Chapter 29
The Scar
Author's Note: So begins the first full day Harry is in his girl form. Other than his first scene in this chapter, he'll be in his girl form. I will be using feminine terms for her.
Warning: Discussion of Natural Female Body Development
Recognizable sections of this chapter come directly from Chapter 1 of "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" by J.K. Rowling. I do not take claim to these. Only my own additions.
Thursday, August 28th, 1994
The villagers of Little Hangleton still called it "the Riddle House," even though it had been many years since the Riddle family had lived there. It stood on a hill overlooking the village, some of its windows boarded, tiles missing from its roof, and ivy spreading unchecked over its face. Once a fine-looking manor, and easily the largest and grandest building for miles around, the Riddle House was now damp, derelict, and unoccupied.
Or so they thought.
Inside the derelict, old manor, a great serpent was slithering through the hallways. The serpent was female, and the name her Master had given her was Nagini. Her tongue was flicking in and out of her fanged mouth every few seconds as she sniffed for her next meal. The 'meal' was usually a nice juicy rat. On one occasion a few weeks ago, her master had given her a rather large meal which had kept her sated for many days. Rats did not keep her sated for very long, but she could usually find many hiding around the old manor. Her current path was leading back toward the entrance room of the Manor, where she could find the stairs that would lead her to the next level, where her Master was usually resting in.
As she reached the entrance room, the door to the Manor opened, and she hissed in shock and slithered into the shadows. She looked toward the new arrival, and found that it was her Master's servant who had visited the old manor occasionally. The servant's name was "Junior" – or at least that is what her master referred to him as.
Her Master had been expecting Junior since the previous evening, so he was very late. She decided to search for her meal later – what was about to happen between Master and servant might be entertaining. Besides, the last time Master got very angry with somebody, she had been rewarded which a very large meal.
She slithered from the shadows and proceeded to follow Junior up the steps. Junior must have heard her following him, because he turned and looked at her. She really needed to improve her stealthy slithering. She couldn't see his face very well under the hood he was wearing.
"Come to make sure I go straight to the Master, have you?" Junior asked, with a sneering tone. "I know I was expected last evening. You don't need to remind me."
Nagini flicked her tongue at him in response. He huffed, turned and continued up the stairs. When she reached the next landing, she sped up and slithered past Junior, then made her way into her Master's room before he did. She slithered over to a very comfortable rug – which was her bed – located next to her Master's chair. She raised herself up to look at her Master, and he sneered in his own little smile at her. Her master was an ugly little thing, but as long as he fed her occasionally, she wouldn't eat him.
Probably.
"Master, your servant has returned," Nagini said, in the snake-speaker language, "Will you punish him, for being so late?"
"Perhaps," the Master said, also in the snake-speaker language, "But I will not kill him. He is too useful to me."
"Pity," Nagini said, "I would very much like to eat him. He looks very tasty."
"Perhaps you will, in the future, my pet," the Master spoke, "Perhaps you will. I can sense you are hungry, however. Perhaps I will ask Junior to bring one of the villagers here for you. Would you prefer a youngling, or a mature one?"
"I am not so hungry for a mature one," Nagini said, "A youngling would suit me."
"Then you shall have it, my pet," the Master said.
Nagini flicked her tongue in thanks, just as Junior entered the room. She watched as he walked in front of her Master's chair and knelt down in front of him.
"My deepest apologies for my late return, My Lord," Junior said. "I was preoccupied with the role you have given me."
"I see," the Master hissed, "What news have you brought me? It better be good."
"My apologies, My Lord," Junior said, "Unfortunately, it is not."
"Tell me anyway," the Master said.
"The trials yesterday did not go as we expected," Junior said. "Too much advantage the Light Alliance had over the Dark Alliance. The voting numbers were too great. All the Death Eaters who took part in the Riots – those who survived, anyway – are now in Azkaban. As are a number of your hidden servants who worked in the Ministry. Those who were not sent to Azkaban were fired from the Ministry."
