Ravenclaw Trio. (Harry Potter TG Fanfiction)

Harry Potter Fanfiction

Waiting outside Professor Fletcher's office, Liam and Oliver nervously wait to be called in. They sit side by side, on the hard wooden bench out front, surrounded by the grandeur of one of the Hogwart's long hallways.

Liam shifts his foot over towards Oliver’s feet and gently kicks him.

“I told you it was a bad idea!” he cautiously grumbles, trying to talk secretively to his friend.

Oliver kicks back and laughs.

“You so totally didn’t!” he replies, giving him a smug expression. “I’m pretty sure you were just as excited as I was!”

Liam shakes his head and kicks Oliver's foot once more, but this time slightly harder.

“Yeah the first time was fun,” Liam says sighing. “But did we really need to sneak in every night….?”

Oliver laughs once more and then playfully nudges Liam in the arm.

“Oh come on your worrywart,” he chuckles. “You’re only saying that because we got caught!”

Gritting his teeth, Liam rubs his arm and gives Oliver a dirty look.

Just as Oliver goes to nudge him again, he sees movement coming from down the hallway over Liam’s shoulder. It’s the unmistakable cheery skipping walk of their housemate, Alice Tumble.

“Merlin's beard,” Oliver mumbles, nodding for Liam to look in her direction. “Look who it is!”

As quickly as Liam looks around and acknowledges Alice’s presence, she’s standing in front of them with her hands behind her back, leaning in towards them both with a smug expression.

“You naughty boys are both getting expelled!” she giggles, wagging a finger.

Liam looks down at the floor with shame. He’s terrified of the idea of being kicked out. He loves Hogwarts.

“Oh shut up Tumble,” Oliver confidently replies, waving her away. “What does a dirty half-blood like you know anyways.”

Folding her arms tight, Alice flicks her strawberry blonde curly hair and huffs.

“Oli….,” Liam whispers, kicking Oliver in the foot again. “We don’t say things like that anymore. my dad is a muggle….remember?”

Gawking back at Liam, Oliver shrugs.

“I’m sorry Liam,” he exclaims, raising his hand to point at Alice. “She’s probably the one that told on us. The bloody snitch just makes me mad!”

Stamping her foot, Alice leans in towards Oliver and gets right up in his face. Oliver holds his ground and stares right back at her.

“Snitch am I!?” Alice gripes, only inches from his face.

“Yeah….,” Oliver replies, grinning. “A silly little girly snitch!” he continues, egging her on.

Neither of them backs down, so Liam puts his hands awkwardly between them. He doesn’t want any further trouble.

“Guys….,” he whines, trying to break it up. “Stop!”

“What!?” Oliver and Alice growl in unison, both instantly glaring in Liam’s direction.

Seeing the fury in both Alice’s and Oliver’s eyes, Liam backs away and holds his hands up to surrender.

“N-nothing…,” he meekly replies, before they both return to glaring at each other.

“All the girls in our year want you both to be expelled!” Alice hisses, now leaning slightly closer to him.

Oliver continues to infuriate Alice by smugly grinning at her comments.

“is that right…!?” he laughs, gently pushing her back by the shoulder. “You’re just jealous we weren’t trying to catch you getting undressed! Aww… poor little Alice Tumble! No one wants to be her friend!”

“You’re such a creep!” Alice screams directly in his face.

Just as Alice screams, the office door swings open with a thud. The clicking of the professor's heeled shoes echoes through the solid stone hallway.

“What on earth is going on here!?” Professor Fletcher yells, standing in her office doorway. Pushing her glasses further up onto her noise, she draws her dragon heart wand and points it at both Alice and Oliver.

“Stop right this instant you two or I’ll turn you both into frogs for the rest of term!” she commands, gently wafting her wand in their general direction.

Alice and Oliver both jump with fright and instantly turn a ghostly white. Alice quickly backs away from Oliver and puts her arms behind her back.

