I certainly don't recall you saying anything about explosions." Dominic stared at his father. His father was well educated in matters pertaining to muggle related things but wasn't as well versed in anything magic related. This meant it would be very easy to lie to him.
"Honestly Daddy," he said in a voice which was very similar to his usual, if not a bit deeper. He realized it might sound weird to other people he still called his father Daddy but he didn't care he always has and he wasn't going to stop now. Whether he was in his male body or female body most of his day to day speaking would remain the same. Though he may have to change up some things when speaking to people that weren't in the know. "Haven't you ever seen the films? You know one-minute things are one way, then there is a puff of smoke and poof! It's changed, replaced by something else or just gone." Her parents exchanged curiously suspicious glances. "That wasn't a poof! It sounded more like a cannon going off." Dominic rolled his eyes so as to appear exasperated. He had always had an uncanny ability to hide what was truly passing through his brain.
"Well, I was asleep at the time. I didn't hear it so I couldn't tell you any differently. Anything else you'd like to ask?" He lied skillfully. "Yes, actually. Why is it that you still seem so, Hermione like?" Her mother asked as she surveyed Dominic, who was indeed the exact same height he normally was. "Honestly. Must I explain everything to you guys?" He said taking the I'm-tired-of-explaining-things-to-you approach. "The potion works slowly after the initial change. That's why it takes a day, the body has to get used to it so it can function properly. During the first day whatever is done affects the way the male body grows. If I eat purely junk food I would gain weight a lot more quickly, if I exercise frequently I'd be a to gain muscle more easily, or if I just stood around all day I might have the possibility of getting taller. It's so because I didn't grow up as a boy I'll need help catching up with the other boys. After the first twenty-four hours, it slows down. Not that it's really noticeable unless you're looking for it. Anyway, I am fine, thanks. You needn't trouble yourselves. I will be going to bed now and I will be up early tomorrow morning so don't you try and sleep late," he said already walking away. He always took pleasure in telling his parents what to do. He usually did it when he knew they'd didn't have the option of refusal. A true rare pleasure.
Dominic awoke the next morning at 6:45 a.m. as his digital alarm clock rang, the sound hated and despised by many. Not Dominic, however, today he loved that sound. His arm shot out of the covers swiftly shutting it off before it could go into its second ring. Today was the day. He sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes, stretching. He almost didn't get out of bed when he felt a near overpowering urge to slide back under the covers and sleep for a few more minutes. "Must be a testosterone thing," he thought, almost giggling out loud that his body was currently producing testosterone conducive to that of a teenage boy. He walked over to his curtains and pulled them open. Just as the forecast predicted. Great wonderful sunshine.
Just as he had hoped. Heavy rain would have hindered today's plans somewhat. His plans were as follows: go into town and buy a few things, go to the local swimming pool, lunch, and anything else he could think of during that time. He knew these things would be more fun to do with some friends, but he kind of wanted to see the world without them nearby. Maybe later, Harry did have his number.
He'd see how today goes. Sure, Dominic could go see him but he wanted to give Harry time to adjust to the new information and read the letters if he hadn't already. He could also hang out with a few guys from the local muggle school. He would be hanging out with people that didn't know that he sometimes felt like a girl and that he was one yesterday. Not that he was ashamed, but he didn't really feel like explaining it to another person that he probably wouldn't meet again. It also had the added benefits of figuring teenage boys behaviour. He always could just act like himself, but that would get weird looks and he never did like being stared at.
Dominic carefully shed his clothes and stood in front of his mirror admiring himself for a few minutes. He wasn't vain not by a long shot but he just wanted to soak up his body in all its male glory before he grew numb to it, though he doubted it. On his feminine days, he'd stand in the mirror and admire himself for a few minutes as well. He moved to his wardrobe, going to the half that was filled with masculine clothing; having expanded it to fit more clothes. He might've gone a bit overboard with the new clothes but he didn't want to not have a variety of clothes. The outfit he'd chosen several weeks ago hung on a hook on the left-hand door. It looked like a two-dimensional person with no hands or head. He started first with his new socks. He had a wide selection but today he was going with one of his black socks, they fit the outfit the most. Maybe later he'd feel more confident and wear the ones with patterns and pictures of things he liked.
