A Harry Potter slightly crossed insanity fan fiction

Started 24 January 2005
Completed - pending

Last revised 5 October 2007
Reason – minor correction and new chapter

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all associated characters are the property Ms. Rowling's and are used without permission. This fan-fiction isn't intended for commercial use but is rather a tribute to the Harry Potter universe. This fan fiction imports the active and concluding elements (but not the characters or storylines) of the (Japanese Anime) Ranma ½ and Tenchi crossover fan fiction 'The Virus' by Chris Jones (www (dot) Furinkan (dot) net (slash) fanfic (slash) virus.txt ) or FF-net story ID 93246.

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Wandless Magic By Cloud Dreamer

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Chapter Four - Adjustments

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Petunia stepped up to the counter as McGonagall and Filch left Ollivanter's. A short time later as Petunia paid for his new wand, Ollivanter turned to Harry and asked, "Mr. Potter, have you had any problems with your wand in your transition form?"

The question startled Harry and he stuttered, "Well, no, I mean, I don't know since I'm not allowed to do magic over the summer."

The old man chuckled and gestured to the mixed crowd outside, "Do you really think that the Ministry of Magic is even bothering to track underage magic or any other type anymore now that the secrecy laws have been all but abandoned?"

Harry grimaced and mumbled, "I'll bet that they are still keeping track of me despite all this."

Both Ollivanter and Petunia arched eyebrows at this comment. Ollivanter nodded in partial understanding before reaching below the counter and then placing a pitcher of water and an empty glass on the counter before adding, "Any magic done in my store is exempt from any of those rules anyway. Come, lad, let's see if your magical signature has changed enough to require another wand."

Harry sighed and started to pour some water into the glass not even noticing that he changed forms while doing so. Petunia caught her arm as she raised the glass, "Harry," he asked, "How did you change without cold water?"

Puzzled, Harry glanced downward before hesitantly placing the still full glass of water back on the counter and crossing her arms over her chest to confirm this new peculiarity in her life.

"So you are one of the few rare ones that can change with only a thought!" exclaimed Ollivanter.

Harry absently nodded and said, "Yes, I guess." She sighed and then asked as she held her wand out, "What do I need to do to check my wand?"

"Just swish it as you did when you purchased it," was the calm reply.

Harry did so but the result was muted; only a few hesitant sparks resulted. Harry stared at the wand, a slight feeling of terror echoing as she felt unprotected all at once.

Ollivanter nodded as he took the wand and studied it briefly before laying it on the counter and remarking, "Your wand seems to be functioning fine; unfortunately it no longer matches your magical signature in your female form." He briskly rubbed his hands together before going toward the back of the shop muttering, "I wonder." He soon returned with dozen wand boxes in his arms. "Let's see if any of these work."

They didn't. Ollivanter stood there in thought a moment before approaching a locked cabinet. As he opened it up he waved Harry over to him, "Harry, these are some of the strongest wands I've ever made. They are different from the others in that each is made of either a wood or magical core that is so rare that it can be considered almost unique. They are dangerous to test by touching so I want you to hold out your hands and try to focus your magic between your hands and just hold it there. See if any of these wands respond to you."

Harry tentatively held out her hands and waved. She blushed as she recalled Ron's first attempt to levitate a feather. She folded her hands together and closed her eyes as she felt for her magic. She gently teased it up to her palms and then pulled her hands apart. Hearing her uncle gasp behind her, she opened her eyes to see her hands wreathed in greenish flames. The flames were echoed by one of the wands within the cabinet. It was longer and thicker than her old wand and the color was so light to be almost slivery-blond. Its surface was highlighted with faint rainbows that shifted with the light. She grasped the wand and gave it a tentative flick. A rainbow of gentle power washed out of it. In moments most of Ollivanter's was restored and cleaned to like new conditions. "Wow," Harry whispered.

"My word!" exclaimed the ancient man, startled for the first time in a very long time. "The wood is the said to be Ash; specifically from a small branch of the mythical 'world ash tree' otherwise known as Yggdrasil. The core is a feather from Saffron, the Phoenix people god-king, soaked in his own blood, willingly given to my grandfather a thousand years ago; a very powerful combination. It is the wand of a defender, someone who cares for others before themselves."

