Transformation at Hogwarts: Part 1
#1 of Harry Potter
I do not own Harry Potter. All of the characters belong to their respective owners. If you are under 18, do not read this. The first part of the text was taken right from the second Harry Potter book, and is also the property of J.K. Rowling. Actual book sentences in italics.
"Hang on," said Harry as Ron and Hermione reached for their glasses. "We'd better not all drink them in here. . . . Once we turn into Crabbe and Goyle we won't fit. And Millecent Bulstrode's no pixie."
"Good thinking," said Ron, unlocking the door. "We'll take separate stalls."
Careful not to spill a drop of his Polyjuice Potion, Harry slipped into the middle stall. "Ready?" he called.
"Ready," came Ron's and Hermione's voices.
After Harry and Ron were finished with their transformation, and Hermione told them she was staying behind, they left the bathroom. Hermione spent the next hour crying in the stall, accompanied by Moaning Myrtle laughing at her.
Harry and Ron came sprinting into the bathroom in their oversized robes and shoes. "Hermione, we're back. We found out quite a bit from Malfoy!"
"G-g-go away! Please," Hermione pleaded. Harry and Ron looked at each other and back at the stall.
"Hermione, what's wrong? Are you stuck like Bulstrode or something," asked Ron. Suddenly, Moaning Myrtle appeared from the next stall over.
"Wait until you see her. It's tragic," she said sarcastically. She started laughing and plunged right back into her toilet.
Harry pulled out his wand, but before he could utter an incantation, the door unlocked and opened. Hermione walked out with her hands covering her face. Harry and Ron gasped. She was covered in black fur. She had pointed ears and yellow eyes. Behind her, a long, black tail was moving around.
"The hair I got from Millicent wasn't hers. She owns a cat." She looked from Harry to Ron and started to cry again because of their bewildered expressions. "What if I never change back? Dumbledore may send me to St. Mungo's for the rest of my life!"
"We'll take you to Madam Pomfrey. She'll be able to fix you up in no time," said Harry confidently. It took some time to convince Hermione to leave the bathroom, but she finally decided to follow Harry and Ron. Luckily, they didn't pass anyone on their way to the hospital wing.
After an hour, Hermione was still in the form of a cat. "Well, this is one solid transfiguration young lady," said Madam Pomfrey. "But I'm positive that we'll break through it." After another two hours, there was still no change in Hermione's appearance. "Are you sure it was a transfiguration accident," asked Madam Pomfrey.
"Actually, no. I-I heard Professor Lockhart talking about a potion, and I thought it would be a good challenge. Everything was perfect until I added the last ingredient: the hair of another student. But it wasn't human hair. It was a cat hair."
"So you decided to test out an extremely dangerous Polyjuice Potion without permission? You stupid girl! Adding the hair of an animal makes the effects permanent. I'm afraid that you'll be stuck as a human-cat hybrid the rest of your life." Hermione started bawling again. Both Harry and Ron tried comforting her, but to no avail. "I will have her stay in the hospital wing until Professor Dumbledore decides what is best for her," Madam Pomfrey told the two boys. Harry and Ron thanked her and made their way back to the common room.
Dumbledore made constant visits to Hermione, never once raising his voice or scolding her for breaking a rule. Instead, he took pity on her and decided she could continue studying at Hogwarts. Harry and Ron also made frequent visits to Hermione. She seemed to be feeling better each time they visited her.
"It's not as bad as you'd think," said Hermione. "My night vision is spectacular, I can hear so much more, and I always know what's for dinner."
Harry loved visiting Hermione more than either Ron or Hermione thought. He was secretly addicted to furs, and he never actually thought one of his best friends would become one. It was hard for him to control his feelings around her, but somehow he managed.
After a couple more days in the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey grudgingly allowed Hermione to leave. Harry was no longer the center of everyone's attention. People stared and whispered as Hermione walked past them. No one knew exactly how she became part cat, and many rumors were floating through the halls.
"Harry, I finally know what it feels like to be talked about nonstop. And honestly, I don't envy you for being famous." Harry looked up from his dinner and saw Hermione smiling at him. It took all of his self-control not to say what was on his mind.
"Oh, yeah, well you kind of get used to it after a while." Harry stared at her long after she went back to her dinner, which consisted of fish. Fantasies started playing through is mind: Hermione on all fours, moaning as Harry fucked her virgin pussy; Hermione riding his shaft until her juices soaked Harry's lower body.
"Hello, earth to Harry." Harry jerked out of the trance he was in, and saw Ron and Hermione looking at him with concern. "Harry, you OK? You look pale and a little sweaty."
I'm fine, Ron. I was just thinking of all the homework I still have to do." Harry went back to his dinner, making constant glances at Hermione while she wasn't looking. I have to get into bed, thought Harry. The rest of dinner, he thought of ways to accomplish his pledge, each one more unlikely to work.
After dinner, the three got up and walked back to the common room. By the time they had reached the Fat Lady, Harry had formulated a plan.