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Chapter 2 – Turning Off the Potter Charm

The first thing Lily noticed as she woke up was that the world has blurred. The second was that these weren't her clothes. And, most importantly, the third was that this room was painted royal blue. And hers was red and gold.

There was only one thing for it, she decided. James Potter, the utter bastard had snuck in her room, taken her out and played some prank on her that was very badly and crudely done. However, this did not stop the afore mentioned James Potter to be missing from the room.

She sighed. Putting her hands over her face, she realized another thing. Her hair was short. She grabbed a strand and stared at the somewhat blurry black piece of, most importantly, short hair.

James Potter is going to pay!

However, when James Potter woke up, he stretched out and opened his eyes to find the world in perfect focus. He blinked. Thinking that, perhaps, he had left his glasses on, he touched his face. There were no glasses, but it wasn't his face either.

Feeling something on his shoulder, he grabbed it and brought it up for inspection. It was red, curly, shiny and, without a doubt extremely "Evans-like," as he whispered to himself. Looking down as he sat up, he noticed that something was obstructing his view. Upon further inspection (and a few blushing) he realized just what the unexplainable thing on his chest was.

James Potter, in all his manliness and muscles and good looks, had turned into a woman.

"Damn it Sirius," James mumbled, rolling out of bed. "What the hell did you do?"

Using his newfound perfect vision, James Potter realized something else as well. He wasn't in his room. And his voice sounded too high and feminine to be his. Instead, looking around at the masses of books and the decoration, he concluded he was in Lily's room.

"Evans!" he growled. It didn't sound as threatening coming from his high, feminine, and eerily familiar voice.

Coming down at full speed from the top of the stairs, Lily reached the living room at the same time that James did. She had found some weird glasses and had put them on, finding they fit her nose perfectly. She had then realized that she no longer possessed certain qualifications needed to be labeled as a girl, and then found out how deep her voice was as she cursed at the world. In fact, upon further reflection, her nightmare had been confirmed. She was, in fact, a boy.

Now, standing in the middle of the room and seeing herself standing across from her, there was only one thing to do.

Lily started to giggle. Uncontrollably, and sounding very wrong coming from a boy's face and a boy's voice, her high-pitched giggles were the one thing that let you know you were going to die in the next minute. Possibly two, if you're a fast runner.

James, however, never being around long enough to hear the sound that makes vampire's hair stand on edge, merely crossed his arms right below what was now his rather different chest and stared at her.

"James Potter, you're going to die," Lily said in a very masculine sing-song voice.

"What?" James, literally, squealed. "Why me? I didn't do anything!"

"Then who did?" Lily asked the giggles stopping as abruptly as they had come. She turned her face to him and focused on him beyond her glasses.

James flinched back. "I don't know! I'm as lost as you are in this! It's not like I asked for this body!"

Lily narrowed her eyes. "You didn't ask for my body? What do you mean by that, Potter? You're constantly proclaiming your eternal love for me. This would be the perfect prank to play on me and then look at yourself, at my body, in the mirror! Oh, you're so the type to do that!"

James blushed deeply. "Am not, but if you're saying it's okay," he tried, and then shook his head. The voice was too high, and he was talking to a guy. To himself, no less. It just wouldn't work out.

Lily sat down, feeling the sofa sink in a little. She rubbed her temples and the glasses on her face got in the way. She settled for a very dramatic sigh. "Alright then, if you didn't do this, then who did?"

Both their heads snapped up as they looked at each other in comprehension. "Black!" Lily exclaimed at the same time when James nearly screamed "Sirius!"

They almost ran into each other in dashing for the Common Room door. Lily made it there first and swung it open, slamming it against the wall and shouting a very angry "Black! Come down here!"

James came in shortly after her and glanced around at the scared students awake at this ungodly hour. "Sirius! I have to talk to you!"

In his true spirit, Sirius Black came out and grinned at the general direction of James's now abundantly female voice. "Some lovely lady called my…oh, it's you Evans," he finished lamely, frowning. He grumbled and turned to walk back in.

However, before he managed to do so, Lily had already sprinted up the stairs and, with the ease that comes with the muscles her new body had, wheeled him around and dragged him by the arm back into the Head Dorm.

"Hey, Prongs, where are we going?" Sirius protested feebly. "Let, go, will you? I am perfectly capable of walking by myself!"

"Oh, I doubt it," Lily muttered. She received a very puzzled stare from the person currently being dragged by her.

