Chapter 2

Harry walked to the end of the driveway putting the hood of his cloak up to hide his girlish features. Gracefully he took his wand out and called the knight bus. In less then 5 seconds it stopped in front of him.

" `Ello and welcome to the knight bus. I'm Stan and-"

Harry shoved the guy all the way into the bus while hopping on.

"What choo do that for?" Stan said looking slightly offended.

"Sorry," Harry spoke softly, "I need to go to St. Mungos immediately. It's an emergency."

"Well all choo did was had to say ma'am." Smiling at him.

Harry had to bite back a remark at the ma'am part. Sighing he took a seat to get there.

"So you know we picked up Harry Potter at the same spot we did you some years ago. Right Erne!"

Harry froze at the sound of his name then realized he hadn't been caught yet. He just ignored the comment.

"Say how do I know your not a death eater in disguise?" Stan said just realizing that the girl in front of him was completely covered not showing anything.

"If I was a death eater I would have killed you by now." Harry said simply.

"Good point."

He just nodded.

Finally the knight bus approached to a stop. "Well 'eres your stop miss. Good luck."

"Thanks," was all she said as she disappeared from Stan's sight.

Wonder who she was? Stan thought. Then shrugged his shoulders and went to pick up another person….

Harry Potter was sitting in a waiting room drumming his long feminine fingers on a chair waiting next to a women with a face of a horse reminding him of his aunt in a weird way. And a man with the body of a walrus sitting on the other side of him strangely reminding of his uncle. Then there was a boy across from him his whole body of that of an blond ape. He couldn't stop himself from chuckling at the irony that all the people in the room reminded him of his relatives. Except the women with the face of an old balding man. The walrus man rudely told him to shut up because he was in the same place as them. While the women with the old face snapped at him asking him what he expected in the waiting room of transformations gone wrong. He quickly stiffed his laugh.

"Harry Potter?" An attendant came out with the look of excitement on her face. Harry scowled having his name said out loud like that. Could this be anymore humiliating? He thought as a blush spread through her cheeks. Pulling his hood down lower he stood up. The attendant looked over him with her eyebrows raised at the cloak covering his whole body.

"Follow me." She said as she turned around and walked away. He frowned as he followed the women feeling the surprised eyes of the others in the waiting room. The women lead him into an examination room then left telling him the healer will come to look at him in a moment. Harry sighed as he took a seat. With in a second the healer was there slightly out of breathe.

"Mr. Potter pleasure." The healer said. Harry scowled as he saw the healer raise his eyebrows to at his cloak. "In order to see what's wrong I need you to take that cloak off sir."

Sighing Harry slid the cloak off him, blushing at the healers intake breath. The healer circled her slowly.

"Well," he said in awe and shock.

"Um..well…interesting…..yes…..well very interesting." Harry fidgeted with his fingers as the healer continued to circle him.

"Well….hmm…..yeah…..well…very inter-"

"YOU ALREADY SAID THAT! JUST DO YOUR JOB AND TURN ME BACK INTO A BOY!" Harry shrieked then winced at his high voice.

"Alright miss! Alright. Just calm down. First tell me what happened."

And so for the next four hours and two healers later Harry got his results.

"Sorry Mr…er…Miss Potter but your stuck as a girl for the rest of you life. It is unfortunately irreversible the potion was indeed mixed in the cookies. From the small piece of cookie you gave us we detected a impossibly strong gender changing potion. This certain potion however is so dark that if you try to change yourself back using magic you will die. I am sorry Miss Potter have a good rest of the day." And with that the healer left as Harry sat there in shock.

No! NO! NO! NO! Why was this happening to him! What was he going to do! What were her friends going to say! Crap what was Hogwarts going to say! That's when Harry realized the world was officially ending.

For the next two hours Harry walked mindlessly in the hospital then picked a random spot and slumped to the floor. What was he…or now she going to do? Where was she going to go? Who sent her those cookies and why?

He couldn't go to Ron's or Hermione's or Sirius's. What other friends did he have that would accept her in her state, while not telling the whole world. Neville. Yes that was the answer he..er…she would go to Neville's and go from there.

Twenty minutes later she found herself at Neville's front step swearing she would never ride the knight buss again after dealing with Stan hitting on her once he saw her with her hood down. It was now 10 in the morning they should be home. She hoped. Pulling up her hood Harry knocked on the door.

After a couple of minutes Mrs. Longbottom opened the door her gaze sharp as she looked at the cloaked girl in black.

"Who are you and what do you want?"

Harry shifted uncomfortably then pulled up her courage and looked at Mrs. Longbottom.

"I am a friend of Neville's and I need to talk to both of you now." She said strongly and confidently.

Mrs. Longbottom looked at her with her eyebrow raised. GOSH WHAT IS UP WITH PEOPLE RAISEING THEIR EYEBROWS AT ME! Harry shrieked mentally.

"How do I know your not a death eater?" The older women asked suspiciously.

So then very loud and clearly Harry did one of the things a death eater would never think of, "VOLDEMORT!"

The old women cringed but nodded her head and let her in. "Keep walking down this hall then take a seat at the last room I'll go get Neville."

Harry nodded and did as she said. Neville's house was not just a house but more like a mansion. It was huge. Taking a seat on one of the old fashion Victorian couches, she slumped back in exhaustion and closed her eyes. Next thing she knew there was a cough and the old lady and Neville filled the room.

"Who are you?" The women said again. But Harry ignored her and looked at Neville, "Listen Neville and listen very closely. Do you know of Anyone that gave Harry Potter cookies for his birthday?"

Neville looked confused. Whatever he expected her to say it wasn't that. "Well um no…. not that I know of. You know Harry? I'm sorry I don't recognize your voice."

"Of course you don't recognize my voice. You want to know why Neville? You want to know why!" Harry said getting upset. Neville gave a sharp nodded looking somewhat frightened.

"I'll tell you why! Because I'm A Bloody GIRL! That's why that's why Neville. I turned into a Feaking girl and now I'm stuck!" Harry yelled on the verge of tears pulling down the hood of her cloak.

Mrs. Longbottom and Neville both gasped in awe at her beauty.

"Wh….who… are you?" Neville stuttered in amazement.

"Who am I? Who am I? I am Harry Freaking Potter! The Boy Who Has The Worst Luck In the World!"

"No." he gasped.

"Yeah… I'm Harry." She said showing her scar that unfortunately she still had. Then from all the exhaustion and all the unfamiliar emotions coursing through him, Harry burst into tears. Neville unknowing what to do just followed instinct and awkwardly rapped his arms around the crying girl who was now crying into his shoulder. They stayed like that for 10 minutes till she fell asleep. Gently he laid her down on the couch while his grandma concurred a blanket and covered the beautiful girl.

"What are we going to do gran?" Neville whispered to the old lady.

"She will stay here. If she is who she says she is then she knows not a thing about being a women. I will teacher. Plus she probably has no where to go, that's why she came here."

"So she will stay." They both looked at the young women sleeping on the couch.

"Yes she will stay." Mrs. Longbottom whispered to herself.