So I've gone back and edited the first chapter in a few places as I realised when I read it through that I had made a glaring error. This was only supposed to be a temporary transformation by Rose which she then messed up by accidentally overpowering it and I made it seem like she wanted it to be permanent from the get go.

If you go back and read chapter one again this will make a lot more sense. Either way, I hope you enjoy it. It was a lot of fun to write.

The Potterverse is still JKR's and I'm still working. Damn it.

DtR xx.

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Fortunate Son?

Chapter 2. New Sensations.

Of all the awful happenings that Albus Dumbledore had imagined when he had received the panicked firecall from the Potter household this didn't even make the bottom of the list. He stood in the fireplace of James and Lily's comfortable cottage with a slack jawed, open mouthed expression on his, suddenly not so wise, countenance staring at the frightened faces of Harry Potter and Neville longbttom. Well that's who he assumed they were anyway. It was a little difficult to tell at the moment due to them being a bit tearful and more than a little ... female. He gazed around and his eye fell upon the youngest and most innocent looking person in the room and everybody's prime suspect. Little Rosie Potter. The young girl with the auburn hair and the large eyes shifted uncomfortably under the Headmaster's stern, yet still fairly amused, blue eyed gaze and mentally prepared herself for the coming inquisition.

"So Miss Potter."

"Yes?"

Dumbledore tried not to laugh out loud as both Rose and Harry answered at once. He tried again.

"Rose."

"Yes Headmaster."

"So exactly what spell did you use and where did you find it?"

He watched, amused, as the obviously prepared little witch pulled a copy of Morphing the Unmorphable from behind her and handed it to him with downcast eyes, trying to hide her smirk. She, quite clearly, wasn't in the least bit sorry he thought bringing his attention back to her book. His eyebrows shot up and almost disappeared under his traditional, pointy hat as he read the title before staring in admiration at the girl. He knew that she was clever, he had been keeping a good eye on her since her impressive display of inventive curses against Mister Corner (among others), but if she had managed to cast anything from this book then Rose Potter was more than just clever. This weighty tome was incredibly advanced, Minerva had used this as a reference for her mastery and even he struggled with some of the material in it. Albus leaned forward a little as the girl drew herself up to answer him.

"Um. It was out of this book that I ... um ... borrowed? from the Hogwarts library. I've marked the page for the spell that I used."

The old headmaster smirked at her audacity. Stealing a book from the school was next to impossible but somehow this, increasingly interesting, twelve year old had managed, not only to remove it from the grounds, but had also gotten it out of the restricted section in the first place. As he reached the page for the spell that she had marked he stopped smiling, however, as all his attention was now focused on preventing his jaw from hitting the floor in amazement.

"This was the spell you used?"

"Yes Headmaster."

"The identity spell or morpheus maxima to give it it's proper name is mastery level spelllcasting. It's a very difficult piece of magic young lady. I find myself to be rather ... impressed."

Despite the situation with the boys, Lily and James couldn't help being inexplicably proud of their only daughter. Hopefully their only daughter, that was. Dumbledore was not someone who was easiy impressed. Especially when it came to transfiguration.

"Now then let's see if we can't find a way to fix to it."

Two hours and thirty seven attempts later found the headmaster less impressed and more annoyed. How in Merlin's name had this small girl managed something that had eluded some of the greatest minds in wizarding history since the dawn of magic itself. To effect a change so completely, even down to the genetic level, as she had would have taken the kind of power that he could only dream of having. On his best day Albus Dumbledore wasn't half this good or half this powerful and his brain was struggling to cope with the fact that little Rosie Potter had achieved this feat without putting heself in a coma through magical exhaustion. Or, if her bright eyes and furiously tapping fingers were any indication, without even breaking a sweat. It was incredibly embarrassing for the old man. The girl in question then put all of his fears to rest by piping up.

"Um. Is this a good time to mention the magnification crystal, the blackout and the wards collapsing?"

He mentally face palmed himself. Of course she would use a magnification crystal. They were finicky things at the best of times and you needed to be very careful and very accurate in your calculations. Young Rose had obviously failed in this respect. Granted it was a spectacularly brilliant failure. But a failure nonetheless.

"What level of magnification were you attempting Rose?"

"Well I was going for two ... but ... I may have messed it up. A bit."

"Considering the results Miss Potter I would say that you definitely got your figures wrong."

