Summary: What if Harry, and only Harry, was a female? Would this little piece of information change everything? Would things stay the same? Would You-Know-Who still would have gone after Harry? Or to Neville? Would the female Harry become friends with Hermione and Ron? Or someone else? And Malfoy? How would Dumbledore react?

Through the Cabinet Doors

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Prologue:

Harry Potter walked around the room, observing the many images and pictures that were hung up on the walls. One of the paintings, an elder and previous headmaster, had warn him not go near the cabinet.

And of course, being the teenager he was, he couldn't help but linger towards there.

Peering into the cabinet doors, he glance around it and found it empty – at first. He opened its doors slightly and saw nothing still.

A sudden noise made him jump and he quickly slammed the door shut.

He turned around and found himself facing the current headmaster. Nervously, he managed to stutter out, "Ah, P-Professor Dumbledore! I didn't s-see you!"

The headmaster didn't flinch nor make any sound. He only flashed a kind smile at the teenager before starting to walk towards his desk. He motioned Harry to follow.

"Come, young Harry."

Harry followed. Curiously, he was led towards the same painting that had warn Harry not to go near the cabinet. He started to get nervous.

Dumbledore smiled a knowingly.

"Did this painting, perhaps, say anything peculiar to you?"

Feeling doomed, Harry nodded.

"Ah, I thought so… Let's have a look at what he told you to stay away from."

Harry looked frightened at first, starting to back away but Dumbledore only chuckled.

"Harry, Harry, I'm giving you special permission. Don't worry, it won't harm you."

Harry nodded and followed Dumbledore back to the cabinet.

"Open it up wide and tell me what you see."

Harry did as he was told. His arms reached out for the cold, smooth surface of each handle and he pulled.

It didn't open.

At first, he only looked confused as Dumbledore gave a tiny laugh.

"Try again."

Harry nodded and proceeded to try and open the cabinet doors. Once again, he couldn't open it. "I'm sorry, Professor, but I can't do it."

Dumbledore only smiled. "I'm sure you can, if you want to…" was his only reply.

Harry's expression turned determined and he pulled with all his might and wished so hard for the doors to open.

He was thrown backwards with a bright light.

Dumbledore still stood next to the cabinet. "Are you alright, Harry?" he asked gently.

Harry nodded, got up and walked over to face the cabinet again. "Er—Professor, might I ask? What this is all about?"

Dumbledore closed his eyes slowly as if he was tired and said, "Only time will tell."

Harry nodded and observed the cabinet.

It was no longer a cabinet, but a tall standing mirror just like the Mirror of Erised. Only, there were no frames, no reflection at all. Instead, standing where the reflection of Harry was supposed to be was –

Harry fell in.

Blah, blah, blah: Hallo! Eh, this isn't a very good prologue, isn't it? -- Anyways, please oh please review!