First attempt at a Disclaimer :
This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Harry Potter world, which is trademarked by J. K. Rowling. Many of my characters are characters created and owned by J.K. Rowling, and I do not claim any ownership over them or the world of Harry Potter.
Some characters are created by me but came from Pottermore's comment. I created this specific version of Harry Potter being a girl, lesbian, MtF transgender, metamorphomagus, back from the beginning but it still is Harry Potter owned by J. .
The story I tell here is my own invention, and it is only a part of J.K. Rowling's story canon. This story is for entertainment only and is not following the official story line apart from the first chapter.
I am grateful to Ms. Rowling for her wonderful stories about Hogwarts, for, without her books, my story would not exist.
In addition, I would like to thanks, some of my friend who had agreed to talk about this idea during many weeks, so to make it "almost perfect" (I'm joking)
Some pieces of additional information :
-As I really said : Fem Harry, MtF Transgender Harry, Lesbian Harry. Not to make it too original, it would be an Harry-Hermione basic love story.
-That a story about performing gender and transition, love between witches, a bit of adventure just to respect Harry Potter lore.
-This story doesn't have a proper name already so you can propose me some in reviews.
-I don't have a schedule of publication so don't make reviews just to tell me you wait for the next chapter. It's going on. That's all. I'm actually writing chapter 5. On the contrary, real reviews pointing out some things you may think that needed to be fixed or try to make a guessed about on-going chapter are always cool!
-I improved my English enough so I felt confident to write this but I still need a beta because I'm obviously not English-native-speaker. For my french followers : sorry but if you don't read English, I don't intend to make a french version any time soon.
-So, I hope you may enjoy your reading. See you...
Chapter 1: The girl who behave
Year 0 Scene 1
"Aunt Petunia could you please make me a haircut?" the lass asked.
"Why would you want a hair cut anyway?" Petunia asked in return.
"The letters. They're expecting for 'Harry James Potter' so I just, though…" she explained while shapeshifting to the boyish face she could perform.
Petunia was first stunned and freak out by the magic display but she had seen that one time before when she had let out that she actually wanted a girl… and happened to have a freak magical lass instead of a lad from that day.
"We are not going to let you go anywhere, Heather, you know that?" Petunia counterpart to her pathetic excuse of a niece.
"But they're quite persistent" argue the lass "What if they came for me and were not pleased about me being a girl?"
Petunia sight from what the girl had just said. Her niece had always struggled to fit in and be what others expected her to be. Yet, the girl never had figured out how much she was neither wanted nor desired. Then, Heather was now trying to fit in another freak expectation… poor little thing. Petunia couldn't help it but smile, mockingly.
"Will you make your chore without complaining if I made you that hair cut?" Petunia offered while thinking of everything she could ask the girl doing for her without having to hear her babbling about how unfair it was.
The girl smiles in return so Petunia knows she had made it. The lass was so easy…
"Okay," Petunia conceded. "You are really something. Sit there and wait for me. And please: change your face before Vernon may see it. You know how he would react," she concluded, menacing.
Then, as she had made her deal, she cut the girl hair rather short. It was weird but after all, she had not promised to make her a nice haircut but only to make her look boyish. So she did.
Year 0 Scene 2
"Couldn't make us a cup o' tea, could yeh? It's not been an easy journey..."
When Heather saw the giant, she knew he was here for her, so she shapeshifts for her Harry-looking face. He strode over to the sofa where Dudley sat frozen with fear and said "Budge up, yeh great lump," before turning to her and said:
"An' here's Harry!" said the giant.
So she knew she, at least, was boyish enough to fool the giant.
Year 1 Single Scene
"Good afternoon, Miss Potter," said Dumbledore. Heather stared at him, then blinked for the third time since she woke up. She was sleeping but she wasn't in her bed, so, she didn't success in hiding her appearance, before she could shape shift it.
Then, she gave up and remembered: "Sir! The Stone! It was Quirrell! He's got the Stone! Sir, quick -"
"Calm yourself, dear girl, you are a little behind the times," said Dumbledore. "Quirrell does not have the Stone."
"Then who does? Sir, I -"
"Miss, please relax, or Madam Pomfrey will have me thrown out."
Heather swallowed and looked around her. She realized she must be in the hospital wing. She was lying in a bed with white linen sheets, and next to her was a table piled high with what looked like half the candy shop.