After some internal debate, he chose a pair of plain black socks that reached his ankles. The most boring socks known to man but he didn't feel particularly adventurous today. He carefully pulled on his socks. It was almost like a reverse striptease, in which the desired effect was to end up fully clothed. Next, he took the plain white t-shirt that would hug his torso in all the places a boy would want. He put his arms through it and held them up so it slid down over his body. He had never been able to do that before!
Finally the good part. He excitedly reached out and touched the fabric of the underwear. It was rougher than he thought it would be but not in a way that would be uncomfortable. The underwear was loose enough that if need be he could take his out but tight enough that a button wasn't required. He caught himself wondering why a button in the front and not zipper so things wouldn't fall out the gap. Not even a second after that thought crossed his mind did his mind give him an answer, a zip could be very painful if things got in the way.
Dominic carefully slid them on, holding them with the lightest touch as though they were made of wax paper; relishing in the feeling of putting them on for the first time, while Dominic. He had worn handmade packers before so he knew it could get in the way. It was a different thing to make one than to have one attached to your body. He shifted it around finding a more comfortable position. It was in these moments he's glad he had prior experience or else he'd have no clue what he was doing. He returned to the final item of clothing. The trousers. They were not an exceptionally special pair, but they certainly were not as fitting as female pants tend to be. Although it doesn't hurt to mention the pockets are larger. He might have worn a packer before but that was in the comfort of his own house; he's never worn one outside nor has he ever worn male trousers. He might have had some trouble buttoning and mastering the back-to-front button. Nevertheless, they felt good against his skin.
Once he was clothed, he sat down on the bed for a moment and mused. He knew why guys spread their legs apart, having experienced it when he wore a packer, but it's one thing to have a substitute and another to have the real thing. He looked down and saw that he was already in the sitting position that would be most comfortable, his legs slightly spread apart.
He felt his hair. "I definitely need that haircut," he thought to himself. Even after a long rest, his hair was still long and bushy. It fell past his shoulders. He knew that he wouldn't be judged badly if he kept his hair long but didn't really want that long and there is a possibility he might get mistaken for a girl, even after the potion, if he kept it long.
Quarter past seven. That seemed like an acceptable time to wake up. He did recall telling his parents to be up bright and early. And he'd be mad at himself if he lets them sleep much longer. That's what he told himself at least. He walked out of his bedroom and moved to knock on his parents' room that was down the hall. Once he reached their door, he sharply rapped on her parents' bedroom door. "Mum, Dad, get up! It is really late!" He said as he leaned against the wall impatiently. He heard a loud groan and a minute later his father emerged looking groggily at him, rubbing his eyes. "I don't know what time you get up at school but this isn't late. It's an ungodly hour that is what it is."
After a debate (drunken tired debate) with his father, Dominic found himself downstairs in the kitchen bouncing excitedly as his parents slowly trudged down the stairs. "Come on, let's get a move on and stop wasting my time. I wasn't ready to go early, so I need to get this done fast. I can only make the most of my day if I leave early," he said as this was an obvious fact. Once they were standing in front of him, he directed them to their jobs. "Father, cut my hair," he demanded as he pointed at his hair. "Mother, make me food," he added as he rounded on his mother. "You will never get a date if you are like that," Monica said tartly as she walked into the kitchen and took out some cereals. "You managed," Michael said quietly, but not quite quiet enough. He got a swift elbow to the gut that left him winded.
"You...knocked...the...the...wind out of...me," he said crumbled on the kitchen floor. He wobbly got up from his place on the ground to get some hair cutting scissors and a chair. As Dominic sat down with an old shirt buttoned over his t-shirt his father looked at him sceptically. "You sure you want me to cut your hair? What if your hair doesn't grow back once you switch?"
