Slytherin Mishap (Harry Potter AU)
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No one could have expected the genderbent House Slytherin... 😜
The purple smoke cleared, its wisps smelling both fragrant and caustic.
Draco Malfoy coughed, waving a hand in front of his face as the remnants of the cursed Black family vanity mirror dissipated.
I told you not to touch the glass, Nott, he rasped, though his voice sounded strange. Lighter. Breathier.
Draco Malfoy coughed, waving a hand in front of his face as the remnants of the cursed Black family vanity mirror dissipated.
I told you not to touch the glass, Nott, he rasped, though his voice sounded strange. Lighter. Breathier.
Father specifically said the Lestrange vault artifacts were...
Draco stopped. He blinked, looking down at his hands. They were slender, the long, aristocratic fingers unchanged, but the skin was flawlessly smooth, lacking the familiar shape so suited to his wand. He looked down further. The crisp lines of his tailored Slytherin robes were suddenly pooling around a much narrower waist and a distinctly unfamiliar, heavy chest.
Draco stopped. He blinked, looking down at his hands. They were slender, the long, aristocratic fingers unchanged, but the skin was flawlessly smooth, lacking the familiar shape so suited to his wand. He looked down further. The crisp lines of his tailored Slytherin robes were suddenly pooling around a much narrower waist and a distinctly unfamiliar, heavy chest.
A high-pitched squeak (thoroughly not a sound someone would associate with Malfoy) escaped his throat.
Oh, for Merlin's sake, a smooth, melodic feminine voice resounded
Draco whipped around. Sitting amidst the shattered glass was Blaise Zabini. Or, at least, it looked like Blaise. The sharp, handsome angles of his face had softened into striking, exotic feminine beauty. His dark skin glowed, and his usually immaculate hair fell in thick, raven waves over his shoulders.
Blaise was looking down at his own/her own body with an expression of mild annoyance, tugging at the collar of a robe that no longer fitted him well.
Oh, for Merlin's sake, a smooth, melodic feminine voice resounded
Draco whipped around. Sitting amidst the shattered glass was Blaise Zabini. Or, at least, it looked like Blaise. The sharp, handsome angles of his face had softened into striking, exotic feminine beauty. His dark skin glowed, and his usually immaculate hair fell in thick, raven waves over his shoulders.
Blaise was looking down at his own/her own body with an expression of mild annoyance, tugging at the collar of a robe that no longer fitted him well.
Fascinating! a quiet voice murmured
Theodore Nott stepped out from behind a bookshelf. Theo’s transformation was the most subtle, yet the most jarring. The brooding, dark-haired boy was now a pale, sharp-featured girl with striking, intelligent grey eyes. Her dark hair was pulled back into a messy, utilitarian braid.
Theo was already holding a piece of parchment, scribbling rapidly with a quill that now looked massive in her smaller hand.
Theodore Nott stepped out from behind a bookshelf. Theo’s transformation was the most subtle, yet the most jarring. The brooding, dark-haired boy was now a pale, sharp-featured girl with striking, intelligent grey eyes. Her dark hair was pulled back into a messy, utilitarian braid.
Theo was already holding a piece of parchment, scribbling rapidly with a quill that now looked massive in her smaller hand.
Theo! Draco shrieked, the sound echoing off the dungeon stones. He clamped a hand over his mouth, horrified by the pitch. Don't just stand there taking notes! We’re suddenly girls! We’re witches!
Well, technically, we were already witches, Draco. Theo said dryly, not looking up from her parchment.
you suddenly stumble across them while also inspecting the vault and a sudden surprise comes across their faces
