Chapter 6: How to achieve the now unimpossible.

Harry awoke around six the next morning. He lay on his ragged cot for a few minutes before he gather the strength to begin meditating. He appeared in the white room a while later and quickly sorted through yesterday's events.

He stood for a moment before deciding that white just didn't do it for him. Now, all that he saw was six doors in darkness. 'The black doesn't work either.'

Harry thrust his hands upward and flakes of silver shot from his fingers. Fog spread out afterwards and formed cloud patches in various places to give a sense of distance. As an afterthought he gave an elegant twist of his hand and the moon graced the sky in the background. The water floor was 'lowered' and rounded at the edges to create the image of an oceanic horizon in every direction. He turned the plain brown 'doors' into a misty color the blended with the 'clouds' and moved them to various sections of the 'sky.'

Harry then pictured himself before his core to remove part of the charm. When the second piece was almost gone he was suddenly jerked from his mind by hands shaking his shoulders. Harry screamed as a wave of energy was released from his core and created a wave of energy that shot through his room. Darkness ate at his eyes and he knew no more.

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A mess of shaggy black hair was revealed when his eyes finally opened. The last thing he remembered was a wave of white light and then absolute darkness. The dead weight on top of him groaned and rolled off onto the floor with an odd yip.

Harry finally understood that he was no longer alone. He quickly pulled his wand from the nightstand only to drop it as his vision swam.

Another groan came from the figure and he saw a pale arm reach up. Halfway up the slim appendage stopped and a sound of surprise reached Harry's ears.

He nearly jumped out of the bed when the figure frantically started to frantically pat its chest and screamed, 'Where the hell's my tits?'

The most confusing part of all came when he caught a glimpse at his own face on the other side of the room.

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It had been nearly an hour since Harry had woken to find a hysterical former female in his room. He had eventually managed o calm her/him down when he finally figured out that the mysterious duplicate was actually Tonks.

She had come over to check up on him after yesterday's events and mistakenly tried to wake him. Harry debated with himself if he should tell her the damaged that could have occurred. In the end he decided that he should confide in at least one person.

"We should just count ourselves lucky, Tonks."

"Lucky? Lucky!? I'm a freakin' boy! How the hell could things get worse? I've never even attempted to change half of my body at once let alone a full mass and sex change. I could be stuck looking like Harry freaking Potter for the rest of my life!" she screamed at him.

"At least we didn't blow up half of Little Whinging," Harry said nonchalantly.

She quickly turned to him and he expected a blow to come any second as her jaw clenched and eye began to twitch. It was disturbing, to say the least, to see one's self glaring furiously back at one's self.

He held up his hands in peace. "Look I'm sorry that I accidentally changed you into a guy but how can I fix it if you kill me?"

Her twitching eye stopped but her eyes narrowed. "Well, you better fix it now or I'm really going to kick your ass!"

"Calm down, Tonks. We don't want you to accidentally zap any nearby muggles do we?"

"Let's cut off your bits, turn you into a girl, and see if you calm down! I've been trying to change back into me since I woke up on your bloody floor and it's like my body can't change. I can't even change the shape of my nose!"

Despite how bizarre that statement was Harry nodded his head in a comforting fashion and gestured for her to sit down.

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Ten minutes later he was sitting against the wall on his bed with a hefty book on his crossed legs. Harry glanced up to see her eyes crossed while she tried to force a change on her body.

"Want me to try?" he asked her.

Slowly her gaze returned to normal and she glared at him.

"Sure," she said sarcastically. "Just don't blow up Surrey," she continued by mocking his earlier statement.

"Hey," he said, "I can't change the risks so if you don't want me to do it then fine."

She sat there and blinked for a moment. "Your serious about blowing up aren't you?"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Yup."

Her incredulous tone and expression gave him a thought.

His body relaxed seconds later. Suddenly he tensed and his arm shot up to point at the broken wardrobe next to the door. Tension filled the air and then it suddenly had a hole blown through it and the wall behind it. A frightened yelp told him that it had continued even further into the house.

After his grimace at destroying part of the wall vanished he gave her wide eyes a satisfied grin. "That's about a hundredth of the average witch or wizard's power. Imagine what the Great Harry Potter could do."

She just stared and blinked completely mute in her astonishment. Harry took this opportunity to quickly enter her mind. He locked his eyes onto hers and they fell into the depths of her mind.

It was raining. The murky grey sky that was the metamorphmagus' mind overwhelmed his senses. The light swirling of the wind that twisted the sky in random intoxicating patterns, the feel of a cold, wintry, British day was like ecstasy on his skin.

A tingle ran down Harry's spine. He shook himself out of the spell that he was caught unawares by.

Another moment passed as he concentrated and the surroundings quickly faded away and Tonks' core was before him.

It was like nothing he had ever seen before. It was no bigger or smaller that his but that is where the similarities ended. It was…vibrant to say the least. Every color imaginable was encased into her very being. Swirls of random light flickered over her entire core though it was not out of place in the spunky Auror.

