Just a short chapter... all my chapters will probably be very short because I have random bursts of inspiration, but I hope you like it anyways. :)

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Hours after Ron and Hermione had left, when it was nearing dinner time, Madam Pomfrey came bustling out of her nearby office. Harry, who had been laying there quietly in the same position for quite some time, only spared her a glance.

She made her way over to him and silently laid a hand on his upper back. She sighed softly at his lost expression. "Oh, Harry. Whatever am I going to do with you?"

He offered her a small smile in return, giving a one shouldered shrug and she gave him a halfhearted glare. "Oh now don't be like that. Moping won't help anything. Come on, up! You aren't ill; the potion only affected you until the transformation was complete. You're perfectly healthy now."

Harry sighed and sat up slowly, trying to ignore the differences in his body that he felt so acutely, now that he knew they were there. Madame Pomfrey ignored his slight grimace and proceeded to berate him, "Honestly, laying here feeling sorry for yourself is only making your situation worse, my dear boy."

Harry kept his eyes downcast as she began to perform some healing check up spells on him and grumbled, "I'm not feeling sorry for myself."

She shook her head at his lie and he brought his head up, watched her intently, realizing that she had been to only one to recognize him as a boy since his...accident. She either didn't notice or didn't mind his staring and chided him softly, "now Harry, I don't care what you call it. I will not have you lazing about here in my hospital wing like it's the end of the world."

She finished her diagnosis spells and beamed at him. "Perfectly healthy, like I said before. Of course, you will still need to keep up on those nutrition potions... You have been taking them, haven't you?"

He nodded quickly at her narrowed gaze "of course! I would rather like to not be skinny as a stick." He pushed his glasses up and gave a small smile at Madam Pomfrey's approving nod.

She smile back happily and replied, "Good, good. Well I'll bring out you're dinner then, along with your potion, and then you'll be staying the night in here."

Harry barely had time to acknowledge the statement before she was rushing off, presumably to get him a meal so big even Ron wouldn't be able to finish it and a potion that he would rather pour down Snape's pants than swallow. Of course, he would never admit these things to Madam Pomfrey, because even though she was a kind motherly figure, her wrath was almost as bad as Mrs. Weasley's.

Harry allowed his mind to drift from the problems of the day as he waited for Madam Pomfrey to come back out with his dinner, and it was only then that he realized he needed to go to the bathroom.

He nearly got up to go, but the weight on his chest as he shifted reminded him, once again, of the consequences of today's incidence. He thought, with growing horror, about the fact that he had to go to that bathroom while in a girl's body.

He laid stock still for a few seconds, trying to process the concept because this hadn't even occurred to him before. He'd been so worried about what he was going to do about the fact that there was no cure as of yet and he still had school to finish.

But now, thinking about it, he also had to go to the bathroom in this body, go through everything girls went through....He was pretty sure girls had something they had to deal with every month, but he never bothered to find out what that was. And...oh Merlin, showers.

Harry groaned and sunk deeper into his small bed. The pressure in his bladder was becoming more persistent and he was becoming increasingly panicked at the idea of taking care of his business in this body. He was gay for Merlin's sake; he never wanted to see a girl's body, never mind one that just happened to be his own.

Madam Pomfrey came out with a tray full of food just as he became closer and closer to having a panic attack.

He turned his slightly wild and extended panicked eyes to her worried face, repeatedly running his hand through his messy hair. "Madam Pomfrey," he whispered hoarsely, wanting to ask for help, but not knowing exactly what sort of help he wanted.

It wasn't like he needed someone to come in the bathroom with him and help him take a piss. But then again, maybe he did.

Madam Pomfrey put the tray down softly on the small table nearby and rushed over. "Oh dear, what is the matter? Are you well?" She was looking at him with great concern as he sat there breathing harshly and trying to calm himself down.

"N-no well, yes- it's just that," he paused and tried to push down his embarrassment as he calmed down and Madam Pomfrey rubbed soothing circles on his back.

"Just what dear?" She questioned patiently, and Harry felt himself blushing as he finished, "I-I just need to use the bathroom."

He kept his head down and fidgeted with his fingers as the nurse continued to rub in calming patterns on his upper back. "Oh!" She exclaimed, and Harry blushed harder.

"Y-yeah, um where is the bathroom?" She sighed and gave him a sympathetic pat on his shoulder before gesturing over near her office room.

"Over there dear, you don't- you wouldn't require any help would you?" She looked worried and slightly upset as she offered and Harry hesitated before shaking his head.

"No, it's ok Madam Pomfrey." He was tempted to say yes, but he had a feeling it would just make things more awkward, and he wanted to be able to deal with this by himself. She pursed her lips and nodded, gesturing back over to the bathroom before informing him that she would be in her office if he needed her.

He watched her go and prepared himself to get up as well, as his bladder was beginning to feel unbearably full. He was really beginning to regret the amount of pumpkin juice he had drank during lunch.