Between Thought and Reality

Chapter 2

Yeah, no, Harry had no time to think about bloody Tom Riddle being alive and well. Not yet, at least. He still had the whole summer to come up with something of a plan to deal with his prophesized enemy. Right now he needed to get his life as Harriet Hubble organized.

First thing he needed to fix was the charm that prevented him from performing magic as an underage person. Harry pulled Harriet’s Hogwarts trunk from the built-in closet and rummaged through it until he found her potions supplies. Harriet was quite talented at potions and kept a neat collection of ingredients, and Harry heaved a huge sigh of relief when he realized there were enough of the right ingredients to brew a quick aging potion.

First things first, he needed to get dressed before Harriet’s mother really got suspicious of why her daughter was suddenly acting against character.

Thanks to Harriet’s memories, Harry had no problem locating the bathroom and he pulled the nightgown over his head and stared at his new body in the mirror over the sink.

Harriet wasn’t a knock-out beauty, perhaps, but she was quite pretty in her own right, Harry decided. Her face was round, with a delicate little nose and nicely shaped lips. Her eyes were large and green, and her hair dark.

In fact, there was something of a resemblance with Harry’s old face. Not enough to be counted as siblings perhaps, but they could pass as cousins without a problem. Harriet’s long hair, that she always kept in a simple braid down her back, was more of a deep, dark brown than Harry’s pure black hair had been. And Harriet’s green eyes were a shade lighter than Harry’s original ones. Harriet had her father’s eyes. Martin Hubble was a ginger, though his hair was more of a reddish blond than the deep red of the Weasleys, and his eyes had the exact same shade of pale green as Harriet’s.

Harriet’s breasts were very nice, and Harry couldn’t resist running his hands across them a few times, pinching the nipples, until he remembered that he was a 25-year-old man fondling the body of a 15-year-old girl and then he quickly drew his hands back and shuddered. But moments after that he remembered that he wasn’t a 25-year-old man anymore. He was a 15-year-old girl, so perhaps feeling up his own body was fine?

Ugh. Body swaps were a fucking nightmare, and unfortunately nothing in Harry’s extensive Auror training had prepared him for this kind of situation.

Harry simply decided to ignore the whole gender change for now. He pulled down his pink knickers, sat down on the toilet and peed. It was a decidedly strange activity to do without a penis, but Harry firmly ignored that as well.

Thankfully, the Hubbles were quite well off, and their home had all the modern amenities that were available in the 1940s, such as running hot and cold water and an indoor toilet. There was no toilet paper, however, only a small basket with strips of torn up newspaper. Harry stared at it for a moment until he remembered that they were in fact living in the middle of a war and paper was heavily regulated and certainly wouldn’t be waisted on wiping people’s arses with, so old bits of newspaper it was. Harry was happy to note that the newspaper was made of a softer kind of paper than he was used to in the future and that wiping with it wasn’t a hardship at all.

Harry still firmly ignored his lack of penis. He had more important things to deal with. He quickly washed his face and body with a washcloth and the only bar of soap available, brushed his teeth with a jar of tooth powder that hardly had any flavour at all, and then hurried back to Harriet’s bedroom to get dressed.