Dear Hermione

I had always been a girl at heart. They may call me Harry, there may have a large M on my birth certificate, but I wasn't male. I had all these plans- get out the Dursleys, leave, get hormones and eventually surgery off the NHS. Legally change my name. I don't know what to, but something flowery, whilst also honouring my dad's name- Jasmine, perhaps? It sounds sorta like James.

Then came magic. And some stupid prophecy

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives …"

All this talk of Him. A male. That put a rather large hole in my plans.

Harry Potter could never become female. Even after I defeated Voldemort, I would forever be paraded around as The Boy Who Lived Twice!

Even though I can never fully transition, I hope in secret, you will respect

Your friend, the girl who lived

Harriette Potter (Until I choose a new name. Harrie's fine)

Hermione glared at the parchment, scribbled something on the back before screwing it into a paper ball and chucking it at her face.

"Mr Potter!" she shouted. Harrie ran over to her bed, yanked her trunk out and grabbed a long green dress and pulled on while sobbing. She turned over her note

Harrison Potter

You are a boy! A stupid, arrogant boy. Fame has clearly gotten to your head! You are a boy, and if you think you will ever be anything else, you need a mind healer, not hormones and surgery!

Hermione

"I thought she would be cool with 's… she's Hermione. She thinks logically." Harrie muttered while crying. She cringed at herself in the mirror. The dress had made her eyes pop- it was made for her mother, of course, it did- but it just made everything masculine more obvious. The hairs on her chin. The broadness of her shoulders. Her short, choppy hairstyle. Harrie knew girls could have short hair, but she wouldn't have it that short.

Harrie stopped crying. She had a mission. Hermione wouldn't except her, she knew Ron was now against it, even if he wasn't before Hermione got to him.

Dumbledore was dead.
Dobby was dead.
Hedwig was dead.
Fred was dead.
Sirius was dead.
Remus and Tonks were dead.
She didn't have custody of Teddy.
What was there to live for?

Harrie pulled out her wig. It was good quality and jet black, but much sleeker than her natural hair, and longer-just past his shoulders to be exact. A female cut cloak covered her shoulders, shoving the scrunched up note into her pocket so none of her dorm mates found it before leaving the Gryffindor common room. It was mid-afternoon, Sunday, chucking it down with rain, lots of students were roaming the corridors. Harrie just slipped in amongst them, invisible.

She pulled up next to the kitchen and pulled on the doors. Locked.

Dammit. She slid down the wall, sobbing, not caring if anyone saw.

A hand touched her shoulder. Harrie looked up at the person this hand belonged to.

Severus Snape. He looked equally shocked to see Harry Potter staring back at him.

"Come with me, Potter" he murmured. I followed him, head slightly lowered- enough to hide my identity, high enough so my wig wouldn't fall off. I walked in silence with him down the stairs, the corridors empty, down to the dungeons, and by extension, Snape's office.

"What's the matter, Potter?" He asked, none of the usual hard voice reserved for Harrie normally. She was too distraught to speak, so she pulled out the note, and wrote on the front

When done, turn over, before passing it to him. He began to read and turned it over, clearly recognising Hermione's handwriting. When he finished, he chucked it in the fire.

"Miss Potter. Can I call you Harriette?" he asked. Harrie nodded, and Snape said the most marviousless words she'd ever heard.

"Harriette. I can help you!"

The first part of the plan was deadly simple- get out of Hogwarts. Snape put a glamour on Harrie to resemble a random student, a first-year girl with short brown hair. Her dress was transfigured into one to fit her smaller frame, the cloak turned into a grey hoodie. She walked into the dorm room, and pulled her hood up over her hair, walked into the boy's dorm and packed up her trunk, pulling it to Snape's office after Harry Potter wrote his final words.

Leaving. Never try to find me. Harry Potter is gone!
Harry. She said goodbye to the dorm room and her wand- she'd get a replacement- it could be tracked!

She abandoned the note on her bed. She took her last look at Hogwarts for at least 11 years.

Prince Manor was a large, black, depressing manor house, but the flower beds of lily flowers brightened up the place.

"Pinny!" yelled Snape. A small house elf appeared, with chocolate brown eyes. She wore a pale yellow pillowcase, clean, with a belt with feather dusters and brushed hanging of it.

"Pinny, this is Harriette. She's going to be staying with us for a while." The wind blew my wig, revealing my scar.

"Harry Potter?" asked Pinny "Pinny has heard of you, the freer of house elves."