Dominic smiled, "It'll grow back." He was rather nonchalant about the possibility of not growing his hair back. "And even if it doesn't, I know how to make a hair growing potion."
"Yeah, I guess after something like that, hair must be pretty easy. Now, how do you want your hair? Keep in mind I'm no hairdresser," he said as he ran his finger through Dominic's messy hair. "Don't worry it'll be something simple. First, you'll need to get your electric razor. I'm gonna talk to you through this," he said calmly. After his father hesitated Dominic said, "Come off it, it can't be harder than fiddling with people's teeth." At this, his dad left to go get the electric razor as told.
Ten minutes later, Dominic was standing looking at his reflection in the mirror. What looked back at looked back, although alien, was a boyishly handsome teen. Before, with his hair and baggy clothes he could pass as Hermione. Now, the transformation was complete. He was able to guide his father correctly. He reached where his hair usually would have been. There was just air. Although he liked it, it seemed so weird; he had liked his long hair even on his masculine days so to have it gone was surreal. Without it, his shoulders seemed all the more pronounced now that they were no longer competing with a large amount of hair.
Although significantly shorter, he was able to maintain his signature bushy hair that could pass as curly. Due to the lack of weight holding it down like usual, it now messy mop on his head. Whilst this was messy, according to switch weekly, it was very fashionable. That's why he chose this haircut. Granted he didn't know for sure how his hair would react but he did select this specific cut. He very much doubted his father knew this particular cut was in style. Unless, of course, he has snuck into his room while he was asleep, and read through his magazines in an attempt to make himself seem as though he was the pinnacle of fashion. In which case, he had some serious issues.
"Looking trendy?" Michael asked hopefully. Dominic turned to him for a minute and handed him the shirt with hairs all over it. "Dad, you wouldn't know trendy if it came up and bit you, which considering your line of work is quite likely." "Young man, you can't speak to your father like that," said his mother who had appeared behind him. "Back when we were in school, I'll have you know your father was…" "No, there is no point in lying. I was always unfashionable," Michael sulked. "Weren't you in a hurry. Go eat some breakfast or something," he added in an attempt to change the conversation. "I poured you some cocoa rice Krispies," Monica said as she went back to the kitchen with Dominic following her.
Dominic walked out into the hot summer's morning. A little dampness was still clinging to the air, but over the next half hour, it would have evaporated. He stretched out, covering his eyes as light shine in them. It was a few streets walk into town, so it would most likely take him about twenty minutes. He had a rucksack slung over his shoulder. Usually, it held books and notes, it now held only a towel, his new phone and a pair of swim shorts. Bare chests all the way! No bikini to be found in this bag. Just shorts.
The town could only be described as old. Had been around for a couple hundred years and had a sort of atmospheric mould that started to emerge. All the newer structures were built by the high street where the old post office and haberdasheries, or stores that sell things for sewing, had been. Now all that was left were a few newsagents and a toy shop. There was still a shop for fat people that went out of use awhile ago. The clothes inside not fitting thin people and fat people being too embarrassed to enter. If they went it was like admitting and accepting they were fat. Dominic made his way past this shop and continued to walk over to a confectionery. He wanted some chocolate and knew exactly what kind. He walked in and searched for a minute before finding what he wanted. He carried the forbidden item carefully in his hands as he made his way up to the counter where a man was sitting. When you have two parents as dentists, treats that were not fruit were nonexistent. So to buy something from this kind of store was a surefire way to get a lecture. He, however, wasn't going to ruin the day as a real boy by following rules; Harry and Ron would be so proud. He slammed the chocolate bar down and said in a surprisingly deep voice, "Yorkie please, mate!"
The man didn't look at him with any interest. Usually whenever he went out people tended to study him. They looked at his chest and butt, not caring that he could clearly see them do it. The only people that didn't were his brothers and even then Ron did it a couple of times, Neville wasn't as much a saint either. It was refreshing to not deal with that. The clerk punched a few keys into the cash register. "That'll be forty‐four p, please." Dominic handed over the correct amount and left, a chocolate bar in hand, feeling proud of himself. He was surprisingly hungry having only had breakfast half an hour ago, so he unwrapped it and ate it as he walked.
