Monstergirl Harry
AN: I'm taking some liberties with Harry's form, and it's inherent abilities.
Chapter 2: Discussions.
Four people were in the Headmasters office, three were seated, while the tallest female was leaning against a wall with her arms crossed since there were no chairs there that would accommodate her wings.
The one not sitting was running names through her head. Harry was a boy's name, and she was no longer a boy.
The partial spider-girl was silent as Dumbledore had told her they will get to her situation after they deal with Harry.
"Harry, do you have any idea of what you have done?" a grave Dumbledore asked.
"I changed into a more powerful, and beautiful species, and one that the very laws of the wizarding world, states has the same rights as humans. Considering how the government loves their traditions, I don't see them invalidating a law pushed through by the founders of Hogwarts, Harry replied evenly, while thinking, Mary, that would be a good first name, and close enough to my original that it would only take a slight adjustment to answer to it.
Dumbledore grit his teeth in anger at the almost flippant response, although he knew the laws that Harry had mentioned were true, and ground out, dropping his grandfatherly persona completely, "I'm talking about the repercussions for the wizarding world! They see you as a hero, and someone to look up to! What if they stop seeing you as such? What if they start seeing you as a future Dark Lady? What about all the girl's dreams your change will crush? Do you even care?"
Hermione looked between the two arguers while waiting to hear Harry's response. She wanted to pitch in about how irresponsible Harry had been to dive into the change without talking to anyone, but she figured the old man would have it in hand. She was shocked when Harry answered.
"I care about any of that... just as much as the wizarding world cared about me when I was being abused by the pieces of shit I lived with," Harry snarled back. "Nobody came to help me. Nobody cared about me, so why should I care about them? You keep talking like I have some obligation to be seen as a paragon of light, but I don't. Show me a single instance of somebody helping me, and I might be convinced to care."
Dumbledore massaged his head and wondered if he had made a mistake somewhere. It was obvious that Harry had issues with being left with the Dursleys, but apparently didn't know the reason for it, so he decided to explain, "I put you at the Dursleys, there were some ancient and powerful protections that could only be set up there."
Harry's eyes narrowed, and said, in a voice dripping with venom, "What? You put me with those scum? I highly doubt whatever protections, if they exist anywhere other than your demented mind was worth what I went through. I will never go back to that house."
Magic is a wonderful thing, and many important things have been done by magic guiding the words and actions of a person to match their intentions... as in the case of Harry's next words, "Their blood is not mine, their home isn't mine, I sever all connections to the Dursley family, so mote it be."
There was a whining sound from a device behind Dumbledore, which then shattered.
Dumbledore's face went pale as he took a glance at the object that shattered, and knew that the blood wards had irrevocably shattered.
"What have you done?" the old man asked horrified. "by making that oath you have destroyed the wards I had set up!"
Harry scoffed and spat to the side, before replying, "they were worthless anyway. They didn't do a thing to protect me from the Dursleys. I will find a place to stay elsewhere myself when school lets out."
Dumbledore looked at the sizzling glob of spit in disgust before he answered, "Harry, I am your magical guardian, so you are under my protection legally, so it is my responsibility to make sure you have a place to go. I will find a place later, and inform you of it."
Harry's patience snapped. She now knew that the man before her had placed her with the Dursleys, and she felt that was the best example of what his 'protection' entailed, and she snarled, "You? Protect me? After I found out that you placed me with them?! If that is your idea of protection, then I would be better off without it! So you can take your so-called protection wrap it around a half foot thick stick of wood, wrap it in barbed wire, and shove it up your ass!"
Dumbledore sat back in his chair as if he had been slapped. He had never had a child speak to him like that. Hell, he hadn't had many adults speak to him like that. He decided to broach the topic later, say in a couple of months to give the neo-girl time to calm down, and so he decided to move onto another topic, "I take it you no longer want to be involved in the muggle world? Your appearance isn't one that can blend in, at all."
Harry sighed, and closed her eyes, and to Dumbledore's astonishment, she began to change. In seconds where there was a dragon girl, there was to all appearances a mostly human girl with the same height and proportions as her new real form. When she opened her eyes and smirked at him, he could only see three parts, beyond the unusual hair color that wouldn't quite fit in, but not enough to disqualify her from going into the muggle world. She had slightly sharper and longer canines, slightly pointed ears, and her eyes were slit when exposed to light.
"I see..." Dumbledore stated blandly.
Harry changed back, and she had a thought for a middle name, Erica, that would be a good middle name. I remember hearing it referred to as another name referring to the flower heather. (EN)
Harry then interrupted before they could move on to the next topic, "Dumbledore, please change my name to Mary Erica Potter please, I need a female name for my new body."
Dumbledore sighed and nodded. He wanted to fight Harry over this, but he needed the girl to be less angry at him before he could. Dumbledore brought up the next topic of the agenda after that, "Mr... Er Ms. Potter, do you know how to undo what Mr. Weasley did to himself?"
Mary rooted through her bag for the ritual book and started flipping through it to the ritual they both used, and reread the section... and the warnings.
"Not according to the book. According to the description of the ritual, in the case of an incomplete transformation, they can redo it to complete the change, after the magic settles, which can take between three and five years depending on how badly they screwed up. Based off of the translation he stole, I would bet closer to five," Mary responded casually.
