Go straight to Dumbledore

Harry shook the thought out of her head and with a sigh withdrew her hand. No, this wasn't the time for that, Harry needed to get to Dumbledore, he would know what to do. It wasn’t easy but Harry was able to sneak out, wrapping her cloak of invisibility around her shoulders, as she made her way to Hogwarts.

Once at Hogwarts, Harry made her way towards Dumbledore’s office. Climbing the massive amounts of winding and shifting staircases. Standing in the hall outside Dumbledore's office was Minerva McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor house, and a person Harry would have rather avoided.

As Harry walked past McGonagall, head lowered to hopefully avoid eye contact, McGonagall stepped in front of Harry. “I know every member of Gryffindor, every man and women, but I don’t think I've ever met you.” McGonagall scanned Harry up and down, noticing the Gryffindor robes that Harry wore. “You shouldn’t be wearing those robes; how did you get Gryffindor robes?”

Harry shook as she tried to come up with an answer but was saved by McGonagall's knowing smile. “Don’t worry Mr. Potter, we have been informed about your ‘situation’, I would suggest you hurry up to Dumbledore’s office quickly. He knows how to help you.” Then McGonagall stepped closer to Harry and said, “But what a looker you turned out to be, huh?” McGonagall smiled and walked off down the corridor.

Harry stood still in shock, how did Dumbledore and McGonagall know? Harry couldn’t think of any possible way, but she supposed that was par for the course with Dumbledore. Harry gulped and made her way towards the headmaster's office, hesitating for a moment before knocking on the door.

“Yes, come in” came the wizened old voice of Dumbledore. Harry felt better just hearing it, confident that his ordeal would be over soon.

Harry entered the room and looked at the man sitting at his desk. He seemed to have a more assertive presence now in Harry's eyes, though she supposed that could just be a side effect of the potion, which with any hope would stop being a problem soon. “Hello Professor, you probably don’t recognize me, I’m Harry Potter.” Harry’s now feminine voice spoke.

“I recognize you well enough Mr. Potter, though your form has certainly changed. What did you do?” Dumbledore asked.

Harry simply whispered “Polyjuice potion.”

Dumbledore nodded gravely, “You are not the first to do as such, and you likely won't be the last.”

“So, you can fix this?” Harry asked hopefully

Dumbledore smiled, “Of course Harry, though the ritual will be very time consuming and quite exhaustive to your body. To be safe, I will need to cast a sleeping spell on you Harry, and a very powerful one at that. Nothing short of an unbreakable sleep will work, that way your body is allowed the rest necessary for its transformation.” Dumbledore looks carefully at Harry, “It will likely take several days.”

Harry nodded, “I understand Professor, but a few days is a small price to pay.”

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, “We should start now then, the longer the transformation, the harder it is to reverse.” Dumbledore led Harry to a small bed in an alcove in his office, “I will see you on the other side Harry.” Dumbledore then laid Harry down and began casting spells on him.

Harry looked up at the ceiling of Dumbledore’s office as he felt magical energies spread across him until everything he saw faded to black. Harry lay completely **** as Dumbledore continued casting spells with a smile.