(AN: So this is my new story! Mind spelling, Im already halfway through with the next chapter so Hope you enjoy it! Tell me what you think!)

Chapter One

Voldemort was sitting in his dark room deep in thought. He had to find a way to get rid of Harry Potter and a way to make an heir incase he were to…. Well…. disappear for a while. He knew he had a lot of female death eaters that would love to carry his heir, but in reality they were pathetic. Sure they were good at magic, but they just weren't powerful enough. Volemort needed the person that carried his heir to be almost as powerful as him. But the problem was the only people that were even close to his expectation were Dumbledore, which made him sick with disgust, and well of course the one in only Harry Potter. Personally he would love to see Potter carry his heir, just to see the boy's humiliation at the thought of it. It would be torture to the boy. The only problem with that would be the fact that the boy was in fact a boy.

Tom Riddle shifted in his seat. If only Potter magically turned into a girl. He thought to himself. It would be perfect he could capture Potter, impregnate him, and produce the most powerful kid the world had ever seen. He could corrupt the kid from young to be dark, to torture, to kill, to be cunning. And the best part of it would be knowing that Harry Potter would watch as his kid turned into the next dark lord. The problem in this was that boys just don't get pregnant. Then it hit him. Who said Harry Potter couldn't be magically turned into a girl, and who said he couldn't do it. He was in fact the greatest wizard of all time right?

Voldemort let out a high evil laugh. While laying on a small bed in a small room Harry Potter shivered in his sleep.

Harry Potter sat in his room doing nothing but starring at the ceiling. It was all his fault that Cedric died. He was the bloody idiot that mentioned sharing. He pretty much murdered him. He didn't mean to. He didn't want him to die. But then again when did Harry ever get what he wanted.

SWOOP!CLANG! Harry jumped clearly startled as he saw his supper go through his cat flap. He slowly got off his bed and walked over to the bowl on the floor. Looked like it was soup night again, as it had been for every meal for the past month. But Harry was so hungry he didn't care at the moment. He quickly slurped it all up with a smile thinking how lucky he was that he sent Hedwig out. Ever since he got back to Pivet Drive from school he had been locked in his room. The reason was unknown to Harry. After his meal Harry once again sat down on his bed in boredom doing nothing but thinking.

He was there for a while when a couple of hoots brought his attention to his window. Harry quickly got off his bed and opened his window letting 3 owls in. He quickly recognized Ron's owl out of all them, and then of course he recognized Hedwig caring him a letter more then likely from Sirius. But the last owl Harry had no clue who's it was. He watched as the owl dropped a package and a letter on his bed beside him then took off. Weird, Harry thought to himself. Then he just shrugged his shoulders and grabbed the letter from Ron's owl. In all honesty Harry was upset with both of his best friends. Not only did they tell him nothing of what was happening in the world but they didn't tell him where they were staying. All they would say is I'm safe but not at home I can't tell you where though.

Opening the letter he read.

Hey Harry,

Just wanted to wish you a happy birthday. I am having a dreadfully boring summer cleaning and listening to Hermione talking my ear off. I hope the muggles are treating you well, I wish you were here mate. You certainly would make things more interesting. I know you're a little put off at us mate, but we really cant tell you anything. I hope we can get you soon, so we can talk in person.` Mione says hi and happy birthday.

Ron

Harry read through the letter full of anger. Oh yeah Ron was suffering all right. He didn't have to be locked in a room 24-7 all by himself with hardly anything to eat. The letter was utterly useless and pathetic. Harry crumpled the letter up and threw it on the floor then grabbed the next letter.

Harry,

I know we haven't wrote in a while but HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I hope it is going wonderful. I wish you didn't have to celebrate with the muggles though. They better be treating you right, if not just write me and I'll deal with them Padfoot style! I know your going through a hard time prongslet, hell I would be pretty upset if I was you. But well just try to make the best of it. And Before I end this letter I wand to tell you two things. One is I want you to get it through your head that IT IS NOT IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM THAT IT IS YOUR FAULT THAT CEDRIC DEAD! And if you don't I will force it through your head the next time I see you. The other thing is well HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Keep in touch and out of trouble.

Sirius

Ps. Don't do anything I would do

Harry read this letter calmly. Smiling in some parts frowning in others. He didn't know whither to be irritated or amused. He sighed and laid the letter down and open the next letter that went with the odd package.

Harry,

I realized we haven't talked that much this year, well as much as we should. I just wanted to let you know that you are one of my best friends even though we aren't close. I know that Cedric's death has taken a toil on you, and you family isn't the best. But I want to remind you that you always will have a family in your friends. In this package I have a token for our friendship. Happy Birthday Harry.

Your New Family

Harry read the letter. Then read it again. Then read it one more time. He didn't understand it. Who wrote it? And what the hell was with signing you knew family on it. It was just to… to ….sensitively written to be anyone he knew. Harry shrugged and opened the package with curiosity. Inside he found a plate of fresh warm cookies. Harry smiled in happiness. He was starving and the cookies were simply mouth watering. He quickly wolfed down all the cookies and fell asleep for once with a plump full stomach. . . .

Harry woke up feeling different. His whole body was sore for some reason. Very slowly he got up and stretched tilting his head back and reached for the ceiling of his room. But then he noticed an odd feeling on his back and chest. Something was tickling his back and something was on his chest. His hands went to the middle of his back to feel what was tickling him. He felt long silky hair. No, no, no that can't be right, he thought as he trailed it back to his head. His hair couldn't have grown that long over night. His hands started to roam the rest of his body. As they trailed his face he noticed how soft his skin was. Has it always been that way. Then he roamed down to his body then froze on his chest. No way. Now way. No way! No Freaking WAY! Harry ran to the bathroom not noticing his locked door opening by its self. For a couple of seconds he stood there with the light off, scared to turn it on and see his reflection. He quietly shut the door and flipped the switch. Starring back at him from the mirror was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Even more gorgeous then a veela. Her hair was a long curly ebony, so silky and shiny. Harry yearned to brush her fingers through it. Her face was that of an angel. Her nose was small with full pink lips and high cheek bones. So lovely. And her eyes. Great glowing orbs of emeralds. Her skin was porcelain with a faint blush in her cheeks. Her frame was skinny and lean, with all the right curves. She was like a doll, perfect, absolutely flawless.

That was when he realized that was him. The beauty was him. He was a girl! He looked down at himself and saw all his manly parts were replaced with women parts. His mind filled with panic as so many questions formed in his head. Who did this? How could this happen? What caused this? What was happening? How was he suppose to react? What should he do?

Harry paced back and forth then it hit him. The cookies. Harry flew to his room and looked at the empty plate of where the cookies were once at. He at all of them. All that was left was one tiny crumb. He didn't know what to do. Once his aunt and uncle woke up they would kick him out for..well what happen. He couldn't go to Ron, Hermione, or Sirius cause he didn't know where they were. He couldn't go to Digaon Alley because people were there and would see him as a girl. What was he to do? He didn't know if this was forever or would it wear off. Was there even a cure?

St. Mungos! Yes he would go there and get help from a doctor or healer or whatever they were called! They would know what to do. Quickly he walked to his miniature trunk and whispered, "Large." Causing his trunk to turn to normal size. It was brilliant really. Hermione's charm that activated by words without his own magic. Opening the trunk he grabbed a cloak and shrunk the trunk again then placed it in his pocket along with a cookie crumb to test, then raced out in the night.

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