"Prongs, are you feeling alright? James?"

"Shut up, Sirius," James said, shutting the door behind them. Sirius now turned to the seemingly very angry Lily and gawked.

"Listen, Evans, if you want to make a move on me, you're going to have to be nice about it…"

"Oh, stop being so full of yourself, you twit!" Lily said, thrusting him into the chair. He looked at her, completely baffled.

"Sirius, what did you do last night?" James asked.

"What?" Sirius asked, looking at him. Lily leaned down and put a very firm hand on his shoulder.

"Listen, Black, whatever little stunt you're trying to pull, it's not funny! Now set it right and leave!"

"Prongs, mate, what's gotten into you?" Sirius asked pleadingly. Lily leaned back.

"It's not him," James said quietly. "I know what it was."

Lily looked down at Sirius and, grinning, forcibly pulled him up and into the Gryffindor Common Room, slamming the door shut in his very confused face.

"Well?" she demanded. James flinched back a bit.

"Evans, you should calm down," he suggested.

"I'll calm down when I'm back in my bloody body, so just shut up and tell me how to fix it!"

"Well, remember the powder?" James started quietly. Lily screamed in rage and sat heavily down on the couch. She began to rub her temples, this time removing the glasses.

"Look, I thought we decided that you're absolutely useless at both Arithmancy and Potions, and there was no bloody chance in hell it would ever work."

"No, you decided that. I went to Remus, and he said everything seemed in order."

Lily sighed. "Let me see the papers, then," she concluded. James rushed to his rightful room and retrieved the small notebook. He handed it over and Lily put the glasses back on. "Bloody hell, Potter, you're really blind!"

"Thanks, Evans, you always say such nice things," James said, smiling sarcastically.

"No wonder you went out with Josie Parker."

"She's not that bad looking!"

"Yeah, but the glow from her fake-blond hair is enough to blind a basilisk."

"Well, Evans, your red hair would be a pleasant change…" James started but trailed off. Lily shut her eyes tight.

"The one thing I absolutely refuse to tolerate is for you to be asking me out when I'm not even in my own body!"

"Fine, Evans, I'll tone it down a bit."

Lily fixed him with a fierce glare. "Not a bit, Potter! You're turning your self-proclaimed "Potter charm" off while residing in my body! The last thing I need is for it to seem like I've started liking girls!"

"Fine! But same goes to you!"

"Oh, please, like I'd be stupid enough to do that. Get a grip, Potter. And stop smirking. It makes my face look weird."

James stopped, and filed the last comment under "Things I never thought I would hear" in his mind. He settled for watching the forest out of the window while Lily rustled through the notebook and mumbled to herself.

"It pains me to admit that someone so dismal at these subjects didn't make a terrible mistake in his calculations," Lily said, closing the notebook.

"Why, Evans, was that a compliment?"

"No, Potter, that was an insult hidden under a nice sentence. A compliment from me to you will never exist."

"Never say never!"

"You do realize that's a double-negative, right?"

James looked puzzled. "A double what?"

"A double…oh, never mind! It seems like your stupid powder worked, miraculously."

"Well, that's alright then! It should only last a couple of hours."

"For half the bag?" Lily asked. When James nodded, she grinned.

"What?"

"I knew it! You had to mess up sometime!"

"What?"

"You poured out half the bag! That will, according to my correct calculations, last at least a week, if not two."

"You mean I have to walk around in this body for two weeks?" James exclaimed.

"Oh, don't even get me started! I have to be in your body for that time, and that's much worse."

James frowned, looked down at himself, and carefully pokes his chest. The right part, actually.

"Stop that!"

"This may not me so bad after all. I've always wondered how you put on bras."

"Stop it!"

"You know, Evans, you've got a fine set of-"

"Potter…"

"What? All I'm saying is I like your-"

"Potter!"

"It's just a compliment, Evans! Not like it's anything bad! I just like-"

"Potter, what did we discuss only twenty minutes ago?"

"Um…the weather? But seriously, Evans, you're very…well shaped."

Lily glared at him. "Mental hospital sick, I'm telling you!" she muttered and got up.

"Wait! Where are you going?"

"I am going to stare at a wall, Potter, because it beats talking to you!"

"Evans, wait!" James called out as she opened the door to the hallway. "I still don't know what a mental hospital is!" he screamed out desperately as she slammed the door shut.