Harry cried out "Hermione.", filled with relief to see one of his best friends. But, it was wrong, softer and sweeter. Harry scrambled with all the conflicting feelings and sensations. Blinking blankly, as his mind rebooted, it was clear this Hermione hadn't been through a battle.
Her expression absent of the trauma of that particular battle. "Just... Just a moment." he repeated.
Sinking to his knees to avoid collapsing, as it felt like the whole world was unstable. Harry kicked his skirt aside as he crouched. No! That's not right... resonated through him. A dreadful fear gripped him, as he quickly checked. Yes, he was wearing a skirt... and a blouse. A quick scuffing motion to dislodge any dirt and dust disguised the fact that Harry was checking himself out... It was a revelation to discover that he was a she... She wore a blouse, beneath that her bra, and she could feel the lacy trim of her panties too.
"Resitution comes with a price...." The words flooded his, well, her mind. It was the voices of the founders speaking as one.
Harry nodded to herself, if this was the price she had to pay. She'd pay it, and gladly.
"I...I think I bumped my head." she offered in a distracted tone.
"Harriet Lily Potter." Hermione offered with a resigned sigh.
Desperate to discover what else had changed, she knew she needed the 'Daily Prophet', but he had Hermione which was as close to a historic record as human form allowed.
"Can ... Can I see your copy of 'Hogwarts: A History'?" she asked.
"You really did bang your head." Hermione observed.
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