Chapter 4: Hogwarts

AN: thank you everyone for your support, also to Symphony of The Sirens as I have said before this isn't going to be a girlHarry story, however there will be times when Harry decides to be girl not because he is turning into a girl, but because he is a hermaphrodite and therefore is both male and female, additionally thank you to mumimeanjudy for the spelling correction, I'll try not to make that mistake in the future. Oh and by the way, whilst Harry is still dressed like a girl I'm going to call Harry a she, but when Harry's a boy again he goes back to being a he.


Harry strolled through the campsite a big grin plastered across her face, her silver curls bouncing behind her as she walked. Celebrations were going on all around her, but Harry wasn't just celebrating the World Cup she had so much more to be happy about. People smiled back at Harry as she pasted, especially men and Harry thoroughly enjoyed the attention, although her thoughts were still solely on Draco Malfoy. Harry would never have considered approaching the blond wizard to start anything but a fight before this point

Then a scream and a loud explosion came from somewhere to Harry's left, people screamed and started running in every direction possible. A stab of pain shot through Harry's forehead as a mass of hood and cloaked figures appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. The hooded figures started setting fire to the campsite, and in the distance Harry could see spells being fired at people. Harry knew she should be running like everyone else, but she found herself stumbling out of people's way, unable to steady herself. As she fell to the ground a hand reached out, it pulled Harry with it, adn for a moment Harry resisted, but then she turned to see Sonya pulling her to her feet.

For a moment Harry wasn't sure if she should go with the older Veela, but then a large explosion destroyed the tent next to them and then Harry quickly followed Sonya. She led Harry to a tall silver statue. There were already several Veela women gathering around the statue, they all looked very young, apart from Sonya, but it didn't take long for many more Veela to appear and some were older, although Harry could tell that they were mothers and sisters bringing younger Veela to the statue.

Without any announcement the women seemed to decided that everyone who was supposed to be there had already arrived and then they all reached for the statue. Harry quickly realised that it was a port key and didn't need the encouragement that Sonya gave him to reach for the hem of the statue's robe. Harry quickly felt the pull of the port key dragging her from he ground, even though this was the second time in only a few days where Harry had experienced travel via port key, she still wasn't quite used to it, and she suspected that she never would be.

She landed in a heap on the floor, and was embarrassed to find that she was the only person who had failed to land on her feet. Most of the Veela women and girls then quickly disappeared via their own different methods of travels, however some stayed to giggle and whisper, and Harry could only hope that that wasn't about her. Although she didn't get much time to think about it as only a few seconds after she landed Sonja dragged her to her feet and then Harry was experiencing an entirely newly unpleasant form of travel. She was spinning so quickly she could only see a red blur before her, and hoped that the red wasn't blood. As the spinning continued it became so much more intense until Harry thought her head was going to explode, then finally just when Harry thought she couldn't possibly take anymore, it stopped, quite suddenly actually, so suddenly that Harry was actually thrown to the ground. This time Sonya didn't help Harry up.

"What was that?" Harry asked as she picked herself up off of the floor, which was now white marble and gleaming under blue moon light. Sonya glanced over at Harry, for a moment she seemed confused then comprehension dawned on her.

"Oh that, it's just how most Veela prefer to travel, it is similar to apparition, similar, although there are differences. When you're older I may teach you." She said quietly. Harry considered mentioning that she didn't ever want to experience that again, and she certainly didn't want to be capable of it.

"So... Where are we, exactly?"

"My home" Sonya replied. Harry had to admit she was a quite impressed, they were standing in an incredibly large white hall, the walls and celling were white marble and glass melting into one another in way that made Harry feel as though she were standing inside a giant crystal. The hall was also filled with dozens of silver statues, they were tall and elegant women, all wearing longing flowing robes and dresses, they reminded Harry of depictions of Ancient Greek Goddesses that Harry had seen in History class, except in the moon light these statues were glowing with a beauty that even an Ancient Greek Goddess would have been envious of, needless to say that Harry herself couldn't help but feel a little jealous to. "Come child... we simply must get you cleaned up... again, are you always this messy?" Harry looked down at herself realised that her formerly pristine white dress was now covered in dirt, it saturated the hem, and was splatted across the skirt and bodice to.

