Hey there people! Okay, I just would like to warn you; until the 21 November, I will be almost un-findable… you see, it's that time of the year were exams have rolled in… usually I don't really give one flying fuck from the next… but, this year my dad made me a deal; I decided that for my birthday [it's on 24 December] I want to have a PC art Tablet… I was even willing to give up the chance for any other presents, even xmas presents - I'm an art nut. My dad said yes… then he made the deal. If my results improve from last terms marks, I will get my gift then, PLUS get another gift! If not, I get only that and only on my actual birthday… I'm hooked. I WANT THAT THING!... so my apologies for my soon to accrue disappearance. What will happen though is I MIGHT pop up every now and then during my study breaks.

Now that that's out of the way; OINWARD!

Chapter Three.

Bobby rushed up the stairs, following the sound of cursing and shattering glass.

When he got to the landing, the boys close behind, he headed towards the bathroom were all the noise seemed to be coming from.

He yanked the door open, only to be thrown back by an invisible force.

"DAD! What the hell?" he saw, for a moment, Harrieta's flushed face before a solid white shield covered the door.

Slightly dazed, he stood and walked up the shield before ponding on it, hard. "What the hell? You let down this shield right now young lady or so god help me-"

He heard a whimper and a strangled "daaad!" before he shut up, an uncomfortable thought entering his mind.

"Oh," he started, ignoring the tense Winchester brothers. "Eeer, baby girl, you need me to call Ellen again?"

He was at that moment remembering another similar time, though then Harrieta had been twelve, and run through the house in all her natural glory to freak out about blood on her underwear. Because she had lived her whole life around men, Bobby had 'forgotten' to mention the girly bits of life. Hell, he hadn't been able to look at Ellen for weeks after that he was so embarrassed.

By the uncomfortable shifting of Dean, he remembered this as well.

"Dad!" was Harrieta's mortified reply, then a pregnant pause. "She can't help me with this… hell she'd freak the hell out." The last part was muttered, and suddenly Bobby was gripping his gun tight again.

"You ain't pregnant are you?" he barked out, mentally thinking that he would string the father up by his balls; from the angry looking brothers, they would do the Same.

"Dad! I am a virgin, thank you very much!" was Harrieta's very angry reply.

"Good, and you better stay that way." He muttered, missing Sam and Deans happy looking smiles. "So what the hell is wrong?"

Another pregnant pause and then Bobby was shocked by a hand shooting through the shield, grabbing him, and pulling him through. He fell to the ground with an 'omf' and then looked up to glare at his daughter, only to jump up and close in; that terrified look meant this was serious.

"Baby girl, what's wrong?" he reached out, to check for any physical harm, but she jumped away.

"i-I don't know how to say this… dad… I… I'm a boy…"

Bobby was silent for a full five minutes. "You're lesbian?" he asked, wondering how in hell that warranted a scream of terror and fear. "Baby girl, there's-"

"Ag, no dad! I'm a BOY! Jesus Christ, here look." And so a heavily blushing Harrieta unwrapped her towel from around her body and-

Bobby hit the floor, dead to the world.

When he came to, his daughter was leaning over him, fully wrapped again and eyes full of concern. "Daddy? You okay?"

Bobby scrambled away from her… him, eyes wide. "What the hell? What did you do to my daughter?"

"Dad, it's me! I swear!" she begged, moving closer, eyes glistening with tears and hurt. "I don't know why, I think it was that old fuck," she started ranting, desperate for him to believe him. "First he said I'm Harry Potter, the 'boy- who – lived' then he shot some blue spell at me-"

"Blue spell?" Bobby cut in, eyes narrowed. He was remembering everything John had told him about 'that' night. And that name, when he had been doing research on the British wizading world after he first got his baby…

Everything suddenly made a whole lot of sense.

"Aw hell." Bobby groaned. "Baby girl, I mean-"

"Don't you dare start treating me as a fucking boy daddy, I was born a girl, and I am a girl."

"Well, that's not true… you see, what this old guy said… after I got you, I looked into this world of yours. That night, the night John saved you, an old guy dropped you off at the house of Petunia Dursley, now Evans, sister of Lily Evans; mother of Harry Potter… this old guy shot some odd spell at the baby. Later, I found a report stating that Petunia Evans, ex-wife of the man who tried to kill you, told the police that her ex-husband had tried to and admitted to trying to kill her nephew, but the man states that… two armed men tried to stop him… baby girl," Bobby fell onto the nickname, ignoring the dawning look of horror on the (now) boys face. "I don't think the old man was lying."

"Oh god." She... He moaned. "I'm a boy… I'm the boy-who-lived… what the hell!" he stood up, pacing the room. "Well, I don't care!" he suddenly stated, a determined look on his face. "Dad, no one can find out that I'm a boy now! No one! Not even Sam and Dean!"

