Harry Potter: Neko's Mate @vancemcgill

Chapter 5

Sunday, December 27th, 1992 – Morning

Rose Lily Potter, dressed in female version of the school robes - complete with skirt, panties, and a training bra to help her adjust to her budding breasts - was sitting on the bench outside the Hospital Wing.

Until a few minutes ago, she was Harry Potter. Harry had eaten breakfast, and had kissed his girlfriend, Hermione, and promised her that he would come back soon to see her.

Then Harry had spoken to her, to Rose. He told her that he was the dominant personality. He told her that everyone knew him, and nobody knew her. People would get to know her soon, but only those that Harry wanted to know about. He also told her that she would get to come out and play occasionally, but only if she let him be the dominant, and change into his female form and still be himself.

Then Rose emerged. She easily agreed with Harry's compromise. Because she knew that Harry was being honest with her. She had come out and play many times as a child. Sometimes when she let Harry come back, it was not her choice. But that was not Harry's fault.

Now she knew who was responsible for that. Albus Dumbledore! She didn't need Harry to tell her not to trust the Headmaster. She already knew he couldn't be trusted. He made her go away many times! He always called her 'Harry', and never by her own name.

She decided she would meet Dumbledore, and then Professor McGonagall. She wanted Professor McGonagall to know that she existed. Then she would let Harry return.

When Rose had emerged, she dressed in her new outfit that Madam Pomfrey had acquired for her. As she sat on the bench, she smiled to herself. Finally, after so long of being dormant, she had come out to play again. Harry had agreed to let her play occasionally. That meant that she would need to buy a few outfits for herself soon. That would be part of her compromise to Harry. He would not get to buy her outfits for her. She would get to go shopping for her own clothes.

Rose grinned mischievously when she heard footsteps approaching down the hall. She stood and waited. Professor Dumbledore soon approached.

"Greetings young lady," Dumbledore said, cheerily, "Are you waiting for somebody?"

"I am waiting for you, sir," Rose said, "You told me you'd come see me after breakfast, remember?"

"I believe I would remember that if it had happened," Dumbledore said. "What is your name? I thought I knew all my students."

"We've met, sir," Rose said, "But it has been a long time. I'm Rose, sir. Rose Lily Potter."

Dumbledore's eyes widened. "Harry..."

"Are you deaf, old man?" Rose interrupted the Headmaster, "I just told you my name is Rose. Don't you remember me? We met when I was six years old. Aunt Petunia had just taken me out shopping, and bought me some outfits to wear. She had told me earlier that day that I was a Metamorphmagus. She read me a letter written to her by my mother. My mother gave me the name, Rose. You will respect my late mother's wishes, sir. I will not have you disrespect her."

Technically that day, Harry was still Harry, even when he looked like Rose, but Rose didn't want Dumbledore to know that.

"You are not Rose, Harry," Dumbledore said.

"Recycling that same old speech?" Rose asked. "Calling me a boy. Telling me I'm not a girl. Telling me I'm not Rose Lily Potter. Telling me I'm not a Metamorphmagus, nor that am I magical. How many damn lies can come out of your mouth in one time, Dumbledore?! What is it going to take to make you realize I am Rose? Should I strip right here in the corridor and show you I'm a girl? Maybe I can just lift my skirt and drop my panties and show you that I have the proper equipment!"

Dumbledore's left eye twitched.

"Take me to my Private Quarters, sir," Rose said, "And don't even think about waving that wand at me. I'll snatch it from you and stick it where the sun don't shine!"

"I believe I opened those Private Quarters to Harry Potter and Hermione Granger," Dumbledore said. "According to you, you are not Harry. So I'm afraid -"

"Is that the game you're playing?" Rose asked. "Next you'll probably tell me I'm not even enrolled in this school. Fine. I'll leave. Hermione will probably go with me and Harry too. She knows who I am, after all. I met her when I was seven. We were great friends right away. Still are. We'll leave. We'll leave Great Britain and go somewhere where Metamorphs and Nekos are welcomed and respected! And we won't ever come back!"

Rose smiled when Dumbledore's eye twitched again. "Or perhaps I'll just go to Professor McGonagall. I plan to meet with her soon anyway. At least she'll accept me for who I am. She'll let me go into the Private Quarters of my choice."

"Follow me, Miss Potter," Dumbledore said, "I'll take you to your Private Quarters."

"As long as they're the same Quarters Harry and Hermione will be sleeping in," Rose said.

