Chapter 2
Or how Harry accepted his fate and his vagina

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So, let's quit the chit chat and go straight to the story
Poor Harrykins has it rough, but you know, he kinda rocks it in the end.

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The first few months of his new life passed as a blur

He didn't have control of his limbs and his body was embarrassingly needy.

It was spent in few moments of wakefulness and fewer of awareness, between bright and colorful lights, sweet whispers of nothings and soft, warms blankets

At the end of the second month, his vision and hearing started to improve, finally satisfying that need to get some bearings on his surroundings

He opened his eyes as far as they could, taking in the soft pink walls of the room he found himself in, the baby blue bars of his crib and the smiling face of a dark haired man who was smiling softly at him

"Who's my baby girl, eh? Such a precious one, you are!" The man cooed

He slowly blinked, taking in both what he supposed was his father and the fact that he was now a girl

Now, he wasn't really mad at this situation, he was kind of attached to his penis, but nothing extreme, and the mischievous nature that Death had show meant that this was more than likely.

His father was a tall man, with dark eyes, a strong jaw and broad shoulders, but the typical expression of the new father who was putty in the hands of his princess

(Author Note: From now on I'll start calling Harry Ariel and using she instead of he)

Ariel smiled at the man, making grabby hands, trying to convene that she wanted to get up and explore a bit of her new life's specifics

Her father smiled at her again, carefully picking her up

This new position meant that she could finally see the whole of her room, that was a big chamber, filled to the brim with animal plushes, of both mundane animals and magical ones, which meant that her family had magical origins, possibly related to the House of Ogden she remembered from her previous life

"This, little one, is your new room. Obviously your mother had to paint it pink, but if you want we will be able to redecorate it later"
He said, still speaking softly, for which she was thankful, because her eardrums were still tender and loud noises were likely to be extremely uncomfortable

She smiled up at him, gurgling a bit, trying to convene her understanding

"Ah, you are a smart one eh, just like your mother!" He jovially exclaimed, bouncing her slightly on his hip

The door opened and a beautiful blond woman entered, taking in the scene before her, and beaming at them both

"I believe it is time for little Aries for her breastfeeding"

She grimaced, 'that's something I could do without'

The idea of breastfeeding for a 19 years old male had an appeal only if you had that kind of fetish, and Aries didn't

Therefore, while she knew it was unavoidable, she really didn't like it

Months passed between embarrassments, humiliations. Messy, depressing, exciting months, confined in a crib or in the arms of her parents or the few relatives that came by

Aries' favorite was 'Granpa Tiberius', who was the Head of the Ogden family, member of the Neutral Block in the Wizangamot and father of Marcus Tiberius Ogden, her father

He was an extremely smart old man, who held a light in his eyes rivaling that of Dumbledore, and had already picked up on the intelligence held within her, therefore being the one who started filling her in on the family history and situation

The surname Ogden, apparently, derives from an English place name meaning "oak valley," from the Old English ac, "oak", and denu "valley".
Their origins were, therefore, druidic and so was the base of their family magic.

He didn't really started explaining her everything, but alluded to enough for her to pick upon

She was apparently born the 7th of July 1960, which meant two things

First, she was a contemporary of Lily Evans and the Marauders, or this universe's version of them

Second, Good Ol' Tommy Riddle was still alive and kicking, but the First Wizardring War hadn't started yet. He knew from his old life that he made an entrance in the political scenery in the first 70' and started using force in the second part of the decade.

Which meant the she had a lot of planning to do

Yes, she was slowly acquiring more and more control over her body, and her mother Aubrey Julia Fawley, had already understood that at the end of her sixth month of life it was time to start giving her baby food, which while disgusting allowed her to retain a smidgen of pride, but that didn't mean she was allowed any kind of liberty

She had already, somewhat prematurely, said her first words and had began interacting with everyone who was in her sight field.

Aries decided also that while showing a flourishing mind was an important step in being allowed more liberty early on and would cut the questions about her studies and results to the root, she still should enjoy herself

Yes, she missed Ginny, kind and fiery Ginny, Ron and Hermione, her rocks, the brother and sister she had always wanted, and the rest of the Weasleys, but this was the opportunity she had to finally have a legitimate family of her own!

Going with the flow for the time being seemed to be the best thing to do, she had to be careful, giving away too much would mean being carted off to those damned Unspeakables, and she really didn't like the prospect of being a guinea pig

On the other end, she couldn't dumb herself, not again

The mere thought of the Dursleys was enough to give her nightmares about cupboards, too little space, repressed urges

No.

This was her new life and no one would take it away from her.

