Title: Make-up: From Harry to Heather, Harry's story (1/?)
Author Name: Moppet Poppet
Author E-mail: Lucozade_gurl@hotmail.com
Category: Humor, Romance
Keyword: Harry/Hermione
Rating: PG-13 (just in case)
Spoilers: All four books

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Summary: 6 weeks into the summer holidays Sirius turns up at Privet Drive and tells Harry he needs to dress up as a girl to help save himself from Voldemort…

Author's Note: I don't know how I thought this up but there you go…

Make-up. From Harry to Heather, Harry's story (or is it Heather's?)

Chapter 1

It had been 6 weeks since the end of term and Harry Potter was worried he hadn't received an owl from Ron or Hermione since his birthday and Sirius hadn't written either. Worst of all in Harry's opinion was that Hedwig had gone missing and Harry hadn't seen her for some weeks now and he was afraid something horrible might have happened to her.

Dudley was no longer on a diet as he'd lost 105 pounds in the last year alone. Apparently the nurse's fitness program and (what amused Harry the most) Dudley's new-found fear of all candy, had done the trick. As far as Harry could tell, from what he had heard, Dudley had refused to go near anything that so much as resembled a toffee ever since the end of last summer. Harry had decided that giving his winnings from the Tri wizard tournament to the Weasley twins was the best idea he'd ever had and Harry couldn't wait to tell them about Dudley.

Dinner last night had been the worst yet as Aunt Petunia had been going to the church's new dinner and dance. Harry suspected it was just for some extra gossip and to show off her dancing talent which she claimed came from her mother's side, Harry really hoped it didn't, because if he found out he'd been dancing like that at the Yule Ball- well it didn't bare thinking about. At lest it was my first time, what's her excuse, Harry thought to himself.

Well at dinner last night Aunt Petunia had gone off to the church and left Uncle Vernon and Dudley in-charge of 3 microwave meals. All went well until the time came to cook them. Dudley had demanded his first so in it went in some kind of metal tray, the next thing Harry new there were sparks flying out of the microwave then the food caught fire and Harry had started laughing. He soon stopped when Uncle Vernon claimed it had been Harry's all along, the meal soon found its way to the bin after Harry had deemed it inedible.

It turned out the tray Uncle Vernon had used to cook the meal in was not supposed to be used in a microwave and had caused the sparks which in turn caused the fire.

The incident was almost as bad as the day Dudley decided that putting his pet hamster in the microwave would be a good idea… Well Hammy actually survived, but sadly it was all in vain, the very same day Hammy was wandering the kitchen floor when next door's cat strolled in… It was all very quick, the cat pounced, and poor Hammy's eyes literally popped out of his head and across the floor. He had a good burial. (A/N this story is based on real life events and should not be attempted without adult supervision. Hammy's name has been changed for anonymity)

So that night Harry went to sleep on an empty stomach at lest Harry thought sleepily I wasn't forced to eat the thing.

*****

Harry woke up to the taping of something against his window. This had been going on now for the worst part of 20 minutes, so he decided it was best if he went to see what was going on, it didn't make sense to his sleepy brain. The fact was that there had been some sort of trouble early in the summer, and Harry hadn't heard anything from his friends in a while, Much to Harry's disappointment the only thing that kept him going through the summer in the past was his friends.

Feeling much more awake now Harry sat up in bed, rubbed his eyes, put on his glasses and attempted to see whatever had drove him from his sleep. Maybe Ron and his family had come to save him ok Harry thought as he stared through the blank glass, there was just thin air on the other side and definitely no sign of the causes of "that inferno racket" as his Uncle would have called it.

'Oh well' Harry muttered to himself 'back to bed for me' Harry didn't know why but he'd been unusually tiered since the start of the holidays, he presumed it had something to do with all the stress over the tri-wizard tournament.

He glanced up at the window again and-got the shock of his life, which caused Harry to jolt backwards.

Sirius Black Harry's god farther was parched on the windowsill waiting to be let in. harry just stared for the next ten second while Sirius tried to get Harry's attention. Suddenly harry got up and threw the window open allowing Sirius to enter.

'God harry, I never knew it would take that long to get your attention.' Sirius exclaimed once he was safely inside. He watched Harry carefully

'Are you ok, you know you can tell me if something's wrong'

'What?' harry asked, 'oh no I'm fine, but what are you doing here, not that I don't want to see you but isn't it dangerous for you to be here and what if the Dursleys hear you and phone-'

'Harry calm down' Sirius managed to get in, Harry had been speaking very fast and didn't seem to know when to stop. 'Don't worry I'm not going to get caught and if the Dursleys come in I can just turn in to snuffles and hide under the bed'

Sirius moved over to the bed and sat down, Harry followed him and sat down too. Harry looked up at Sirius and asked 'has anything happened…about Voldemort I mean?'

'Well, there's been some attacks on muggles, that as far as we can tell were committed by death eaters, but there's no way of convincing Fudge.'

***

All was still and quiet at number 4 privet drive. It was around 9:15 in the evening, the sun had long gone down. Less than a minuet later the peaceful silence was broken by a cry of horror from a fifteen-year-old boy.

'You want me to do WHAT?'

' Listen to me' Sirius tried to claim his Godson down ' it will only be for a while and it will make you a lot safer, you don't want to be locked up in Hogwarts for the rest of the year, do you? Because that's what's going to happen if you don't go through with this.

'Can't we do something else. Why do I have to dress up as a-a-' Harry couldn't bring himself to say it.

Sirius cut Harry off mid-stutter ' girl-someone of female persuasion. Look Harry it won't be that bad-when I was younger we did this kind of thing for fun. I remember this one time when-

'Stop!' Harry cried 'I don't think I want to know' he paused for a moment and then asked slowly 'what did you mean when you said 'we'-my father wasn't involved in that, was he?'

Sirius didn't seem to notice the look of horror on Harry's face as he said ' of course he was, he even went blonde for the night. But that's not the point, I'm taking you to Remus' house to get you sorted out.

Following Sirius down the stairs Harry wondered how on Earth he'd got himself into something like this. They reached the front door at the same time as Harry's uncle Vernon stepped out of the kitchen, he froze at the sight of Sirius and opened his mouth, but before he had the chance to speak Sirius stepped in.

'Hello sir you must be Mr Dursley, Harry's uncle.' Sirius didn't stop for a reply, speaking rather fast he continued. 'I've just come to pick Harry up and we'll be leaving now. It's very unlikely that Harry will return here this summer. Someone will be along shortly to pick up his things. Good bye.' Sirius finished. 'Come on Harry' he said tugging on Harry's sleeve.

Harry and Sirius walked out of the house and around the corner. 'I don't have to go back to the Dursleys until next summer?' Harry asked excitedly.

'Harry' Sirius said kindly. 'You have to go back to the Dursleys'

'But you just said that I wasn't' Harry replied frowning.

'Listen as far as your uncles concerned you aren't going back.' Seeing Harry's confessed face he continued. ' Remember why we're going to Remus'? Well when you come back, you're not going to be Harry Potter.'