"Sorry" Harry said meekly. Sonya sighed.

"Never mind, come with me child" she said pulling Harry along by the wrist, Harry found herself powerless to resist Sonya, as she dragged Harry to the end of the corridor and then up a large flight of crystal stairs. Harry glanced down at the muddy hem of her dress, which turned out to be a big mistake, as it turned out that the crystal steps where even more translucent than Harry had initially thought, and she was left with a dizzying feeling as she stared all the way down to the floor, she stumbled, for a moment she couldn't shake the irrational thought that the crystal steps would vanish completely and Harry would fall to her death.

Sonya stopped to look at Harry, and then released her hand, after that it seemed Harry was permitted to follow in her own time. Sonya led them up three floors before finally she led them along a crystal balcony, which reminded Harry of an incident at an amusement park with the Dursleys where Duddley had attempted to scare Harry, he and walked the two of them onto a walk of faith and had then begun to just on the glass, and the worst part of it had been that everyone had laughed at Harry for getting scared, although Harry knew that those small hairline fractures on the glass hadn't been there before Duddley. Harry took a deep breath before following Sonya along Sonya's very own private walk of faith. Fortunately for Harry Sonya took the first left along the corridor and headed into a room, that had a floor that was conveniently hidden beneath a thick heavily embroidered carpet. This room appeared to be a sitting room and Harry was quite tempted to stay here as the soft chairs nestled around the wide fire place already stacked up high with wood ready to light, did look so very inviting, but Harry was permitted to stay in that room a moment longer as Sonya was intent that Harry was just to dirty to be allowed on the embroidered carpet. Sonya quickly ushered Harry into another room. A bedroom with a large bed that seemed far too big in Harry's mind, although this wasn't where they were stopping, it as the bedroom had an en suite with a bath which again seemed too over proportioned, somewhat like the public bathrooms at Hogwarts, only this was much nicer.

The bath was five open clam shell, half of their shells were resting on a mountain of pearls, the other halves rested against each other, and in the gap where they didn't quite meet, glass rippled up in a enormous plinth, on which sat five improbably beautiful statues of women. With a flick of her Sonya brought the bath to life, the five women stood up and began to dance together, as soon as their dance began, water started to gush out of the water-like structure beneath them. Sonya began undressing Harry, Harry was about to protest, but one quelling glare from Sonya told her that that wouldn't be a good idea. She helped Harry into the bath, before following Harry into the bath. Sonya's clothes seemed to evaporate off of her as she sank into the water.

"Errr... Sonya..." She glanced at Harry briefly.

"You're not comfortable with nudity are you dear?"

"Erm... No... I mean we had public bathrooms at school, but... they were a lot less... public"

"Silly child, there's nothing to be afraid of," she said as she began to wash her hair.

"How can you be okay with this," Harry said arms flailing. "I mean you barely know me. Sonya laughed.

"Harry we are Veela, that makes us sisters, and believe me child, there is nothing you could need to hide from your fellow sisters" Sonya replied in her ever so musical voice. She swam over to Harry and began to wash her hair for her, at first Harry tried to pull away, but she quickly realised a sort of comfort in Sonya's gentle touch. Sonya carefully washed Harry. By the time she was finished, Harry had been all but lulled to sleep, so Sonya carried her to the bed and then left her to sleep.


