Repercussions

(Approved by GW)

Was it a spell or was it a virus that was causing Harry's sexual stench? The difference between the two was significant in that it dictated where a potential solution to the problem might be found. If it was a spell, then magic was the only means of getting rid of his current dilemma; if it was a virus, then science would have to be employed if a cure was to be found; but which was it?

Professor Dumbledore would be the best person to ask, for he at least was wise enough to know that wizardry wasn't necessarily the answer to everything. The only problem was, in order to get to the Headmaster, Harry would have to go through his deputy, Professor Minerva Mcgonagall, a woman. An old woman. A very old hag of a woman. Harry suddenly saw a grotesque vision in his head of him shafting the ancient lady and her subsequently becoming one of his sex slaves. A chill fear swept through him at the thought of acquiring an ever increasing number of gaunt, elderly and ugly sex slaves as well as the younger more fanciable kind. If this was affecting all women, then he was surely doomed to fuck them all, irrespective of age and level of personal beauty......or lack of it. This realisation was enough to suddenly cause both him and his carpet to become reacquainted with the breakfast he'd consumed not a couple of hours earlier.

A wave of Harry's wand cleared up the mess but not the problem. The real problem with Professor Mcgonagall was that she was one of the world's most foremost practitioners in physical transformation. She could turn herself into any living thing. For instance, where you and I might say that we'd have loved to have been a fly on the wall at a certain notorious or unsavoury event, Professor Mcgonagall probably had been. It was a skill she used on behalf of the Ministry of Magic on many occasions where a spying mission was required; mainly on those seeking to use magic in such a way as to bring it into disrepute. This realisation had Harry frantically searching his room for flies and to his horror, he found one on the crotch of his trousers. One that, to all intents and purposes, appeared to be sniffing at him and growing larger at an alarming rate.