Title: Switched Genders

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: Blah blah I don't own Harry Potter, Blah.

Summary: I can't belive it. My dad and I have moved back to England for me to enroll in Hogwarts and "become" a guy! Just so my Quidditch career will be taken seriously! Worst of all, I have a crush on James Potter and can't help but blush when I see him. What if my secret gets out? My name is "Liam" Evans, and I have Switched Genders.

A/N: Teehee I just got this awesome new idea, it popped into my head. Enjoy my slightly twisted story! It will be fabbity fab fab to write. :D

Chapter one

"Tiger-Lily, don't you want your Quidditch career to be taken seriously?"

I frowned, looking down at my shoes. "Yes but...not if it means it has to be this extreme." I looked up at my father who was holding up a Hogwarts uniform in his hands. The only problem was it didn't have the usually skirt with it. It had pants. This wasn't a girl's uniform, but a boy's.

"This, Tiger, is for your own good. Unfortunately, you'll only be taken seriously if you're a male Quidditch pro. I'm just doing the best I can for your hopes and dreams."

I rolled my emerald eyes that I got from my dad. "You know what? You're a loon. A madman."

Mr. Evans broke a grin and stepped forward, giving his one daughter that lived with him (me!) a hug. I rested my head on his shoulder. "But what if mom and Petunia find out?"

He let go of and looked at me, cocking one eyebrow. "We've lived in France for the past six years and they haven't tried contacting us. Do you really think they would try now?"

"Well, now that we're back in England they may..." I hesitated.

Mr. Evans huffed up his chest. "Even if they do which I seriously doubt will happen, I won't tell them about what's happening, Liam."

I looked quizzically at him. "Huh? Liam?"

Dad grinned down at me. "Oh, did I forget to tell you? That's your new name. Now go get packed and try making yourself over into a boy."

I sighed and headed for the bathroom upstairs.

...This isn't real...this can't be happening...why would Dad do this to me? I can't just become a boy, can I? Erlack, that's like being a cross-dresser. Hold on, I don't want to dress like a boy, thus I'm not a cross-dresser. Phew. But still, how can this be happening? Will I be able to hide the fact that I'm a girl?

I stomped into the bathroom off my bedroom and gazed into the mirror.

My parents got divorced when I was 10, so my father and I moved to France, leaving Mom, Petunia and England behind. When I was 11 I found out that I had been accepted at Beauxbatons, a school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was alright there I guess. I mean, I had a bunch of great friends there but it wasn't all that.

Straight, auburn hair flowed down to the middle of my back. I whimpered and pulled out a pair of scissors from the cabinet.

Since I was 5, my main focus in life has been Quidditch. Quidditch, Quidditch, Quidditch. That's all. I played as the Seeker for the team at Beauxbatons, but they don't take Quidditch as seriously there. That's why my dad has made us move back to England for my 6th year of school and has enrolled me at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I don't know how he got me into it. But I'm a wizard, so I guess it's all good.

"Liam. Liam Evans." I sighed and took a breath. "Here it goes..."

I think I'll go for a shag haircut. Maybe so some it will cover my eyes so you won't notice my face so much...stupid dad.

Snip. Snip, snip.

"My hair..." I cried but continued cutting. Snip.

After about ten minutes of cutting, the floor was covered with pieces of auburn hair. A funny feeling bubbled through my stomach as I looked at it there. I looked into the mirror. The haircut wasn't half bad. It was my favorite haircut on a guy; straight, shaggy with a fringe that covered one eye.

I pushed my hair out of my eyes and noticed the makeup on my face.

"Awww, this means I won't be able to wear lippy or mascara anymore." I whined aloud. I rubbed all my makeup off with a wash clothe.

...I don't look like...me. I'm not Lily anymore, I'm Liam...

Looking again in the mirror, I inspected my head. It was so odd looking into the mirror and seeing a whole new person. One thing was good though; I kind of did look like a guy. You would think I was if you were just looking at my head. I gulped.

"Oh sacre bloody bleu. I forgot about my chest." I paused. "What to do about mes petites amis? Well, it's a good thing I'm not big." I shrugged my shoulders and dug around in the drawers of the sink. Finally I found a long roll of a bandage I could tie around my chest. I tried it out and it worked pretty well.

"Ay, Capton'. All three phases of 'Switched Genders' complete." I snorted. "Why the hell did I just say that? It sounds so...so cross-dressy..."

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"Dad, take good care of my clothes and makeup because when I come home I'm WEARING THEM!"

Dad looked around nervously and pretended he didn't hear me. Grr. "Goodbye son! Have fun at Hogwarts!" Dad shouted a little too loudly. He patted me, "Liam" on the back and walked back through the barrier, leaving me by myself in a mob of students rushing to the train.

"Was that supposed to be a joke?" I asked myself as I pulled my luggage after me and got on the Hogwarts Express.

Everything was in place. My long hair was cut into a shaggy hairstyle, not one speck of makeup was on my face and the bandage was strapped around my chest tightly. Ouchies. I was even a little bit taller then most girls, which is a plus.

But now there was a new challenge- friends. As I peered into each compartment there was always a group of friends sitting there.

Where will I sit? I keep searching until I found an empty compartment and took a seat. Sighing, I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes. Maybe this was huge mistake. I know this is a huge-

My thoughts were interrupted when three boys walked into the compartment.

Three ATRACTIVE boys that is! This won't be good...

"Hey" one boy called out as he sat down onto the seat across from me. He had the same haircut as me except that it was brownish with a tint of red in it. His eyes were an appealing amber color, they were so gentle looking. "I've never seen you before. I'm Remus Lupin" He said, his eyes staring at me through his fringe.

I whimpered inwardly and bit my lip to stop me from blushing. Remember! Deep voice Liam, deep voice!

I cleared my throat. "Hey, I'm new. I'm...Liam Evans." Hmmm...that didn't sound too bad!

A gorgeous boy with chocolate brown and messy black hair looked at me. "Hey, I'm James Potter." He then took a seat beside me!! "You'll soon find out that all the girls here drool over me from my charming personality and dazzling looks."

You sure got that right, mate! I didn't know what else to do but laugh...as manly as I could. Man, James Potter had yummy eyes. I think I want to eat them.

The last boy jumped onto James and tackled him. Uh oh, guy-on-guy action. I scooted over some so they wouldn't roll on top of me.

The guy who jumped on James had slightly longish ebony hair and emerald eyes, just like me. He had cute look to him, kind of like a lost puppy. "Prongs, I'm a lot prettier then you are, aren't I Liam?"

Eh? Uh oh. I said the only thing I could think of. "Wrong, I'm prettier then both of you."

James grinned and I just about melted. And my stomach rumbled. Because of his yummy chocolate eyes.

I don't know how this year is going to turn out, or how I'm going to be able to stay away from James and keep my big secret. Let's just see what happens.

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