Harry dropped his pile of books on the table. They landed with a resounding thump, drawing a disapproving glare from Hermione.
Ginny was pointing out a section of text to Ron, who looked up startled by Harry's loud arrival.
Harry mouthed an apology, but no words came out. His train of thought derailed by the amount of cleavage Ginny was displaying. Her bust partially rested on the table, too big and awkward to bump into the edge. He suddenly knew the book was real, a true artefact from the deep history of Hogwarts past.
He also felt a pang of guilt, and felt the truth of the warnings, too.
Beside Ginny sat his oldest friend, Veronica 'Ron' Weasley, and if anything she was even bustier than her sister. Ah... good genes, Harry thought.
He barely managed to suppress a swear word, as she looked up from the parchment. Not only female, but the most studious of the three. Harry's head spun at how weird and different this world felt. Though, judging from their smiles, the four were still good friends. He was happy that the Weasley sisters were happy, too. Oblivious to their changes.
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