On the downside, she had to go along with the 'grooming' of the perfect pureblood lady

Oh no. The Ogden family rejected the stupid blood prejudice, after all her great-grandfather was a squib-born of second generation, meaning that the original branch of the family died out and it had been picked up by Aurelius Ogden, great-grandson of the last Head Illiumen Ogden, who had a squib son and grandson

They knew the idiocy of those belief, but still upheld traditions with great reverence

Her mother, on the other hand, was a Fawley, a member of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, and was the one appointed to her education, and while quite liberal in her belief, a twinge of prejudice made itself known every now and then.

Her parents were almost always there with her, they tried to do what the other pureblood families didn't and took responsibility of their child, and didn't charge some midwife to take care of their child until such a time when they were old enough not to be too annoying

Marcus Tiberius Ogden was a professional duelist, one of the best of the International Circuit; he was known for his efficiency on the platform where he ruthlessly defeated every adversary with combination of agility in casting with a wand and a proficiency in wandless shields.
This obviously didn't stop him from being all about his 'princess'

Aubrey Julia Fawley was a trained Healer, whose expertise area revolved around the Mind Arts and its application

As a young woman, she always strived to be independent, both from her partners and family, wanting to affirm that her place in society was, in fact, deserved

Both of them, whilst being born from a rich and high-ranking family made their way into life on their own, and that's what they wanted from their little Aries.

It shouldn't surprise then that they were ecstatic when little Aries started reading at the young age of four (it'd been incredibly boring and difficult to last until then) and requested tutors to learn everything.

Aries was apparently a very precocious child, she didn't interact much with children her age even if she made the token effort not to make her family look bad

The only other child she played with was Richard Dangeworth-Granger, and that was only because he was three year her senior and knew lots of plants. And maybe because, other than the surname, the bossy attitude and the bushy hair remained her a bit of Hermione, and really, who could fault her for a bit of melancholy?!

Still, she was special, they knew it, and while they didn't let her near their wands, both her parents tried their damnest to help her develop her intelligence and magic

She was five when she had her first relevant bout of accidental magic

It happened without much warning, Theodoricus Nott dumped a pitcher of lemonade directly in her face, because she 'refused to refer to him as her better'

Well, her lovely smoky hair that had been braided carefully by her mother, was completely soaked and ruined, so when she felt the rush of magic coursing through her blood she barely managed to stop it to go wild and probably send the little idiot flying away.

It was a strange feeling, it was definitely her magic, not quite there in intensity and absolutely not there in form and control, but it had the bumps and cracks of her core. It probably meant that her specific abilities, like Parseltongue, survived the trip; it required a later study.

She then redirected it to her hair, transfiguring it in a perfect Medusa replica.

"Run, little idiot, run!" She screamed at him, trying her best not to dissolve into giggles

She managed to look terrified and contrived for about two minutes after the adults arrived to see what was the problem before starting to laugh quietly in the crook of her father neck, who was also trying to restrain his laughter

"I'm sure this was a terrible misunderstanding dear Melinda" Exclaimed Aubrey, trying to dissolve the situation while not wanting to admit any kind of wrongdoing from Aries

"Yes yes, you know, children can be quite lively" replied the Nott matron

She then smiled evilly

" It must be such a relief for you two, there were whispers about this little angel being a squib" she said, with such contempt in that single word that no one would doubt her beliefs

The atmosphere plummeted and the elder Ogden rise to their feet and consider the social circle with extreme frostiness
"I believe it is time we take our leave, the attraction of the day have finished"
Marcus said loudly, looking in the eye of the Nott Patriarch, as if daring to say something else about his daughter

No one spoke again and a few minutes later they found themselves in Ogden Manor again

Aries knew that it was no big deal, but having caring parents who were there for her, to protect her from those inbred morons brought a warm feeling to her hearth

It was the next day that she was called by their House-Elf Toppy in the parlor, from both her parents that she allowed herself to think of the social consequences of the previous day

Mindlessly walking through the corridors she berated herself 'If it was only me, I could do whatever I wanted, but I have a family, I need to be careful?

Entering the chamber, she was pointed at the armchair in front of the loveseat where her parents were sitting

Marcus cleared his throat slightly, making her jump to attention, before starting what seemed a thoroughly practiced speech

This was the first moment she thought that her parents were young, not even in the late twenties, and it was painfully obvious that they had little experience in dealing with these situations

" First things first, I want you to know that while you didn't behave perfectly, we both understand where you came from and you are not in trouble"
He chuckled seeing her deflate

"But this doesn't mean we should allow your magic, which appear to be powerful, but not completely under your control, to slip further away; therefore we decided that your magical training, at least in control and form, will begin starting next month"

Fuck Yes

Helloooooooo

Yas it's me

So, we are starting to see a little more action, this was the chapter where Harry/Aries go through her first years, not much to say there

But the magic

Yes, next chappie will be more theoretical on cores and magic itself

A couple more and the she'll be 11

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