Harry was frightened by the mirror winking back at him. Surely it had to been him, to even consider the alternatives would leave him in a very bad position. It didn't end with a wink. Blown kisses, modelling poses, and a reveal of cleavage. Harry realized to late the mirror was goading him, appealing to Fleur's Veela side."Je ne serai pas en reste par ma réflexion!" Harry/Fleur said in a huff, trying to outdo the mirror in sex appeal. Myrtle considered leaving to find help for Harry, but no, she was enjoying the show. The boy had messed around and now was suffering the consequences.
Eventually the show stopped, and Harry/Fleur looked about, dazed and confused. "Are you alright Harry?" Myrtle asked, only to be given a utterly confused look by Fleur. "Harry? Je ne suis pas Harry, je suis Fleur Delacour, fierté de Beauxbatons! Comment pourriez-vous penser peut-être que je suis Harry?" Fleur said, in rapid fire perfect French. The ghost grew worried now, Harry was adamant he was Fleur. "You naughty boy Harry. I suppose Hermione will have to clean up this mess for you. You understand English well enough, just stay here."
Hermione knew about Harry's experiments with polyjuice, after all it was a great tool if you were smart with it. Barty Crouch Jr passed himself off as Alastor Moody for almost a year, with only Dumbledore having suspicions. What she couldn't expect, or rather what she should have guessed knowing how much of an idiot Harry was, was that he would experiment with non humans. Fleur's Veela heritage could cause serious side effects, and according to Moaning Myrtle, he honestly thought he was Fleur. Best keep this secret from Ron right now.
When she came to the bathroom, she found Harry/Fleur had in fact not stayed behind. She had returned now, but was carefully applying a coat of pink lipstick. "Myrtle I hate to do this, but can you make a distraction? Madame Pomfrey and Dumbledore need to know, and I can't risk anyone else finding out. If not for me, do it for Harry. I'll... I'll get him to invite you on a date when he's back to normal."
Myrtle considered her options. She wasn't a fan of Harry's new look, and the idea of a date with Harry was enticing. Nodding with a smirk, she began screaming as loud as she could, causing issues for Hogwart's plumbing yet again. Covertly taking Harry/Fleur to the infirmary, she explained the basics to Madame Pomfrey, who tutted at Harry, much to the blonde's annoyance, and explained to Dumbledore when he arrived.
"I am afraid there isn't much we can do. Much research on polyjuice tends to be underground, hidden knowledge used for nefarious purposes. Our best option is to have Professor Snape look through Knockturn Alley, and hope Harry comes to his senses, or the transformation ends."
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