"Tokens from your friends and admirers," said Dumbledore, beaming. "What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally, the whole school knows. But I somewhat manage to hide your own little secret" he said, then winked, before adding "I believe your friends Misters Fred and George Weasley were responsible for trying to send you a toilet seat. No doubt they thought it would amuse you. Madam Pomfrey, however, felt it might not be very hygienic, and confiscated it."
"How long have I been in here?"
"Three days. Mr. Ronald Weasley and Miss Granger will be most relieved you have come round, they have been extremely worried."
"But sir, the Stone"
"Well, well… don't you prefer to talk about your metamorphomagus abilities?" Dumbledore proposed with a grin.
"My what?" Heather asked, completely lost.
"Your amazing abilities to change yourself in whatever you want" Dumbledore explained, patiently.
"Oh…shapeshifting!" She exclaimed "I always have been able to do that. So, when I learned who I am, I thought it was normal… in sorcerer, standard"
"That is not. But quite a practical skill you have nonetheless. I was pleased to discover not only that you had these abilities but that you decided to hide it," Dumbledore pointed out, falsely whispering.
"Aren't you supposed to be…upset or something?" Heather asked, a little abashed.
"Keeping your abilities in hiding are as much power your enemies know not" Dumbledore replied, secretively.
"Then…you want me to continue acting so?" Heather guessed, quite incredulous.
"Yes, miss. I would like you to remain 'Harry Potter' for a while. At least, until you could use it wilfully to trick Voldemort into thinking you are dead." Dumbledore explains.
"But why?" Heather asked, again.
And then, Dumbledore talked to her about Quirrell, Voldemort, and what happens to the stone.
Year 2 Single Scene
Heather threw her whole weight behind the sword and drove it to the hilt into the roof of the serpent's mouth. But as warm blood drenched Heather's arms, she felt a searing pain just above her elbow. One long, poisonous fang was sinking deeper and deeper into her arm and it splintered as the basilisk keeled over sideways and fell, twitching, to the floor.
Heather slid down the wall. She gripped the fang that was spreading poison through her body and wrenched it out of her arm. But she knew it was too late. The white-hot pain was spreading slowly and steadily from the wound. Even as she dropped the fang and watched her own blood soaking her robes, her vision went foggy. The Chamber was dissolving in a whirl of dull colour.
A patch of scarlet swam past, and Heather heard a soft clatter of claws beside her.
"Fawkes," said Heather thickly. "You were fantastic, Fawkes. . . ."
She felt the bird laid its beautiful head on the spot where the serpent's fang had pierced her.
She could hear echoing footsteps and then a dark shadow moved in front of her.
"You're dead, eeerrr… whatever you are," said Riddle's voice above her. "Who knows that Dumbledore's lad was actually a poor little chick?" he adds mockingly before saying again:
"Dead. Even Dumbledore's bird knows it. Do you see what he's doing, Potter? He's crying."
"I'm a little disappointed but it's not bad either. You are going to die here and now, so I could enjoy the view. Alone in the Chamber of Secrets, forsaken by your friends, defeated at last by me, the Dark Lord from whom Death itself is bowing. You'll be back with your dear Mudblood mother soon, little chick . . . .She bought you twelve years of borrowed time . . . but Lord Voldemort got you in the end, as you knew he must . . ."
But Fawkes tears were healing Heather and when Voldemort saw it, he threatens the bird so he flies away from the almost healed wound.
"Phoenix tears… shit. I forgot. Nevertheless… I'm going to kill you myself. Then I will expose your dead body so everyone could see the worthless little brat you are" he said angrily.
Then, feeling the diary falling on her lap, Heather did the only thing she could think of: take the basilisk fang and sink it straight in the middle of the open book.
"Go fuck yourself!" Heather replied while repeating her action as Tom Riddle ghost was screaming
"I let you take my secret to your grave, you stupid, pureblood-lover, male chauvinist," Heather said while shape shifting back when the ghost had gone.
Afterward, she heard a faint moan that means Ginny finally revived and that again, she was not alone.
Year 3 Scene 1
Snape woke up. He was the first to recover consciousness, whatever had to save them.
On the floor near to him, there were that insufferable Granger know-it-all, that stupid Weasley redhead, that nasty Black bastard and a girl he had no clue who-the-fuck-she-is.