“That’s better,” Professor Fletcher says, lowering her wand and sliding it away inside her long dark robe.

Alice then coughs and steps slightly forward towards the professor. With her hands still behind her back, she gives the professor a smile.

“Y-you w-wanted to see me as well…?” Alice mumbles, avoiding eye contact.

“Oooo,” Oliver jibes, pointing in Alice’s direction. “Are you in trouble too!?”

“Mr. Jones!” Professor Fletcher then scolds, tapping his pointing hand down with her hand. “Don’t be such a rascal. You’re in trouble enough as it is…young man!”

Folding his arms, Oliver huffs in frustration.

“Right then boys,” the professor exclaims, clapping her hands together. “In my office now to discuss you’re punishment!”

Slowly getting to their feet, both Oliver and Liam pull dour faces and tuck their hands into their trouser pockets.

As they both trot into the Professors office, Alice stands just outside and looks uncomfortable.

“Professor…?” she bashfully asks, looking at her feet. “Should I come back later?”

Ushering the two boys to stand at her desk, the professor turns to look at Alice in the doorway.

“I need you in hear please Miss Tumble,” Professor Fletcher says graciously.

Giving the professor a curious expression, she shuffles into the room and stands off to one side. Then, with a flick of the professor's wand, the office door gently closes.

The boys both stand nervously at the end of the Professors desk. Liam, unable to look up and due to his nerves, just stares at his feet. Oliver, less worried, stares blankly out of the small square window at the back of the room.

“Now boys,” the Professor booms, sliding around them to sit behind her desk. “You’ve gone and broken many school rules. What do you have to say for yourselves…?”

Neither of them speaks. Liam holds onto the hope that Oliver can talk their way out of trouble. Just like he usually does.

“Strange you have nothing to say Mr. Jones…?” the Professor scoffs, leaning back into her chair. “What about your Mr. Shaw….? Care to enlighten me on what your boys were doing in the girl's dorm after dark?”

Liam continues to look at the floor. He’s got a knot in his thought the size of an iceberg! Even if he wanted to talk, he didn’t have even the courage to open his mouth.

“They were peeping, Professor!” Alice then blurts out, then immediately covers her mouth

Oliver stares at Alice with particular menace, while Liam looks down again at his feet with guilt

“How do you know!?” Oliver growls, staring at Alice intently. “You weren’t even in the room!”

“MR JONES!” the professor then shouts, slamming her hand onto her desk with a mighty thud. “You address me and me only! Turn to look at me boy!”

Jumping out of his skin, he turns to look at the professor's red angry face.

“S-sorry….,” he mumbles, staring at his feet.

“Yes…thank you Alice…,” the Professor then sighs, having calmed down. “I wasn’t speaking to you though young lady. I wanted to hear it from the horse's mouth, as they say.”

Staring at both the boys, she waits for either one of them to speak up. Neither of them dares move, let alone open their mouths.

“Well then…..,” the Professor sighs again.

Standing up from behind her desk, she moves to a cabinet just to the side. It’s crammed to the brim with potion-making equipment. Jars half full of ingredients sit on the work surface attached to it, where a small cauldron boils and bubbles next to two empty vials.

“Do you boys both understand that it’s naught to spy on the girls…?” the professor asks, standing in front of the cauldron, but twisting to look them both in the eye.

Still, both looking at their feet, the two boys gently nod in agreement to the professor’s question.

Reaching for a ladle, the professor scoops two small amounts of the brewed potion into the small empty vials on the counter.

“I wonder if you boys understand how those girls feel…?” she questions, picking up the vials now full of glowing pink liquid.

Turning to face them both with a vial in each hand, she looks down at them both and shakes her head.

“I want you both to know that the headmaster wanted to expel you both for this…” she continues. “But between myself, and both your parents, we’ve come up with another punishment more suited.”

Oliver and Liam then both look up at the professor. Both of them are relieved about not getting expelled.