For the rest of the day Rosie watched sullenly from the corner of the sitting room as her parents and the headmaster attempted to reverse her spell. She was a bit miffed that after all the effort she had put in over the last few months she would have slightly less than a day with her new sisters. It was always meant to be a temporary thing, but not that bloody temporary. After her exhaustive research she had powered the spell just enough to last just through the summer. Well, at least she thought she had. In her perfect world her mum and dad would have patted her on the head, praised her genius, accepted that this situation was only for the summer and moved on. This, however, was about as far from her perfect world as she could get. She had made a mess and now everyone was busy trying to clean it up. Why couldn't they just understand that she simply wanted to have some female friends for a while and leave it alone for a few weeks. She looked at the unhappy occupants of the sofa being poked, prodded and examined, hung her head and huffed in frustration.

To be honest, Rose felt a bit bad for Neville, he really didn't look at all happy with the situation at the moment, but her big brother (currently sister) was an entirely different kettle of fish. Harry had always been an open book to her, his open emotions and facial expressions were just too easy to read and he never hid himself from her. He couldn't have if he tried. That was how she knew that despite the worried looks and seeming nerves that he was giving off (mainly for the benefit of their adult audience she supposed) Harry Potter was actually enjoying the new sensations of being female. It made sense. Harry had always made a much better girl than she had. That was what had given her the idea in the first place. Rose's sister fixation had been going on since she had caught her then nine year old brother playing with her dolls. He was embarrassed of course, but ater some initial awkwardness it had become a regular occurence for the two of them to play together with Rosie's doll collection and her menagerie of stuffed animals. It had made her wonder how much better their games would be if Harry was a real girl and the seed was sown. A seed which had taken almost five years to bear fruit. It was a lot of sodding hard work for one single day of fun.

By dinner time everyone was physically and mentally exhausted and Dumbledore had reached a metaphorical dead end. He was quite simply not powerful enough to reverse this. And if he wasn't then who was? His old friend Nicholas Flamel may have been able to help but he and his wife had, last year, finally decided to move on to the next great adventure. Which left? Nobody. The additional power from the drained war wards along with Rose's magnification error had done the impossible. It had permanently and irrevocably changed the gender of the two youngsters and as much as wished otherwise for these nice people, there was no going back for them now. Giving a tired sigh the old headmaster turned to give the two families the bad news.

"Nothing is working. I'm afraid that Harry and Neville may be stuck like this. Permanently. I am truly sorry but it may be time to start picking out new names for them."

The shock on the faces of her parents and the Longbottoms and especially Nev, was a bit hard to take but Rosie certainly wasn't going to complain. One look at Harry's hope filled expression told her that for the Potter siblings, at least, this was the best possible outcome. She gave an internal little whoop of excitement while keeping her own face schooled to an apologetic and chagrined appearance. Rose would be hard pushed to get to sleep tonight. She was just too happy. Harry's subtle nudge and wink to her as they headed to a subdued dinner didn't exactly help.

This was not the first time that Harry Potter had woken up in the same bed as his best frend, they had grown up together after all, but it was the first time that he had done so with his face between Neville's large, soft breasts. He lifted the covers and pulled his pajama bottoms up and away from his body before taking a long hard look at his groin (just to check, like) only to have his view obstructed by his own chest. Carefully disentangling himself from the other boy (?), eliciting a grumbling murmur from the remaining occupant at the loss of warmth, Harry moved out of the bed and into his sister's en suite bathroom. He quickly stripped off, keeping his eyes firmly shut, turned to where he knew the full length mirror to be and took a deep breath.

"Bloody hell."

He had been rather impressed with his new body the previous night and that had been when it had been covered with a loose robe, but seeing himself naked was a whole diferent matter. His eyes wandered over the lean, firm, taught and toned skin of his impossibly long legs and up to that particular area of a woman that he had only ever seen in those magazines that he had found hidden at the back of his father's closet. Crikey, he thought, as he discovered that nothing really prepares you for seeing the real thing up close and personal. And it didn't get much more personal than this. Tearing his eyes away he continued on up over the soft, flat belly to gaze in admiration at a moderately impressive pair of breasts. They weren't as big as Nev's but they were decently sized and all perky and ... well ... just bloody magnificent really. Harry gave his torso a bit of a shimmy and giggled as his fascinating and hypnotic new favourite toys bounced around. They actually bounced. How cool was that.

