Walking unsteadily to the bathroom, trying to get used to the empty feeling between his legs and the unfamiliar weight on his chest, Harry made it to the door and slipped in, being extra careful to close and lock it behind him.

He rubbed his hands together trying uneasily to figure out how one even went about doing this. He knew how he was supposed to get this done; it was just the process of comprehending it enough to actually get started. Or actually going through the process without chucking up today's lunch.

He steadfastly ignored the mirror to his left and made his way towards the toilet. He quickly pulled his pants down and sat, tilting his head up and glaring at the ceiling so he didn't have to look down at his newly acquired lady parts.

After finishing his business, staring resolutely at the ceiling and cursing intermittently at his screwed up life the entire time, he pulled his pants back up, banished the contents in the toilet with his wand and made his way to the sink.

He tried to ignore the mirror as he washed his hands, but the desire to know what had changed about his looks was too strong. He sincerely hoped he hadn't changed much at all, and that it wouldn't feel like he was looking at a stranger in the mirror, even if it felt like he was living in a stranger's body.

He glanced up at the mirror after shutting the sink off, and studied his face. He ran a hand through his short messy hair and traced his fingertips down his jawline. There wasn't much different about him- he could still recognize himself- but there were enough changes to make it noticeable.

His features seemed softer and more feminine, which was to be expected, really, but his face still had the same basic structure. His eyes were the same startling green that he had gotten from his mother, which relieved him, not that he had expected them to change anyways.

He studied his nose and his cheekbones, as well as his jaw, noticing that those were the features that were the most drastically changed. They seemed to be smaller, in petite sort of way, but still slightly defined. He wondered how the potion had set about changing him and if some of his new features had any likeness to his mother.

He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of the sudden prickle of tears in his eyes. Harry wiped his eyes roughly as the tears fell down his cheeks, furious at himself for getting so emotional over this.

The potion could have done worse things to him, it was no use tearing up and get angry over the fact that he had his body configured to that of a woman. It really doesn't do anything to him except make him extremely uncomfortable and embarrassed. Which was really nothing new for him.

He tried to reassure himself with the fact that Snape is a great potions master, and if anyone could figure out a way to turn him back, he would. They may still loathe each other, but he liked to think they harbored a great deal more respect for the other since the war.

Snape had been bitten by Nagini, Voldemort's snake, and had passed to him a vial full of memories. The secrets revealed in Snape's memories had been shocking, the fact that Dumbledore was alive and just in hiding being one of them.

He had thought Snape to be dead when he had left him in the shack, so it had been somewhat of a surprise when he stumbled into the great hall when the battle had been all but finished, scoffing at the idea that he would even go near Voldemort and his snake without an antidote with him.

Harry let his hands drop and gripped on to the edge of the sink, trying to calm himself. Snape would find a way to fix him. He would. Until then, Harry would just have to deal with the awkwardness of his new body.

....

After drying his tears, Harry had gone back out into the hospital wing to eat his dinner, and then decided to go to sleep, not having anything else to do, and not wanting to bother with his homework.

In the morning, he woke up to the sound of Ron and Hermione bickering, and sat up to greet them. He wasn't angry at them for what happened yesterday anymore, but he wasn't comfortable with them referring to him as a girl. He may have all the parts to be a girl, but in his mind he was still very much a male. Harry watched amused as Hermione and Ron argued about whether or not they should wake him.

He waited patiently for them to notice that he was already awake, but they continued their argument which had somehow turned into a debate on the effectiveness of Ron's study habits. Or lack of study habits, really.

Harry rolled his eyes at the oblivious couple and decided to get their attention. "Good morning," he greeted, and gave a small smile when they both turned surprised eyes his way.

Unfortunately, his newly awakened state was not enough to put a stop to their bickering. Ron gestured towards him, turning back to Hermione. "Ha, see? He's awake anyways!"

Hermione scowled at his smug expression and replied "of course he is. You're so loud I'm surprised he whole castle hasn't awoken!"

"You were just as loud as me!"

"You were yelling!"

"You're yelling now!"

Harry looked up at the ceiling, rolling his eyes exasperatedly and wondering what he had ever done to deserve this. Sometimes he thought the fact that they were dating made them more inclined to fight with each other. If he wasn't sure that they were actually completely in love with each other he might wonder why they were together at all.

He sighed and cast a tempus to check the time, slightly groaning when he saw how early it was. Why would they come wake him up at this ungodly hour? More importantly, how did Hermione manage to get Ron out of bed before ten on a weekend?

He cleared his throat, trying to bring their attention back to him and away from their disagreements. They didn't seem to hear him. Their fighting was quickly turning into less of a fight and more of some sort of foreplay... Harry shuddered. It would be best that he distract them soon.

He cleared his throat again, "guys!" They abruptly turned to him again, looking startled.

"Oh, Harry! You're up!" Hermione have him bright smile and Ron gave him a sheepish look. Harry had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes again and pointing out the fact that they already knew he was up.

