Okay so I have recently started reading Drarry fics and I just had to do one of my own. I don't really know where this story is going as of yet. I know who end's up with who though. Please don't be mean, if you dont like this kind of thing then dont read it. =) Thanks! F-t-p x
Harry's eyelids fluttered open lazily as he looked out into the gentle light filtering through the curtains. He leaned to the bed-side table and pulled on his glasses and sighed as he realised the time and date, six-thirty in the morning and it was Saturday. Why did his internal alarm clock have to wake him so early on his free day? He swung his legs over and padded his way to the bathroom, leaving behind the snores of Ron and Seamus.
As he began to feel less disorientated he noticed his chest felt heavier. He put it down to too many sweets and not enough sleep. He started the water running from the sink and splashed the cool water to his face. He looked into the mirror and jumped away from what he saw. He blinked twice and shook his head. I must still be half asleep he told himself. He looked in the mirror again, this time letting out a squeal before grabbing hold of the sink for support. Where there had once been dishevelled, short, ebony locks of hair there was now long, waist length, charcoal-black curls in its place. His eyes made their way to his lips which were now curved and a deep pink with his bottom lip now slightly fuller than the top. His chest was the final straw for him, instead of there being the iron flat chest he was used to he found the reason for the added weight. He let go of the sink and with a soft thud on the scarlet carpet fell unconscious...
... Harry woke to face bright red, which startled him at first until his memory all came painfully flooding back. He was laying face flat on the floor. He – no, correction – She was a girl! Harry felt an odd pain in her chest and realised she was lying on her front. She spun round and shot up from the floor, running immediately to Ron's bed and shaking him violently. Ron stirred but didn't wake up, only giving a snort and grunt in response.
"Ron!" Harry stage whispered, giving her friend another shake, she did not fail to notice that her voice was much higher than Harry's usual gravely, adolescent tone. Harry was met with a face full of hand and an unintelligible murmur. "I have chocolate frogs..." harry taunted and when her friends eyes snapped open she couldn't help but try, unsuccessfully, to stifle a snort of laughter.
Ron sat bolt upright in his bed and started to scream, consequently causing Harry to scream with him. Harry, coming to her senses first, covered Ron's mouth and looked over her shoulder to check the other boy's hadn't woken up. The last thing she needed was a dorm-room full of boys taunting her. She put her finger to her lips and Ron nodded, seeming to have woken properly now. Harry cautiously took her hand from her friend's mouth.
"What the hell are you doing in the boy's room and who the bloody hell are you?!" Ron whispered, glaring up at the girl in front of him. She had woken him from a good dream. If this girl was looking for Harry he was going to have to curse her to next Saturday. Speaking of his best friend, he looked over to Harry's bed to see it was empty.
"Ron" the girl in front of him looked relieved, then scared and confused for some reason. Was the girl in trouble? How did she know his name?
"Answer my questions" he said, sitting with his legs and arms folded and his chin up defiantly.
"I can't. Not here at least. Please, I need you." Harry answered, putting more panic into her voice than she would have liked, but she needed him to listen, needed at least someone to think of some explanation. Ron nodded, pulling himself out bed and stretching the last of his sleep away. As the hazy feeling left him he realised one thing he hadn't before. The girl looked oddly familiar. She had on a large grey tee and a pair of black shorts. The clothes Harry had worn to bed the night before. Putting two and one together Ron came to a rather disturbing conclusion.
"Oh my god! Get away from me! You're stalking my best mate and you want me to help you? That's just plain bloody sick!"
"Ron, I'm not stalking Harry." she winced as he spoke of herself in the third person. She wanted to tell Ron, but she couldn't risk one of the guys waking up and finding out. She would be the laughing stock of the school if that were the case.
"So why are you wearing his clothes and his glasses no doubt!" Ron whispered, pointing accusingly at the girl in front of him.
"I promise you now, I'm not stalking anyone, if you come to the common room everything will be explained" the girl looked pleadingly at Ron. He looked down at her and sighed.
"Okay. But it better be quick. I'm a prefect, you know, and I should report you for being in the boy's dorm" Harry smiled at his friend's act of superiority. If only he knew.
"Thank you, Ron" she smiled and grabbed his hand to lead him to the common room. Ron coughed at their sudden contact and Harry immediately let go, smiling again at his friends superiority act.
Once they were in the common room Ron rounded on her, giving her his best 'prefect' look. "Okay we're in the common room. Now spill. What were you doing in our room first of all?"
"I live there you twit"
"What? That's impossible, you're a girl. Which brings me to who the ruddy hell are you?"
"Ron, shut up for a minute and look at me! I want to see if you've got the brains to work this out for yourself. If you can then everyone else bloody will" Harry gave Ron his best 'it's me you big idiot' look.
Ron stared at the girl in front of him, his look sceptical. He shrugged, blinking. "What am I supposed to guess?"
"Oh for god's sake! It's me Ron! Your best mate? Harry" she exclaimed, folding her arms with a huff.