Next, he went to the pharmacy. He needed to pick up a few things. Whilst magicals knew lots of things, hair care wasn't one of them. The muggle stuff was so much better. He walked over to the left-hand side of the store and scouted for his favourite brand. He said muggles had the best hair products, he never said it was in the men's section. He had tried some of the best men's section hair products and non worked better than the ones in the women's section. He found the products he was looking for; the ones that are mislaniuse are the best.
He looked around and noticed a few other things he'd like. As he approached the counter, he noticed a boy his age manning the register. Probably a summer job he thought to himself as he dropped all the stuff in front of him. The other boy looked down at the items, then back at Dominic. "You do realize this is girls' stuff, don't you?" He said as he eyed him up. Usually, he'd blush at being caught but just lied and said casually, "It's stuff for my girlfriend.
We don't got a problem, do we?" Draco may be a git but he knows a thing or two on how to get people to leave you alone. Something as weird as a sixteen-year-old buying feminine products are overlooked when they act tough. Who cares that it's not typical behaviour?
But this guy decided he was gonna act "tough" too. "Why can't she get it herself?" The boy asked frowning. Dominic scoffed looking at the boy like he couldn't believe him. "Because she can't go to the store if she's laying on my bed exhausted after getting ploughed." The silence was almost humorous as the boy took in what Dominic said. He knew the boy wasn't doubting his words. No boy no matter how talented could lie about that sort of thing and be confident enough. Unless of course, your Dominic and have seen many a girl naked from changing in the locker room. But just to drive it through Dominic said, "Maybe after I got this shit, she'll be ready for round three." "Bloody hell bruv. But yeah I know what you mean," he said smugly. Dominic was right. He was completely despicable yet unquestionably shallow. "You're not bad you know, for a shorty. How old are you?" He asked. "Sixteen," Dominic responded. "Hey, how come I haven't you round school then? You a drop out or something?" Dominic was highly insulted by the thought of something thinking that he, Dominic Granger was a dropout. "No, I go to a boarding school. Damn parents," he said stopping, no need to dig himself into a hole. The boy smiled, "Yeah I know what you mean. Parents can be such a drag sometimes. So what school do you go to?" What was that name did the Dudleys' say Harry went to. "Oh, it was St. Brutus's Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys."
"Wow? Really? I have heard of that place before. Apparently, it is the number one school for criminal boys. You need to be really bad to get sent there. What did you do?" He asked excitedly. Dominic was glad the boy didn't notice his use of past tense. Not missing a beat, he knew just the right thing that would warrant a one way trip to this school. And it was just funny enough to be believable. "Set fire to an old hag." The guy was obviously impressed. "Wow! Damn, I wish you went to my school. My teacher could do with being set fire to. In fact, he has such bad eyesight you could probably just sneak into class and do it and he wouldn't notice anything until he was half roasted."
"What's your name? It isn't every day I meet a guy as cool as you." Dominic grinned widely. This boy would be the first to hear his masculine name. His grin turned predatory. He was going to continue messing with this boy, it would be fun. "It's Dominic. Dominic Grant." When he felt like Hermione he was a bookworm with obsessive tendencies, logical, close-minded and blunt. He was still very much the same person but the chemicals made certain portions of his personality muted and others heighten. For example, he still thought very logically but in a different way, he wasn't as close-minded, and although intimidation skills as a girl were on par, his intimidation skills got meaner almost just for the sake of it. He could feel himself rejoicing in the decision to torment this guy. He thought it was weird but he noticed that it wasn't impossible to override first instincts. However, it would be fun to mess with him. Maybe it was a testosterone thing, maybe it was from the effects of no longer being tied to one gender and a strong want to be free.