"Yes I am awake, it was hard to sleep with you two squabbling like a couple of jarveys..." Hermione scowled at his statement with a slight blush on her cheeks and Ron just gave him a lopsided grin.

"Sorry mate, were just here to see how you're doing." Hermione nodded along with this statement, "yes, how are you Harry? Has there been any other...side effects of the potion?"

Harry sighed and leaned back as they watched him with worried expressions. "Yeah, I'm fine. Well, as fine as I can be, being stuck in a woman's body and all."

Hermione nodded and pursed her lips looking pensive, before turning over and searching through her bag. "I've brought some thing for you, you know to get used to all of this and a change of clothes. I'm not sure..." she trailed off as she continued rummaging through her bag and Ron took the opportunity to start a conversation with him.

"So...what's it like?"

Harry cocked his head, "what?"

"You know, being a girl... is it different?"

Harry scowled. "Of course it's different. It's uncomfortable and annoying and I want this breasts off because they're heavy, and annoying and, and!"

He punctuated his words as Ron watched on with a bewildered expression. "They hurt! I can't even lie on my stomach! These stupid lumps get in my way! How can women even stand it?"

Harry poked harshly at his newly acquired breasts with a petulant pout on his face and Ron turned surprised and questioning eyes over to Hermione, who had paused her search to listen in on Harry's rant.

Hermione shrugged her shoulders and went back to her bag and Ron turned back to Harry awkwardly, "um...wow, ok." He muttered, and Harry scowled harder, trying to cross his arms to convey his annoyance, but huffing in frustration when he couldn't figure out how to do it over his breasts. "What? You asked, and I think I'm allowed to complain, seeing as I'm stuck in a woman's body."

Ron nodded, "yeah, yeah, I know" he agreed, and then winced slightly, "I just didn't expect so much... detail..."

Harry huffed and squirmed slightly in his seat and Hermione interrupted them with a shout of "aha!"

They turned to her and saw that she was holding up and couple of books and a set of clothes. Harry wrinkled his nose at the sight of the women's clothing, knowing that Hermione was going to expect him to wear it.

She handed him the clothing and set the books on the small table next to him. "Since we don't know how long you're going to have to stay here I brought some entertainment for you."

Harry eyed the stack of books critically, noticing the lack of anything entertaining, but thanked Hermione for them anyways.

Ron patted his back sympathetically, and Harry gave him a small smile in return before turn to the pile of folded clothes in his arms. Hermione, noticing his expression, explained that they were some of her old clothes that didn't fit her. "I thought that since you're a little smaller than me they might fit... just try them out ok?"

Harry wanted to scowl and snap at her for bringing him her clothes. Why couldn't he get some of his own clothes? He was ultimately the same size as before anyways... but he didn't voice any more of his complaints or questions out loud. Ron and Hermione were just trying to help him, and he still had to make up for snapping at them yesterday...

He smiled weakly at them and Hermione beamed in response. "Thanks guys," he whispered. "I'll, um, I'll get changed into these later." Harry hoped Hermione came back to check whether or not he actually did, because he had no intention of wearing her old uniform.

...

They stayed for a while longer to chat with him, which made Harry feel slightly better about his whole situation, because nothing had really seemed to change. Well, if he ignored the fact that Ron seemed to be slightly nervous and awkward around him and Hermione seemed a little too enthusiastic about the fact that they were now the same sex.

She took every opportunity to refer to him as "her" or "she" and while it made him uncomfortable he decided to ignore it for now.

When lunch time came around and they got up to leave, Harry cursed himself for feeling slightly relieved. He loved Ron and Hermione but sometime their personalities could be very overwhelming.

Ron had actually asked him if the fact that he had a woman's body made him straight, because he had been gay before. Harry had pondered it for a moment, because technically, he did have a woman's body, and he did still like men... but ultimately he decided to answer with a no.

He was still 100% homosexual, because as far as he was concerned, he was a man attracted to other men and that meant he was gay.

Although, the fact that his body was a woman's, did make the prospect of any sort of relationship just a little more complicated. He decided to banish all thoughts of anything relationship related after that, as it was an annoying and slightly upsetting thing to contemplate in this situation.

Harry shook his head to clear his thoughts and turned over to the stack of books nearby. He sighed and pulled them onto his bed, looking for one that seemed even remotely interesting so he could pass the time.

He shivered as he shifted past a giant time that had to be at least three hundred pages titled 100 Most Difficult Potions to Brew and wondered how Hermione had thought he would ever be interested in that book as he tossed it aside.

He was beginning to give up hope of finding a book that wouldn't make him either fall asleep or frustrate him when he spotted a familiar cover among the titles.

He pulled it out and grinned widely as he saw his copy of Quidditch through the Ages and silently thanked Ron for knowing him so well.

He just knew Hermione wouldn't have put this book in here. He pushed Hermione's pile of books to the end of his bed and settled down to start reading, with a small pleased smile on his lips.

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Slightly longer chapter this time... next chapter Draco is going to make an appearance...