“Thank you, professor!” Oliver chirps, turning to give Liam a big smug confident grin.

“You’re welcome, Jones,” the professor exclaims, regaining Oliver’s attention. “I’m glad also. You’re both talented wizards, but you must be punished.”

Both give the professor a curious, but equally worried expression, they are handed one of the pink vials by the professor. Holding them up to their eyes, the professor moves back behind her desk.

“We all believe,” the professor says, sitting back at her desk and crossing her legs. “That you two boys need to learn some empathy…..some understanding….some first-hand experience!”

Confused, the two boys look at each other with vacant expressions. Neither of them quite knew what the professor was getting at.

“I assume from the lack of argument from you both, neither of you has cottoned on to what I mean…,” the professor continues, giving them both a wry smile.

Oliver shrugs and Liam looks intently at the vial full of the bright pink potion.

“You boys are to spend the rest of this term…living as girls,” the professor says bluntly, waiting for them to react.

“WHAT!” Oliver squeals, looking at Alice and Liam in shock. “I’m not doing that! It’s not fair!”

Putting her hands together, the professor leans over her desk and looks Oliver dead in the eye.

“It is fair and once you drink that potion, you'll be transformed into a girl for exactly one month,” The professor says sternly. “Or would you prefer to be expelled……hmm?”

“NO way!” Oliver continues to argue.

Still fixated on the vial, Liam hears Oliver's complaints but is desperate not to get kicked out. He slowly brings the vial to his lips and opens his mouth wide. With one flick of his wrist, he soon swallows the contents.

Rubbing his mouth dry, he places the empty vial onto the professor's desk.

“Liam!?” Oliver gripes, shaking his head in pure disbelief. “You didn’t just drink that!? It’s going to turn you into a sniveling girl!”

Feeling his body being to tingle and fizz, Liam holds his hands out in front of his eyes. Looking up at Oliver’s shocked expression, he feels instantly strange.

As his skin begins to bubble and morph, he feels his bones shifting and his body rapidly changing.

Oliver steps back in horror as he watches his friend shrink, and change shape. Alice even lets out a loud gasp as she watches Liam’s body transform.

Watching his hands shrink and become more dainty, Liam’s vision is then covered as blankets of long golden blonde hair, bursting from his head. Reaching down past his shoulders, he desperately tries to swipe the hair from his eyes and mouth.

“Well, there we go then,” The professor giggles. “Mr. Shaw, that’s quite the head of hair you’ve got there.”

Parting the curtains of long blonde hair from his eyes, Liam looks up at the professor and gently nods. Going tomato red, he’s never felt so embarrassed in his life. His body has never felt so alien! His uniform almost hangs from his body. He has to hold his trouser up to stop them from falling

“Oh sorry,” the professor continues, correcting herself. “Thank you, Miss Shaw. Very brave of you to go first.”

Oliver looks at his friend in sheer anguish.

“I’m not doing this!?” he exclaims, taking a step back from the newly transformed girl standing next to him. “Can’t we have another punishment!? Can’t you like stop us from playing quidditch or something!?”

Almost backing himself against a nearby bookshelf, Oliver looks at the professor’s stern face. He clutches the vial tight and shakes his head.

“Please!?” he shouts out.

“Mr. Jones,” the professor says calmly. “You either drink the potion and accept your punishment, or you leave Hogwarts!”

Holding the vial up to his face, Oliver considers leaving the school. He knows he’s got nothing to go home to. He knows that will be more painful!

“Fine!” he huffs, swallowing down the pink liquid without a second thought.

“Oh my!” Alice then gasps again, watching on with interest.

Oliver then glares in her direction as he feels his body tingle. As he feels his skin starts bubbling and his bones shifting, he holds out his hands in front of his eyes.

Just as he’d watched seconds before, his hands shrink. Just like Liam, he feels himself becoming shorter and skinnier. He feels his clothes getting bigger and baggier.

