Hey! This is a Harry Potter fic. I spotted a trans inclusive HeadCanon example on Tumblr and I wanted to give my own definitive version of it. I can't remember who came up with it, (all credit goes to them for the idea!) but I desperately wanted to elaborate on it and give it the chapters and coverage it deserved as well as maybe break down that wall of lack of Transgender representation within the books.Because you can find a helluva lot of Drarry, Wolfstar, Germione, Lunny, etc (may have butchered the ship names, apologies if I have!) but I. Need. Trans. Representation.The main character is my own OC. Hope you enjoy!

ｏｎｅ: Real

For as long as I can remember, all I have ever felt was... out of place.

Never truly normal. Maybe it was that I loved flowers, but that was okay, right? I had an interest in Herbology. Totally fine. I mean, Neville Longbottom loves plants too, right?

Neville (Mr-Sexy-Adorable-Smushball) Longbottom...

But I'm not gay. I just have an appreciation for him. He's a really nice guy. I mean, a REALLY nice guy. Have you ever seen his thighs?? Especially when carrying potplants around??????

But I'm not gay. He just works out well.

I always gravitated to the Kitchens in Hogwarts. It was peaceful, erratic, and the house-elves adored me.

Speaking of which, I was heading down there now.

"Hello Miss Gra - Oh, forgive Dobby Mister. Watkins, I is very sorry..." Dobby squeaked, tears welling up.

I felt awkward and very sympathetic. It must be hard being a house elf.

I smiled. "Don't worry about it, Dobby. It's okay."

Dobby smiled, and quickly rushed off and came back, holding a (admittedly amazingly) wrapped present, extending it out to me.

"Sir, please take it! It is Dobby's Christmas gift to you!"

I felt surprised. I would have never have thought a house elf could be so considerate.

"Tha-Thanks, Dobby. I'll get you a present, sorry I forgot." I stammered.

Dobby's eyes welled up with tears, and his mouth spread in a toothy, wide grin. "Thank you, Matt Watkins, sir, Dobby is looking forward to it."

I smiled.

I opened the present, and in amidst the wrapping, were 2 pairs of jumbled socks, all sporting flowers of different colours.

I grinned, smiling. They really were lovely pairs of socks. I would have to Gemino them to create matching pairs...I may go and see Ginny and show her them. They were just too nice not to brag about.

Dobby looked nervous.

"Oh! Right! Dobby, thank you so much for the socks!" I chirped, (noticing his happy little earwag and jig on the spot) "Do you know what time it is?" I asked.

Dobby quickly turned to the clock on the left side of the room, his eyes widening in horror.

"Sir will be late! Dobby will take Mister Watkins to Gryffindor Tower so he can be on time!" He squeaked.

I furrowed my eyebrows as Dobby grabbed my hand.

"Dobb-"

CRACK.

I found myself oddly disoriented, outside the Fat Lady's painting. Dobby smiled at me again.

"Well Sir, you are here. Dobby must get back to the kitchens!" He spoke animatedly.

I nodded. "See you, Dobby."

With a CRACK! He disappeared.

I quickly gave the password, and clambered through.

I made my way up to Ginny, who was talking to Hermione and Neville.

"Hey guys." I greeted, smiling.

Hermione smiled at me, bushy locks galore, and patted the seat next to her.

"Ginny wants to do Neville's makeup, and he keeps on refusing. I would too if I was him." She explained, looking at me sharply as I blushed a little bit.

Ginny interjected, "Hey, Matt! You'll do it, right? Can you come up to the girls' dorm so we can do your makeup?"

Hermione began speaking, but Ginny silenced her with a mischieveous look.

"Sure. I'm in." I mumbled.

Neville looked at me curiously. "You're braver than me, honestly." He chuckled.

I shrugged. I didn't think it meant anything.

Ginny cracked open a box of Muggle cards, and we began playing some card games (Hermione would complain insistently about the noise when using Wizard ones) and Neville left to his dorm room after 3 rounds.

I continued playing with the girls, cheerfully. I just felt that overwhelming sense of displacement again, but knew that my fantasies were all a delusion.

It rolled around midnight, and then Ginny grinned. "Let's get you dolled up."

I couldn't help but feel excited at this notion, but chose to surpress it. Ginny and Hermione made for the stairs, as I looked at them curiously.

Come on, Matt, you know what happens with all girls' dorm stairs! These things are just a delusion!

But another part of me wanted to keep pressing forward.

I took a hesitant step, and found it remained soild stair.

I felt tears spring to my eyes, as I joyfully ran up them.

I burst into Ginny's dorm room, tears falling, and Hermione and Ginny rushed over as I fell to my knees and started sobbing.

"Matt! H-H-How the hell did you get up here?!" Hermione cried, shocked.

I blubbered on Ginny's shoulder as she rubbed my back, shushing me.

I calmed down, and smiled properly for the first time in years.

"I... I knew I was a real girl..!" I burst into tears again as Hermione then wrapped her arms around me as they both hugged me tight, whispering words of support and encouragement.

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