"Having fun?"

"Gaaargh. Rosie don't do that."

He snatched a towell and quickly wrapped it around himself as he glared at his little sister. Rose snorted in amusement at his embarrassment and decided that he could probably stand a little more friendly pranking. She gave him an evil grin and skipping through her bedroom and out into the hallway shouted at the top of her voice.

"Mum, mum, I think Harry wants to be stripper now."

In his own personal refuge of his flower garden Harry was starting to calm down a bit. Surprisingly, it wasn't the new appearance that was causing all the stress but rather the reaction of his father. Wait. Scratch that. Her father. Dumbledore's final words to the two gender changed teenagers had been to encourage them to think of themselves in terms of the female pronoun from now on. It made perfect sense to Harry as, for all intents and purposes she was now female. She had proved that beoynd a shadow of a doubt after the fun and extremely thorough examination of her new form in the bathroom this morning. Mum hadn't changed at all and treated the new Harry exactly as she had always done, dad, however, was a different story. He had ignored her as much as he could. Even when it was impossible for him to not interract with Harry, her father stared at his plate while mumbling, absolutely refusing to look up and meet his offspring's eye. It had been more than a little upsettiing and she had escaped to her sanctuary as quickly as she could.

Now here, with her fingers in the earth and the sun on her back, Harry began to feel the stress of that awkward breakfast roll away to be replaced with an atmosphere of almost serene peace. This is who she was, who she had always been. More comfortable in the persence of her flowers than with people. With a few notable exceptions that is. Harry looked up from her work to see her two favourite exceptions to that rule running around in an impromptu game of chase. She smiled at the laughing pair, pleased that Neville appeared to be doing better with her issues over the changes that had given her so much trouble yesterday, but then she was with Rosie and that was enough to brighten anyone's day. Harry's sweet, precious, troublemaking little sister who had given her this wonderful gift. And that's what this was to her. A gift. Gone were the pressures of being the 'Boy who Lived', of having to be the perfect copy of her father and, the thing she was most grateful for, gone was the hated pressure of being the great quidditch star (even dad couldn't argue with her decision to quit that bloody awful sport now). Plus the clothes were really pretty and, damn, but she made them look good. To emphasise this point Harry stood up and gave a twirl making her skirt flare out around her, showing off those stunning long legs. She giggled to herself as the cool air soothed her stiff muscles. Merlin, she was such a girl. But that was kind of the point, she thought, running over to join in the game with Rosie and Nev.

Later that evening Harry was having a relaxing, bubble filled bath, trying to wash away the dirt and the sweat of a hard days gardening as well as the musky odour of her new foxy friends that she had found in the woods, when the door opened and Neville poked her head around the corner. With one hand over her face, covering her eyes she asked hesitantly.

"Can I come in and talk to you?"

"Put your hand down Nev, you've seen me naked before and quite honestly I've embarrassed myself enough today that I dont think anything you see or say is going to make it any worse."

"Cool."

The blonde girl bounced into the room and sat lightly on the closed lid of the toilet. Harry regarded her suddenly nervous friend squirming around, perched on a lavatory seat and thought that this day could not get any weirder. As usual, she was wrong.

"I feel a bit over dressed, I think I'm just going to take these off."

She shook her head as her friend stripped off and sat on the edge of the bath in front of her and cursed her stupid brain. Yeah this was definitely weirder now.

"Was there anything in particular that you wanted to talk about Nev or did you just want to show me your new tits. Not that they aren't lovely mind."

"Mmmmm. They are a pair of absolute smashers aren't they. I mean they're not really my kind of thing you know, at least they weren't before, but still. It's nice to know that I can still turn heads with my awesomely beautiful bod."

Harry sighed as her best friend rambled on about her new physique and let her continue on until the dropping temperature of her bath water began to become an issue. She brought a halt to proceedings by leaning forward and gripping the girl's face between both of her hands.

"Neville. Focus. What. Do. You. Want."

"Oh. Yeah. So I was thinking we should try that kissing thing again."

