Unexpected Comfort

Betrayed By Luck, pt.2

A.N.: I was going to make this one chapter like I originally posted it but I decided to break it up and make this part private because this is the EXTREMELY mature part. It is a direct continuation from pt 1.

"Potter. Potter!" Harry whimpered softly, places she never knew she had felt sore, but the harsh whispers were forcing her to pay attention to them, not her body, and wasn't that a strange thought... "Come on Harry, I need you to focus on me, we haven't much time."

She knew that voice, "Professor?" she questioned in a groggy whisper. "What's going on?"

She was slightly shocked by the veiled relief that shone in those eyes. "What's the last thing you remember Potter?"

She quickly searched her mind for the what last happened, "I remember Tom ordering Lucius to curse me and then intense pain, worse than what Bellatrix did to me."

"Good, at least the spell didn't erase your memories. Now, I need you to answer some questions for me. I need you to be precise and honest." He held her gaze for a long moment.

"How do you feel right now?"

"A little sore. I feel achy in places I don't remember having ever felt before."

"What places hurt that you don't remember ever having hurt before?" The intense look of her Professors eyes bringing her a bit more clarity of mind.

"I..." Harry trailed off, "I'm not really sure Professor. My headaches in a way that it never has before when I've been with Voldemort and my chest and stomach feel really odd. Not like the ache after Quidditch or running to class when I'm late." Her breathing sped up slightly and just there... she felt the odd jiggle and looked down at her body. She closed her eyes tightly trying vainly to calm her racing mind and heart as she saw what was so different with her in the memories of what she'd just gone through with Voldemort.

"Okay, it's alright Harry. I need you to stay calm for me, so you have a choice, I can give you a Calming Draught or I can stun you so you can't-do anything."

"Calming Draught," she choked out, tears clogging her throat. Fear building in her slowly, she never wanted to be under that spell again. She slowly sat up with her Professors help and drank down the potion that was held to her lips. She slowly relaxed into the bedding under her as the potion took effect. She breathed deeply as the panic slowly ebbed.

"What I have to tell you is of the utmost import. To start you have been asleep for roughly five hours since Lucius cast the spell on you. What it did was irrevocably change your gender." Harry's eyes widened in horror as Snape confirmed what her memories told her, "The nature of the spell is to easily transition one's mind to accept the change. You're not truly bothered by being female because your mind was forced to change along with your body."

He paused to allow Harry time to absorb what he had divulged already. "In the time that you have been asleep, I was able to find out the Dark Lords machinations in regards to this forced change. After you passed out, the Dark Lord informed those in the room that you are to be mine to play with."

"Wha... What do you mean play with?" She gasped in dawning horror as to what he could possibly mean. She was young, yes but she wasn't nearly as naive as people thought her. Even with her sheltered life at Privet Drive, she knew the kinds of things that happened to kidnapped women.

He sneered at this, but his features lost their hard edge as he took in Harry's horrified countenance. "He hopes that in changing your gender, it will upset your magic or possibly the magic surrounding the prophecy and no longer make you a threat to his 'pure-blood crusade'. I have hidden your scar in hopes that he will continue to believe his scheme has worked."