A/N: The sequel is here! I hope you all enjoy the second as much as you enjoyed the first. For anyone who hasn't read the first Let's Go Hogwarts, I'll try to briefly explain everything that is related to the first. Or maybe you should just quickly read it. It won't take too long. Oh, and the idea of Harry turning into a girl is already used. But this plot isn't. Anywho, on with the story!
Chapter One: A Bit of Bad News
"Gryffindor scores again!" Lee Jordan boomed through the microphone. It was another year, and the first quidditch match of the season was taking place. It was Gryffindor against – surprise surprise – Slytherin.
Harry scanned the quidditch pitch for the snitch. Squinting against the harsh sunlight, he tried to find that minute glint of gold. Still no luck. The Slytherin seeker wasn't having any luck either. Harry flew around, trying to find the golden snitch.
Prof. Hooch blew her whistle. "Time out!" she called. "We forgot to release the snitch!"
Upon release, the snitch flew up into the air and out of sight. Well, out of the Slytherin seeker's sight. Harry could see it. He always could. He's got seeker skill flying out of his rear end, for heaven's sake. Of course he could see it. Are you crazy?
Harry swooped downwards where the snitch was. As his hand grasped the teeny ball, he closed his eyes (old habit of his). The Gryffindor stands erupted with whistles and hoots and cheers, and Prof. Hooch blew her whistle again.
"Gryffindor wins!" Jordan yelled happily.
After Harry gave the snitch to Prof. Hooch, and changed back into his school robes, he met up with his best friends, Hermione and Ron.
"You were fantastic!" Hermione said, giving Harry a quick hug.
"Thank you," Harry said, smiling.
"You're really good," Ron said.
"So are you," Harry replied, still smiling.
Harry was very happy about this year. Why, you ask? Well, last year he lost a bet and had to join the Hogwarts Cheerleading Squad. They won the divisional cup, but Harry quit after. He didn't even want to be a cheerleader anyway. This year, he could just continue on with his life, and not have to worry about spankees, meetings, or burn marks.
That's what he thought.
Draco Malfoy, Harry's official enemy, stomped up to him. "You know, you only won because the snitch was released near you,"
"We still won," Ron said.
"You're just a sore loser," Hermione chimed in.
Malfoy glared at them all, then returned to his team.
"I bet it feels great not to be a cheerleader anymore," said Ron, looking at Harry.
Before he could answer, a burst of pain shot through Harry's leg. "Owwwww," he moaned.
Hermione put her hand on his shoulder. "Are you all right?"
Harry nodded, but Hermione wasn't fooled. "You must have done something to it while you were flying or something," she said, looking at Harry's leg with concern.
Ron glared in Malfoy's direction. "I be he did something,"
Hermione shook her head. "I doubt it,"
Harry sat down, unable to keep walking. Wincing, he asked. "Then, what happened?"
"We'd better take you to Mme Pomfrey," Hermione announced. "Here, lean on us. We'll help you walk."
So, leaning on Ron and Hermione, Harry limped his way to the hospital wing.
"Hello, Harry," Mme Pomfrey greeted him. "Another quidditch injury, I presume?"
"Well, that's what we're assuming," Hermione said.
As Mme Pomfrey led Harry to a clean bed, she said, "Can't you find a different way to get hurt? It's getting old. You're always injured because of quidditch. Can't you be more creative?"
Harry tucked himself in. "What about that time I saved the Philosopher's Stone? And the time I killed the Basilisk. And the time I-"
"Yes, yes, I know," Mme Pomfrey replied. She held a spoon of brown goopy medicine up to Harry's mouth. "Open up for the choo choo train,"
"I'm sixteen," Harry said, gulping down the brown substance. "You don't need to do that."
"My apologies," she said. Putting the medicine back, she added, "But I have to do that with Mr. Creevy. He tries so hard to be just like you, Harry. Injuries and all."
Ron and Hermione laughed quietly.
"Now, you two leave Mr. Potter to rest," Mme Pomfrey said, shooing them away.
"Get well soon," Hermione said as the left.
Harry yawned. Even though the medicine had looked and tasted like crap, it was making him very sleepy...
The next morning, things were a bit different.
"Oh my..." Harry heard Mme Pomfrey say. "Oh dear... Oh no..."
Keeping his eyes closed, Harry continued to eavesdrop.
"I've – I've got to inform the Headmaster...!" she continued. Harry heard her footsteps leaving the hospital wing. A few minutes later she returned, with someone who Harry guessed was Dumbledore.
"Albus, look at him!" Mme Pomfey said frightfully.
"He does look different, doesn't he?" Dumbledore replied.
"What are we going to do? How did this happen?"
"I suppose the first thing we should do is tell Harry, shouldn't we?"
"I... I... suppose,"
Dumbledore cleared his throat, and gently shook Harry. Harry pretended to awaken. "Professor?" he asked, acting like he just woke up.
"I've got a bit of bad news," Dumbledore replied. "Or good news... depending on your point of view."
"What news?" Harry asked. He realized the pain in his leg had gone. That couldn't be all that Dumbledore wanted to tell him, right? Maybe someone's been hurt...Harry thought. Maybe I've grown an extra leg... maybe one of my legs has disappeared... maybe my scar has gotten bigger... maybe...
"Harry," Dumbledore said, taking a deep breath. "You're a girl."
A/N: Well, you now know the main conflict. You also may be wondering how any of this has to do with cheerleading. If I told you now, it wouldn't make for much of a story, would it? Please review! And don't worry; more humour is on the way!
In the next chapter of Let's Go Hogwarts 2... how will Harry ever cope with his gender changed?
