Trinity

Chapter One

The Trio

It was tragic really; Voldemort had killed so many of Harry's friends and family, school friends, school frenemies, plain old school enemies . . .

Harry had finally had his brief revenge on Voldemort by killing the person Voldemort loved best (Voldemort that is), and before Harry had time to enjoy it, Harry, Ron and Hermione were getting their arses handed to them by a rotten bunch of die-hard Death Eaters. They really did die hard, very hard to kill this lot dead.

Maybe Voldemort had started to share his anti-aging regime with his followers. Maybe Harry should memorise a spell other than 'Expelliamus!' . . . Maybe three teenagers just didn't stand a chance in hell against several middle-aged advanced duellers. We'll never know.

Things were looking bad. Well, they weren't just looking bad they were getting bad. Harry and Ron were back to back, Hermione lay injured at their feet, weakly casting a shielding charm around them.

Nowhere to go, no one to help them now. It is no duel when you have seventeen to three, no brave battle. It was attempted-murder, about to become murder-murder. And the weird, the absolute weirdest thing about this is when you have so many spells fired at the same time, they can mix together to form spells never before seen . . .

And this is how, when under a volley of shouted and silently cast curses, hexes, and jinxes etc . . . the tragic trio (as they were forever-after referred in the wizarding world) found themselves wrapped in a glowing rainbow aura. This rainbow aura heralded a spell of ridiculous power and magnitude – the trio experienced the feeling of their physical selves being unmade and remade, not exactly painful, but not an experience you want to experience really. Before their consciousness faded they felt something similar to the realisation you have lost you balance on the edge of a skyscraper (or, for Ron, the realisation you are riding a muggle broom mid -flight).

It was a dropping-out-of-the-sky feeling. And quite correct actually, because they were doing exactly that!

The impact was slowed by something; residual childhood-magic; remains of Hermione's shielding charm; . . . an enormous bosom?

They awoke shortly after landing, feeling strangely robust, and found that not only had this mysterious and powerful spell knocked them out and sent them to a strange new world (it clearly wasn't theirs), it had switched their genders!

They scrutinised each other and what they could see of themselves, with baffled wonderment. "How on earth?" Hermione immediately retreated into her mind to think it out.

'Ah, but this wasn't earth any longer,' Harry found this the easiest to accept, there was nothing for them back in the old world. 'A new life in a new world?' (With his best friends!).

They checked for their wands, Hermione was the only one whose wand was still with her, and it was broken. The three of them had some middling wandless magic, but without their wands a lot of spells were lost to them. The most helpful ones, as it happened.

Hermione quickly theorised what had gone wrong, and that there would be no way back in their lifetime, so . . . no one could blame Harry for taking this chance and running with it!

While Hermione sat with her chin in her hand, still thinking, and Ron held his enormous bosom in his hands, gaping blank-faced into the trees, Harry took in their changed bodies. They still looked very much the same. Hermione was still bushy haired, and where she'd once been lithe, she was now wiry. Her teeth were buck-toothed again though, it now gave her face a charming roguish look.

Ron . . . Harry's eyebrows rose on his forehead. Now . . . that change was in your face. Still tall for a man, the redhead was now very tall for a woman. And most noticeably . . . Ron was now very busty. Just like Mrs Weasley. With a smaller jaw he looked more like Ginny than he had before. But all the same he would never be pretty; his face was too strong. Though he was rather handsome as a woman in a way he hadn't been as a man. Still covered in freckles, too.

"Wow, Ron . . . If you'd had those during the battle we could've distracted the Death Eaters!"

"Too right . . . Bloody hell!" Ron cried in a husky voice, still holding his breasts up, "What am I going to do? They're so heavy!"

"Ronald! Do you mind? Don't squeeze them, it's obscene!" protested Hermione, shaking a bossy finger. Her voice had changed too, slightly deeper.

Harry and Ron looked at her as she tried to adjust her clothing on her skinnier-yet-broader frame.

"I don't like this, I haven't ever heard of a spell doing this before." She complained, checking her wand over, "Sending us to another world, changing our genders – one or the other, but not both! And who knows what other surprises wait for us down the road? It could years for the next aspect of the spell to show itself!"