Dumbledore remained silent, and Rose remained vigilant as they made their way the fourth floor. Soon, they arrived at a portrait of a short knight with a pony.

"I don't want a Portrait guarding my Quarters, Dumbledore," Rose said. "I want a gargoyle that I can give a password to, like your office. A Gargoyle who will only open if the password is given. One moment, sir. Let me back away, far from your wand."

Rose backed away a few steps and watched Dumbledore. Dumbledore sighed and waved his wand in complex formations. The portrait vanished and was replaced with a statue of a Griffin.

"Go away now," Rose said. "I'm not making a password in front of you. These Quarters are supposed to be private. If you knew the password, you could walk in while I'm naked. Or while Harry and Hermione are taking care of Hermione's Neko problems when she's in heat. I can't have that. Where's Harry's trunk? Is it in there?"

"I'm afraid Harry will have to collect his trunk from his dormitory," Dumbledore said.

"Why?" Rose asked. "So Ron can speak to him? No deal. He's avoiding Ron. Hogwarts has house-elves. Get one of them to retrieve his belongings. Hermione's too, now that I think about it."

"Now, listen here, Harry," Dumbledore said.

"I'm Rose, Dumbledore," Rose said. "I've already asked you to respect that. You listen to me. I am one more of your lies away from leaving Great Britain with Hermione and Harry. Harry, Hermione and I would like to spend Christmas Break away from you and your manipulations while we decide how to move forward. Every move you make from here on in will decide whether we are here for the start of the second term. One thing is certain, however. You will never Obliviate or Compel me, Harry or Hermione ever again Make your move, Dumbledore."

"Marsh!" Dumbledore barked.

A female house-elf appeared. "Yes, Headmaster?"

"Retrieve Harry Potter and Hermione Granger's belongings from their Dormitories and place them in in the Common Room of these Private Quarters," Dumbledore instructed.

The house-elf bowed and vanished. Ten seconds later, she reappeared. "Done, Headmaster."

"You're excused," Dumbledore said.

The house-elf vanished.

"I hope to see Mr. Potter and Miss Granger at the Start-Of-Term Feast in January," Dumbledore said.

"We'll see," Rose said. "Goodbye, Headmaster."

Dumbledore turned and headed down the corridor. Only when he was at the far end, did Rose turn to the griffin.

"No password," Rose instructed the Griffin. "Only allow Rose Lily Potter, Harry James Potter, or Hermione Jean Granger inside. Nobody else unless instructed otherwise. Do you understand?"

The Griffin statue nodded.

"Thank you, handsome," Rose said.

The Griffin bowed and side-stepped. Rose walked up the steps the Griffin guarded, and arrived at a doorway. She opened the door, and stepped into the Private Quarters. She glanced around the Common Room, and smiled at the homely appearance. There were two sofas and two chairs nestled around a coffee table near a warm-looking hearth. She wanted to explore more, but there were other things she needed to do first. Also, a thought in her mind was bugging her.

"If I was Dumbledore," Rose whispered to herself, "I'd probably have placed some kind of spying device or enchantments in every room in here. Probably even the bathroom. The pervert might have a way to watch us take baths. Or watch Harry and Hermione have fun in their bedrooms... or Hermione and I..."

Rose blushed deeply at that thought, and wondered if Hermione would be up to doing that with her. Harry did tell her that Hermione wanted her boyfriend back, and not a girlfriend. But she distinctly remembered meeting Hermione, and playing with her on the playground before Dumbledore had made her leave. She had met Hermione before Harry did. She simply needed to let Hermione get to know her again. Then maybe she and Hermione could play whilst Hermione was in heat.

She wished she could have reunited with Hermione that morning, but Harry had forbid her for the moment. Rose wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was because she was just getting used to her new Neko lifestyle, and Harry didn't want her to be overwhelmed. Harry had told her she could meet Hermione again soon enough.

"I should speak to Professor McGonagall or Madam Pomfrey," Rose whispered. "Maybe they can see if there are any spying spells in here. I need to meet with Professor McGonagall anyway. I hope she likes me."

She left the Private Quarters and headed in the direction of the Grand Staircase, ever vigilant of her surroundings. Ten minutes later, she knocked on the door of Professor McGonagall's office.

"Come in," McGonagall said.

Rose opened the door and stepped into the office, then shut the door behind her. Professor McGonagall was sitting at her desk.

"Can I help you, young lady?" McGonagall asked.