"Tell me the names of those who took part in the Riot," the Master commanded, "those who died, and those who are now in Azkaban with my more faithful servants."
Nagini listened as Junior named many human names she whom she didn't really care about. Though there were a number of dead ones, and she wished she could have feasted on them.
"Marcus Flint, I do not recognize the name," the Master said.
"He is the son of Matheus Flint, one of the dead," Junior said. "Too young to have been in your service so many years ago."
"So my servants were recruiting more numbers?" the Master asked.
"It would appear so, My Lord," Junior said.
"And the names of those who were not sent to Azkaban?" the Master asked.
Junior rattled off more names over the next couple of minutes.
"But there are rumors that they will flee Great Britain now that their identities are known," Junior said. "Do you wish me to contact any of them, Master?"
"And reveal to them the identity of my agent who is a mystery to the Ministry at this very moment?" the Master asked. "What do you think?"
"My Lord, if I am to be a part of your great plan, you need someone here to milk Nagini," Junior said.
"My plans can change, Junior," the Master said, "The riots, and my servants participating in them without my permission has caused a great deal of strife for me. Many, many problems. Seven of my servants are dead, and many more are in Azkaban. Several of whom were part of my Senior Circle, key parts of my plan for when I make my grand return! And now they are far out of my reach... for the time being. They will be searching for the one who cast the Dark Mark – you. I am sure any of those who were lucky enough to avoid Azkaban will be looking for a way to get back in the Ministry's good books. If you go to them, they will only turn you in!"
"You are, of course, right, My Lord," Junior said. "I was mistaken to suggest such a thing."
"You are still very useful to me, Junior," the Master said, "Do remember that. Do not ever become useless to me."
"Never, My Lord," Junior said. "Your will is my command. What do you wish for me to do now?"
"Nagini hungers, Junior," Master said, "Go to the village, take one of the children, and Obliviate their existence from whoever cares for them. Bring them to me. Do not kill anyone. We do not need the Muggle Aurors searching around."
"As you command, My Lord," Junior said.
"Where is my wand, Junior?" the Master asked.
Junior picked up the Master's wand from the table next to the Master's chair and handed it to the Master.
"Perhaps this will remind you never to be late in my presence ever again!" the Master hissed. "CRUCIO!"
Nagini hissed in anticipation as Junior fell to the floor, shaking and writhing in pain. Pity, it was the pain magic. Not the death magic. However, Master did ask Junior to bring her a meal. So maybe she would still see the Death Magic soon. After a minute, her Master let the Curse go, and Junior inhaled and exhaled, gasping and moaning. Nagini even thought Junior might have been laughing a little.
"Get up, Junior!" the Master commanded. "Bring Nagini her meal. Then you will milk her for me!"
"Yes, My Lord," Junior said.
Junior stood, and staggered out of the room.
"Good help is so hard to find these days," The Master said in snake-speak.
"Bad help is fun to watch slither around the floor in pain however," Nagini replied.
The Master cackled in a cold, high-pitched laughter. "That is very true, my pet! Very true!"
The Master cackled again, and Nagini hissed laughter. Her master was happy, so she was happy.
Thursday, August 28th, 1994 – 6:35 AM
A great burst of pain in his forehead, located around his scar – a pain he had not felt over two years – was what woke Harry Potter that Thursday morning. Harry's screams and writhing around in pain was what woke Rose Potter and Hermione Granger that morning.
"Harry!" Hermione shrieked, "Rose! It's Harry – oh, you're awake! Harry! What's wrong?!"
The girls cuddled into Harry and the pain lessened almost completely.
"Fuck, that hurt!" Harry groaned.
"Language, Harry!" Hermione admonished.
"I think we can excuse his language this time, Hermione," Rose said, "Harry, what happened?"
"I just started feeling pain in my forehead," Harry said, as he rubbed the area of his scar.
"Harry, the scar – it is so red!" Hermione said.
"Should I go get Mum and Daddy?!" Rose asked.