Bobby watched as his kid leaned down and picked up a bra. "Great," Harrieta muttered, "was always near flat chested, now I am flat chested… none of my bras will fit now…"

"What?" Bobby blurted, face red.

"Well dad, since I'm still ganna act like a girl, that means I'm ganna be cross-dressing. Should be fun." he ended sarcastically.

Bobby watched his kid muttering to himself; he had to admit the kid could pull it off. Only thing that seemed to have changed was Harrieta's package. He was still slim, pale, with an overly pretty – at least Bobby thought so, attracted too many boys – face with full lips, small nose and big eyes.

Yeah, the kid could do it.

~888~

Sam and Dean watched as Bobby stumbled out of the shield, red faced and awkward looking.

"So what's up?" Dean demanded.

Bobby looked at him shrewdly before laughing "have a daughter, you'll find out."

This shut the boys up, making them each blush slightly.

As Bobby walked off, muttering about how he was going o drag their dad back from the grave just to kill him again, the brothers walked down to the kitchen, each lost in their own uncomfortable thoughts.

Dean was disturbed by the thoughts he had been having of Harrieta lately – thought that if Bobby knew them, he would most likely loose his balls. – And he couldn't help but notice… notice that way Sammy watched her too… or the way she watched Sammy back.

Sam, meanwhile was thinking the very same thing. Except he had noticed how his brother watched the beautiful witch while she watched him too…

Dean broke the silence first. "You like her… and she likes you…" he stated, leveling a hard look on his brother; he refused to stand in the way of his baby brother's happiness.

Sammy smiled at him, a calculating look in his hazel eyes. "Hmmm, but the thing is, big brother, you like her too… just as much as she likes you." Sam knew it was true, and he knew he would not do anything to hurt his brother… but at the same time, Dean would not let him give her up. So, his mind whispered slyly, why don't you share.

This was a fair idea. He turned to his brother smiling impishly. "you're not going to let me give upon happiness." He started; and the notion was only confirmed by the determined gaze his brother shot him. "but you see, I refuse to let you do that too… so…" he was hedging, hinting and praying that his brother got it; he couldn't say it and risk losing his brother.

"so your saying… lets share?"

He didn't seem disgusted, in fact, Sam could see a look of excitement in his big brothers eyes.

"I'm in if you are." Sam said, moving closer to his older, but shorter, brother. Dammit, he was shit scared right then.

Dean looked at his brother, and then hesitantly pulled the taller male downwards, stopping to see if it was okay, before softly pressing his lips to his baby brother's full kissable lips.

Before the kiss could get any deeper, they were pulled apart by a loud "DADDY" from upstairs.

Bobby stomped past the kitchen doorway – reminding the brothers that what they had just done could get them a scolding from their 'father' figure – muttering about shooting some old guy.

Twenty minutes later Bobby stalked into the kitchen and pulled out his whisky… his good whisky.

Sam was about to comment when a very pretty – but oddly nervous – looking Harrieta walked in, wearing pair of black tights, a black and purple tutu, and a black top and a sleeveless leather vest. Weird but on here it looked hot. Sam kicked Dean to stop him flooding them in drool.

The brothers shared a look, using their super-secret – though anyone can see it, they just for the hell of them can't figure it out – awesome mind communication that was really just twitches and tweaks that the brothers could pick up. They made up their mind; they were going to pursue Harrieta.

Hopefully, they didn't lose their balls.

~888~

Harrieta felt slightly uncomfortable from the stairs his boys were giving him; if he didn't know any better, he'd say they were interested… but no-one who knew his dad was insane enough to pursue him…

Right?

But no; he saw their mind chat – way shorter and easier to say that Super Secrete Mind Control Chat (Sammy's idea) and less laughable that Twitchy Mode Reader (Dean's idea) – and had years ago perfected eavesdropping on that particular mode of communication.

Oh great, he was screwed. Those morons wanted him… no… her, he though sadly. If they ever knew that she was now a he, they'd run for the hills.

Unfortunately for the now sad, nervous, and slightly terrified – okay more than slightly, but could you blame him? – Harrieta Singer, who just so happened to be bloody fucking Harry Potter, and now he didn't notice that BOTH his crushes were agreeing to go after him; logically he should have figured out that said brothers would have to share him, therefore be with each other…

Though, turning into a guy after 16 years of living happily as a girl – with girl bits – then turning into a boy – boy bits – could be slightly distracting…

Okay… *sob* you hate me now don't you! ? ! ? ! I just couldn't get it over 2000 words! Stupid exams stressing me out! [sssh, calm down or you might scare them away before they review!] eep! Sorry! Don't run away! Please reaview *puppy eyes* OH and I'd like to thank my reviewer who gave me cookies… I don't have my phone right now, so I'll thank you properly next chapter! [she loves cookies like she likes-] (I shall not let her tell you what she OR Lisa likes, it's too perverse.) Shut up and have a cookie! [YUM!]

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