Post by badlee on Apr 16, 2004 4:39:58 GMT -5
This is a parodyishness of the Red Nose Day thing UK had last year...Harry is a woman. I am a girl, but I wanted Harry to think girls were these
little...girly thingamabobs. Don't flame me!
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Harry awoke with a start. The pain in his stomach brought him sharply to conciousness, and he sat up so sharply he bumped his head on the eave.
Harry staggered to the window. It was still evening...but there was something wrong. The grass was too green, the plants too beautiful, the sky too red and pretty...even these small things made him gag and choke. A wave of nausea swept over him and he vomited.
*******
Harry awoke to the sound of Ron's voice. He knew they were fifteen, and they had been men for fifteen years, but he still couldn't take his eyes off Ron. *A/N Not that way, sickos* His head seemed more full of red hair, he was growing less than just up. To Harry it seemed that he was more manly...
than Harry. He gasped.
"Harry?" Ron's voice asked. His face faded in and out of view.
The sheets had been thrown off the bed, and curled around him. He was huddled under the bed, the sheets soaking wet.
He was certain it wasn't sweat...it was urine. With another wave of nausea, he threw up over Ron's figure.
"Harry! Harry, wake up!" Ron's distant voice said. He couldn't...his eyes were rollling back in his head, the pain in his waist and below increasing...
Then....it all stopped. He breathed a sigh of relief. The pain had been so unbearable...so unlike the frequent burnings of his forehead.
But even that seemed to have gone. He reached up and flattened his fringe, but s his fingers swept over the lightning bolt scar, he realised...something was wrong. He traced the curves of the carving. Instead of going left the right and down, it went round...with little curves here and there.... when the circle finished, it went straight down. He looked up, and Ron was staring at him.
"What?!" Harry asked frantically.
"Well...your scar is...your hair is...."
"Is what?"
No answer. Harry looked away from the gaping goldfish boy of Ron, and stared at the mirror instead. Nothing was wrong. He looked back at Ron.
"That...That's the Mirror of Erised." Ron said finally.
Harry's eyes widended. If that was the Mirror Of Erised...then...his hearts desire was to be a MAN? It couldn't be that way...it couldn't. He was a girl! He collapsed in a dead faint on the floor.
~~~~Flashback~~~~
"Harry- you're a wom'n" Hagrid was telling him.
"What, you clumsy oaf?" Harry said, his temper rising. He was a boy, for Pete's sake. Whoever he was.
"A woman! And see, you're tempers rising- just like a girl. *A/N Don't take offence if you are a girl* 'Course, nothing will change 'till fifteen."
"Fifteen what?"
"Fifteen years old!" Harry breathed. He had four years of being a man...which would make it even more unbearable.
~~~~End flashback~~~
Harry rolled over. All the boys were staring at him. He stared round at a normal mirror, hoping...His eyes bulged. He was wearing Hermione's clothes...no, wait...girl's clothes. Skirt, the whole thing. His scar was a daisy, his hair stretched far past his shoulders...It was too much. Harry felt pain up his left arm...then he collapsed.
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Sorry if it's a rushed ending...This is a one-shot, unless people want me to continue... *hint hint* *waits for Dupin's "constructive critisism"*
little...girly thingamabobs. Don't flame me!
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Harry awoke with a start. The pain in his stomach brought him sharply to conciousness, and he sat up so sharply he bumped his head on the eave.
Harry staggered to the window. It was still evening...but there was something wrong. The grass was too green, the plants too beautiful, the sky too red and pretty...even these small things made him gag and choke. A wave of nausea swept over him and he vomited.
*******
Harry awoke to the sound of Ron's voice. He knew they were fifteen, and they had been men for fifteen years, but he still couldn't take his eyes off Ron. *A/N Not that way, sickos* His head seemed more full of red hair, he was growing less than just up. To Harry it seemed that he was more manly...
than Harry. He gasped.
"Harry?" Ron's voice asked. His face faded in and out of view.
The sheets had been thrown off the bed, and curled around him. He was huddled under the bed, the sheets soaking wet.
He was certain it wasn't sweat...it was urine. With another wave of nausea, he threw up over Ron's figure.
"Harry! Harry, wake up!" Ron's distant voice said. He couldn't...his eyes were rollling back in his head, the pain in his waist and below increasing...
Then....it all stopped. He breathed a sigh of relief. The pain had been so unbearable...so unlike the frequent burnings of his forehead.
But even that seemed to have gone. He reached up and flattened his fringe, but s his fingers swept over the lightning bolt scar, he realised...something was wrong. He traced the curves of the carving. Instead of going left the right and down, it went round...with little curves here and there.... when the circle finished, it went straight down. He looked up, and Ron was staring at him.
"What?!" Harry asked frantically.
"Well...your scar is...your hair is...."
"Is what?"
No answer. Harry looked away from the gaping goldfish boy of Ron, and stared at the mirror instead. Nothing was wrong. He looked back at Ron.
"That...That's the Mirror of Erised." Ron said finally.
Harry's eyes widended. If that was the Mirror Of Erised...then...his hearts desire was to be a MAN? It couldn't be that way...it couldn't. He was a girl! He collapsed in a dead faint on the floor.
~~~~Flashback~~~~
"Harry- you're a wom'n" Hagrid was telling him.
"What, you clumsy oaf?" Harry said, his temper rising. He was a boy, for Pete's sake. Whoever he was.
"A woman! And see, you're tempers rising- just like a girl. *A/N Don't take offence if you are a girl* 'Course, nothing will change 'till fifteen."
"Fifteen what?"
"Fifteen years old!" Harry breathed. He had four years of being a man...which would make it even more unbearable.
~~~~End flashback~~~
Harry rolled over. All the boys were staring at him. He stared round at a normal mirror, hoping...His eyes bulged. He was wearing Hermione's clothes...no, wait...girl's clothes. Skirt, the whole thing. His scar was a daisy, his hair stretched far past his shoulders...It was too much. Harry felt pain up his left arm...then he collapsed.
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Sorry if it's a rushed ending...This is a one-shot, unless people want me to continue... *hint hint* *waits for Dupin's "constructive critisism"*