Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any other reference in this fic.
Warning: HPDM slash later, possibly impliedmpreg, language. DON'T LIKE DON'T READ!
And to the asshole that thought it would be funny to flame this WITHOUT EVEN READING IT! I specifically said what it would be.
Author's Note: Okay, my freakin' computer glitched up on me and deleted the original copy of this so I hope you all enjoy take two. Read and review.
Harry ran a hand across what was once his lightning bolt shaped scar. Now it was nothing. His smile had never been bigger, and it had valid reason. He had, with the help of his friends, just defeated the dark lord once and for all. He could feel the welcome surge of power that came with victory, and this was without a doubt one of the greatest victories he had managed to achieve.
He picked up his mangled glasses from the bedside table, there was really no need for them anymore. Hermione had managed to correct his vision only moments earlier. Voldemort's last attack had left him blinded and Hermione was at his side to fix him before he even noticed the lack of vision. He happily threw the "trademark" glasses into the trash recepticle to his right. He had never been happier to have Hermione as a friend.
All around him were congratulators and mediwizards trying desperately to make sure he was okay. He rolled his newly 20/20 visioned eyes and pushed them all away.
"I'm fine, I've told you all over and over again. Why don't you go and help the ones who really need it?" In his mind he knew who he was refering to. Ron had been beaten a lot worse than he had. The boy had been unconscious for almost 3 hours now. Harry pushed away the last of the admirers and tried standing. "I'm going to go check on my friends, if that's okay with all of you."
Harry took one step forward and couldn't remember anything else. He blacked out before making it over to his friends bed.
"Is he okay?"
"Was it the curse?"
"Madam Pomfrey, you have to let us see him!"
Harry could hear the distressed voices from outside of the room. He cracked his eyes open slightly and looked around the room. It was completely different. There were no other beds or people in it, just one mirror to his right. Harry leaned his head back down on the pillow and put a hand to it.
There was one thought rushing around in his mind that he couldn't shake. The thought that it wasn't exactly his body. Harry stood up from the bed and began to slowly make his way across the corridor to the mirror. Before he got there a painful pang shot across his middle causing him to lose his footing again. It took all of his efforts not to throw up. He slowly pulled himself to the mirror and inched his way back to a standing position.
The first thing he noticed in the mirror was that something was different, very different. The person in the mirror was a lot slimmer and less muscular than he was, and the person had hair that flowed down to its back. But that wasn't even the weird part about it.
The person in the mirror had breasts.
Harry took two deep breaths as he placed a hand against the mirror and saw his reflection do the exact same. He closed his eyes and slowly looked down at himself. When he opened them he almost screamed. The slim figure in the mirror was him.
He had become a girl...
Author's Note: Well, since my last fic didn't get good response I thought I'd give it another shot. Let me know which one I should keep up with.
Also, the possible mpreg is going to be since Harry is a girl now, so technically it isn't really mpreg. SO DON'T FLAME!