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The next morning, Harry's internal alarm clock went off at about six AM. Waking up to phoenix song may cleanse one's soul, but waking up in a Patil sandwich helps to straighten out one's priorities. Due to the absence of a normal morning reaction, Harry had to check the bait and tackle under the hood and sure enough, he too was an identical Patil twin. Harry quietly sighed to himself, wondering why even among incredibly rare gifts like metamorphmagi he had to be completely abnormal. Historically metamorphmagi will often lose their form shifts in the relaxation of deep sleep. With a small effort a metamorphmagus can maintain transformations, but it's usually not worth the extra drain, and unless it is consciously kept up, the natural form reasserts itself. But not Harry. Oh heavens, nothing would be that simple for Harry. Every once in a while Harry would wake up in a completely different form than he went to sleep with. He nearly gave Tonks a heart attack the first time she woke up next to Voldemort. Apparently Harry had one of his old nightmares, though Tonks thought it was just Harry's subconscious playing yet another prank on her. Hermione woke up next to Professor Snape one time, so utterly horrified she blacked out just moments after waking. Harry convinced her it must have been a bad dream, but knew to keep an eye on her for an addiction to dreamless sleep potion.

As the events of the previous evening came back to Harry, he realized that this Patil twin form actually was the same form he went to sleep in. Harry couldn't help but smile and eat some of the dried chocolate syrup mustache off his upper lip for breakfast. Harry got dressed, conjured up a couple dozen unnaturally green and black roses, and signed a short card: Let me know if you want a copy of the tape.

Today was Friday. Harry had a good feeling that it was going to be a nice day.

The Untitled Cheekquel Project, Chapter 14