A/N: This fic was written in response to TGP's The Pretender's Challenge. First challange, so I don't know whether this will turn out well or not. Rated M, just to be safe.

Harry Potter sat in the common room alone. He was tapping a quill against a piece of parchment, trying to figure out what on earth he wanted to write. He had been working on this letter for almost a week, and so far, the only thing that he had gotten was "Dear Ginevra".

He let out a sigh as he pushed himself back in the chair, teetering on the hind legs. The green-eyed boy was suddenly hit with inspiration, and he leaned forward.

But before he could dip the quill into the ink once again, he noticed an ominous glowing coming from outside the window. It was heading for him, faster and faster.

"Shit." Was all Harry could say before he was hit with the light with full force.

((The Pretender))

As Harry's eyes fluttered open, he let out a groan. Pain coursed through his body and he could hardly remember how to move.

"Out of the way! Out of the way!" a voice finally reached Harry's ears. He opened his eyes fully this time and saw almost the whole of Gryffindor House gazing back at him, looks of interest, terror, and, oddly enough, lust, on their faces.

Minerva McGonagall then made her way to Harry, stooping down and looking over him.

"Professor, what happened?" Harry asked groggily.

The Transfigurations Professor looked startled for a moment. "You know who I am?"

"Of course I do. You're my head of House…" Harry said, his eyebrows furrowing. He continued to look around and he was getting a really bad feeling about the whole situation. Especially when he noticed that it was the male population of Gryffindor that was giving him the looks of lust.

"Professor… What happened?" Harry asked desperately.

He then noticed the change in his voice.

It was no longer the baritone that had finally come with puberty. No. Now it sounded more like a second soprano. A girl's voice.

Harry's eyes went wide and he shot up from where he lay on the floor, all pain forgotten.

"Someone get me a mirror!" he barked.

A little first year girl hurriedly took a compact out of her bag and handed it to Harry. He opened it hurriedly and looked at his face.

It was still round, but it seemed somewhat thinner than before. His jaw was smaller, his features softer. His eyes were the same color, but they resembled his mother's even more in shape now. His hair was longer, almost down to his waist, pooling around him. Harry then poised the mirror so that it was looking at his chest. He had had his shirt open halfway before he had passed out, due to the hot weather. It would be easy to tell whether or not his suspicions were true or not by just looking there…

Harry sucked in a breath.

Reflected in the mirror where a flat chest should be were breasts. Albeit small, but definitely noticeable.

Harry dropped the mirror.

"What in Merlin's name happened to me!" he asked in a hoarse whisper.

He turned his wide emerald eyes in the direction of his Head of House, his face filled with terror.

"May I just ask you one thing, miss?" McGonagall said slowly.

Harry nodded.

"What is your name?"

"Harry Potter." Harry said, "I'm Harry Potter."

The entire common room launched into an uproar.

Conditions Met:

These conditions have only been met half-way so far.

1. More than one character must have their gender switched.
2. They are switched unvolunterily.