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Harry took a deep breath and calmed himself. It was a magic mirror, he wasn't sure what it was showing him. Perhaps a world where he'd been born a girl, a world where he'd been slow to object when the Sorting Hat had suggested Slytherin as his... -er- her house.
Harry scowled at his reflection, maybe he was blaming the wrong thing. It might be the cloak that was enchanted, he might truly be female, and it's only his memories that tell him what he expects.
In any case, if it were dangerous then Dumbledore would have kept it's location more secure or destroyed the item.
He decided the quickest way to settle his nerves was like ripping off a plaster, or facing cold water. Slapping his hand flat onto the glass, the frame rocked with the force of the blow, giving him a glimpse of the ceiling as it almost fell over backwards. But it's weight pulled it back forwards, and gave his hand a slap.
He high-fived his reflection.
That was when things became weird. Harry felt his fingers become wrapped in those of his reflection. Instantly his gaze shot to his hand, semi-transparent fingers were woven around his own. They were more slender than his, and the nails were glazed in glossy crimson.
He tried to break free, twist his hand loose. There was a wrenching, and Harry was pulled forward. His hand vanished beneath the surface of the glass. His reflections face was twisted in victory. Her face a grinning mask. Her hand vanishing at the same point. But you still felt her fingers woven together with yours. A second chilly hand gripped your forearm, and Harry was wrenched forward again. This time up to his shoulder. He scrabbled to break free, flailing wildly afraid to grab the frame with his free hand.
Without a firm grip, Harry was powerless to resist, with a final pull. Harry stumbled across the threshold of the mirror.
A chill raced across his skin as he passed. But that was nothing compared to his other shock.
Looking back out the mirror, Harry saw his body blowing him a kiss before turning and walking away. Harry tried to follow, but the glass was simply a wall to him. Beating his fist on the glass had no effect. Harry watched as he spoke some words, at least his lips moved, but he heard nothing emerge.
Harry felt his chest shift as he battered again and again against the barrier. Looking down, Harry spotted that now he was female. Not overly endowed like the witches in Ron's Magazine.
Although Harry did fantasise about some of them in 'the Golden Snatch'.
Reaching slimmer hands downwards, Harry confirmed that she was fully female. She recoiled when she did confirm it. Her hands flying away like they'd received an electric shock.
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