Or truth to be said, he had no clue about her only the first few seconds. Then, He moved toward her and figured out almost immediately who she was. Saying that he was shocked was an understatement. So… Potter's son was, in fact, a girl! Not that is changing something but if it wasn't for her hair and freckle…she would be a carbon copy of his late friend, Lily Evans.
It was that beauty that makes him go in motion. Conjuring stretchers and lifting everybody on it, make all of them floating at his side while he returns to Hogwarts and lead to the infirmary. That was the processing of "Why such a beauty drag herself as a boy?" that make him stop a few second to waking the girl.
"Potter" he whispered. "Potter, you troublemaker, wake up now"
Then, a faint moan came from the Potter girl before she starts speaking and acknowledging what happens around her:
"Mmmm… My father… The Dementors are gone… Where…Uh…Snape ? What the f… I fainted. You saw me like that" she starts panicking.
"Go easy, girl. You had been almost kissed by Dementors. I'm not planning on disclosing your secret" he said comforting "at least, not right now" he conceded, letting his arsehole, nasty inner Slytherin part speaking. "Change back to your Harry horrid face before I change my mind"
So the girl did as she was told, obviously not knowing what to think about it.
Year 3 Scene 2
While Ron was about to sleep at the infirmary that night, Harry and Hermione were back to Gryffindor tower...
"Harry, you know that you are in the girl's dormitory stairs?" Hermione pointed out, a little confused by the obvious but impossible situation she was involved in.
"Oh, I'm sorry" He replied "I'm exhausted and just happened to follow you without thinking" he tried to explain "Night Mione" he added as he steps to the boy's stairs and ran away.
"That's not the point" Hermione replied quietly to her own benefit.
"You weren't supposed to be able to do so in the very first place." She added while thinking.
"Is that means that he may be gay?" She asked out loud before berate herself. Even if it was the case, that was anything but her business. So she stops thinking about it.
Year 4 Single Scene
Dumbledore stood up. He stared down at Barty Crouch for a moment with disgust on his face. Then he raised his wand once more and as a red light flew out, Barty Crouch collapsed. He turned to Professor McGonagall then to Heather.
"I think it's time to pretend he make it, don't you think so, Miss Potter?" Dumbledore suggested to the amazement of the Deputy Headmistress.
"Albus, what the hell are you talking about?" the Professor McGonagall asked.
"The Deatheater wanted to kill Potter" Severus Snape replied, "Only, you, the teen, Dumbledore and me know he didn't make it. So I think Dumbledore want that Potter used their special secret talent to fit the ploy."
"Indeed, Severus." Dumbledore approved "I'm a little surprised you know already and never report it to me. So that I don't have to explain it to you as Minerva obviously need to"
He paused then added:
"Then, saving the time to explain it to you, would you be kind enough to report the circumstance of 'Harry's Death' to the Dark Lord as soon as possible?"
"I may leave if you want but I need to wait for a little not to make the lie behind the tale too obvious" Snape retorted "Then, what about 'Harry's body' or any other pieces of evidence?"
"There is enough polyjuice potion to key it to Miss Potter. I hope it will work. Better sooner than later to try and figure it out." Dumbledore answered while thinking. "Could I… please… let you make the evidence you need while I explain this confusing situation to Minerva?"
"My pleasure" Snape responded.
That how the awkward 'Heather, trying to look like a guy to fit in the boy-who-lived tale' came to an end.
Chapter End
If you are a great reader, you may have thought : hmmm, that sound like something copy and paste from the real book. So, to make it clear : yeah, for this first almost canon proof chapter, I don't even try to reformulate some sentences. But I had change a few things so I could go on right from this chapter.
For the moment I picked for this first chapter, I obviously choose each little time Heather could have disclosed her secret without everyone knowing. There is two more time I can think of when Harry may have collapsed and then, turn to be a girl.
But as it was at Quidditch Pitch with everyone staring at her, I choose that those moments never happened or happened differently without writing them because I had no fucking clue how Dumbledore could have managed to hide a girl in those precise situations. If you have an idea, then I eager to listen to it. But for those ideas I had no more than 1500 words left because I decide not to write chapters over 4000 words each.
Thank you for reading ! Have a good day and see you soon (I hope so)
