Harry stood in the kitchen, cooking dinner for the family once again. She was still extremely weirded out by their new treatment of her. They didn't make her do as many chores (but of course, most of her chores were outside ones, and saying as Vernon forbade her to go outside, she had no other choice but to stay inside all of the time) and actually let her have full meals.

She had sent off a letter to Snape two days ago, but had gotten no answer whatsoever. This worried the girl even more, afraid that perhaps Snape would refuse to find a way to get her back to normal. That or he was the one that did it in the first place, thus refusing to reverse the curse.

Harry was shaken out of her reverie when she noticed that the water had started boiling. She took the top off and turned the temperature down a bit. She then began to break the spaghetti into halves and put it into the boiling water. She replaced the lid and turned the temperature back up. She then turned her attention to the sauce. It was bubbling nicely and gave off a nice scent.

"Is it almost ready?" Petunia snapped as she looked nervously out of the window. Vernon's boss was coming to dinner that night, and she didn't want anything to go wrong.

"Almost, Aunt Petunia. The spaghetti just needs to cook some more. I put the sauce on low, since it is done cooking; it just needs to stay warm. The garlic bread is in the oven, cooling off a bit."

"Good. You will serve us all and then sit next to Mr. Carlisle's son, got it?" Petunia said, glaring at Harry.

"O-okay…" Harry said, eyes going wide.

She went back to attending to the spaghetti when the doorbell rang. Greetings were exchanged between the Carlisle's and Dursley's and then they began to shuffle into the dining room.

"Is the dinner ready, darling?" Petunia said in a sugary sweet voice that made Harry jump.

"Y-yes, Aunt Petunia." Harry said as she strained the pasta and then put it back into the pot. She began to make up plates of food for everyone, and then began to serve everyone; the Carlisle's being first, then the Dursley's. The small amount that was left, Harry kept for herself. She then nervously made her way towards the empty seat next to the Carlisle's son and sat down.

"Hi." The young man said, smiling at Harry.

"Um… um… hi…" Harry stuttered.

"She is a very timid girl." Petunia said, "Not very good with words really…"

Mr. Carlisle took a bite of the spaghetti, and smiled, "May not be good with words, but she sure is good with cooking. My word, what a talented chef you are."

"Thank you, sir." Harry said, looking down at her food. She then blinked. "Oh! I forgot, is there anything you would like to drink? I'm sorry…"

"Well, the adults will be having wine. The three of you may figure out what you want." Vernon said, picking up the wine bottle and uncorking it.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon. What would you like to drink… um…"

Mr. Carlisle's son smiled, "Harry. My name is Harry."

'You've got to be kidding me…' Harry thought.

"Harold. You go by Harold, dear." Mrs. Carlisle said.

"Fine, mum." Harold said, rolling his eyes. "I'll help you. Dudley, what do you want?"

"Soda." Dudley replied.

"Right." Harold said.

Once Harry and Harold were in the kitchen, Harry let out a huge sigh.

"I can't believe I did that… Oh Merlin, I can't believe that I did that…"

Harold looked at her oddly, his eyebrows raised, "Can't believe that you did what?"

"Forgot the drinks!" Harry whispered loudly. If this were any other time, Petunia would have had her hide by now. Or worse, Vernon.

"Well, don't worry, I don't mind. I can forgive a gal as pretty as you." Harold said as he walked towards the fridge and opened it, taking out a bottle of soda.

Harry stopped for a moment and then laughed weakly. "Um, would you get the water jug too?"

Harold did as he was told and set both bottles on the counter. "Soda or water?" Harry asked.

"Water."

Harry poured the drinks and put the containers back in the fridge. She gave Dudley his drink and then sat back at her place next to Harold.

"Your niece is lovely. So very well mannered. Though, she should be more like your son and more confidence in herself. She will get all stepped on if she doesn't learn to have more confidence." Mrs. Carlisle said, actual concern in her voice. She looked at Harry for a moment, her eyes looking her up and down. Harry bowed her head and continued to eat, hoping that no one could see the blush that was steadily creeping onto her face.

The conversation then turned to praising Dudley and finally business. Harold was finished eating first, but he waited a while, quietly listening to the conversation. Harry finished second, and she tentatively held her head up.

"Um, Uncle Vernon, can I be excused from the table please?" she asked.

Vernon looked over his "niece" for a few moments and then nodded. "Just make sure you wash off Harold's plate and glass with yours. Silverware too."

"Yes, Uncle Vernon." Harry said as she got up from her seat and took the two empty plates, the silverware, and glasses away from the table and moved towards the kitchen. Harold excused himself and followed Harry.

After rinsing off the plates and putting them on the drying rack, Harry looked outside. She wanted to go outside, but did not want to incur the wrath of Uncle Vernon. She was about to turn around to start her way to her bedroom when she bumped into Harold.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that." Harry said, feeling very uncomfortable with the closeness of the two; she could feel his chest rising and falling against her breasts and his hands were on her hips. She moved, getting out of his grip, and began to walk up the stairs towards her room. Harold followed.

"Um… You… you can't come into my room." Harry said, standing in front of the doorway.

"Why not?" Harold asked, leaning towards Harry, gazing into her emerald eyes.

"My uncle would throw a fit. He would kill me."

"I would think that as long as you played nice with the boss's kiddy, it would be fine." Harold said. He then tilted his head, "Didn't your aunt tell you to sit next to me?"

"Well, yes, but…"

Harry could feel herself sweating. Harold was closing in on her and she couldn't move. Where were her Seeker reflexes now? She felt his hand touch her shoulder, and his forehead touch hers.

"Don't… please don't…" Harry whispered over and over. In her head, Harry kept praying for Snape to suddenly find the cure to the curse and burst through the door and cast it. After throwing this creep off of her first, of course.

The young man placed his hand on Harry's bare leg. Petunia had told the girl to wear a skirt tonight, and so Harry obeyed. The hand kept going higher and higher…

"What the hell are you doing?" came Dudley's voice from the base of the stairs. His eyes were huge as he stared at the young man trying to force himself on his cousin.

"What is going on, Dudley? You shouldn't use such language when company is over." Petunia said, and then stopped as her eyes fell on Harry.

The rest of those at the dinner table had made their way to the base of the stairs and were staring at Harold and Harry.

Mr. Carlisle could only splutter, Vernon stood with his mouth open, but Mrs. Carlisle was furious, her eyes burning.

"Harold Quincy Carlisle! How dare you put your hands on a girl when it is so clear that she does not want to be touched! I thought that I raised you better!" She stormed up the stairs and hit him upside the head. She then took him by the ear and pulled. "You apologize to the girl! Now!"

Harold glared at Harry, "I'm sorry."

"Good. Now into the car with you! I will talk to you more once we get home!" Mrs. Carlisle watched as her son left the house and then turned to Harry, "I am so sorry, my dear. You should have said something, though. If you did, I would have had a talk with him."

Harry stared down at the floor. She knew that if she had said anything, the woman would have claimed that her darling son could not have done anything of the sort and said that she was a liar. That was why she didn't say anything.

Mrs. Carlisle then fixed her clothing and then went down the stairs, joining her husband. "Thank you for the lovely evening, Mr. Dursley, but we really should go. We once again apologize for our son's behavior."

And with that, they left, leaving the Dursley's staring at Harry, who had crumbled in the hallway and began to cry.

Conditions Met:

1. More than one character must have their gender switched.
2. They are switched involuntarily.