"Heh heh, here look at this," Ron hadn't been listening, "look at Harry, he's got tiny tits! Like you used to have, Hermione!"

Harry patted his small chest, aghast, "I do not approve," he told them unhappily, "I would've liked them to be a little bigger than Hermione's."

"Well," Hermione looked pissed, "Consider yourself lucky, Harry. If we don't find Ron a bra soon his tits'll be hanging around his ankles!"

"They'd never," gasped Ron, "They'd never . . .?!"

Still irritated, Hermione ignored the shell-shocked Ron and approached Harry. She grasped his shoulders and looked him over, He was a little taller than her still, very thin with perfect golden skin and large green eyes. His hair lay silky and black, a fetching natural bedhead. His glasses were cracked, she fixed them for him, and sighed, "You have such lovely skin, blast you." Then with more venom, "blast you!"

Harry adjusted his glasses until they were crooked and finger combed his hair awkwardly, "Hermione . . . you do an 'alf look unusual wearing that skirt now . . ."

Hermione looked down, they all did. Ron roared with laughter at Hermione's boyish knobby knees. To make matters worse for himself, during his second wave of even louder laughter, Ron bent at the waist and pointed at the offensive knees.

"Oh ha-ha, can't wait to see the look on your faces when you realise your prick is gone – oh, there it is."

The boys were now grabbing at their privates; Ron spluttering, "Merlin's balls! My – my!"

"Your balls?" Hermione suggested.

"My balls!" agreed Ron.

"Hermione," Harry looked up, "can't wait to see the look on your face when you realise-"

"Yes," interrupted Hermione, blushing, "I have a penis. I realised immediately. It is not exactly comfortable in these knickers."

While everyone unwillingly pictured this in their minds eye, Hermione was already thinking ahead, "Harry I think we should exchange clothes, I am worried the natives might attack us."

Harry reluctantly agreed to hand over his trousers.

"Okay!" Ron's ears were red and he was still lifting his breasts, "First most important thing is to find me a bra! I can feel them stretching out."

Hermione and Harry switched clothes and after a quick scourgify, their underwear. Ron would just have to make do. They tore the bottom of his cloak into strips to bind his chest as best they could. But he wouldn't truly be comfortable until they found better attire.

Time to head for civilisation.

Civilisation turned out to be a small village of Japanese people. Well most of them looked Japanese . . . some had unusual hair colour and even more unusual outfits. But most of the actual villagers looked like regular villagers from their world.

"Mmhmm . . . ." hummed Ron. He turned to face them with wild eyes, "So, they're jumping around like grasshoppers, Hermione. Explain that, please?"

"Could they be Japanese Wizards?" She mused, "No, but they do have magic, or something like it. Or some of them do, not all. See how most walk? And the ones who are using powers have kind of uniform, and a metal band signalling their power."

"They're . . ." Harry wasn't really allowed to watch TV with the Dursley's, but that didn't stop him. He had picked up something, "They're . . . ninjas!"

"Don't be ridiculous Harry, ninjas aren't rea-" Hermione stopped, her face blank, her mind whirling, "Okay, they are ninjas."

"So Ninjas are the wizards of this world? Do we ask them for help?"

"We shouldn't be too hasty to inform anyone of our situation, Ron. We don't know how they'd react."

"Okay, let's just approach the villagers. We are travellers who has been robbed and need help. That is all."

"Alright then!" Harry approached an old man, "Excuse me sir-"

"Get lost!" shrieked the old man, throwing his arms up at them like an angry crab, "Get!"

Hermione backed away, startled, mouth open as the man hobbled away gesturing rudely.

Harry patted her on the shoulder comfortingly, "well, that wasn't so different to how we'd be treated in our world. We could be wandering in the Ninja version of Knockturn Alley for all we know."

"I'll try," said Ron, trying to cover his breasts a little, "Ugh, how embarrassing. I feel sorry for mum, now I understand all those baggy jumpers." He approached an odd, hairy, but otherwise approachable man. He was one of the oddest looking people around but seemed friendly, to Ron (who was good at judging these things, at least . . . better than Harry and Hermione) (usually). "Hey, hello, excuse me?" he asked, doing his best at jovial, "could you lend us a hand?"

