Yes: "[Obliviate!]"

While Harry was nowhere near as proficient as Lockhart was, it wasn't difficult for her to erase the last hour of her uncle's memory. Although if she was being honest about her own capabilities in this field of magic, she'd probably erased the last few hours of her uncle's life, but Harry tried not to feel too guilty about that considering that he'd **** himself on her.

"Speaking of which..." muttered Harry as she felt a particularly thick glob of semen slip out between her bum and plop onto the floor. It took only a few moments to Vanish away the semen that was coating both her outside and insides before she sighed in relief.

"...Now what?" she asked herself before shivering and answering her own question. "Right. Clothes first. Plan...later."

It didn't take very long for Harry to get dressed up back in her old clothes. As she caught sight of her now clothed reflection in the mirror, Harry noted that it was lucky how her wider hips and breasts made her clothes fit rather snugly on her frame. They were still cheap, second-hand clothes of course, but Harry found that she looked much better in them than she ever did in her boy form. A smile tugged at her lips when she turned around to examine her large rump and gave it a playful smack.

"Bet I could bounce a galleon on this arse." It was still a little strange to be feeling pride in this body of hers and felt that she'd miss it when the effects of the Polyjuice finally wore off.

'Which from what I remember is anywhere from ten minutes to...uh...ten hours?' While the first time she had taken Polyjuice, the effects had worn out after about an hour or two, Hermione later admitted that a perfectly brewed potion would last much longer. That seemed to fit with what she remembered of Barty Crouch Junior when he had been posing as Mad-Eye, though Harry didn't exactly remember how often he was sipping from that flask of his. Naturally, when she had a problem, Harry's first instinct was to default to asking the smartest person she knew for advice.

"Guess I'm going to visit Hermione in her new place." chuckled Harry as she started to gather up her things, absently waving her wand to collect her various belongings and deposit it into her trunk. The cauldron in which she had been brewing her botched Polyjuice Potion was filled with a dark brown sludge and caked the sides. Grimacing, Harry Vanished the contents and became more chagrined when she saw that were now several holes in the bottom of her cauldron.

"...and seems like I'll need to visit Diagon Alley anyway for a new cauldron." Sure she could magically repair the cauldron, but any potions brewed afterwards in it would have their properties altered and potentially become lethal. After disposing of her cauldron, Harry then shrank her trunk and pocketed it before taking a final sweep over the room. Her eyes fell on her snoring Uncle and then dipped lower to his smaller dick with a smirk. "Goodbye Uncle Vernon. Wish I could stay to see your reaction to your new size."

'Now...Hermione's place is in Ration Alley...wherever that is. Could Apparate to Diagon and ask around or just take the Knight Bus instead...'