"No!" Harry said, quickly, "I-I mean we're naked!"
"So?!" Rose replied, "This is more important! The last time you felt pain there -"
Harry remembered. June of nineteen ninety-one. The evening he, Rose and Hermione had gone after the Philosopher's Stone. They had thought Snape was after it, but it turned out to be the DADA Professor, Quirrel, who was trying to get it.
All during their first year at Hogwarts, they had been investigating what Dumbledore was keeping in the third floor corridor. Their biggest mistake at the time was not telling their parents, or Sirius and Amelia about. They thought they could solve the investigation. Which they did, but they had gotten in trouble for it from their parents. Which was why they had immediately contacted them after the Chamber of Secrets warning had been seen the following Halloween.
That June evening, the trio had gone down the trap door, guarded by Fluffy, a large Cerberus. They solved traps and puzzles, before getting into a room with several Potions, and fire guarding a door. However, the room didn't need to be solved. Harry and Rose knew the Flame-Freezing Charm, and taught it to Hermione. They were all able to use it to get past the room. That was when they found Quirrel. That had been a scary event. Quirrel had Stunned Hermione, and threatened to kill Rose if Harry didn't help him retrieve the Stone from the Mirror of Erised. Harry was able to retrieve the stone, but when he tried to lie to Quirrel, a harsh voice knew he was lying. Quirrel unwrapped the turban he had been wearing, revealing a horrifying second face on the back of his head!
It was Voldemort! Harry's scar had burned in pain that night. Quirrel had tackled Harry, but had forgotten about Rose. She attacked Quirrel with every spell she knew, until she hit him with a burning spell that made him retreat from Harry, and fall onto the floor, then Harry had been choked out by Quirrel. It was at that moment that Albus Dumbledore had come into the room. Quirrel burned up to ash. A great plume of some kind of living smoke came out of Quirrel and escaped the room.
Harry woke up the next morning in the Hospital Wing. Rose and Hermione told him about what happened, and that Rose had burned Quirrel. Then Dumbledore came in. For some reason Dumbledore seemed to think that he – Harry – had burned up Quirrel, because Quirrel couldn't bare to touch him. Harry took the credit, because he didn't want to get Rose in trouble.
Harry remembered the pain he had felt, and it was because of Voldemort.
"- Voldemort was near!" Hermione gasped in realization. "You don't think -"
"No, it isn't that," Harry said, "If Voldemort was here, the wards would sound off alarms. No... I... I think I dreamed of Voldemort."
"What?!" Hermione and Rose squeaked.
'You dreamed of him?!" Rose asked.
"In the dream, it was like I was... slithering around like a snake," Harry said. "No, I was a snake. I remembered Voldemort speaking to the snake."
"Parseltongue," Hermione said, "Snake language."
Harry nodded. He knew what it was called. He could speak it, after all. He was a child the first time he spoke to a snake in the greenhouse at Potter Manor, and it had spoken back to him! Rose had been there with him, and she told him he was just hissing! He told his mother, and she looked so frightened, that it had made him cry. Lily comforted him and explained to both him and Rose what he had been doing. When James came home from work that day, they told him. He explained to Harry and Rose that, while the ability was seen as Dark by a lot of people, it wasn't truly Dark. And it was very useful. But he also explained to Harry that he should keep it secret.
Only a few members of the Great Alliance knew, including the closest of their friends in the Children of the Great Alliance. Daphne knew, because she had been his best friend at the time he told her, and she thought it was really cool. She also thought he would be going into Slytherin, because of it. He wanted to be a Gryffindor. It was something the pair of them argued about a lot before they had gone to Hogwarts.
"You dreamed you were Voldemort's pet?" Rose asked, sceptically.
