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SUMMARY: What if Harry Potter was a girl? I know you've probably read something like this before, but not my version. What if she didn't find out until her third year and only told one person; would this change Harry's relationships for better or worse? Who will Harry trust? Is it Dumbledore or Voldemort ? Better yet, which side will she choose? Is her name even Harry? Watch as a female Harry goes through the end of her third year to her last four years at Hogwarts, with the least expected person; with this connection, will their feelings change? Will Ron be Harry's only real friend?
WARNING: Mention of the Dursley's abusiveness, evil Dumbledore, Hermione bashing, etc.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Unless I'm missing something here? I have no problem with putting the two together because love is love and you can't help who you fall in love with!
*In walks Snape with harry standing protectively while having out his wand*
"You, young lady, tell me why is Mr. Potter a girl?" he sneers.
Me: Laughs sheepishly, "Well you see… I like the idea." *backs up out of fear* "And if it makes you feel any better, you don't change and you're her lover!"
"Come again?" he glares menacingly.
Me: "Harry! Do something!"
"Oh. Um... Right." Harry blushes sheepishly, " Sev, stop. I like the idea. Plus you can have me all to yourself..."
Snape looks at Harry, and sighs, "Fine. Pinksamurai doesn't own Harry, I do. She also does not own the characters, but she does however…" Snape glares darkly at me and I cower, "She does own this plot and story line"
Me: Laughs awkwardly, "Ok folks! On with the story!"
Story****
Moments of silence before…
" Why indeed. I'll tell you everything, but just like your terms this must not leave my office" I said gesturing her to sit, and she gladly did so. "You are correct in your assumption that you are being used as a pawn for the war, and yes, you are correct in not trusting the old coot." I pause and was please the boy-girl was actually listening intensively. "Concerning Dumbledore… he is a manipulative old coot that thinks that the world should bow down to him. Has he ever told you anything concerning your family?"
I received a negative.
"Damn old coot. Well, you are a Potter. You are as rich as the Prince (Snape's father was a muggle and his mother a pure blood of the Prince line) and Malfoy lines. If you didn't know then... I paused deep in thought.
"Known what, sir?" I heard her softly ask.
"It's just a hunch but, Dumbledore could be using your money as we speak. And if you don't take steps now in stopping him, then-"
"Then I'm left in the loop,"she said pointing to herself.
Damn it. Those eyes were beautiful hell, she looked wonderful, filled with fire. "Yes, as you so nicely put it. Now then, we need to make sure that everything is accurate, because one false move and it will be our last," I state.
She nods, "I think I know how to take care of my money problem, but how old must I be in order to get it all back?"
"I'm surprised, Potter-"
"Harry," she insisted, locking her eyes firmly with mine.
I sighed, "Harry you won't be able to unless you do one of three things: one, you must marry and have a child; two, you must be seventeen before fall; and three, you must do both."
Silence hung in the air for a moment, and then her reaction was to gape and splutter, "No fair! There's no way I'm doing that because in a way I'll be helping them!"
"And by them you mean: Dumbledore, the ministry, and Voldemort. Who can you trust? Or can you even trust anyone? "I questioned, and silence fell.
She stood up and glared at me, but her glare wasn't focused on me. She looked as though she was about to break and she did. I was lost on what to do. Never have I had to comfort anyone because none would want to do with a spy or the most hated teacher in Hogwarts.
She cried. Hesitantly, I placed my arms around her; not sure if I was doing it correctly, "Shh. Potter calm down."
That didn't work.
"Harry, please calm down," I stroked her hair. Why was I doing this? This is wrong! I shouldn't be comforting her like this! She's a student!
Harry began talking between sobs, "I don't know what to do! I don't want to go back to the Dursley's! I'm always beaten, starved, and treated like a house elf that can't use magic! I can't trust the people that I thought I could! I can't even be myself! I..I...I "she cries in hysterics until she couldn't cry any more.
Was this really Harry Potter? The hero… heroine who follows that old coot like a lost puppy? That hangs on his every word? What does she mean that she doesn't want to go back to her family? That she couldn't be her real self? Does anyone truly know him… her?
My thoughts were cut short as I heard even breathing, and looked down, the girl was asleep. Well… I looked up at the clock, it was well past midnight. I said smiled slightly as I picked her up bridal style, "I am a gentleman, Potter."
What in Merlin? Why does she weigh as light as a feather? It's as if- Her hold tightened as she snuggled closer and I stare-glared, she was invading my personal space. I sighed, as there was nothing that I could do about it. So I headed to my quarters, which had a spare room. Placing her in the extra room, I closed the door; leaving it slightly ajar and headed toward my own, sighing.
What was I to do? There's was no way that I was going to tell the old coot or Voldemort if they didn't know. I sighed once again, and ran my hands through my hair. 'Looks like we'll continue tomorrow,' I thought as I opened my quarters and headed for bed, knowing that when morning came, I would have to deal with snobbish brats yet again.
The next morning when Harry woke up she had a surprised and semi-curious look on her face as she headed into the main room.
"Good you're awake," and she jumped at the sound of my voice.
"Wha-?" she asked dumbly before realization hit her. "Oh! Sorry , Professor I-"
"It's alright, Potter. It's best you go before someone starts looking," She nodded and I took down the wards and charms from last night. "Good day, Potter."
She smiles and I dare say it lit up my dark dungeon office, "Thank you and good day to you too, Professor."
