Harry flicked through the potion book. After finding out who the 'Half Blood Prince' was, he felt more confident in using the book. It would be a waste not to use it, especially given the proficiency of the man who added all the notes in the margins.
There was even a list of ingredients given at the end of the chapter on transformation. A chapter that Harry had studied rather closely after the experiment with polyjuice and their time as Crabbe and Goyle....
This one was simpler to prepare, and promised to work it's magic on the subject's clothes as well as their body.
Harry had just read 'The Lord of the Rings', after his misadventures during the incident with the Goblet, and partly as a reference to that, he'd asked her for a lock of her hair as a memento.
He hadn't planned anything beyond that, and intended is simply as a joke.
But his fingers trembled as he held a single hair above the test-tube.
Even as he was deciding whether or not to go ahead, it slipped from his fingers, and dropped into the waiting potion. A small puff of white told Harry the ingredients had already mixed.
Harry wondered if the clothes would be based on what she'd been wearing when she'd cut the lock from her head, or maybe what she was wearing when he drank the potion. In either case, it was certain his clothes would transform, as she certainly wouldn't be wearing the boys Gryffindor uniform.
Before he worried himself into not taking the potion. He raised it to his lips, and quickly swallowed the contents. It tasted of freshly picked mint, and as Harry felt it go to work, he told himself that one way or another it would be over in an hour, and he'd be back to himself.
His muscles started to twich and spasm as his body changed. Falling backwards, he drummed his feet on the toilet floor, as Myrtle floated above him, circling slowly, watching curiously.
The world faded to black, as the potion went to work.
When Harry woke, he... she punched the air with joy. Her arm much skinnier and covered in the pale powder blue of Beauxbatons. As she sat up, she felt an unusual weight on her head. Instinctively her hand went up and discovered the loose tendrils poking out from beneath her cap.
"Harry wants to be a girl..." Myrtle circled above the smiling student. She started to sing her words, as she giggled at the flustered Harry.
He tried to hush her, he didn't want this spreading around the school. The thought of Malfoy hearing send a shudder down her spine. But if he could keep her occupied for an hour, then it would just be another bizarre Harry Potter story... and hopefully dismissed.
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.16 seconds at 9:20pm on Aug 27, 2025 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