"Yes, ma'am," Rose said, "My name is Rose Lily Potter. I'm sure you know my male form."

"Harry," McGonagall said, "You are adjusting to your Metamorph skills very quickly."

"Yes, ma'am," Rose said, "But I prefer to be called Rose."

"Rose," McGonagall said, "May I say that you look just like your mother?"

"So I've been told," Rose said.

"Please be seated," McGonagall said, "When did you acquire proper female clothing?"

"Madam Pomfrey gave it to me," Rose said. "Harry asked her to."

"Do you believe you and Harry are two different people?" McGonagall asked.

"I suppose you could say I believe Harry and I are two different personalities," Rose said. "Though I don't want anyone to think that I suffer from Split-Personality Disorder. Harry and I can never exist together in the same room. But I am Rose, and he is Harry."

"So Harry asked Madam Pomfrey to get clothes for you," McGonagall said. "Then he is aware of you, and you are aware of him."

"Yes," Rose said.

"When will you let him return?" McGonagall asked. "I ask, because you're here to begin a brief tutoring program in your Metamorph talents. I wasn't expecting to meet you until I explained to Harry about gender-swapping and the 'third gender' theory. I was expecting to meet with Harry today."

"Tutor one of us or both of us, Professor," Rose said, "We will both learn the same information. If you wish for him to appear, I can arrange that. However, I'm afraid I did not bring his clothes with me today."

"Alright," McGonagall said. "How about we just talk about a few things, and when Harry returns, I can continue with the planned lessons."

"Alright," Rose said.

"When did you emerge, Rose?" McGonagall asked.

"Depends on which emergence you mean, ma'am," Rose said, "The very first time or today? Or those in between?"

"Could you please clarify?" McGonagall asked.

"I will," Rose said, "But how I discovered this information will be confusing. I cannot explain it until you Hermione and Madam Pomfrey are in the same room. They were there when Harry and I discovered the information. Either Harry or I will be able to tell you. It doesn't matter which."

"I will try to follow along as much as I can until I get the entire story," McGonagall said.

"According to a letter my mother wrote to my Aunt Petunia," Rose said, "My first emergence was a few days before Harry's first birthday in July of 1981. Mum and Daddy called me Rose Lily Potter, and that would be my name whenever I emerged.

"When Harry was six years old, he unknowingly woke up as a girl. Aunt Petunia was quite shocked to find he became a girl. She showed him a mirror, and he saw his appearance. She explained to him about our parents, about magic, about Metamorphmagi, which she learned from our mother's letters. She told him his feminine name was Rose. I suppose you could call that a partial emergence. I remember that pretty clearly. Aunt Petunia and Harry went shopping that day. She bought us five feminine outfits. People in the shops called us pretty. Harry hid those outfits when we got home so Uncle Vernon and Dudley wouldn't find them.

"The first time I clearly remember my emergence, when it was me and not Harry, I was grounded to my room for three days. I still had my clothes that Petunia bought. But she had forgotten about me, and the fact she had bought me clothes. She gave me food while I was grounded. But she never looked at me, so she never realized it was me, and not her nephew. I was able to be myself for three days, even if I was grounded. I was able to dress in my clothes that made me look pretty. I was happy."

"Even though you were grounded?" McGonagall asked. "Even though you didn't get to play?"

"I did get to play," Rose said. "I played for three days. Back then I didn't get to play often. Three days in a row, I played. I was happy."

"You refer to the time during your emergence as 'playing'," McGonagall said. "I see now."

Rose shrugged. "Whatever you want to call it. The next time I emerged, I put on my outfit, and Uncle Vernon saw me. He thought I was a stranger, a thief. Kicked me out of the house. I ran away from home, and begged for money for food and bus fare. Made my way to Crawley, England by bus. Played in a playground. Slept in the tunnel equipment on the playground. Played more the following day. Met Hermione Granger that day."

"You knew Miss Granger?" McGonagall asked, surprised, "Back then?"

"We had fun for three hours," Rose said, "Then we forgot about each other."

"Forgot?" McGonagall echoed.

"That's the confusing part that we will discuss later with Madam Pomfrey and Hermione," Rose said. "There were a few more times I emerged. Those times weren't so fun."

"Why not?" McGonagall asked.

"I had outgrown the clothes Aunt Petunia bought me," Rose said. "I never showed myself to Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon or Dudley after Uncle Vernon was so mean to me before. So I never got more clothes. I was naked most of the time."

"Oh, my," McGonagall said, frowning.

