chap2pg2

       �Thank you,� Harry said. He gloomily looked around. Loads of cats were everywhere. They were all sleeping, on the couch, windowsills, chairs, everywhere. One was even on top of the old TV. Harry�s stomach rumbled. Maybe I am hungry, he thought. He opened the fridge. A jar with greenish looking slop was in there. I guess that�s the soup, he thought. He got out a pot and turned on the stove. He poured the soup into the pot and heated it up. It smelled a lot like cabbage, but then again, everything in her house did.
        Once it was heated up, he ladled some into a bowl, and sat down. A few cats jumped up on the table to watch him eat. He sniffed it warily. �Ugh, Mrs. Figg is nice but she sure is a horrible cook,� Harry choked. His stomach rumbled again. �Oh well, it�s better than nothing,� he groaned. He picked up his spoon and tasted it. Cabbage soup, he thought, how disgusting. He sipped a few more spoonfuls.
        Suddenly, his insides started writhing and he felt very nauseous. His skin felt like it was burning. �What�s happening?� he cried out. He felt like he was melting. His skin bubbled all over as if he were made of wax. Harry loudly cried out in pain. Yet, he was sure he had experienced this feeling before, though he couldn�t remember when. His body started to twist itself, and he fell to his knees. He felt like his body was being twisted around like clay. Suddenly it hit him. �Polyjuice potion!� he whimpered, before slumping to the floor.
      �Harry!� Mrs. Figg squealed. She shuffled over to him. �Oh dear, oh dear,� she muttered.
        �What�happened�to�me?� Harry moaned in a crackly, high voice.
        �Well, dear, instead of taking my pea soup,� she explained, �You took my polyjuice potion. Now, you have been changed into, well, me!� She smiled weakly at him. �Here, boy, try to stand up.� Harry shakily got to his feet. He felt surprisingly light. He looked at himself. He was small, bony, and wrinkled.
        �Where is a mirror?� he asked quietly.
        �Over there, sweetheart.� She pointed to a large mirror above the fireplace. Harry stumbled over to it. He croaked in surprise.
        �I�m�I�m�I�m you!� he gasped. �But you can�t have polyjuice potion, you�re just, I mean, you�re not a witch. You�re a muggle, how can you have the potion?� he questioned.
        �Dear, take a seat on the couch. Shoo, shoo.� She waved all of the cats off the couch. She patted the seat, and dust clouded in the air. Harry hobbled over to the couch and sat down. �Now listen dear,� she began, �I know this is a little strange to you, but I actually am a witch. I use this potion to hide from muggles. Now, I know you�re wondering why I would bother doing this. Well you see, I think you have to wait until I transform back into my normal self. It should only be a few minutes.�
        �Normal self?� Harry asked. He looked at her. He had always thought Mrs. Figg was just a normal old lady that liked cats and cabbages. Now he knew that she had been a witch the whole time, but why hadn�t she told him before? All of the sudden, Mrs. Figg began to twitch.
        �Oh, here we go,� she said. She began to twist around, and her skin started swirling around on her body. Her gray hair started growing long, and it began to turn a light purple. Her skin tightened, and grew a little darker. Her body straightened and, although she was still a little old, she looked much younger than she did before. Now, her eyes and hair were shimmering purple, and her skin was a little rosier, aside from being less wrinkled and loose. When it was all completed, she looked like she was no older than forty-five. Harry blinked in astonishment. Mrs. Figg chuckled lightly.
        �Now, I guess you�d like to know what�s going on, eh Harry?