Harry nodded. "The snake was in a house, and this other entered the house, and I, the snake, followed the man. We went to this room, and Voldemort was there. Except... he looked like... some type of evil baby thing. Horrible. And when he spoke, it came out in a hiss. He spoke to the man... called him Junior. Junior told him about the trials, and the Death Eaters now in Azkaban. Junior also said Voldemort had a great plan for him. He wanted to get one of Voldemort's other servants – those who didn't go to Azkaban yesterday. Were only fired from the Ministry. But Voldemort said whoever Junior went to might turn him in. Junior... he was the one who cast the Dark Mark!"
"Who is this... Junior?" Hermione asked.
"Don't know," Harry said, "Didn't recognize him. Voldemort just called him Junior. Anyway, then... then Voldemort said the snake was hungry, and wanted Junior to go to a village and kidnap a little kid for the snake to eat."
"Merlin!" Hermione gasped, then covered her mouth as her eyes widened.
Harry nodded. "Junior was to Obliviate the memories of the kid from whoever knew them. He couldn't kill anybody, because Voldemort didn't want the authorities finding out. Never heard the name of the village."
"You make it sound like the dream... really happened, Harry," Rose said.
"I... think it did, Rose," Harry said.
"We need to tell your parents," Hermione said. "We need to tell your father before he goes to the Ministry."
"But first," Rose said, smirking, "You have something you need to do, Harry. Now that you're awake that is."
"Before breakfast?" Harry asked.
"Before you leave the room," Rose said. "Dora said you needed to be in your girl-form, from when you wake up, to when you go to bed."
Harry sighed. "Good thing I took a shower last night!"
"You'll take one tonight too, Harry!" Hermione said, then grinned, "As a girl!"
Harry groaned. Rose pointed to the mirror on the wall behind Harry's desk.
"Go Morph, Harry," Rose said, "We already brought your outfit in last night."
Harry sighed. "Yes, bossy."
Rose stuck out her tongue. Harry crawled off the bed, still as naked as he was when he went to sleep.
Thursday, August 28th, 1994 – 7:10 AM
James and Lily Potter were seated at the dining table, with plates of black pudding, poached eggs, and crumpets, and also cups of tea. There was also a jug of orange juice on the table. James was reading the front page of the Daily Prophet – an article by Barnabus Cuffe, detailing the Death Eater trials - when not two, but three teen girls walked into the room. James did a brief double-take when he saw Harry in his – her – girl form.
"Good morning, girls," James said, grinning.
Harry glared playfully at him as she sat down at the table in between Rose and Hermione. Melina appeared a moment later, and snapped her fingers. Three plates of the same breakfast James and Lily were eating, appeared in front of the girls.
"Thank you, Melina," Rose said, "Looks delicious."
Harry and Hermione thanked the elf, who bowed and vanished. As Harry poured herself a glass of orange juice, Hermione whispered into her ear. She frowned and nodded, then turned to her parents.
"There's something I need to tell the two of you," Harry said.
"Having girl problems?" James joked.
Harry glared at her father, none too playfully. So did Lily, Rose and Hermione.
"Daddy, what he – she – has to tell you is no joking matter!" Rose said.
James sighed and folded up his newspaper, and set it beside his plate.
"Alright then," James said, "We're all ears, Harry."
"I had a really horrible nightmare this morning," Harry said, "When it ended, my scar started burning and it was really painful."
"You would have heard him screaming from the bedroom if there weren't silencing charms up," Rose said. "He was screaming and jerking around on the bed so bad, it woke us up."
"Harry," Lily said, "the only other time your scar burned was -"
"When I fought Quirrel and Voldemort a couple years ago," Harry said, "Yes, Mum. Believe me, I know."
"We figured that it would burn whenever he was nearby," Lily said, "Because of whatever connection you have with him, due to that Halloween. Albus has never explained it completely. It is possible he doesn't even understand it all."
"The wards would have alerted me if Voldemort or anyone not listed in the Permission wards was nearby," James said.
"I know that, Dad," Harry said. "I think... I think it burned because... the dream was about him."
"Tell them about the dream, Harry!" Hermione said, in a nigh-on commanding tone.