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Albus sighed as she finished casting the final 'wizard-notice-me-not' spells on the Dursley home. It wouldn't replace the failing blood wards but it was the best she could do to keep the Dursley's safe from Death-eaters. She sighed as she began to pack Harry's belongings, finding an unusual number of hidden objects that responded to her magical call of 'Accio Harry James Potter's belongings'. Harry needed more protection than could be provided here presently and his absence would actually add a measure of safety for the muggle family. She studied the several extra trunks that had burst their way from the attic as well the numerous other items of value that had also come at her summons.

"Here there!" yelled Vernon, "What do you think you are doing? You freaks have contaminated us with your foul diseases now. Be off and take that worthless boy with you!"

The headmistress turned to glare at the pair of grossly overweight females. A moment later a mischievous glint twinkled in her blue eyes and she waved her wand toward them and they were both re-clothed in lacy billowing sundresses including sturdy but appropriate undergarments.

Vernon gasped as the extra strong girdle reshaped her and left barely enough room for her to haltingly breathe.

Albus grinned before she vanished toward Grimwauld place with Harry's shrunken belongings in her pocket. She wasn't sure where Harry would be staying for the summer, but that was a starting point to consider.

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Delores mumbled under her breath, "Drat him! But the Dark Lord has commanded it . . . so first I place an Imperious on the Prime Minister to ensure that American magical aid is blocked; then I find out all he knows about it." She nodded confidently as she placed an invisibility spell on herself.

A few moments later she had reached the desired office and smirked as she noticed that her target was alone for the moment. As she stretched out her arm, wand in hand to cast the spell, a soft 'chuff' broke her movement as she was thrown backwards and became visible again. A small hole had appeared between her eyes while a very large part of the back of her head now decorated the wall.

In moments the office was swarming with uniformed officers, many of them standing defensively about the Prime Minister, weapons in hand; all of them wearing sunglasses and a few bearing wands. He in turn was watching as a middle aged woman wearing sunglasses appeared from beneath an invisibility cloak while she held a silencer equipped handgun in the air, her finger carefully far from the trigger; the badge on her chest prominently displayed.

"Sir," she said, "I interrupted that witch as she was casting a spell on you." She added, "Sir, security protocol now requires . . ." She grinned as she noticed the irritated look cross his face before he reached over and grabbed a half glass of water off the corner of his desk and poured it over himself.

"There!" she grumbled, "Satisfied that I'm not under any control spells?"

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Ginny chuckled as her brother was willingly drug off toward Glad-Rags. He had no idea who the veela girl was but didn't really care knowing how Ron behaved around them. He snickered as he envisioned Ron trying to explain this to Hermione. Shaking his head he started off toward Ollivanter's as he needed to get his wand tested. Bill had explained how sometimes the old wand didn't work for the new form which was why both Bill and Charlie had bought themselves new wands and had offered to get Ron and Ginny new wands if they needed them.

He opened the door to the old wand maker's shop just in time to see this cute redheaded girl wave a white wand and release a rainbow over the shop interior.

Ginny was entranced as he listened to Ollivanter's explanation but he gasped when the girl turned toward him and speared his heart with those glowing green orbs. Not really knowing why he asked, "Harry?"

"Ron?" replied Harry before she paused and studied the redhead before her, "You're not Ron!"

Ginny glowered at Harry.

Harry backed up but then she suddenly grinned and exclaimed, "Ginny, wow, you sure do look a lot like Ron."

Ginny chuckled and said, "You caught on a lot quicker than most of the people we've met have so far." She grinned and added, "Ron's cursed form looks a lot like my birth form too, the two of us are already planning on a few pranks using the fact that we can look like the other and can pass for twins in both genders."

A mischievous thought born of a suppressed crush crossed Ginny's mind and just kept nagging at him. Ginny slowly moved in on Harry until he was just outside the dark auburn haired girl's personal space. "Say, Harry," he began, "can I see your new wand?"

Harry glanced down at the powerful wand hanging from her limp hand, "Sure," she began as she raised her hand and face, "it's really nice . . ." Her voice became muffled as Ginny's lips meshed with hers as he did what he'd dreamed that Harry would eventually do to Ginny in girl form.

Ginny was about to slip Harry some tongue when he sensed a difference. He opened his eyes and swiftly realized that Harry was now male and still stupefied. Ginny had no problems kissing a male Harry but still it did seem a bit awkward doing so while in her male form so he backed off slightly.