Ron turned deathly white before shaking his head. "Not possible"
"Trust me it is" she scoffed.
Ron imitated the girl in front of him, his arms folded over his chest. He raised his chin stubbornly. "If you're Harry how come you're a girl?" he voiced rather dumbly. At this remark the girl began to laugh softly.
"I don't know what happened, I got up this morning, went to wash my face, and looked in the mirror and..." she gestured to herself with a swift movement of her hand.
This girl could not possibly be Harry, even if it was possible to wake up as a girl, there was no way Harry could be a girl. Why would this girl claim to be his best friend? After all he would know if his best friend was a girl.
Harry stared back at Ron helplessly. How could her best friend not see it was him? Harry felt hurt, but at the same time glad. If her best friend couldn't see, she had a chance of hiding this until she could fix it.
Ron was glaring at Harry, who was desperately trying to think of a way for him to realise. She snapped her finger.
"I have to fight Voldemort, who you prefer to call you-know-who" Harry said, a small smug smile appearing.
"Everyone calls him you-know-who and everyone also knows that Harry doesn't scare away from his name and he's all over the newspapers as The Boy Who Lived." Ron replied, the smug smile on the girl faded. Her comment was a little stupid in way of convincing him it was Harry. It just made him think more and more that this was a far too obsessed fan-girl stood right in front of him. A smile appeared on his face. He wasn't about to be beaten by a crazed fan.
"You and I had to drive in your Dad's car – which flies – to Hogwarts in second year?" the girl asked.
"Again another commonly known fact" Harry glared at Ron. How could he treat her so unfairly? He cheeks reddened in anger. She needed Ron's help and if she didn't get it, she was doomed. In an instance of fury Harry lost her temper.
"Oh well I don't know then! Hagrid showed us his big-ass spider, which by the way is your worst fear! We ate an endless plate of sandwiches when we came to Hogwarts late second year. I found out a wanted criminal was my godfather, who could turn into a dog and was the best friend of my dad, whose animagus form was a stag, which is also my petronus. My godfather died at the hand of Bellatrix Lestrange, aunt to Draco Malfoy, who is my worst enemy here and he was ordered to kill Dumbledore, our headmaster to asked me to find the horcruxes with him. He was instead killed by Snape, our slimy potion's master, he helped me with occlumency to stop my dreams and visions of Voldemort, who gave me this scar!" Harry was well above screeching, she had gone into what Harry and Ron –during one of Hermione's homework rants- had named the 'Bat Call'
Harry lifted her newly grown fringe to reveal her lightning-bolt scar. Ron turned a deathly white once more before uttering in a small voice "bloody hell mate, you should have told me earlier" and collapsing into the chair behind him. Harry rolled her eyes at her best friend.
At least he believed her now. She bent down and pressed a hand to Ron's forehead, checking he hadn't gotten too much of a shock. Next she did what any good friend would do. She slapped his cheek and called his name until he woke again.
Ron stirred until he was looking into those familiar emerald eyes he had known for almost seven years. "Harry? Y-you... bad dream... girl" was all he muttered.
"No Ron, no dream, I'm a girl" the words tumbled out of Harry's mouth, but he didn't really think about what he was actually saying. Ron eye's snapped up again, taking in the long hair, the higher cheekbones, and the more feminine features. He slapped his hand to his head and groaned.
"Right, sorry. Just got a bit shocked"
"S'okay. I did the same thing" she smiled; glad her friend hadn't head a complete mental breakdown, and more surprisingly she herself.
"So how did it happen? I'm sure you didn't ask to be like that" Ron questioned.
"Were you not listening to a word I said before my outburst?" Harry asked, sounding more and more like Hermione as she spoke.
"Not really. I was too busy thinking there's a girl in our dorm wearing my best mate's clothes"
"I woke up like this at six this morning, looked in the bathroom mirror and the next thing I remember I was on the floor." Ron's brow creased in confusion or worry, she couldn't tell which.
"I don't get it. I've never heard of a spell to change gender being taught here, so it couldn't be from there. I think Hermione's best to ask if there're anything in the books. Maybe McGonagall has the solution? She is head after all"
Harry considered this. That would mean only five people would know of her current situation, her two best friends, professor McGonagall, the person that did this to her and Harry herself. She looked up and nodded at Ron.
"I should go tell Hermione then, she won't appreciate being kept out of the circle" Harry side, lifting herself up from the ground and giving a hand for Ron to get off the couch, but Ron shook his head.
"I think I'll sit until Hermione comes down. I still feel shaky" Ron whispered. Harry nodded in understanding and left toward the girl's dorm. She gulped back bile as nerves began to take over. This was beyond weird for her. She was maybe a girl on the outside, but she still had the brain of a boy and going into a room full of girls scared her witless.