Harry sighed and dragged her fork through her egg, making the yolk runny. Then she started explaining the dream she had, about the serpent, Voldemort, and some man Voldemort referred to as Junior. James and Lily listened intently, horrified, to the story.
"Voldemort hit Junior with the Cruciatus," Harry said, "And then he started cackling. And that was when I woke up. It was like he was really happy all of a sudden."
"Getting off from the pain of hurting his servant," James muttered.
"James!" Lily admonished.
"Sorry, dear," James said, then sighed. "So do you believe this dream was something that really happened?"
"It certainly felt real," Harry said. "I think Junior – whoever he was – was the one who cast the Dark Mark."
"And Voldemort?" James asked. "Could you see what he looked like?"
"Like a really ugly red baby thing," Harry grimaced. "But if he could hold a wand...?"
James swore. Lily admonished him again, and he waved his hand at her dismissively.
"I've heard of something like this," he said. "It is referred to as a homunculus."
Lily gasped, as did Hermione. Obviously the brunette witch had read about those in some book.
"My goodness," Lily said, looking quite pale, "That's just – well, I could see someone like Voldemort doing it, but – no, that isn't something we need to discuss, especiallyover breakfast."
"I'll talk to Sirius and Amelia about it," James said. "It would certainly pinpoint a few different strategies Voldemort could use to return to a full-bodied form."
"Dad?" Rose asked, "Is it possible to view dreams in a Pensieve? Maybe you could view the whole scene in one."
"Unfortunately not, sweetheart," James said. "I wish it was possible, but dreams and memories are two entirely different things."
"Who do you think 'Junior' is?" Harry asked.
James sighed and shrugged. "I know of two definite Juniors who are or were Death Eaters. There is Thomas Avery, Junior, of course, who was one of those on trial yesterday. But as we all know, he is now in Azkaban. Bartemius Crouch's son, was Bartemius Crouch, Junior. He was with the three Lestranges when they attacked Neville and his parents a couple days after that Halloween. But he died years ago in Azkaban."
"Shortly before his mother did," Lily said, nodding. "That was a difficult time for Crouch. He hasn't really been the same since. Resigned as the Director of the DMLE and took a calmer job in the Department of International Magical Cooperation."
"I'll speak about this to Sirius and Amelia, as well," James said. "Junior is a pretty specific nickname for someone. We'll have to go through the census list of everyone with the same name as their father, who could be referred to as Junior. And you never did get a location in this dream?"
"No," Harry said. "They were definitely in a Manor. Pretty run-down, actually. And the only other mention of a location was a village."
"Well, that could be just about anywhere," James muttered. "Gee, it is almost like – Voldemort feared he was being watched or something. Called his servant only by 'Junior', and never mentioned the nearby village by name."
"What about the – um – child they were planning on kidnapping and feeding to the snake?" Hermione asked, looking frightened.
Harry shook his head. "Junior was ordered to Obliviate anyone who knew the child."
"Voldemort is a Master at Legilimency," James said. "He could look into the child's mind, and see who knew the child – whoever lived inside the village. And then Junior could Obliviate them too. No missing child, no police report. Nothing to link us to a missing child case in a village."
"That poor child," Hermione said, sadly, as her eyes welled up.
Yeah, James thought, And not the first child killed if Voldemort is a homunculus right now. That is a bloody evil ritual to create a homunculus. He shivered, wondering if that was what Bertha Jorkins was used for. "Junior" could impregnate her, and Voldemort could use her baby as the homunculus. James pushed his plate away, glad that he had eaten most of his breakfast.
"Sorry, love," James said, glancing at his wife, "Bad thoughts going through my head."
Lily smiled softly, in understanding, and nodded. James stood up and gave his wife a peck on the lips.
"I am going to Floo Sirius and Amelia," James said. "If they already went to work, then I'm going to head in early. I need to talk to them about this. You girls – that includes you, Harry -" he grinned when Harry huffed, "- have fun during your shopping trip today, and I'll see you tonight."
"Good luck with the Committee," Lily said.
