Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter nor any other series whose character I use (including but not limited to Percy Jackson and the Olympians and Heroes of Olympus, and probably a few different anime series).

Note: This chapter takes place a few months after Voldemort is defeated, as the magical world starts to heal and clean up the mess the war left behind.

Summary: Harry is betrayed by a certain 'friend' and wakes up in a changed body. Once he finds out that he can't do anything to fix what had been done to him, she takes matters into her own hands. She leaves the wizarding world, finding her own path and is invited to the prestigious Hecate Academy of the Magical Arts, where she learns about the world of the gods…

Warning: this includes Harry being transformed into a girl, some Weasley bashing, various sexual preferences, and probably a few more things later.

Harry woke up groggily, wondering what on earth he had apparently been drinking the night before, not that he could really remember the festivities at all. He had never had alcohol and had intended never to do so (as he'd witnessed how much worse his uncle Vernon acted because of the stuff), but since last night was the celebration of their victory against Voldemort, he supposed someone would 'spike the punch', as the muggles say.

A few minutes later, fighting against the dizziness and a splitting headache, Harry opened his eyes slowly. Realizing that the light wasn't making his symptoms worse, as he'd thought being hung over would cause, his eyes narrowed in confusion. If it wasn't alcohol, then what was up?

After a moment's contemplation, he sat up, intending to go to the infirmary to get checked out. His plans were forgotten a moment later, as he noticed a change in his balance, and looked down at his body.

On his chest were two large lumps that had most definitely not been there before.

Harry's eyes widened in shock and confusion, and he immediately yanked his shirt off, hoping (though he knew he wasn't so lucky) that he was imagining it. Nope.

He ran to the bathroom, glad that his dorm mates had already left for breakfast, and peered into the mirror.

His mind went blank for about ten minutes as he processed what he saw.

Poppy was in her office filling out paperwork when she heard a knock on her door. Wondering what she could possibly be needed for so early in the morning, she opened her door, only to find no one in sight.

"Poppy, it's Harry Potter." She suddenly heard from a few feet in front of her. "I'm under my Invisibility Cloak, I'd really rather not be seen by anyone else." After getting over her surprise, Poppy opened the door without a word and let the boy into her office.

"What's the problem, Mr. Potter?" she asked, curiously.

"Well, see, that's the problem." 'Harry' said, before pulling off the Invisibility Cloak. Poppy gasped in shock at the young woman before her. "I'm not a Mister at the moment."

As Poppy registered that sentence (which took longer than it probably should have), she looked the young Potter over. Harry's hair was down to the middle of her back, wavier than usual and not as wild. 'His' face was more gentle and feminine that usual, her cheekbones more defined, and lips a bit more plump. 'His' body, and she probably shouldn't tell him this, seemed to…'fit' better than his male physique, the malnutrition becoming less obvious, and as 'he' shifted she realized that he was more graceful as well. Of course, let's not forget her new breasts.

Realizing that she had been silent too long and was making her patient uncomfortable, Poppy spoke up. "How did this happen, Potter?" The absence of a 'Mister' didn't go unnoticed.

"I don't know." Harry responded. "I woke up like this. I felt dizzy and had a headache, but at first I thought that the drinks last night had been spiked with alcohol and that I was hung over. I was getting up to come to you, and…saw all this."

"Right." Poppy nodded, wondering when the poor boy (girl?) would ever catch a break. "Your 'spiked drink' theory might be the cause, though not alcohol. Depending on the potion used, though…" She trailed off uncomfortably.

"I might be stuck like this." Harry finished, his suspicions unfortunately confirmed. "How do we figure out which potion it was?"

"We analyze your blood." She responded, pulling out a vial. Harry allowed her to magically draw a small amount of his blood, before she continued. "We'll need to pour this on a piece of enchanted parchment for ten minutes, and then we should find out what's happened."

Hope you enjoyed this first chapter of this re-write! I didn't change anything but the intro at the top, but in a few chapters you might start to notice some changes.

Reviews are appreciated!