"I go by Harriette now, Pinny. You can call me Harrie, or Miss Harrie,"

"Ok, Miss Harrie. Master Severus, which spare room shall Pinny set up?"

"The one next with the balcony, Pinny- 2 doors down from mine." At his words, Pinny disappeared. Harrie turned to Snape

"So what does the potion entail?"

"Harriette, walk with me, talk with me. This potion will cause your single X chromosome to duplicate. It will also completely reverse your genetics to the recessive genes that aren't showing, causing them to duplicate and kick out the dominant ones- you will have purely Lily's genes, basically. You will look like your mother. Most of this is quite painless, apart from when your sausage changes to a taco, if you know what I mean."

"But, sir, wouldn't it be suspicious that Harry Potter disappears, and then this girl appears who looks like his mother?" Harrie put the his in quote marks.

"That's where the second potion comes in," Said Snape. "Remember the Ageing Potion the Weasley twins took to put their names in the goblet of fire?"

"So… I'm going to be an old witch?"

"Not quite." Snape corrected. "With your consent, I could reverse your age to a newborn infant, and have you as my daughter." Harrie just stood still, green eyes glassy, staring in shock.

"Really Professor? You want me as your Daughter?"

"Yes, my child. I do. The potion will take a month to brew, and so you can use this time to find your new name. I won't take that away from you, even if you choose something ugly, like Prudence Bertha Snape, I swear on my magic,"

That month was one of the most hectic of Harrie's life. Her room was full of baby name books. She knew her middle name- Jamie. She was going to honour Sna- her new father too, but his first name was so ugly, and no female version sparked her fancy. Jamie did thought, she couldn't tell why though.

She still didn't have a first name. She could just decide to go as Jamie Snape, but she couldn't imagine being called that for her whole life, so she picked up another book and opened it to a random page.

Her eyes were instantly drawn to Lilith. It was similar to her mothers but slightly different- she didn't want to be Lily Potter II.

Lilith

Derived from Akkadian lilitu meaning "of the night"

There were some biblical links she didn't care about- Neither she nor her father were religious. She tried the name in her head.

'Lilith Jamie Snape,' She instantly felt warm inside, 'Thats my name!' Lilith jumped on her bed, and ran one room down to the nursery they were decorating for when she was de-aged. The walls were pink, apart from one side that was panelled and covered in flowery wallpaper, the sky blue with white, fluffy clouds. This would change into black with large stars at night. The crib was white and centred in the centre of the room, with a blanket that was mainly lilac, with a pink border. A fairy mobile above the crib. A fold down changing table was hidden in the panelling. A blue wardrobe was stocked with baby clothes Lilith helped to choose. The floor was covered in cream carpet. Finally, a white rocking chair sat by the large bay window that opened onto a balcony. It was in this chair her father sat, rocking himself.

"Father! I have found my new name!" Lilith shouted happily.

"And what is it, my little Honeywood?"

"Lilith Jamie Snape."

The potions were complete. Severus placed scar removal cream on Harry Potter's iconic lightning scar (not because it wasn't a horcrux, it could be removed) before passing her a potion. It was an unappealing cold grey but smells of peppermint and hot chocolate.

"This is the Specerso potion- the one that will change your appearance and sex." Lilith sat on the bed in the guest room that she'd ben staying in for the last time. Her father stood there holding it out for her, hardcore pain potion and a dreamless sleep potion decorated. Lilith was dressed in a simple muggle nightdress that she hoped would fill out. Lilith knew she wouldn't have her curves and breasts for longer than an hour, and then not until she went through puberty again.

Lilith picked up the potion and swallowed.

She screamed

Her father handed her a pain relief potion and a dreamless sleep. She chugged it.

Lilith had even less time as a teenage girl then she thought. She got a quick look at herself in the mirror- she looked like her mother- before being handed a red potion in a glass flask. This potion worked quickly, and the (nearly) adult quickly shrunk into the size of a newborn baby in a matter of minutes. Snape picked up his new child and looked at her. She had Lily's eyes, with a single lock of curly, scarlet red hair. He dressed his new child in a green tutu dress and white shoes, wrapping her in the soft blankets of her crib.

He -Severus Snape- had a daughter. A beautiful, perfect daughter. Lilith Jamie Snape.

AN: Hi! I hope you enjoyed. Btw, Snape is going to give Lilith lots of potion ingredients as nicknames such as…

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