Wake up, my child, came the softest of voices as Harry was roused to wakefulness, pushing himself to his feet. The last thing he could remember was Ginny.. or, at least something that had her same basic features, finding him on his wayy back to the dorms after detention... And then there was pain, darkness, and that voice inside his head. As he finally got up, an image entered his mind, of the girl he'd crushed on but never obtained... Cho... There was the strongest feeling of him needing to find her, to be with her now. He rubbed his head with a hand he didn't realize was green, and he began to make his way down the hall... before he tripped up on the invisibility cloak. That's right... he always carried it in his bag... wait... where was his bag?
Go commanded that ancient voice, and his previous question dissipated from his mind as Harry reached down to pick up the cloak. It would be useful. Draping it over his entirely green body, he began to head straight for where Cho was walking, from the library... As she passed through one of the school's many shortcuts, this only known only to perhaps five students, Harry would pull off his invisibility cloak, heading up the opposite way. "Cho?" he called out in his lightly accented voice... though this was the only thing familiar about him. Pods covered his body, starting at his shoulders and going down to his hands, which were long, green and whiplike in nature. His legs were replaced by many vines wrapped tight together, and his chest looked like it was just barely held together in the middle by a number of earthen threads. His hair, always so dark and tangled, were neat rows of vines... He was a wholly different individual, save his vocie and the lightning bolt scarring on his forehead.