"Hey, Dominic. I'm Max Aytrara. I finish work at twelve. I'm going down to the pool with some of my friends. You want to come along? I'm sure they would like to meet you," he said trying to sound cool but blushing slightly. Dominic knew why but just responded in kind. "I was planning on heading there today anyway. Bye Max, wouldn't want to keep a lady waiting," he said, implying that he would be just keeping this imaginary girl waiting if it meant spending more time with Max. "Oh right. I forgot about that. Still, if you want…" he said leaning forward and lowering his voice despite the fact that the store was utterly deserted besides them. "I can introduce you to some girls later. Anyway here's your stuff," he said as he packed it into a bag. Dominic leaned forward and looked intently at Max. "I might just take you up on that offer. Got any similar offers?" Dominic said implying something that made Max blush once again. He handed Max the money and made his way out, not waiting for a response.
He emerged from the shop feeling thirsty, and not just that kind. The shop was more than stuffy enough to make him feel like he needed something to drink. The lack of breeze made it even more prevalent. The air was still and as the sun now high in the sky it beamed down on him. He seriously regretted not bringing his suntan lotion. He couldn't have decided on a better day to go swimming. He was never self-conscious about his body at least not in the way one might originally think. Sure he knew guys stared at his chest but he was rather disconnected with things like that. Girls have caught guys looking at their chests multiple times. Harry and Ron didn't do it much only when they had first met and they didn't really see her as a person. Snape probably didn't even swing their way, and possibly Neville. He definitely wasn't straight but his eyes did tend to wander to the chests of girls now he wasn't as nervous around people, not Snape.
It was around 9:30 now. Max and his buddies wouldn't go swimming for several more hours. Dominic didn't want to go to the pool just yet. Maybe he could visit his parents for a bit and drop off his stuff. When he did decide to go, he didn't want loads of unnecessary things with him.
Half an hour later, he walked into his house. His parents were sitting in the back of the house, in the garden, sunbathing on deck chairs. Unheard of. They were in England sunbathing might as well have not existed. They only noticed him when he cast a shadow over them. "What are you doing back so soon?" Asked Michael as he studied him over his glasses. "Is something wrong?" "No, nothing's wrong. I just haven't got anything to do for now and I'm hungry," Dominic said standing there. Usually, his mother would mutter something and get up to help make him some food, not this time though she just continued to sip on her cider and ignore outside stimulation. Dominic went into the house and ran upstairs to set down his items. When he was back downstairs he looked in the refrigerator for something to eat. He pulled out a head of lettuce, tomatoes, ketchup, and cheese. Things like cheese were a rare product in his family. With both his parents being dentists, they usually tended to only eat foods that came from the ground.
He, then, went to the pantry and pulled out a loaf of uncut bread. His parents also didn't really like store brand things. If they got it was mostly some obscure brand or like the organic of organic foods. He cut the loaf into semi-thick slices using a bread knife. When he was finally done making his sandwich he set it down on a plate and went to the kitchen table to eat it. Before he could take a bite his father came in and sat in front of him. He gestures for Dominic to put his snack down and studied him under his sunglasses. "It's time," he said, "for me to tell you what I should have told you this morning, Hermione." Dominic cut him off before he could continue, "Dominic." "What?" "Sorry I forgot I didn't tell you and mum. When I'm a boy my name is Dominic. It's okay if you mess up a couple of times just don't make a big deal of it." "Alright, Dominic. I have something I should have told you this morning. I am going to tell you everything." Dominic was definitely confused, what was so important that his dad felt such a need to tell him in such a serious matter while brushing over the fact he had just been told his child's masculine name. Dominic looked back at his father with one eyebrow raised. "What?" Instead of answering Michael got up and went to a cupboard by the oven. He reached forward to pull something out. He leaned in a bit more and his arm up to his shoulder disappeared. With a disgruntled look, his head followed. Dominic was even more confused, he knew of magically expanded spaces, he even studied them in length, but the only way for his dad to have one was for Dominic to charm it and Dominic was certain he didn't. A minute later, he emerged from the cupboard that appeared to be trying to eat him with something in his grasp. Dominic clasped his hands over his mouth to stop the gasp that was threatening him to be let out. Cheesy puffs. His dad was holding a bag of cheesy puffs.