"Thank you, dear," James said.
He kissed the tops of Harry and Rose's heads, then they exchanged farewells and he left the dining room.
Thursday, August 28th, 1994 – 7:25 AM – Girl!Harry
Harry swallowed the bite of crumpet, and washed it down with a gulp of juice. She hadn't been awake for an hour yet, and she was already having a terrible start to what would be around sixteen hours as a girl or so.
Of course, as soon as she had gotten dressed, she had felt the urge to go to the bathroom. She had complained loudly about why she couldn't have had the urge to pee when she looked like a boy! Rose and Hermione played rock-paper-scissors to figure out who would follow Harry to the bathroom and give her 'tips' about going as a girl. Harry had protested during the entire little game, but the girls wouldn't listen to her.
"Harry, you'll either pee all over yourself, or you won't clean up properly!" Hermione said, "Female hygiene is very important. One of us is going with you! Oh... well, it looks like it is me!"
She had lost two out of three rounds of rock-paper-scissors. So she had accompanied Harry to the bathroom, while Rose went to get dressed. It turned out Harry didn't have much trouble after all – well, aside from the fact that cleaning up after herself was awkward. It felt really weird to touch herself down there. Hermione had asked her if she had cleaned herself thoroughly, and Harry jokingly asked her if she wanted to check. Hermione had bit her lip and stared at her for fifteen seconds before she shook her head. Harry had a strange feeling Hermione did want to check... but not for hygienic purposes.
Harry had watched Rose and Hermione getting dressed – which was oddly something she had never actually seen Hermione do before – and with Rose, that had been half a lifetime ago. Whenever they shared a bed, the girls always wore sleeping gowns. She had been amazed when Hermione could put on her bra about twice as fast as she, Harry, could. She hoped she'd be able to get that fast soon enough – she did not miss out on the irony of that thought.
During the brief journey from her bedroom to the dining room, she had a bit of difficulty. Her bedroom was, of course, on the second level of the Manor, so she had to take the stairs to get to the main level. Because of her change in height and weight, she nearly stumbled after misjudging the first step. Rose had joked as she watched her sister descend the steps that she might need to practice going up and down the stairs for a while, because soon enough she'd have to ascend and descend seven levels of moving staircases at Hogwarts. Harry had grimaced at the thought.
As she chewed her food, she thought about the entire conversation that had happened. There was one part that had stuck out – and it wasn't anything to do with Voldemort. It was something her father had joked about.
"Mum?" Harry asked.
"Yes, sweetheart," Lily replied.
"Do you -" Harry paused, blushed and swallowed, trying to get the confidence to ask the question, "Do you think I'm going to go through – er – any female issues at any point while I'm a girl."
Harry blushed again when Rose and Hermione stared at her.
"Sorry," she muttered, "Just wondering..."
"No, it is a really good question," Hermione said, "Now I'm beginning to wonder."
"Remember when Dora did that whole... diagnostic spell where she could see your insides?" Rose asked, "She said you had everything a girl should. She confirmed you could get pregnant."
"If you're completely a girl," Lily said, then sighed, "If you're capable of becoming pregnant, then yeah – you should probably expect girl issues at some point. I do have a theory about that, but I'll have to ask Dora about it – or maybe Madam Pomfrey. My theory is... girls have a time of the month, right? We don't know when yours would be."
"But she'll be a girl twice a week," Hermione said, "So it could happen during one of the weeks per month?"
"It is possible," Lily said, then grimaced, "It is also possible, Harry, that you won't be able to change back while you're having your monthlies."
Harry's eyes widened. "You're joking? Please tell me -"
"I have to run it by Dora and Madam Pomfrey, Harry," Lily said. "But it is possible. I mean – it could be quite dangerous to Morph back into a male while your body is going through that."
Harry groaned and sank into her chair.
"It won't be so bad," Lily said, "The Contraceptive Draught makes a woman's monthly rather tame to be honest."