The next morning Harry woke up surrounded by deep purple silken sheets. He found that he still wasn't in need of his glasses, but he did need to find some clothes. The room he had been sleeping in was currently empty of other occupants, but Harry still felt an anxious half-embarrassment at his nudity. He quickly darted form cupboard to cupboard, draw to draw. Many were simply filled with expensive looking make up and jewellery, others contained ostentatious floor length ball gowns, and Harry began to wonder if Sonya even knew what jeans were. Finally after much searching Harry managed to locate, a simple white cotton shirt, and a pair of shorts that were clearly meant to be very tight and short, but thankfully they were far too big for Harry, so they didn't look to promiscuous on Harry, although the style did rather remind Harry of stories Duddley and his friends had told Harry about muggle rent boys, (stories that had of course been told as theories about Harry's future career). He couldn't find any shoes, that didn't have heels of at least 4inches. So he wondered downstairs barefoot (it seemed much safer than braving the stairs whilst performing a balancing act on top of a pair of 5inch sequin covered heels that Harry had spotted nestled in the corner of one of the wardrobes in the bedroom).

There was a smell of fresh fruit and warm bread coming from a room somewhere to Harry's left, he found the smell of good food to be rather comforting, so he followed it to it's source. He found the found the source of the aroma and Sonya sitting at a large crystal breakfast table. She scowled and waved Harry over.

"Honestly Harry of all of the lovely dresses I left in that room for you to choose from and you pick that" She said with a disdainful sniff towards Harry's clothing.

"Sonya dresses, being a girl, it's just not very me"

"But you are a girl, why would you want to hide who you really are, and pretend to be something you're not?" She said as she piled various different slices of fruits into a bowl.

"My friends, don't know about me and I don't know... if they would still be my friends if they did."

"And you think that friends who would abandon you so freely are real friends, Harry this isn't some fad that you're into and you're friends aren't, it isn't going to just go away, this is how you are supposed to be"

"Yeah but, they're my friends, and besides, I may be a Veela, and a girl, but that's not nearly all I am, not even close, please Sonya, I need to go home to my friends, to me" She paused for a moment, then sighed.

"Alright, I suppose you may be right, but please, don't ignore your Veela heritage, just to impress your friends"

"I won't I promise."

"Good, now eat your breakfast" she said, pushing the plate of fruit over to Harry. Harry did as he was told, and after breakfast, Sonya returned to him his belongings that Harry had thought had been left behind at the tri-wizard tournament. Then she guided Harry to a large silver fire place that was shaped like thousands of silver flowers entwined around a black marble hearth. Sonya lifted a small purple velvet bag from the top of the mantelpiece, she pulled out a handful of a familiar power. Harry tried to hide his embarrassment as he recalled the last time he used Floo Power just before his second year. "Come now child, if you're so keen to get home then hold out your hand." Harry hesitantly reached out his hand, Sonya carefully dropped the power into his palm. She flicked her wrist and Harry's possessions hopped into the fireplace, Harry carefully stepped in between his things, and then turned to look at Sonya.

"Will I see you again?" A part of him was very afraid to leave Sonya's home, as she seemed to be the only person who was able and willing to tell him what was happening to him.

"Don't worry child, I will find you" Harry smiled in acknowledgement and then said the Burrow as carefully and clearly as he could before dropping the power into the fireplace. As ever traveling Wizard-style proved to be extremely uncomfortable, particularly because Harry seemed to be being beaten to death as he travelled, he was pretty sure that that was just his things hitting him. Finally he fell out of the fireplace at the Burrow.

A woman started screaming, for a moment she was worried that she would start to hit him, but then he realised that the shrill screaming was coming from Mrs Weasley, and then he was only a little worried.

"Harry, where have you been?"

"Mrs Weasley"

"Honestly Harry, do you have any idea how worried we're all been? We've been looking for you for hours" By that point several pairs of Weasley feet had come to she was all the fuss was about, so Harry had an audience. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself young man?"

"Erm... I'm sorry?"

"You bet you're sorry, Ron take him up to your room, and then you're going to stay up there Harry and think about all the worry you've caused us"

"Mum, you do realise that he's not actually one of your sons" Ron said.

"Quiet Ronald just do as you're told" Ron looked awkwardly at Harry before guiding him up the many stairs in the tall thin building.

"Thanks" Harry muttered when he was sure that they were out of Mrs Weasley's ear shot.

"Yeah whatever" Ron muttered back miserably, Harry could tell from his friend's voice tht he hadn't heard the end of this just yet...