This fanfiction is written/being written by crimsonteresa. Please enjoy and don't criticize too harshly on how the genderbending was done!
PROLOGUE: FROM BOY TO GIRL
Jasmine Potter huddled with her husband, Lucas Potter, clutched her baby boy to her chest. Something was coming; she could feel it in the tension of the air.
"Jasmine," Lucas whispered into her ear softly, "take Harry upstairs and make a run for it if you can. I'll hold him off."
"Lucas," she cried out, distressed, in return.
"It's all right, Jasmine, I'll be fine. Now go!"
Crying, Jasmine did take Harry upstairs. She squeezed her eyes shut when she heard Lucas yell unintelligibly, but continued to Harry's room.
"Harry," she said, "Harry, always remember. Momma and Dadda love you."
She cried out and there was no words that she could give to explain how sorry, so sorry, she was. The pain in her heart tugged her lips down while tears dripped down her face. It was terrible, this night, forcing the small family apart, even after they had worked so hard for happiness.
Sensing his mother's dismay, as all little babies and children can do, Harry also began to wail, tears trickling down his soft cheeks.
Lucas's yells brought Jasmine back from her despair and she set forth with a new determined face. If she was going to die, she would protect her baby.
She set Harry in his crib, kissing his forehead one last time before turning to confront the intruder. His face was handsome in a cruel way, and it only strengthened the red-head's desire to punish him for taking away her family.
"You will perish, monster, mark my words!" Jasmine shouted angrily. "It will be by the one thing that you desire but cannot have that you will fall!"
"Silly woman," the man chuckled darkly. "Do you not know that it is you who will fall tonight? Just like your husband."
If her resolve had not been so strong, Jasmine would have cried out from the pain that constricted her heart at that.
"Momma," came Harry's little voice, tearful, and suddenly she was the strongest woman in the world; she was a mother protecting her baby.
"We will see."
Those were Jasmine Potter's last words, as in the next second the man tried to kill her Harry, and she blocked the curse. Jasmine and Lucas Potter were both killed that night protecting little Harry.
"Momma," Harry cried out, being especially sensitive to feelings of life force. "Dadda..."
He turned to look at the stranger that was Tom Riddle, or Voldemort as he preferred. Tom looked down at Jasmine with evident revulsion, then kicked her limp body aside to approach Harry. Harry stayed quiet, as if he knew that what happened next would be important. And perhaps he did.
"Avada Kedavra," Voldemort whispered with his wand pointed at the toddler.
A flash of bright green enveloped the room as the magic went haywire. It bounced off of both baby and man repeatedly until it was caused to stop. The sender of the curse had disappeared, presumably as an effect of one of the magic's rebounds. Harry, meanwhile, was simply lying asleep in his, no, her, crib.
Harry Potter, son of Lucas and Jasmine Potter, was now the daughter that should not have been possible. But as Harry would find out throughout her new life, nothing is too impossible or unlikely for Harry Potter, and Harry Potter was never born for any sort of normalcy.
Alright! This is the prologue prologue, to give an idea of what this will become, and basically a feeler. Chapters are definitely not going to be this short, I just really couldn't think of anything else to put in this.