"Today was the first day Harry was aware of me," Rose said. "I emerged this morning while Harry was asleep. But it had been so long that – well – Harry had taken over instead of me, like he had the first time. He called for Madam Pomfrey, and she told him about gender-swapping, about the 'third gender' theory. That Metamorphs could be a father and a mother at the same time. Madam Pomfrey helped him change back into himself. Then a little later, he asked Madam Pomfrey to get him some clothes for me. The clothes I'm wearing now. I emerged again shortly after that. And here I am."

"Who gets to decide who emerges and for how long?" McGonagall asked.

"Harry," Rose said. "Everyone knows who he is."

"Is Harry the dominant personality?" McGonagall asked.

"Yes," Rose said, "Harry and I came to a compromise."

"So he did compromise with you already?" McGonagall asked.

"Yes," Rose said. "Harry told me that he's the dominant personality, and as I said, everyone knows Harry. Very few people will know me, only those that Harry wants. He said he'll give me permission to emerge sometimes. But he also said he wants to be himself, but also look like me sometimes. I suppose it is so he can go places without people recognizing him. I don't understand that, though. Why can't he be a male, and just look different then he does, when he does that?"

"Because nobody would expect Harry to look like a girl," McGonagall said.

"Oh," Rose said, "I suppose that makes sense."

"When will you let Harry return next?" McGonagall asked.

"When I go back to the Private Quarters," Rose said. "So he doesn't have to wear girl's clothing."

"You already have been to your Quarters?" McGonagall asked. "I had only decided this morning to let Harry move in with Hermione."

"Professor Dumbledore showed me," Rose said.

"Showed you?" McGonagall asked, "Or Harry?"

"Me," Rose said, "Dumbledore met me. Or rather... met me again. That's another one of those confusing parts. He decided last night that Harry and Hermione would move in, and then added myself to that privilege this morning as well. Professor? After this meeting, can you come with me to the Private Quarters?"

"May I ask why?" McGonagall asked.

"I want you to check if there are any eavesdropping or spying charms in the Private Quarters," Rose asked. "Call me paranoid. But I'd rather not have spying charms around when I'm taking a shower."

McGonagall raised her eyebrows. "I will certainly check if there are any charms like that."

"Can my Private Quarters also have a Hogwarts House-Elf?" Rose asked. "Just in case we need something and don't want to bother you."

"I might be able to allow that," McGonagall said.

"When we go," Rose said, "I'll let Harry return so he can get dressed. Then you can go with him to see Madam Pomfrey and Hermione."

"Why Harry?" McGonagall asked. "Why not you?"

"Harry promised Hermione he'd be back to see her," Rose said. "I'm not sure Harry would appreciate it if I kissed Hermione."

McGonagall raised her eyebrows. "I suppose I can see your point. Miss Potter, to be honest, I was intending to meet with Harry today. I was going to explain Metamorphmagi to him, including the gender-swap, and everything Madam Pomfrey appears to have already told him. Last night, I contacted a Metamorphmagus who used to be a student here. She agreed to help me tutor Harry during Christmas Break. She'll be here tomorrow."

"So you can't do much else until she gets here," Rose said, nodding. "I see. Alright. That's fine with me. I simply wanted to introduce myself, ma'am."

"It is very nice to meet you, Rose," McGonagall said. "While I hope to see you again sometime, I must admit I'm more favorable toward seeing Harry, however."

"I understand, ma'am," Rose said. "I only intend to show myself if I want to have fun."

"But only if Harry allows it?" McGonagall asked.

"Yes, ma'am," Rose said.

"Very well," McGonagall said. "I believe we're finished here. Can you escort me to your Private Quarters?"

Rose agreed. Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at the Griffin.

"Hello, handsome," Rose greeted the Griffin. "Professor McGonagall is welcome to enter the Private Quarters."

The Griffin bowed, then stepped to the side.

"You have a Griffin statue instead of a Portrait?" McGonagall asked.

"I don't trust portraits," Rose said. "They can visit other portraits, and other portraits could visit theirs. They're spying tools. You may also have noticed the Griffin has no password. Instead he has a Permission List. Professor Dumbledore is not on that list. You'll know why later."

"Alright," McGonagall said. "One moment, Miss Potter."