The man somewhat reproachfully did a double take and spun quickly, long white spikey hair flying about him wildly, a stupid expression on his tattooed face.

Ron suddenly regretted approaching this man at all. He felt for the first time, the dread women feel upon realising you are in the presence of a pervert.

"Ahoyuuu!" cried the man, blushing heavily - and before Ron could object - he reached out and squeezed Ron's breasts.

Ron shrieked, and Hermione was in front of him. Using all the power in her small body, she slapped the drunk old man and pushed him. The push did nothing, and the handprint was invisible on the mans already red face but the point got across.

They barely had time to collect themselves, when something truly out of the ordinary happened. An onslaught of women appeared out of nowhere, stomping the white hared man into the ground. No one in the street so much as blinked an eye. The trio left in a hurry.

"I don't like this place, Hermione!" said a traumatised Ron, "I want to go home!"

Harry was covering his own chest in sympathy. Hermione was fuming mad, "There are people like that everywhere Ron, you just need to be quick to spot them and quicker to react. There is no shame in running away, and definitely no shame in striking back! Remember Malfoy?"

"Yeah . . . you're right Hermione," Ron still looked rather sad.

She patted him of the arm, "I'll protect you, Ronald. Look, this guy looks friendly! Let's ask this person!"

She raced off to a passing man, who was rather alarming dressed in brown with brown hair. He listened to Hermione for a second and they both both nodded. Harry and Ron came over, nervously. Hermione was saying, "Yes! My friend here can sing like an angel! And my other friend here is very strong, she can help with lifting."

The man sceptically grabbed Ron's arms and squeezed, ending up looking rather impressed, "Oh yes, very strong woman! Okay, payment when we reach our destination, food is provided on the way."

"Oh thank you!"

"Caravans on other side of the village, you'll need sleeping bags. There's some for you at the camp, I'll take that out of your wages."

"Thank you, we'll be right round!"

The man smiled and left. Hermione turned to them looking strained, "I am going to work as an accountant, Ron you'll be doing hard labour, Harry. . . start singing."

Harry frowned, "I can't sing."

"Harry, you have to. You aren't good at maths or cooking, you aren't very strong . . . you will need to perform, there isn't much more I can say."

So they spent an hour tuning Harry's voice. Practising every song they knew. Harry's luck had not run out after all, his new feminine voice was very pleasing to the ear. The only problem was his limited song knowledge. He'd never really been interested in music.

"We can work on that," said Hermione, pleased that her gamble had paid off. "We've got jobs, we'll have somewhere to sleep, people to glean knowledge of this world from . . . but we have to keep our mouths shut, get our story straight. Be vague. Who knows what this world holds for us, who knows what dangers lurk in our future. But I truly believe we can come out on top from this. If we stick together, stick to our story, we'll be okay. You both mean the world to me."

When silence met her statement, she looked for her friends. Both had left sometime during her speech. Harry was on the corner singing, Ron was going around with a cap he'd found, collecting change. "Hey! I said you both mean the world to me!"

"You mean the world to us too!" shouted Ron at the top of his voice, scaring a small crowd away.

"Well, thanks! And good thinking!" she said, "We'll need money to get the things we need." She picked up a few coins, looking at the local currency with narrowed eyes, Hermione thought aloud and betrayed a mistrustful mindset, "This better be real money . . . "

She snagged the cap from Ron and went from person to person, rather demandingly. That is not the way to get money from people, Ron had been doing better.

Meanwhile Ron found a wall to prop up, were to his dismay, he was approached multiple times.

"What's your name, big lady?"

"You waiting for someone?"

"Ohoyuuu!"

"You in town long, sweetheart?"

Ron tried his best not to explode, and glanced away as he answered. His yes alighted on the latest mans fat money bag just swinging on his hip. Maybe Ron could be polite, just this once. "Oh no, we're leaving soon with the caravan." Ron was hungry. There was a little food stall right there, and Ron was hungry. Steal or flirt?

It was quite possible Ron could get a meal out of this guy, he looked desperate and harmless. Dare he put aside his manly pride?