Just as he grabs the top of his trousers to stop them from falling, his eyes are instantly covered by thick glossy black hair.

“Oh, my gravy!” he squeaks, with his new female voice, trying his best to fumble the long hair from his eyes with one hand.

“Good choice Miss Jones,” the professor then declares, as she leans back in her creaking office chair.

Managing to catch sight of the smug professor, between the strands of his new long hair, he grits his teeth.

“My dad won’t let you get away with this!?” he screams, almost scaring himself with how high-pitched his voice goes.

The professor pulls an unimpressed face and glares down at the newly transformed girl in front of her.

“Young lady!” she grumbles. “As I said moments ago….you’re father agreed to this punishment. We all…agreed that you needed to learn a thing or two about being the opposite sex. Learn why what you did was so disrespectful!”

Shoving his hands into his pockets, he bites his lips and backs down. Turning away from the professor, he sees Alice giggling quietly in the corner.

“Shut it Tumble,” he hisses, kicking at the floor with his feet.

Swiftly standing up and moving around her desk with purpose, the professor claps her hands to regain the attention of the room.

“Now girls…,” she commands, looking at both Liam and Oliver with a purposeful look. “I want you all to head straight back to the Ravenclaw common room.”

Turning her head to look directly at Alice, Alice jumps to attention.

“Miss Tumble,” the professor commands. “I’ve called you hear not to watch these boys transform, but to be their guide and companion while they adjust.”

Alice’s eyes grow wide and he mouth falls open.

“Sorry….?” She quickly questions, instantly feeling nervous herself. “I’m to guide these two!?”

“Yes….,” the professor quickly replies. “They are both staying in your dorm room. I’ve already had their belongings moved over and new uniforms sent.”

Stamping her foot, Alice grumbles.

“Why me!?” she complains, looking at Liam and Oliver standing awkwardly in front of her. “I don’t wanna be seen with these two!”

The professor gently smiles and nods her head.

“You’re the only girl in your dorm room….correct?” the professor asks.

“Yeah…. So?” Alice answers, folding her arms tight. “Doesn’t mean I want these two….’ girls’ in there with me!”

Shaking her head, the professor frowns at Alice’s comment. She then points to her office door and gives her a stern expression.

“No arguing Miss Tumble,” she commands. “I want you to look after them both. Show them how courteous us ladies can be….hmm?”

“O-kay,” Alice replies, rolling her eyes. “Come with me you two.”

“Oh great,” Oliver then complains. “Stuck with billy no friends over here. That’s really going to help us adjust!”

“Miss Jones!” the professor hisses, clapping her hands together. “Do you want me to extend your punishment!?”

“N-no….,” Oliver meekly replies, hiding behind his long hair.

“Good!” the professor then cheers, ushering them from her office. “No, straight back to the common room. Ok!?”

As all three of them give the professor and nod, they shuffle out of the office. Alice leaves first and watches the two newly transformed girls trudge out into the hallway. The bottoms of both their trousers rub on the floor as they walk. Liam even trips slightly as his shoes are now too big

Following them and standing in her office doorway, the professor gives them all a courteous wave.

“Liam, Oliver…,” she says, looking at them both. “I don’t want to see either of you in my office again this term.”

They both nervously nod in response.

“Make sure they both understand the girl's uniform policy Alice,” the professor continues, giving her a wink. “Skirts and tights, okay! No trousers allowed!”

“Yes miss,” Alice replies, pointing at them both to head down the corridor.

“Oh, and Alice,” The professor continues as they all start walking away. “Welcome them to our gender gracefully. Be patient with them! I’m counting on your to make the experience meaningful!”

“Yes Miss,” Alice replies again, this time turning away and scrunching her face.

“Yeah…..Alice,” Oliver mockingly whispers, as she walks beside her.

“Just come with me,” Alice huffs, walking out in front of them as they struggle to walk in their ill-fitting clothes.