She waved her wand toward the Griffin. Rose looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"The statue is just enchanted stone, Miss Potter," McGonagall said. "It could be destroyed and anyone could pass into your Quarters. The Permission List is smart, but it needed more. The Griffin will now attack and Stun anyone who attempts to get in who is not on the Permission List, or has permission from you, Harry or Miss Granger. And it is nigh-on impossible to destroy. I'm not sure even Professor Dumbledore could destroy it."

"Thank you, ma'am," Rose said.

Rose led the Transfiguration Professor into the Private Quarters.

"I've only been in this room so far," Rose said, "I tend to talk to myself, and even then I whispered when I was in here. Like I said, I'm paranoid. Can you check each room for eavesdropping and spying enchantments?"

McGonagall agreed. Rose began the tour with her, following her around each room. When they went to Hermione's bedroom, Rose asked McGonagall if she could make the bed larger. McGonagall made it King-sized, enough to fit at least four people. By the time they entered Harry and Rose's room, McGonagall was fuming.

"Every single room had eavesdropping or spying enchantments," she said, "Including the bathroom – the shower! I thought you were simply joking around."

"Nope," Rose said.

"Miss Potter, your request for a House-Elf is accepted," McGonagall said, "In fact, I will allow you the use of one of my own personal House-Elves. They answer to me, and now you, Harry and Miss Granger. Sasha!"

A female house-elf appeared.

"Yes, Madam McGonagall?" Sasha asked.

"Sasha, this is Rose Potter," McGonagall said. "She won't always be around here. She is a Metamorph. Her male form, Harry, will usually be here. Their friend, Hermione Granger, will also be a resident here. Sasha, I wish for you to be their personal house-elf while they reside in these Private Quarters. You answer to me, but you also answer to them."

"Yes, ma'am," Sasha said.

"Every day, Sasha," McGonagall said, "I want you to search every inch, nook and cranny in these Quarters for eavesdropping and spying enchantments and anything that does not belong. Anyone who attempts to come in here, who is not on the Griffin guard's Permission List, or accompanying Rose, Harry or Miss Granger, I want you to report it to me. If anyone even passes by that Griffin who is not on the Permission List, or accompanying Rose, Harry or Miss Granger, I want it reported."

"Yes, ma'am," Sasha said.

"Could you make mine and Harry's bed the same size as Hermione's?" Rose asked McGonagall.

"Sasha?" McGonagall said, "Could you do it?"

Sasha turned the bed into King's Size. Rose also asked for a vanity table, and a body-length mirror. Sasha conjured both. Then Rose asked her to transport Harry's trunk into the room.

"That's all," Rose said, "I don't want to make this room too girly."

"Ma'am?" Sasha asked, "There were tracking charms on the trunk and some items inside. They are all removed."

McGonagall sighed. "Thank you, Sasha. You may return to your duties until the occupants of these Quarters, or myself, summons you."

The house-elf bowed and vanished.

"Tracking Charms, Eavesdropping and Spying Charms," McGonagall said. "I don't like this at all."

"Well," Rose said. "If you could wait in the Common Room, Harry will be with you shortly. And you can accompany him to the Hospital Wing, and learn all about the reasons behind these Charms."

"Very well," McGonagall said. "Nice to meet you, Rose. I look forward to speaking with you in the future."

Rose echoed the Professor's sentiments. McGonagall left the room. Rose then proceeded to undress from her outfit then put it away for later use.

Ten minutes later, Harry stepped into the Common Room. Professor McGonagall was seated in one of the chairs.

"Mr. Potter," McGonagall said.

"Ma'am," Harry said. "I see you've met Rose."

McGonagall raised an eyebrow. "Exactly how much of Rose's emergence were you aware of?"

"Everything," Harry said, "I was a... silent audience member. Watching everything, never being able to take part. However, Rose and I had a conversation just now, and earlier today. She has agreed to let me appear as her sometimes, if I feel peckish."

"Along with other things, I assume," McGonagall said.

"We made compromises," Harry said.

"What did Rose want?" McGonagall asked.

"Two things," Harry said. "A guarantee that she will be able to come out and play occasionally. And she wants to have a shopping trip soon, either in Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade. She wants five outfits, and she wants to shop on her own."

"How soon?" McGonagall asked.

"Before Christmas Break is over," Harry said, "I – er – told her that might not be possible. But she's rather – well, she's adamant."

"I will see what I can do about that," McGonagall said, "Have you met with your Account Manager since returning to the wizarding world, Mr. Potter?"

"My Account Manager?" Harry asked.

McGonagall sighed. "I would guess that is a no. Your Account Manager at Gringotts. A Goblin who manages the accounts of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter."

