The Light in Your Darkness

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Prologue: Happy Birthday Harry

It was late, how late Harry wasn't exactly sure but as he counted down the lingering minutes until twelve o'clock he couldn't help but sigh irritably. It was his birthday yet again and of course he was once more spending it in the confines of number 4 Privet Drive, completely and utterly alone. He was however looking forward to the following night when Dumbledore would be there to pick him up to go to the Burrow. He couldn't wait to be with Ron and Hermione and be able to get more information about what was going on in the Wizarding world.

The last couple of weeks since he had got through his fifth year at Hogwarts had been spent totally in the dark. He was always on the lookout for any possible information he could get, he had subscribed to The Daily Prophet and had been keeping up on his muggle news. He didn't know exactly what he was looking for but Voldemort had been rather quiet ever since the attack in the ministry early this year. Harry didn't quite know what to make of it.

"Five more minutes." Harry muttered to himself quietly. He was going to be sixteen and next year he would finally be of age. Harry hadn't really gotten around to packing any of his stuff yet; part of him was still in denial about Dumbledore actually showing up. He just didn't want to get his hopes up and he couldn't really suppress the thoughts that he would rather have his Godfather picking him up.

Sirius Black was dead. It was one of the hardest things for Harry to accept. His closest parental figure in his life was gone, forever. He had truly loved Sirius and though he hadn't fallen into a complete depression, he couldn't help but think of Sirius constantly throughout the day. It also didn't help that he truly believed that it was his fault that Sirius had fallen through that veil. If only he hadn't been so weak and mindless, then he wouldn't have gone to the ministry. If only he had learned to block his mind when Snape had tried to teach him last year, then he wouldn't have believed or even seen the bogus dream that Voldemort had sent his way. The what if's never ended.

"Three, two, one." Harry counted down and right as the clock struck 12:00, Harry doubled over in pain. It was so sudden that Harry fell out of his chair and onto the hard, wooden ground. He didn't feel the impact of the ground; he was too overcome by the pain in his body. It felt like he was on fire, his glasses were off and he couldn't see but he didn't care at the moment. His eyes felt like they were being ripped from his sockets. It wasn't more than a minute before he let sweet unconscious overcome him and he gave in to the darkness.

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The first thing he noticed as he became conscious once more was the ache he felt all over his body. It was as if he had just been run over by a very large truck multiple times. He had the worse headache of his life and he didn't even want to open his eyes for fear the light would hurt worse than his lack of sight. So he just settled by letting out a small moan, the pain obvious in his voice, but he didn't dare move.

He wasn't quite sure what time it was but he could tell it was at least morning. He could hear the birds singing outside his window and could feel the prickles of light against his heavy lids. He took in a deep breath and with his eyes still firmly shut, he attempted to push himself up to his knees. Slowly, inch by inch his head rose but as all good things must come to an end, he groaned as pain shot from his scalp. His eyes flew open, the light rushing in and his pupils focused in on what his hand was resting on.

Hair. Not just any hair though, black and wavy hair. His hair. He immediately slumped back to the ground, letting out a small oomph as his body met the floor once more. His head went spinning back to last night, there had been so much pain and so sudden! What had happened? He had just been sitting there after all. Could it have been Voldemort? His eyes flew back open to take in his surroundings but he was still at the Dursley's.

So slowly, he tried once more to sit up so he could properly think. Just as his head rose from the floor, he noticed how cushiony his chest felt against the floor. He was wearing one of Dudley's old t-shirts from when the boy was 13 or so but the shirt had still been a bit loose on him. Yet, when he lowered his eyes, expecting to see perhaps a pillow or even a soft book, he almost went unconscious once more. Something was there, he didn't want to say what it looked like but something was there.

Faster than he thought himself possible, Harry hoisted himself off the ground and not even waiting for the dizziness to subside, he took off to the bathroom. As he threw open the door to his room, the sweats he had been wearing were suddenly too big and fell down to his feet. Harry tripped and went flying down face first onto the floor; he caught himself with his arms before his face smashed into the ground.

"Boy! Stop that racket!" Uncle Vernon yelled over the TV from downstairs. Harry gritted his teeth, as he got up once again and pulled his pants back on. Holding the sweats up with one hand, he quickly got into the bathroom and shut the door, locking it before he looked into the mirror.

