What is Known, and What is Left Forgotten

What Is Known, and What Is Left Forgotten

"Harry! Ron! Get down here! We have to go to breakfast!" Hermione Granger stood at the foot of the boy's dormitory stairs, tapping her right foot. Her books were hugged to her chest with her right arm, while the other one took residence upon her hip.

Up the staircase Ronald Weasley was just waking at the demanding voice of his friend. Once he had realized that the absence of food was at stake, he jumped out from under his sheets and got dressed. Once fully clothed he threw back the curtains of his best friend's bed, then hopped up and bounced until a audible noise, other than a snore, was made by Harry Potter from under his covers. Although his bed was completely covered by curtains, he still kept his blankets tightly covering his head. Ron hurriedly got off the bed and gathered the school uniforms from Harry's trunk. He threw them to him before bounding into the bathroom to brush.

Harry was fully dressed, but not refreshed, by the time Ron had finished brushing. As Ron nearly tripped down the stairs, Harry went to brush his own teeth. Once inside of the lavatory he checked his reflection. Much to his dismay, it wasn't himself that stared back at him, or at least he didn't think it was himself. He let out a deep-voiced yelp that was carried throughout the tower.

In the Common Room every head turned to the general direction of the noise. Ron, hearing his friends trouble, bounced across the room, from his post near the portrait hole, and up the stairs. Once there he turned to the closed door of the bathroom. When he tried the door knob he found it locked, and immediately started to pound and yell, "Harry! Is everything okay in there? Didn't wake up with the wrong parts, did you?" chuckling at his own joke he waited for a response.

When it came, he was deeply disturbed. Harry replied, "Sort of!"

A soft click was to be heard, and soon after the door was creaked open to reveal the new and, in a matter of speaking, improved Harry Potter. A nearly 6' 4" Harry Potter with shoulder-length hair and pale skin. Both of the boys were very surprised by this change, especially since when they had gone to bed Harry had been 5' 4". His hair had also showed a devastating change, what used to be messy and jet black was now and inky black, shoulder length, and sleek to the touch. His former tanned skin was now a pasty pale white.

Both of them stared at each other for what seamed like hours, but what was actually about a minute, then Ron suddenly kneeled over in a fit of laughter. Through the attack he was able to get out, "H-Harry! W-what is this? W-what happened? Did Fred or George do this to you?"

Harry looked at him with a sober expression, and when he didn't reply Ron glanced up, finally coming out of his hysteria. Harry's expression gave Ron a shock as he stuttered, "Y-you l-look like..."

Harry finished his statement for him, for he knew perfectly well who he looked like.

"Yeah, Snape."