The other two adults did not have nearly as much inner drama. They simply circled Harriet, constantly searching her for traces of Lily from years past.
"I say, have you two stared enough?" Harry asked helplessly.
"Er, enough, enough. Well, we came to make sure you were all right, and also..." Sirius spoke as if performing a magic trick... well, magic was far more miraculous than tricks.
He suddenly pulled a large package from behind his back. "These are the formal clothes I bought for you. Go back and try them on... Oh, right, don't let those two brats, Ron and Neville, get too close to you."
Sirius gave that final reminder with a solemn expression.
Judging by Harriet's face, though, she clearly did not take it to heart.
"So, you really are leaving?" Ron looked miserable as he watched Harriet hold her rolled-up bedding.
"Obviously. Dumbledore found me a separate dormitory and wants me to stay there until the potion wears off. And do you have to look so sad? I'm only moving out for a month, not leaving forever." Harriet rolled her eyes prettily.
"No, I just thought... er... never mind. Let's hug." Ron put down what he was holding, only for Neville to beat him to it.
"Take care."
After Neville came Ron. He hugged Harriet tightly and only then realized that the current Harriet was much softer and smaller than Harry had been... and she smelled nice, too...
"Take care, brother... You smell really nice... I'm just telling the truth." Ron said, blushing.
"But I didn't wear any perfume? Could it be my body wash?"
"Who knows? Maybe it was just my imagination." Ron explained.
The next day...
Draco leaned against the lectern, staring in confusion at the unfamiliar girl sitting beside Hermione. No matter how