Paul awoke from the blackness with a jolt, and he immediately raised his head to look around the place. Sadly,
he was not in his attic room still hanging out with his best friend Timmy Stevens on a lazy Saturday
afternoon. He was somewhere...else. For one thing, he was in a canopy bed. There was cloth surrounding each of
the four corners of the bed, and Paul, too lazy to look for a drawstring, manually opened all the curtains.
When he did, he was greeted by a tall window a few feet from the bed with the blazing morning sun reflecting
light off the water in what appeared to be a large lake back into the room.
Paul squinted. Actually, he noticed that his vision seemed off anyway. He fumbled near the table by the bed
for a pair of glasses("Hopefully whoever I switched with realizes that they are blind as a bloody bat", Paul
reminded himself). He felt a pair, which felt thick, and put them on. Moving outside the comforts of the
canopy bed area, Paul got up and looked around the room he was in and noticed several other canopy beds. Four
others to be exact, so including his own there were five canopy beds in all. The floor was carpeted, and the
carpet was nice; it was all red and gold patterns.
Paul's eyes looked up, and saw a carpet of black hair fall in front of his face. He eyeballed back down and
noticed that he was wearing a white nightgown.
"Great", thought Paul. He switched with a girl just like Timmy did.
Outside the window, he saw sloping mountains, hills, a dense and dark forest on the edges of the hills
backsides and parts of what seemed to be a castle.
Was this Hogwarts, from the Harry Potter books and films?
Paul turned around, careful not to trip on the nightgown, and went to the desk where he found his glasses.
Right next to it was a trunk. He opened it, and caught the strange sight of a moving photograph. Now at first
at moving photographs wouldn't seem so unusual to Paul. Under normal circumstances and if Paul weren't paying
attention, he could easily have mistaken it for an iPad or a PSP, but it actually was an old photograph. Paul
could tell by the weathered edges and bends on the back. The picture was of a young couple smiling in their
cozy home while holding onto what was presumably their daughter, who looked about a year old. The man had red
hair and green eyes, with a real devilish smirk to him. The woman looked slightly devilish herself, but in a
way that told the looker she wasn't very good at it because her sheer niceness overrode any conceptions about
being rebellious. She had luscious black hair and a nice figure, Paul added. She looked like a slightly taller
version of Megan Fox. Their baby girl was cute. If this really was Harry Potter world, she would be the
perfect gender-flipped version of the titular young wizard.
Paul suddenly heard a female yawn from the next canopy. With a bit of nervousness, Paul approached the source
of the sound. The canopy opened casually and inside it was a...a red haired girl with freckles. She was
wearing the same nightgown as he was, but the buttons on hers were open in the front, and he could see her
cleavage.
"Mornin' Harriet" exclaimed the redhead, yawning and stretching her arms and legs in what Paul thought was an
exaggerated fashion.
"Morning...Ronnie."
"You OK, Har? You look confused."
Ronnie suddenly got up a bit.
"It wasn't You Know Who was it? We're you having another nightmare?"
"No, not at all Ronnie. Relax. Just go back to bed."
"Actually, that's a good idea, girl. I need a few more minutes because breakfast doesn't start for an hour.
Night!"
Ronnie then shut the canopy curtains tight by herself.
With a shake of his(her?) head, Paul went back to his canopy. He looked inside the trunk again for a mirror.
After a few minutes of searching through various odds and ends, many of which Paul recalled dimly as appearing
in the Harry potter books, he eventually found a hand mirror with a pink frame. "Eww"ing silently to himself,
Paul looked into the mirror, now confirming his fears. He had taken a left turn at reality when Tim cast the
new spell, turning Paul himself into Harriet Potter, The Girl Who Lived. She had piercing green eyes, a mess
of long black hair including bangs that covered her infamous scar and a face that was free of any blemishes.
Her skin was creamy and smooth, beautiful all around. Looking down, Paul nodded in silent approval of her
breasts, which seemed decent for a girl that seemed to be around fifteen. She was curvy too, in all the right
places. Being about fifteen meant that Paul was currently living through the events of "Order Of The Phoenix",
right? Right? Paul was worried that this gender reversal had brought about it butterfly effects that prevented
Paul from having an unfair advantage over everyone here by actually having read and watched all the Harry
Potter stories. He SO did not want to go through a search and discovery mission with manipulative Dumbledore,
psychopathic Voldemort and bitchy Snape all riding his ass like the Pony Express.