Waking up in the hospital wing wasn't new to Harry. He was there at least once a year, after all. So when he woke up in the hospital wing, it wasn't shocking.

Groaning as he had woken, his head throbbed. Warm skin brushed up against his bandaged waist. Glasses placed to his left on a wooden bedside table.

Light was quickly flashed in his face. Harry squinted and tried to push the light away. He heard a small laugh.

"Mr. Potter, I thought we weren't going to end up in the hospital wing this year." A familiar voice said. The light was moved away from his face, and he slowly opened his eyes. Memories quickly flooded his mind, causing panic to spike.

"Mione! Ron!" He yelled, frantically turning his head. Pomfrey chuckled warmly and pointed to the two beds in between him. Hermione was groggily moving. Moaning as she wiped the hair from her face.

Harry gasped at the sight. His dark skin had bright colored words on it. It was as bright as highlighters on printer paper.

The words swiveled and changed.

Confused

Tired

Terrified

Words upon words littered her skin. Changing as Hermione started to come to her senses. Her brown eyes opened slowly. Cracking open as her tongue started out of her mouth. Her tongue swiftly licked her lips as a yawn escaped.

"'Arry? HARRY!" Hermione screamed. Panting as she frantically looked around. She froze and let out a sigh of relief once she spotted Harry. With little thought of who watched, she hopped into the same bed Harry was in. Harry's eyes were wide and his mouth opened in silent horror.

"Mione. Your skin..."

Hermione reached to her face and felt her skin tenderly. Her fingertips ghosted around her cheeks before her eyes caught Harry's face.

"Oh Merlin!" She screeched, jumping back. Her legs hit Harry's as she went back. Harry felt around his face hesitantly. He was not one for vanity, but Hermione seemed terrified at the sight of him.

Pulling the two away from their thoughts, Ron groaned.

"Ron!" Harry and Hermione screamed. Ron opened his eyes slowly. He winced as his pupils got equipped to the light.

"'Mione? 'Ry?"

Ron's skin displayed words as well. 

Anxious, fearful, and trepidatious spread on his face. The black font covering his freckles as he looked at his friends.

"Oh thank Morgana, I thought something tried to kill us again!" He blurted out before growing pale. His eyes widened as he saw his partners faces. His lips parting as he gasped.

"... am I hallucinating? Did the potion give me brain damage?!"

Madam Pomfrey sighed and shook her head. She was frowning and placed a vial down on the table. 

"Fortunately, the potion you created in class only acted as a truth potion. Unfortunately, it's the most powerful with no cure. It comes in three stages, and it will only get worse from here, I'm afraid."

Hermione was about to interject when Madam Pomfrey shook her head.

"It's a trial potion, yet to be released to the public due to the raw power the potion gives off. I wish we could help, but I'm afraid Professor Snape and I would destroy your magical cored if we tried to intervene."

With that she left the trio.

"Three stages..." Hermione whispered to herself.

"Am I the only one who wants to know what we created and, uh, you know, actually find out the stages so we don't blow off some major wizard illness for the potion effects?" Ron asked the two.

Harry shrugged, his face mutual.

"Honestly, I'm surprised the potion didn't deform us all, killed you two, and made me a hybrid of man and hippo."

Hermione let a twisted laugh out, Ron snorting. Harry looked at them with a crooked grin.

The words on his face were changing.

Pained

Terrified

Loved

"Mate, your life is fucked up."

Harry rolled his eyes, "You're telling me!" The trio laughed as they tried to process the new potion. Ron and Hermione joining Harry in his bed as the three talked, waiting to access more information from Madam Pomfrey.