Shards of Isis
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
8,656
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chp 5: Renaissance
DISCLAIMER: The Harry Potter multiverse belongs
to JK Rowling, Queen of the Universe.
"Same person, no difference at all...just a different sex." --"Orlando", 1993.
I...awoke. That was the only thing I can describe it as. I awakened. I woke up. My crust-filled eyes slowly opened, and I yawned, attempting to stretch, which yielded immediate pain. A groan made itself known from within my gut. And it sounded all wrong. Wrong? "Uh..." I croaked, "What the...?"
Also the need to piss had become quite desperate. I pushed myself up, as my muscles protested painfully, and I was struck with vertigo. "Fuck," I squeaked. SQUEAKED?
Something was definitely amuck. The urge to vomit propelled me forward, and I leaned over the bed....that I had just noticed I was in....and dry heaved. I hoisted my body upwards and attempted to stand. The loo was in my line of vision, and I ran quickly to the bowl, standing upright, and reaching for....something that was no longer there?!
There was a half mirror above the sink. I saw someone staring at me in the reflection, and then I realized it was MY reflection. "Bloody hell!" I squealed, and without preamble, I pissed all over the floor of the bathroom. I was laid out on the floor of the loo, in a puddle of my own urine, and my reality had totally fractured. The last thing I remembered was a ghastly ritual involving me, a cave, some crazy sex with some lusty sorceresses, and then....this? Something came and stared into my eyes. "The mistress is awake?" it said. "The mistress pisses all over the floor. Dobby should have known this would happen! Bad Dobby! Bad--" The house-elf began to bang its head against the toilet. "Uh...." my strange sounding voice responded. "Dobby, now stop that. Help me clean this up, please. And tell me what the hell is going on here?"
Dobby snapped his fingers, and the mess disappeared, along with the stench. I slowly rose, and tried to stand yet again. "Does the mistress not know?" He shook his head, his eyes baleful. "Dobby, quit mucking about. Where the fuck am I? What happened to me?"
He flinched at my tone, and his ears went back, as he cringed. "P-please...M-Mistress...do not be angry with Dobby. Dobby is mistress' devoted house-elf. Dobby takes care of mistress....Dobby serves Mistress always. Mistress gave Dobby clothes, saved Dobby from bad Malfoys. Dobby is loyal to Mistress!" Then he started sobbing hysterically.
"Dobby, stop your sobbing...please...please...I..." Whoa! My voice didn't sound terrible--sort of a lilting contralto. "Just tell me my name, to start with. Okay?" I tried to smile, it felt like a grimace. Dobby perked up and ceased crying. "Mistress has name! It is Harry Potter! Does Mistress not remember?"
I fainted.
to JK Rowling, Queen of the Universe.
"Same person, no difference at all...just a different sex." --"Orlando", 1993.
I...awoke. That was the only thing I can describe it as. I awakened. I woke up. My crust-filled eyes slowly opened, and I yawned, attempting to stretch, which yielded immediate pain. A groan made itself known from within my gut. And it sounded all wrong. Wrong? "Uh..." I croaked, "What the...?"
Also the need to piss had become quite desperate. I pushed myself up, as my muscles protested painfully, and I was struck with vertigo. "Fuck," I squeaked. SQUEAKED?
Something was definitely amuck. The urge to vomit propelled me forward, and I leaned over the bed....that I had just noticed I was in....and dry heaved. I hoisted my body upwards and attempted to stand. The loo was in my line of vision, and I ran quickly to the bowl, standing upright, and reaching for....something that was no longer there?!
There was a half mirror above the sink. I saw someone staring at me in the reflection, and then I realized it was MY reflection. "Bloody hell!" I squealed, and without preamble, I pissed all over the floor of the bathroom. I was laid out on the floor of the loo, in a puddle of my own urine, and my reality had totally fractured. The last thing I remembered was a ghastly ritual involving me, a cave, some crazy sex with some lusty sorceresses, and then....this? Something came and stared into my eyes. "The mistress is awake?" it said. "The mistress pisses all over the floor. Dobby should have known this would happen! Bad Dobby! Bad--" The house-elf began to bang its head against the toilet. "Uh...." my strange sounding voice responded. "Dobby, now stop that. Help me clean this up, please. And tell me what the hell is going on here?"
Dobby snapped his fingers, and the mess disappeared, along with the stench. I slowly rose, and tried to stand yet again. "Does the mistress not know?" He shook his head, his eyes baleful. "Dobby, quit mucking about. Where the fuck am I? What happened to me?"
He flinched at my tone, and his ears went back, as he cringed. "P-please...M-Mistress...do not be angry with Dobby. Dobby is mistress' devoted house-elf. Dobby takes care of mistress....Dobby serves Mistress always. Mistress gave Dobby clothes, saved Dobby from bad Malfoys. Dobby is loyal to Mistress!" Then he started sobbing hysterically.
"Dobby, stop your sobbing...please...please...I..." Whoa! My voice didn't sound terrible--sort of a lilting contralto. "Just tell me my name, to start with. Okay?" I tried to smile, it felt like a grimace. Dobby perked up and ceased crying. "Mistress has name! It is Harry Potter! Does Mistress not remember?"
I fainted.