I couldn't help, but smile slightly. This girl was affecting me in some strange kind of way. I placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her lightly towards the door. The moment it was opened, I growled, "I better not catch you in my office again, Potter!"
"Yes, sir" she bowed, and ran towards the Great Hall.
With grace that was fit for a noble, I walked out of the dungeons and into the Great Hall. I headed towards the breakfast table and took my place next to the rest of the staff. However, my focus wasn't on the food that was in front of me, it was on the girl that no one knew was a girl. For merlin's sake! How could anyone not see through the disguise that's placed on her? You would have to be blind, daft, or just plain oblivious to it all to not see it! Thankfully, I was neither. I noticed Albus looking at me, "Yes, Headmaster?"
"Ah, Severus, my boy, are you not hungry?" He asked with that damn twinkle. "No sir, I ate a little before coming down."
"Ah, that's good, my boy. I trust Harry hasn't been too much trouble has he?" He asked smiling.
I looked back down towards the Gryffindor table. "Potter," I sneered with distain, "has a knack of getting into trouble."
He took a thoughtful look," Mm. Yes, you seem to be quite right, the boy always does." He continued on with that damn twinkle, "Come, my boy, follow me."
Not wanting to arouse suspicions, I followed, but not before taking a final look towards Harry, who was looking in my direction. Our eyes met and she quickly went back to chatting with her so-called friends, while I hurried on to catch up with the Headmaster.
"Harry! Come on! We're going to be late!" Hermione urged.
Ron snorted, "As if! Why do we have such a git for potions teacher anyway?" He then stuck some more food onto his plate and then eating proceeded to snarf it all down like a pig from a trough.
"Ew! That's disgusting, Ron!"
Ron shrugged, "So mate, detention with Snape again? "
Harry nodded, "Yeah"
"Awe man! The years almost over with! Why detention now? Of all times!" the red-head whinged.
'Boys will be boys, but can't they not grow up faster?' Hermione glared, "Ron, be quiet."Hermione rolled her eyes, "Now hurry up, you two, or we're going to be late. The bell rings in exactly two minutes!"
Harry sighed and got up, "Come on, Ron. Let's go."
Said boy sulked heavily at the loss of his next course, before getting up and following the two, mumbling about bats and potions.
When Snape walked into the classroom, Harry could just tell that he was pissed. No, that wasn't the right word. Furious? Maybe. But why?
Snape was indeed extremely furious, and proved it as he sneered towards the students "Alright. Get into your groups and one member come and get the ingredients."
Harry was unfortunately paired with Neville
"No! Neville don't!" Harry tried to warn the boy.
Too late the boy already dropped it in. Smoke started to come out of their cauldron and it went from green to a blue to some other colors. It exploded, Harry moved Neville out of the way while everyone else was already out of harm's way.
"Stay where you are! Don't move! Longbottom, you incompetent imbecile, I should have you expelled!" Snape said menacing.
"Professor? " a male student called out.
"Yes Mr. Nickinson?"
"Umm… Harry he's-?"
Snape's eyes widened before they went back to normal. "Potter," he called, there was no answer. Snape, with distain in his features, walked past the desk and looked down. There was Harry, knocked out. Blood oozing from her head, "Thirty points from Gryffindor. Longbottom, come with me."
Swiftly with the flick of his wand, Snape cleaned up the mess, and then picked up the girl. Once out the classroom he summoned a stretcher and placed the girl upon it.
"Longbottom, go in, " Snape ordered and the fearful boy did as he was told, looking at Harry. Snape sympathetically said, "It's unfortunate that you had Longbottom for a partner, Potter."
And with that, he followed Neville to the infirmary.
"Oh my! What happened?" Promfrey immediately began to scan Harry.
"Longbottom," Snape answered monotonely.
"I see." And the medi-witch went straight to work,"Ok. Good. He's not too injured, just a hit to the head." Then she shooed Snape out. Well, she didn't have to, because he was already out the door. "Good. You're at least in good condition. I'll be back soon," she chirped. When she finished, she went to check on Neville, "Well congratulations, you can leave, "she said smiling and shooing the boy out the room, "But, wha-?"
"Go. Don't worry, he's fine."
When Pomfrey finally left the room after saying that Harry wasn't allowed any more visitors, Snape went waltzing in and quietly grabbed a chair to sit next to the girl, "Potter?"
"How long have I been out, Professor?" she questioned him, staring dead into his eyes.
"A few hours. Your friends came by, but you never woke."
"Oh. I see. So no one knows?" She asked no one in particular.
"Potter, care to explain why no one can tell nor see that you are a girl? Not including myself," Snape queried a brow coldly, but not harshly.
Silence fell for a few moments before Harry replied, "I'm not sure."
"You're not sure?" Snape's brow rose as if he believed she'd gone round the bend. How could she not know why? "I'll wait until you have an answer, Potter. Until then, you will be paying a visit to my office once you are better. We have much to discuss. Now get some rest.
He was gone before Harry could protest. She fell asleep just as Pomfrey walked back in. Her dreams were of something that she had just started dreaming about recently. Not Voldemort or her family, but of a previous life…
What will happen next? What did Snape find out and what will he tell Harry? What happens in Harry's dream? This is my first HPSS fic. My inspiration comes from the many fics that I have read. Please leave a review and tell me what you think. What would you like to have happen next? This fic will somewhat follow the books.
I know short chapter and some will be that way so that I can keep the story going!
Jane