"May I see?" Dumbledore asked cautiously.
"No, simply because I don't trust you not to destroy it, plus you probably don't know the language. I have a pretty good translation you can have though," Harry responded, and brought out her best translation and handed it over.
Dumbledore flipped through the translation and noted that there wasn't any mention of a reversal. Which means that the book's author either didn't know of one or just didn't think to mention it.
With a sigh, he made to hand it back and was surprised when Marry motioned to him that he could keep it.
Well not too surprised, after all the girl could read the actual book.
"I'm sorry Ms. Weasley, but there is no mention of being able to reverse what you did. I will check with my contacts in the Department of Mysteries, but you shouldn't get your hopes up," the headmaster said sadly.
"You! It was all your fault, you bitch!" Ron shouted as she grabbed her wand and pointed it at Mary, only for Mary to move in and grip the arm, forcing her to point the wand away from her.
"How is it my fault? You stole the notes. You didn't consult the guy who had been studying the ritual for over two months before trying it. So don't blame me," and with that, the dragon-girl took the wand out of the boy's hand and placed it on Dumbledore's desk.
The spider influenced girl glared at the bigger dragon and sat down with her arms crossed over her small bust, and decided that she really needs to get some underwear.
Hermione looked at her former friend, and decided to speak up, "Harry you shouldn't speak to the headmaster like that! He only wants what's best for you!"
Mary looked at the girl in disgust, and bluntly replied, "Who cares what you think? I don't."
The girl backed off as if slapped, and opened her mouth to reply, only to be met with a glare from the taller girl.
Deciding to keep quiet for now, she looked away from the girl, towards her other friend, and vowed to help her find a cure.
"Anything else?" Mary asked the old man.
"No, I will inform the professors of your change, and have you and Ronald moved to the girls' dorm," Dumbledore replied, and then cut Ron off, "Mr. Weasley, you are female until we can change it, so you can't stay in the boys' dorm."
Ron had a mutinous expression but didn't object.
Hermione wanted to object as well, but Dumbledore's reasoning convinced her.
Soon the trio of students walked out of the professor's office, and the man allowed his face to show exactly how angry he was, and he started blasting some of the useless devices he had in his office for just that purpose until he calmed down.
Once he was calm, he started writing the letter he promised young Ronald, and hoped they had a way to change Harry back as well, although he held little hope of that, a ritual willingly done to him/herself and not wanting it reversed is extremely hard for a third party to reverse.
He also started penning a letter to Molly Weasley, so that she would know what had happened to her son, and he explicitly stated it was Ron's fault.
He hoped to prevent her mother from sending a howler.
Too bad Ron had other ideas.
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Ronald Weasley was pissed, she had just suffered through a ritual that turned her into a female freak, and Dumbledore refused to punish the one who did it to her.
So she decided to write to her mother.
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Hermione wasn't looking forward to her new dormmate. Ronald's personal hygiene was questionable at the best of times, and having her like that in her dorms means she'd be smelling that while trying to sleep.
She was wondering when Mary would forgive her, surely Mary would see that she was just telling Dumbledore for her own good, not that it apparently worked.
She wouldn't apologize though. She did think it was a good thing that today was Friday so that everybody would have the weekend to get used to the neo-girls.
Shaking her head, Hermione started looking up air freshening charms.
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Harry was feeling like a bug under a microscope, as she allowed her house to examine her body within reason.
She allowed them to feel her horns, claws, wings, and hair but made it clear that touching anything else would mean broken bones.
As she had demonstrated the male that tried to get fresh.
The reason why was allowing this was because she was curious about how other people think they feel, as her sense of touch in her current form was deadened.
It would take her a while to find someone she was comfortable with to do a more complete examination and comparison of her forms.
Shaking her head, Mary got ready for bed, thankful that the dorms were singles in Ravenclaw.
Tomorrow she would experience one of the biggest annoyances of the wizarding world for the first time...
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End chapter.
And yes I DID mean to leave that sentence incomplete.
EN: I noticed a pattern with Evens females, is that they are named after flowers, but I also feel like Harry would choose a new name close to her old one, so I made the flower name her middle name.
Omake By princess Asuna and edited by me
Ron just knew that book could give him what he wanted power, fame, and adoration! He would finally have everything he always wanted. He just needed to be patient, and wait till Harry left to get his hands on it. It would be a week later he saw his chance, Harry was away from his experiment area to deal with something for McGonagall, and Ron, seeing no better chance went after the book
"Let's see here..." Ron mused aloud quickly scanning the book. "Huh, this looks simple enough... not sure if I am pronouncing these words right in my head, but what could go wrong?" he mused before shrugging, and taking out his wand began to chant the spell. And in the process mispronouncing almost every third or fourth word. The last thing Ron saw before blacking out was a bright flash of light.
Three hours later...
Harry glared at the spider girl on the floor and growled "Get. Up!" she demanded giving the girl a kick. "What the hell were you thinking trying that spell?! It was clearly beyond your freaking skill! Now EVRERYONE in the freaking castle is a monster girl!
I'm personally pleased with my new body, but ninety percent of the schools population is ready to rip you apart, so I would recommend hiding."
Ronda Weasley paled and ran out of the school, never to be seen again.
End Omake.