Disclaimer: I, in no way, own Harry Potter. All rights belong to JK Rowling.

A/N: While this may be a rather overused plot, I've recently been reading a lot of stories where Harry changes gender, so I wanted to try my hand at writing one myself. This is my first story, I'm really sorry this chapter is so short, they should be longer from here on out. Enjoy!


Chapter 1: Odd Occurences

Harry hated summers. They were just so boring, after all, he was the sole wizard in the house where magic was despised. He was all alone. Even Ron and Hermione haven't tried to owl him all summer, and now it was his birthday, two whole months into the summer. Once again, just like every year, he counted down the second until midnight.

'Five. Four. Three. Two. One.'

"Happy 16th Birthd- AAGH!" Harry screamed in agony as he felt as if he were being torn apart from the inside. Harry yelled out again, shrieking himself hoarse for hours. The next morning, his aunt came to his door, banging.

"Up, boy. Today your uncle has a big business conference and he needs to have his healthy breakfast. You will then do your chores, there is a list out on the back door to the garden." Harry, too tired to argue, merely croaked out,

"Yes, Aunt Petunia." He was surprised that his voice came out higher than usual, but brushed it off as tiredness from the night of pain he went through. Not quite the fifteenth birthday he was hoping for. Getting up off the floor, (he had rolled off his bed in his thrashing in agony) he stretched, then noticed something odd. Looking down at himself, he gave a startled gasp. He had boobs. And moderately sized ones too. Feeling his hair fall in his face, he nearly screamed. Instead of it's usual gravity defying short style, it was long, glossy, and perfectly straight. Freezing for a split second, his mind started to work again, and, rushing to the bathroom, he could barely hold back a scream. He was a bloody girl! Well, looking on the bright side, at least he was pretty. With raven hair, almond shaped emerald eyes, framed with thick, dark, eyelashes. His (or was he a her now?) complexion was flawless, and he had pink, pouty lips. With his (or rather, Dudley's) clothes, she looked swamped in a giant, ratty blanket, but if he pulled them tight, he saw an hourglass figure, with a flat, fit stomach, medium sized hips, and smooth, slim shoulders. To be honest, he looked good. Walking away from the bathroom, he noticed the new sway to his hips. This was going to take some time getting used to, he knew it.

Getting ready was not something he wanted to do, it would feel rather perverted, but he supposed that it was inevitable, so, sneaking quickly to his (or rather her) bedroom, she changed, trying to look at herself the least possible amount, blushing whenever it was unavoidable to do so. Breathing out slowly, she braced herself for the horror of the morning to come, and made her way out of her bedroom in the least baggy shirt she owned, and tied up the end of it in a spare rubber band, tucking it in to accentuate her frame. After all, if he (he really should get used to thinking "she") had to look like this, might as well make the best of it. Walking to the kitchen, she set to work cooking as if there were nothing wrong, she was still the same, gender-wise, that is.

When her uncle came into the dining room, she was already finishing a large breakfast of bacon-cooked scrambled eggs, more bacon, and his favorite, largest, heaviest mug filled with coffee with lots of cream and one packet of the most unhealthy fake sugar she had ever seen. To be honest, she wasn't really hungry, so when he shooed her away without a second thought, she didn't really care that she wasn't able to eat anything. Suddenly, just after he dismissed her with clear disdain, he froze, hand stilling in the air as he comprehended her, for lack of a better word, changed appearance. Turning slowly, he spluttered,

"Boy, what did I tell you about your god-forsaken 'gift' as you call it?" Responding with a calm voice, Harry merely stated,

"I had nothing to do with this." Scoffing, her uncle began muttering something about "witchcraft" and "clearly too dangerous to leave like this". Finally speaking up, he began to yell.

"GET OUT! OUT OF THIS HOUSE! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE HERE WITH MY NORMAL, MIND YOU, WE AREN'T YOUR BLOODY PARENTS, WE WON'T PUT UP WITH YOUR MISBEHAVIOR, GET OUT I TELL YOU, BEFORE I WHIP YOUR SORRY ARSE! SO" Harry just waited patiently until he was done to respond in a forced calm voice, her voice dripping with sarcasm and hidden fury.

"Why would I stay with you anyways, I'm too pretty for your ugly pig face to even glance at me without dying with jealousy." Stalking upstairs, she angrily grabbed her trunk, prepped long ago while she had nothing to do, after finishing all her summer assignments from Hogwarts. Returning downstairs, she walked up to her uncle, and gave him a solid punch in the eye. Grabbing his shirt collar and heaving him up off the ground (which was a feat in itself as he weighed about the same as a hippopotamus), whispering in his ear, her voice was deadly.

"You deserve more, but that's a parting gift." Letting her uncle go, she grabbed onto the handle of her trunk and walked out the front door, slamming it closed with a resolute bang.


A/N: I'm really sorry that it's so short, next chapter will definitely be much longer! Thanks for reading, feel free to review and tell me what you think!~ 3

-Sakura