The first time they had kissed was at the previous Yuletide holiday. Nev had just taken Harry to his room and officially told his best friend that he was gay (which he already knew) and told him that he loved him (which he didn't actually know but had always suspected) and was sitting there all nervous and red faced. Harry hadn't paused for a single second. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that he loved the other boy but he was also aware that he wasn't attracted to him. Bushy haired, bookworm witches were more his thing. Still, he wasn't going to deny the possibility of having a relationship with his friend just because of a small and inconsequential issue like that. So he decided to try an experiment and leaned in to place a soft kiss on Nev's quivering lips. There was nothing. No chemistry, no fireworks, not even the barest hint of a spark. Well not for him anyway. Neville on the other hand looked utterly enraptured. Right up to the point at which Harry had told him of his own non reaction. The sandy haired boy had been upset at first but had understood and frankly, he loved Harry even more for having the balls to at least try it before rejecting his declaration. Strangely their love for each other had actually been strengthened by the whole affair. Albeit platonically.

Right this minute though, one question came leaping to mind. Why now? What had changed since December? Apart from the obvious that is. Then it struck him. Neville was gay. When he was a boy he liked boys, because he was gay. So now that she was a girl, did that mean that she liked girls because she was gay? This line of questioning was leading nowhere fast and was also starting to make her brain hurt again. Harry thought for a moment more before saying to hell with it and rising from the rapidly cooling water, bubbles cascading down her slim form, smirking a little at the soft squeak that her movements elicited from the blonde. It seemed that she might be right about Nev's changing views on the female form after all.

"Fine."

"Fine?"

"Fine. You wanted to kiss. Let's kiss."

"Wow. Way to romance a girl Potter."

"Shut up and come here Longbottom."

As the two newly minted girls came together they only just managed to avoid falling back into the bath tub. This time there good deal more heat in the kiss than their last encounter and Harry was definitely enjoying it more. The feel of a soft, supple body against his equally squishy, if soapy, self made him respond to Nev with a good deal more passion than before as well. It was definitely better. But it still wasn't right. Neville seemed to know this instinctively.

"Still nothing?"

"Well I wouldn't say nothing, but ... "

"So it's still girls for you, just not this girl."

"Yeah. Sorry Nev."

"No no. It's fine. I'll just have to find somebody else to love, I suppose. Doesn't mean we can't practice though. Hmmm?"

"Oh alright. If you must."

After a brief, blushing gin their lips met again, hands tangled in each others hair and their feet scrambled for purchase on the wet, slippery bathroom floor. Someone cleared their throat from the doorway and the surprised girls fell backwards into the bath, the sudden appearance of an audience and the now frigid water cooling their ardour somewhat. At the entrance to the bathroom Lily Potter and Alice Longbottom fell about laughing at their offsprings' highly amusing predicament.

"So I was going to leave this for later but considering that you two are likely going to be stuck like this and having seen that jungle between your legs, Harry, we should probably talk about hygiene."

"Hygiene? What you mean like showering and cleaning your teeth and things?"

"No Harry dear, I mean like depilation, tampons and the correct way to wipe. Oh look Alice they're all embarrassed."

Lily , seeing the look on their faces decided that this was just far too much fun. Apparently Alice agreed.

"Their mothers catch them making out with each other butt naked in a bathroom and they're fine, but mention anything about the correct way to look after their own bodies and they go all squeamish."

"I know. Cute isn't it."

The two former boys thought that it was anything but cute. Especially after their mothers had gone into a very long and, in their opinion, unnecessarily detailed explanation of how their new bodies worked and the best way to avoid infections and the like. Harry felt sick and noticed that her own pallor was reflected in Neville's sweating face.

"Bugger me."

He exclaimed softly. Not softly enough as it turned out.

"Well you can if you like Harry love, but I wouldn't recommend it. As a girl you'll get all of the pain with none of the ... pay off."

"Eeeep."

Harry put her head between her knees and breathed hard to stave off the wave of nausia that had just hit her. She could have happily gone a whole lifetime without knowing that particular fact. Not to mention that she was now wondering exactly how her mum knew so much about it in the first place. The sound of Neville dry heaving into the sink told her that she had taken that little snippet of information even worse than she had. Thankfully it drowned out the cackling laughter of the two older women as they high fived each other.

If there was one thing that had come out of this evening's events it was that life as a girl was going to be an interesting experience if nothing else.

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As usual I write for me but reviews are always nice. They give me warm fuzzy feelings and make my dull, horrible job just that little bit more bearable.

DtR xx.