The Switch

Disclaimer-- I do not own Harry potter or any of the charters associated with the story. If JKR knew about this, she'd kill me.
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Chapter 1: The switch

”Brr, its bloody cold today!” said Ron shivering. Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked along the lake on their way to the first class of the New Year. It was already shaping up to be an interesting one as their first class of the day was a new one dealing with experimental magic.
“Have you heard anything about the new professor, Harry?” Hermione asked. “Not much. I did hear a rumor that he might be working for the Ministry of Magic though. And I know his name is Jaime Muttley.” Hermione looked at him. “Do you honestly still believe that the Ministry is suspicious of Dumbledore? I mean he is the leader of the Order--”
“Hermione! Shhh!” Harry and Ron both snapped at her at the same time. “No one is supposed to know about that.” She glared at them and kept walking. “I know that,” she said quietly, “But who is going to overhear us?” She swept her arms around to show that no one was within earshot of them. Ron and Harry, glanced around nervously, and then started talking about Quidditch. Hermione just threw her hands up and sighed.

They arrived shortly before the chime of the late bell. The teacher was a newly appointed, well built, but slightly scruffy man. "Alright class,” He said in a heavy Scottish accent. “My name is Professor Muttley and this class will focus on learning experimental spells and whether or not they should be put into practical use, or tweaked a bit more. Today we are going to be working on a new spell in the wizarding community that will turn animals into their opposites or what they are prey for, such as dogs to cats, cats to mice, mice into hawks and so on."
Harry looked out the window on to the Quidditch field as the teacher went into the long lecture that they hear every year about safety and such, and started to imagine the first game against Slytherin. He began to read down the roll sheet, and like all his other teachers before him, stopped on Harry's name. "Mr. Potter,” he read slowly, “What a pleasure it is to have you in my class this year.”
Harry looked up for only a moment to acknowledge that he was here. He didn’t even want to take the class, but to become an auror he had to take many such classes. Hermione and Ron were both aspersing to become agents of the Ministry, so they had to take the class as well.
Wiping his hands on his thighs. Professor Muttley stood up and walked toward the class from his desk. He looked down to one of the students in the front row noticing how… well endowed she was. He started wiping his hands on his pant legs again and walked back to his desk. “Now class, once again I will be teaching you the new experimental magic class for the duration of the year. Now if you all will take out your boobs…” His eyes widened as he realized what he said and for what seemed like an eternity tried to correct himself. “Books! Please take out your books!” He looked around the room as the class reached into their book bags. None of them acted like they had noticed. He looked down at the young, well-endowed girl and she looked up into his eyes. She smiled and winked at him then went back to her bag.
"Now, for your assignment, we will be pairing off into groups of two and working on the first of your assignments. Now, for your partners…" He began too pair off people, and eventually he came to Harry. "Harry potter with.... Hermione Granger." Harry looked at Hermione and smiled, "Hermione with me? This will be easy!" he said under his breath, then walked over to her and sat down.
She already had her books on the desk and looking at the spell. Each group was given small mouse and told to do their best. Hermione took out her wand and pointed it at the mouse. "Seasio Amanteneay!" she said exuberantly than looked at the mouse as it turned into the perfect textbook hawk. She looked at Harry and then stepped aside.
Harry looked at her and stepped up to a glass dome that housed a majestic bird. "Seasio Amanteneay!" The room erupted in a blinding white light when Harry was hit in the head by something. Harry's world went blank for a moment then a strange sensation ran through his body. It felt as if his body was shrinking. Before his world went blank, he thought he heard Hermione scream.

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Harry woke with a start, as if someone had poured cold water on his face. Half the students in the class were around him, while the rest stood around the classroom craning their necks to see him. Harry looked at the teacher that stood above him and smiled; that kind of creped him out a little, but the pain in his head was overriding that at the moment.
Harry tried to get up only to feel like a lead vest was draped over him. The rest of the students started murmur even louder and all Harry could do was look around at them. "What’s going on professor?" He asked, but at the same time almost chocked. His voice was high pitched and small. He looked down to his feet, but could not see past the large mounds on his chest. Harry’s eyes widened more than anyone’s ever should, and then passed out without even knowing he did.

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Hermione woke with a chill going down her spine. A ghost of a thought went through her mind, but she forgot it as soon as it came. "My crotch is killing me." She said and tried to sit up. There were gasps and everyone in the room spun around to look at her.
She lifted her head and noticed that the usual weight of her long curly hair was not was not there and her chest even seemed lighter. "Ohhh great,” she thought, “My hair was burned off!" She looked at the wide-eyed students around her. She looked at Harry then at herself… the first thought to go through her mind was: "Where are my breasts?" the second was more interesting though. As she fell back to the floor the last thing to go through her mind was: “Why does Harry get bigger ones than me?”