It took all the strength that was left in him not to faint right there as his reflection shown back at him. The reflection was not the usual black haired, green eyed bespectacled boy that he had grown up being the last sixteen years. His sun-kissed skin that he had spent the better part of the summer getting back was gone. He was gone.

Staring back at him was a very petite girl. He was by no means tall before, at his measly height of 5'6 was short considering other boys his age but now he could definitely be considered a midget! He mustn't have stood above 5'2 and that wasn't even the least of his worries right now. No, his height was definitely not his biggest concern at the moment.

His untidy, short, black hair was gone. No, no it wasn't gone but it wasn't normal. In its place was long, wavy, black hair. It was cascading down his back and over his new cushioning on his chest. His face turned into a grimace as he noticed the way it curled at the ends and seamed to mockingly frame his face ever so perfectly. It was rather revolting.

Then there was the fact that his lips looked almost, dare he say it, kissable. They looked blood red, as if he had just sucked a bear dead of its life source. They were full and pouty but most of all, they were so not manly. Not to mention, the way they stood out against his deathly pale skin. All that work and sweat of being outside, was wasted. His skin was whiter than any other person he had ever met, it almost seem to glow. It was creepy.

Then there was his nose, it looked girly and small with the nostrils flared in anger. His cheekbones were definitely more prominent and the light blush that crept up on his cheeks, made them seem even more defined. His eyes, if they could get any greener, than they did. They shined like emeralds, large emeralds. They looked so innocent and so not eyes were framed by thick, black eyelashes and above them were slim dark eyebrows.

But no, this still was not his biggest concern. When he looked down, that was his biggest concern. The fact that he had cushioning on his chest, he had breast! How could he have breast! He was a boy for Merlin's sake! Harry sighed loudly turning to the side but they were still there. He closed his eyes and rubbed them, it was then he noticed his lack of glasses. He opened his eyes again but he could see perfectly!

"At least I got one good thing out of this." Harry grimaced again at his reflection but more at his high soprano voice. Ugh. This couldn't be happening. "Bloody hell."

"Indeed, Potter." A voice came from somewhere in the room. A very familiar voice. Harry jumped up and quickly backed against the wall, his hands spreading out across the door as the man appeared before him. Severus Snape, the Potions Master at Hogwarts and sworn hater of all good in the world, was in his bathroom. "Ah, not happy to see me are you?"

"What are you doing here?" Harry attempted to hiss in a menacing way but it just came out too high and girly sounding. Harry grimaced again. Shaking his head at his own foolishness, he backed away from the door and in doing so; his pants promptly fell to his ankles. The heat rose so fast to his face as he hurried to pull his too large sweats up back over his white, skinny legs before Snape got too much of an eyeful. "Ergh, sorry."

"As much as I enjoy watching you embarrass yourself Potter, we don't have much time. " Snape sneered before moving quickly passed Harry and making his way back to the bedroom. Harry quickly followed after him; make sure to keep a tight hold on his britches. Snape started waving his wand at his belongings, all Harry's books and other school material floated into his trunk and neatly arranged itself. His clothing remained in its place, scattered around the floor, however. "I'm trusting that you will not be needing any of those clothes anymore?"

"Apparently not." Harry looked down at his clothing, he looked pathetic. "What's happened to me? Why am I like this?" Harry blurted out; obviously the Potions Master knew something that he wasn't privy to.

"Now is not the time for questions Potter. We must reach a secure location. Grab your invisibility cloak and follow me." Snape pointed his wand at the trunk; it flew into the air and promptly disappeared. "Hurry up now boy and be quiet."

Harry followed silently behind Snape, he didn't know what was going on but he needed answers. Snape had them, he could tell but he didn't trust the man. However, he knew Dumbledore did and for now that was going to have to be good enough for him. Snape led him out of the house, after casting an invisibility charm on himself and giving Harry directions about where to meet up with him. They were going to be using a portkey, to where? He wasn't quite sure yet.

"Potter." The quietest whisper reached up to his small ears, Harry seen a thumbtack rise into the air. He took a deep breath and put a finger onto the small object. It wasn't longer before he felt the familiar pull behind his naval.

With that, Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived and Savior of the wizarding world disappeared in a flash from his home in Privet Drive. The last traces of him gone. And somewhere else in the world, Rosalie Isabella Prince appeared.

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AN: HEY GUYS, THIS IS MY FIRST FANFICTION. HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT, PLEASE READ AND REVIEW. HOPE TO HAVE THE NEXT CHAPTER OUT SOON! –ROSALIE-PRINCE