"The... what?" Harry asked.

McGonagall frowned. "It would appear you need a crash course in your family history, Mr. Potter. Sometime in the next few days, after that day's session of your Metamorph training is done, I am going to teach you about your family, everything you need to know regarding the Ancient and Noble House of Potter, and your Accounts in Gringotts. Then I'll accompany you to Diagon Alley, where we will visit Gringotts, and meet with your Account Manager. Then – well – Rose can have her shopping trip."

Harry nodded. "Alright. Who is this Metamorphmagus that is going to assist you in teaching me?"

"You were listening," McGonagall said. "Good. I assume we're still going to the Hospital Wing?"

"Yes, ma'am," Harry said. "There are things you need to know."

"Then how about we head that way," McGonagall said, "And we can talk about the future of your training on the way."

"While in the corridors, ma'am?" Harry asked.

"Nobody will be able to eavesdrop on our conversation, Mr. Potter," McGonagall said, "I assure you."

Harry nodded. Two minutes later, they were heading down the corridor toward the Grand Staircase.

"The Metamorphmagus who will be assisting me in training you," McGonagall said, "is named Nymphadora Tonks. She was a student here until she finished her education last year. However, she doesn't like her first name very much. I would advise you to call her by her surname, unless she tells you different. She is a female-dominant Metamorph."

"That means she's been a female through most of her life," Harry said.

"Very good," McGonagall said. "I've never met her male form. However, that being said, she is still capable of – ahem – having male genitalia while looking female everywhere else."

"I wasn't aware that was possible," Harry said.

"It is indeed," McGonagall said. "I understand Madam Pomfrey informed you of the gender-swap and 'third gender' theory, and everything to do with that? Including the mother and father factor?"

"She told me it could be possible that I could be pregnant at the same time as the mother of my future child," Harry said, blushing.

"Did you know your hair is pink, Mr. Potter?" McGonagall asked, showing a rare smile.

Harry winced. "It apparently happens when I am embarrassed."

He closed his eyes, then opened them.

"Back to normal," McGonagall said, "You are a quick learner, Mr. Potter. You will be a joy to train."

"I enjoy this talent," Harry said. "Maybe that is why."

"Perhaps so," McGonagall said. "Anyway, yes, you are correct. The reason I bring it up is this. It is very common for two Metamorphmagi to become romantic. The idea that they can both sire and impregnate each other is hard to resist."

"I can't see myself without Hermione, ma'am," Harry said. "She can't exactly impregnate me. So I don't know why that is important."

"Remember that when we talk about that crash course in family history and other discussions," McGonagall said, "It might come up."

Harry was confused, but he nodded anyway.

"Miss Tonks has known she is a Metamorph for most of her life," McGonagall said. "So she will be able to help you more than myself when it comes to honing your talents. Which is why I hired her. I think the two of you will get along nicely."

"Do you think she'll like Rose?" Harry asked.

"I'm quite interested in what she thinks of Rose, Mr. Potter," McGonagall said. "To be honest, Rose confuses me."

"Oh?" Harry asked.

"She calls you the dominant personality," McGonagall said, "And yet she seems so dominant herself. She seems very confident and sure of herself."

"She respects me," Harry said. "She knows she can't exist without me. I am the one everyone knows. Very few people know who she is."

"I hope so," McGonagall said. "Even though she said the two of you didn't suffer from Split-Personality Disorder, the two of you are separate personalities. She speaks of you in third person, Harry."

"I speak of her in third person, ma'am," Harry said.

"Yes," McGonagall allowed, "But Harry, she said you were aware of her when you woke up this morning. You were aware you were a girl."

"That's difficult to explain just yet," Harry said. "I didn't know who she was when I woke up today. Then I learned her identity. When I learned that, she was able to take over. I was merely an audience member. We told you about our compromise. As long as I allow her to have her fun sometimes, she'll let me be the dominant personality most of the time. I can be Rose and still think I am me."

"I merely ask you to be careful, Harry," McGonagall said, "You could lose yourself entirely if Rose were to ever become the dominant personality."

"Madam Pomfrey warned me of that, ma'am," Harry said. "I'll be careful."

"Alright," McGonagall said. "Let's move on to the Hospital Wing. I'm rather interested in all this secrecy that you and Rose have been talking about."

Harry merely nodded. He was looking forward to how McGonagall would react. He hoped that, together, they could decide what to do about Dumbledore.

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