"We're just trying to make a little money before we continue on," he said, pushing his chest out, watching the mans gaze zero in, "we were robbed. We're so hungry, we lost everything!" he added a little creak to his voice to show how sad he was, "They even stole my bra!"

"Oh you poor thing!" said the man, sounding sympathetic but somehow managing to sound pleased too, "here, I'll treat you to something!"

"You're too kind!" Ron took the much smaller mans arm and pressed his chest at him, which was more like leaning them on his shoulder. He glanced back to Harry and Hermione to make sure they didn't see. And caught Hermione in the act of pick-pocketing. They made eye contact. Both made the decision to look away. Desperate times. Desperate measures.

Ron managed to get a little extra food for his friends too. The guy was kiiiinda generous, and kinda lonely too. Ron turned him down kindly. Then not so kindly, with a slap, "Don't push it!"

He met up with Hermione, passing her something on a stick, Harry was still singing and sounded rather hoarse. "Harry!" he called, offering him a stick too. Harry picked up the cap at his feet where Hermine had left it and trotted over.

"Look!" he said, "Seven coins! Wonder what we can get with that, do you think it's a lot?" He was so proud, he looked into their faces but they wouldn't meet his eyes, "What's going on?"

"Let's get to the caravan, "said Hermione, "quickly!"

"Yeah, "agreed Ron, hurrying away.

They walked, then jogged, then ran for the tree-line. Once at the caravan and having made introductions, Harry insisted they tell him what happened.

Ron produced a purse, with a guilty chuckle, "I didn't want to rob him, but he was so rude at the end of our date." He poured out fifteen coins.

Hermione dropped three clinking purses into Harry's hands, "we need supplies," is all she'd say, "and these people deserved it."

"You guys . . ." Harry was cross, "don't do it again, I'm surprised at you Hermione! It was dangerous! Do you mean no one liked my singing? Was I wasting my time singing myself hoarse up there?! I have a sore throat now!"

"Anyway," Ron changed the subject, "You don't think they knew it was us, do you?"

"We're leaving in the morning, we won't be back here again."

They camped around the fire with the others, talking to the guards and getting information was easy. Harry and Ron were a little too good a pretending to be ditsy. The merchants didn't want a thing to do with them and had their own fire. "So, there are different ninja nations who hate each other. Great. And outlaw ninjas who could kill us all in the blink of an eye. Wonderful."

They ate stew and shared the treats from the village, and reflected on all that had happened since they arrived.

"I don't like wearing skirts," said Harry, "or bras, or singing!" he rolled the coins he'd earned in his hand, "I don't like it!"

"Yes you did," said Ron, finishing a dango and waving a dismissing hand.

"No, I really didn't."

"You did though," Ron told him, tickling his ribs, "You loved it. You're an attention seeking little minx."

Harry giggled, his ribs were very ticklish, "I'm not!"

"Yes you are!" said Ron, falling on Harry, "You are!"

"Hee hee hee!" laughed Harry, turning pink.

"Hee hee!" Ron was rather pink too.

"Oh, that is just about enough of that, you perverts," Hermione stared them down.

"Enough of what?"

"Suddenly so touchy-feely and giggly-hee-hee? Don't think I don't know what brought this on. I'm not letting you two discover your new lesbian tendencies at an open caravan fire!" they looked at her blankly, even as several coughs came from the caravans around them. "Your newfound womanly bodies don't fool me – I used to be a woman! You're still men in there – perverts!"

Ron was affronted, "I think the only pervert here - is you! You're the big fat pervert seeing lesbians everywhere!"

"Yeah and Ron is Ron, Hermione! That would be so revolting!"

"Yea-!- Hey!"

"I mean because you're like my brother. . . Aaaand also because you're you."

"Wow. Thanks Harry."

"You're welcome."

They all glared at each other, and the caravan guards blushing in the darkness. But ultimately, any argument was to cover their own confusion and distress. They couldn't stay angry. As the night grew colder they gave up on squabbles and cuddled up, whispering their worries into the darkness. "All we have to do is survive." Said Harry finally, the most comfortable in their new situation, "We're good at that."

In the morning they ate a cold breakfast with everyone else, scraped earth over the dying fire and the caravan went on its way.