"You know, I do recall hearing that from Katie Bell when I discussed the Experience with her," Hermione said. "I thought about asking Madam Pomfrey to give me a dose of Contraceptive each month, just to tame my monthlies. But, I – er – didn't want her to get the wrong idea back then."
"Yeah, imagine if blokes heard you were dosed on Contraceptive each month then," Rose said, "They'd have figured you were volunteering already."
"Exactly," Hermione said.
"I really hope you're wrong about that 'being stuck as a girl' thing," Harry said, "But – you and Hermione are always more right than wrong about things."
"I'm going to take that as a compliment, young lady," Lily said, then chuckled when Harry grimaced at the sentiment, "You're going to have to get used to feminine terms, even if it is endearments."
"I know," Harry said, "This is only my second time in recent years as a girl, and even then, on Monday it was for – what – less than two hours?"
"Being a girl isn't so bad, Harry," Hermione said.
"I didn't say it was!" Harry argued, "I'm just saying – how would you feel in my position? I know – brew Polyjuice and turn into me – my male form – for an hour!"
That didn't bring the reaction Harry had hoped for. Hermione bit her lip in thought, and even Rose looked thoughtful.
"I suppose it would be... interesting," Hermione said. "A good learning experience."
"If only for an hour or so," Rose agreed. "It wouldn't be so bad. I've always wanted to know what it feels peeing standing up."
Harry snorted in a very unladylike manner. "Mum, help?"
Lily merely grinned. "Nope. You're on your own with this one, young lady. It was your suggestion."
Harry groaned and sank back into her chair. "Change of subject then. When are we going shopping?"
"I figured we'd leave at ten or so," Lily said. "I'm still considering whether taking you to the Leaky Cauldron via Side-Along Apparation, Harry. I'm not sure I trust you going in a form you're not familiar with. You might end up in Knockturn again, or worse - Whimsic Alley - on your own."
"That was one time!" Harry groaned. "I sneezed when I said Diagon Alley, and I ended up in Borgin and Burke's."
"Yes, and wasn't that fun searching for you," Lily said, "You nearly ended up in a Vanishing Cabinet! Who knows where its partner is at!"
"It was one time, Mum," Harry said, "And by the way, I was hiding from a vampire!"
"I thought it was the Malfoys," Rose said.
"Well, they're as pale as vampires!" Harry said, grinning; she winced when Lily glared at her, "I've made sure to be careful ever since then!"
Lily merely huffed. "You all have five-hundred Galleons each. Try not to spend it all."
"How would we?" Harry asked, "That is a lot of money!"
Lily smirked. "Welcome to the joys of shopping as a witch, Harry. Besides, most of things you'll be buying in Whimsic Alley is pretty expensive on its own. Especially stuff at Madam Amour's. Do you know how much I had to pay for – er – Rose's toy – so I could avoid the copyright charms? And it was custom made!"
Harry blushed. It was the first time she realized the implications behind how much the dildos looked identical to a certain body part of her normal form.
"Wait a minute," she said, "I just realized. Rose, did you tell Mum what I look like – er – you know?"
Rose smirked. "I gave her slip of parchment with the description of how I wanted it custom made, and she took it and showed the people at Madame Amour's."
"And it was already packaged when I bought it," Lily said.
"Oh... well, that's good," Harry said, relieved.
"Though she had to see the toy to copy it – two times," Rose quipped.
Harry groaned, then groaned deeper when Lily blushed as red as her hair. There were some things she just didn't want to know!
Oh, I'm going to have so much fun with Girl!Harry, I just know it.
So now we know what happened during Harry, Rose and Hermione's first year at Hogwarts – at least at the end of it.
I hoped you liked the Nagini, Voldemort and Junior scene. I was trying to write it as carefully as possible, so no important information would be revealed to Harry. Can't have one of the main villains in the story getting discovered too easily now, can we? I've already imprisoned his army!
Next Chapter: James discusses Harry's dream with Sirius and Amelia. Dora visits the Ministry as Isadora Black.
