And just as Ron was telling Parvati Patil and her roommate Lavender Brown yet again how he had guided Harry across the giant chessboard;
A frantic scream came from the Hospital Wing. Hermione had watched Harry's features turn delicate and beautiful. His green eyes grew clear and bright, the few small blemishes on his face vanished, and his skin became smooth and soft. Even his black hair fell sleekly into place. Only the scar on his forehead marred that beautiful face.
But Hermione soon felt that the scar lent the face a fragile beauty instead.
Plenty of actresses Hermione had seen on television lacked such exquisite features. And now her friend had transformed before her eyes from a boy into a woman this beautiful...
Hermione's scream brought Madam Pomfrey running. She pushed the door open angrily, intending to throw Hermione out for shouting, only to find a beautiful girl lying in Harry's bed with a puzzled look on her face.
"Child, where have you hidden Harry?"
Harry grew even more confused, until Hermione handed him a mirror.
"Ah?!" Even his voice had turned rather high-pitched.
A black robe billowed through the corridors of Hogwarts. Quite a few students stared in surprise. They had never seen Snape in such a hurry.
Before long, he reached the Hospital Wing. He ignored everyone and stared straight at the "girl" lying in the bed.
Snape froze. She looked so much like her—so much like the girl he had once known. Especially when those green eyes met his. Snape parted his lips but could not make a sound.
"Harriette" shrank beneath the blanket. He had no desire to face Snape looking like this. Snape would surely mock him mercilessly.
But he was wrong. Seeing Harry hide beneath the blanket, Snape gave the faintest shake