Then he saw it…No he felt it. Him or rather his magic, his soul, or rather his life-force, it called to him and he obeyed.

He didn't need to look for it because it pulled him without any concentration. He could have easily found it anyway. It flashed different colors like the rest of her core but it only alternated between a deep emerald green, black, and a gold/white mixture.

Harry did the only thing he could think of, he pulled his magic. His hand was in front of the small portion of magic that had been imprinted upon her core. Harry never touched her core in fear of doing more damage, but allowed his magic to pull what rightfully belonged to him.

Moments later he shook out of a daze. He was looking at her core once more but now it was not as vibrant and less colorful. That's when he noticed his hand was still up but now it was different. It was thinner, slim…and definitely very feminine.

Harry looked down…and blushed. He was a girl or rather his mental image of himself was. Not being as ignorant of girls as most would believe, he quickly banished the dirty thoughts from his mind.

When he turned to Tonks' core he realized what he had done and immediately began to feel guilty. He had stolen her magic and taken into himself.

Quickly trying to fix his mistake he concentrated on any foreign magic in his body and began to push it back into her.

When he was finished he had a nervous feeling. His magic was gone from her but now hers was different. It was more chaotic and…yet tamer than before. There was also more green, white, and gold swirling about…and if he wasn't mistaken…her core was larger than before. Harry groaned. He had no idea what this would do to her. Had something like this even ever happened before?

Harry pulled himself from her mind. He saw her shake her head and wobble slightly. Her usual form began to take shape and he held his breath.

She looked down at herself and ran her hands all over to prove she was back. Finally she looked up. A worried and puzzled expression graced her face.

"Uhh…Harry?"

"…Yes?..." came his hesitant reply.

"Why are we glowing?" she asked nervously.

He quickly checked himself over and looked once more to her.

"But we're not gl…Oh shit," he said. "I think I changed you Tonks…"

"Of course you did! I'm back to me."

Harry winced. "That's not what I meant. I think I changed you."

Her expression bordered on confused before quickly turning to frightened.

"What did you do to me? Did you mess with my eyes? Gi…give me brain damage? Dammit Potter what did you do to me?," she rambled.

Harry gaped at her for a moment as she started to fall apart in front of him.

"Tonks? Tonks?Tonks?" She looked at him with terrified eyes. "There is nothing wrong with you." He saw her about to interrupt and held up a hand. "Humor me. What color am I?"

She yelled at him. "What the hell does it matter Potter! People don't glow green, white, and gold!"

He gave a small laugh and nervously scratched the back of his head. "No," he said slowly, "but my aura does."

That stopped her nervous ranting. "What? Your aura, but I can't see…Oh. Oh. Ok."

She flopped onto the bed and sighed. "Harry this isn't possible. I'm dreaming. What did you do?"

"I was…uh…practicing with my core and you woke me…and…uh the magical backlash was absorbed into your core so I had to pull it out. Well…I pulled my magic out, but it had some side effects."

She quirked an eyebrow at him. "Such as?"

Harry gave a nervous chuckle. "I'm no expert but I think that my magic was to much for your core to handle and fused you into one state so that your body could accept it."

She saw a battle flash across his face. "And?" Tonks provoked.

Harry sighed and said, "I pulled my magic out but it pulled some of yours out too so I had to put some back…and our magics had blended…"

"I'm not bound to you or anything am I?" Her left eye was twitching.

"Well, no…"

"Then what aren't you explaining?" she demanded.

Harry sat on the bed beside of her and sighed. "I think my magic was too strong for your core and…somehow my magic was being absorbed into your core which in effect made you…"

"Dammit Harry just spit it out!"

"I increased the size of your magical core by a very noticeable sum…which somehow gave you the ability to see auras."

She snorted at him. "Harry, the only things that can do that are very powerful rituals."

He nodded. "I know," he said while tossing his only pillow on the floor. "Levitation charm please?"

She gave him an odd look before incanting: wingardium leviosa.

The pillow rocked to the ceiling and stuffing exploded over the room as a light crack appeared in the paint.

Tonks just turned with a bemused and bewildered expression. "Harry? Is there any rule that you can't break?"

He shook his head in exasperation. "I didn't do this on purpose. I wouldn't have believed it possible an hour ago."

Tonks suddenly jumped up and exclaimed, "Harry! Are you okay? If blending our magic made me stronger then what about you? It didn't make you any weaker did it? Has it done anything to you?"

Harry couldn't help but to laugh at her nervous concern.

"Relax Tonks. My little outburst was a mere fraction of the power I have. It was like casting a spell or accidental magic to me. I'm fine."

She looked at him doubtfully but sat back down. "So…Our magics kind of combined and made me stronger…then what happened when you pulled blended magic back into you?"

He gave another nervous laugh. "I think I…uh…"

She narrowed her eyes.

"I think I copied your…ability…"

"So you are saying that you're…"

"I turned into you for a moment so…"

Tonks gave a squeal of glee and her usual pink haired form pounced on him.

"Oh, Harry we're going to have so much fun!"