The teachers were of two minds in regards to the transformed Harry Potter. "Do not remove...erm.. her from the hospital wing. It would be catastrophic, something that is completely unnecessary at the moment." Mcgonagle pleaded in her Scottish brogue. "She has to come out some time. The sooner the better." Snape seemingly crowed, with malice in his every word. Dumbledore, in his infinite wisdom, decided that until a cure was found, "Harry Potter" was to be in a unfortunate accident, and in the hospital wing until further notice. Any students except her close friends were to be diverted from her area at all costs. "I only hope that we find the cure." He sighed warily. He had heard reports that the Dark Lord was on the move again, and that it was only Harry Potter who could defeat him. Back at the hospital wing, Hermione was watching her body double eat dinner. It was the third plate, and by the time that the plate was nearly licked clean, she grabbed it and put it just outside the cordoned off area. "Ok, just stop it, it's like watching a pug eat slop! You need to cut that out before you start getting fat!" For emphasis, she poked her fingers into her double's belly, which had already grown soft. "Don't..." Harry began, but it was too late. A blast of air out her rear brought the conversation to a brief halt. "This is not over. We will get you in shape at some point!" Hermione bid Harry goodbye, which was fortunate, as Harry decided to break out some dessert after she left, falling asleep to the vision of Hermione telling her off in the morning.
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