Harry just sort of absently grinned and began switching genders every 20 seconds, hiccupping loudly each time. Ginny finally lost patience and leaned into another kiss; adjusting the angle of lip lock with each gender change. About a minute into the kiss, Harry's arms stole around the other redhead. With a final soft 'hic' Harry changed into a girl again and let out a deep sigh; the panic attack apparently over. She leaned back away from Ginny without letting her arms drop, smiled shyly and then leaned in for a quick peck on the lips again before releasing Ginny and stepping back.

Harry grinned mischievously and asked, "So, Ginny, you have a new wand now?"

"No, not yet." He replied, "That's the reason I . . . ah . . ." About this time he noticed Harry's blush and wide grin, and then he realized that the green-eyed neo-girl was looking toward his midsection. "Ah, you! You're awful!" Ginny blushed the color of his hair and lightly slapped Harry's shoulder. With a grin of his own, Ginny retaliated, "I see that you don't need cold water to do 'wandless magic'; pretty talented there!"

Further witty repartee was halted by the chuckles coming from Mr. Ollivanter and Harry's uncle 'P' causing both teens to blush and quickly turn away from each other.

"M . . . Ms Potter, that will be eighty-one galleons for that particular wand," announced Mr. Ollivanter. Harry quickly paid and followed his uncle 'P' out of the store as Ginny began the search for a new wand match.

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Hermione had locked 'himself' in her room for the past week, refusing to be seen by his parents. Food and sanitary needs had been taken care of by sneaking out of the room at night or when the elder Grangers were at work. Once again, Hermione stood in the bathroom glaring at HIS features. He muttered to himself, "If this is what my brother would have looked like, then thank goodness I'm an only child!"

He glared at the visage in the mirror, black eyes, OK; large buck teeth, NOT OK; extremely bushy brown-blond hair that looked almost like an afro, AWFUL! He sighed and stepped into the shower, maybe this time he hoped. A few minutes later and a soft giggle was heard which lapsed into tears of relief.

Hermione bounced down the stairs for dinner for the first time in ten days. She was dressed in extremely feminine garb and glad that that experience was over. She kissed her parents glad to see that they were also in the 'right' genders tonight. It was summer so her father was the chef, doing the manly thing and burning the beast flesh on the outdoor flames and trying to ignore the kidding coming from the females in the family.

Just as the trio was finishing the steaks a sudden and very brief rain shower dampened them. Hermione's parents sat there in shock looking at their child. Hermione's eyes were crossed in pain before he finally gave into desperation and ripped his panties off from beneath the tight skirt.

'I forgot about the water magnet part', Hermione thought to himself, "Welcome to the other half of the magic of Jusenkyo," he grumbled aloud.

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Harry was half dozing as Petunia drove back home. It was the third lap around the block when he came alert and noticed the apprehensive look on uncle P's face. "What's up?" he asked.

"I can't find the house," He warbled nervously; "I know we live somewhere near here."

"Stop at the park," Harry suggested, "I have an idea."

A few moments later, Harry got out of the car and hurried across the street and knocked on Mrs. Figg's door. Dumbledore had left an explanation and instructions with her so Harry quickly returned to his now almost frantic uncle with a mug of hot water.

"Aunt Petunia," Harry softly called. Seeing he had his attention, he explained, "The Headmaster of my school decided to put some special protection wards around your home. Anybody with magic won't be able to see the house. He offered the mug to his neo-uncle.

Petunia stared at the mug of hot water in confusion for a moment before quickly grasping it and pouring it over his head. Tears of relief sprung from her eyes as she could suddenly see her home.

Harry hazarded a slight grin, "Well, I guess that you can be sure it works pretty well now."

Petunia heard the wistfulness in her nephew's voice. She paused and then asked softly, "Why would he do that? How can you stay with us if you can't even find the house?"

Harry sighed, "This is good-bye aunt Petunia. He put up the new wards for the Dursley family protection. The old wards that my mother set up are failing so I can't stay here anymore. The new wards will keep magic away from you, well sort of," he added.

Petunia sighed but in the end she nodded. She watched as Harry took the old shoe that Mrs. Figg offered. She blinked as her nephew whispered an unheard word and simply vanished. She put the car into gear and drove to the home she could now see but somehow she knew that she had lost something she would eventually regret.

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