She turned the handle and made her way into the bedroom. Light was beginning to stream through the curtains in golden rays. Harry began to search for the familiar bush of hair belonging to her friend. She panicked for a second when she couldn't find the girl anywhere. A flash of bright orange caught her eye as Crookshanks, Hermione's familiar, crossed the room and jumped onto the bed containing the wild hair she was searching for. Harry smiled at her odd stroke of luck and silently crept to where the girl was breathing slowly.
"Hermione..." Harry whispered. The girl stirred but gave no indication of alertness. Harry gently tapped the sleeping girls head and her reward was a quiet "mmm?" before her friend slept again.
"Come on 'mione we need you" Harry begged. "Oh my gosh a poor house elf!" Harry whispered into her ear. To that her green eyes met with Hermione's brown ones and she smiled, thankful that her friend was now awake. Hermione and Ron are more similar than they like to let on Harry mused while his friend still stared at him from under the duvet.
"W-what time is it? She asked, sitting up slowly and yawning, stretching her arms and shaking the sleep away.
Hermione eyed the slightly familiar girl in front of her suspiciously before asking "Do I know you?" the girl just beamed at her, took her hand and led her to the common room. "Wait Why are taking me" she spied the clock above the fire place "at seven o'clock in the morning on a Saturday?"
"It's me" was all the ebony haired girl had to say to get her to add things up. Ron was sat in a chair looking more pale than usual and said boy was gaping at the two girls, like he was waiting for a bomb to explode, and there was something about the girl's eyes that were so familiar. Hermione had to put a hand over her mouth to stifle the laughter waiting to burst out. Eventually she stopped shaking and spied the girl in front of her. She had to purse her lips to keep from smiling.
"Harry?" The girl stood in front of her grimaced and nodded, waiting for her to faint, shout, walk away. What Harry wasn't prepared for was a bone crushing hug and tinkling laugh.
"Oh you poor..." she looked for the right word, not wanting to offend Harry. But this unfinished comment just left the Golden Trio howling with laughter.
After a few minutes Harry grew worried that people would start to wake soon, for she knew Seamus, Lavender and Neville were early risers.
"Seriously 'mione we need your help"
"Well how did all this happen?"
Harry went through her explanation of the past hour, with Ron giving his input now and again. Once Harry had finished she could almost see the cogs in Hermione's brain working ten-fold. Her brow furrowed in confusion before she shrugged.
"Of all the books I've read in the library, not once have I crossed a charm or potion that does" she said, looking bemused that she didn't know the solution to something. Harry's heart sank. Hermione was her last hope of solving this without involving teachers. She sighed inwardly. It would just be her luck that this was unsolvable and she was stuck like this forever. That's when everything sank in, her mind suddenly filling with realisation and grief. She was no longer Harry, The Boy Who Lived, she was Harry, a girl.
"Harry? Are you okay?" Hermione asked. Harry's response was a small nod and a gulp.
"Mate, you do realise you're hyperventilating" Ron said. "I don't think she's okay" he concluded.
"Ron I think he's – I mean she's – in shock"
Hermione took Harry's hand and pulled her to sit down on the couch beside her. "Harry, look at me" the girl responded to the command and met Hermione's deep brown eyes, she saw nothing in those emerald eye's but fear and sadness. It pained Hermione to look at her, but she knew that she needed to help her friend. She took Harry's hand and began to try to get through to her with simple 'it'll be okay' s and 'we'll help you through this' s even Ron had come over to sit beside her to try to bring her out of her stupor, but nothing seemed to work.
"Harry mate, if we don't get any response out of you we can't help you now can we? So come on, it's not the end of the world, we can hel--" Ron had hit a nerve, if Harry didn't get help soon he wasn't going to stop Voldemort, and was soon met with arms flung round his neck and a sobbing raven-haired girl on his shoulder. He looked to Hermione in a panic, questioning with his eyes. Hermione mouthed "Well, hug back" to his question.
Ron hesitantly wrapped his arms around his friend, receiving a sob from Harry and a smile from Hermione which he took to mean approval.
"What am I gonna do?" the muffled speech was heard from his shoulder. Fortunately he didn't have to answer as Hermione was on hand and seemingly the only one thinking productively at that moment.
"Harry first of all you need to let Ron go" she replied, biting back a laugh when the sobbing quit and Harry suddenly jumped away from said boy, blushing. "secondly, we're going to go to McGonagall, maybe she has some answers" Harry nodded, obviously thankful that she had someone thinking for her.
Harry managed to stop crying and took her glasses off to wipe the tears from the lenses. She looked down to the crimson carpet to find she could see each individual golden pattern sewn into the carpet clearly. She realised she could see everything perfectly clearly.
"That's odd" she mentioned, only to receive a defeated grown from Ron.
"What now?" Hermione quizzed with a joke in her sceptical tone.
"I don't need my glasses anymore. I can see fine." She told them. Harry shrugged, stood and faced his two best friends. "Well I think we should go to the head office sooner rather than later. Shall we?" she turned and headed toward the door only to hear a gasp of disbelief from Hermione.
"You're not going out of this room looking like that" she stated, no hint of a question in her voice.
"Bloody hell" was all she could answer.