Part One Deleted Scenes:

Showering as a Girl for First Time

"Here you go." Madame Pomfrey gestured to the small bathroom at the back of her office. "Help yourself to the shampoo and soaps. The towels are on the shelf." She told the girl and patted her shoulder kindly. She could see the scared look on Caledonia's face and thought to give a gentle encouragement, "You can't delay the inevitable. Might as well get comfortable with your new body, after all, you're going to be living this way for the rest of your life."

Caledonia sighed and nodded nervously. The mediwitch has left and she stepped into the bathroom, finding it similar to the Dursley's family bathroom. It was slightly larger complete with sink, tub and shower in one and a toilet. True to the woman's words, the towels are indeed on the shelf above the toilet. The whole room was painted in soft color of yellow and blue, bright sunlight streaming in the window next to the shower.

She glanced around and shrugged, peeling the hospital wing gown off her body and swallowed hard. The full-length mirror was next to the sink and she closed her eyes, stepping up to the mirror. Biting her lower lips, she opened her eyes and stared. The girl in the mirror was beautiful, scared and her eyes were wide.

Gasping softly at the completely new person before her, she tilted her head to take in the body figure she had. She was indeed tall at 5 foot five with long ebony hair that shone slightly reddish under the light and she turned her shoulders sideway to see how far down her hair went. It brushed above her buttock and fell in gentle wave. She turned back and ran her hands over her lean arms and down her chest to the small swell of her breasts. It was strange sensation to feel her own breasts.

Not wanting to linger, she ran her hands down to her waist, her flat abdomen had hint of six packs, and she supposed was from all the quidditch she had done before. Her waist flared out to curved hips and she swallowed hard as her eyes landed on her apex of her thighs. No longer had the familiar dangling male part hanged there but a triangular patch of black hair. Her hands shook as she allowed it to fall to her side.

She had to admit she turned into a beautiful young woman and turned her head away, shaking her head. She moved to the toilet and found the urging need to relieve herself. She gaped and stared at the toilet. "Oh crap." She muttered. "How am I supposed to do this?"

Lifting the toilet seat up, she stared at it, wondering how the women relieve themselves. She knew from jokes and conversations that they do not stand up. She rubbed her forehead and stepped up and sat down, straddling the toilet and muttered to herself, "This can't be right." She stood up again, sat down sideway, and shook her head. "How do they do it?"

Biting her lips as she felt the burning sensation of the need to relieve, she stood there, pondering. She didn't want to call the mediwitch back and sighed. "I suppose I'll sit like I did when I poop." She sat down and realized it seemed about right and sighed as she felt her bladder let go and bowed her head down and watched in fascination. "So that's how they do it."

When her bladder was empty, she glanced around, found the toilet papers, took a handful of them, and wondered. "How do I do this?" She asked herself and looked down in between her legs. "I suppose I gotta wipe." She sat back up and squeezed her eyes as she reached down and wiped herself. "Oh that was just weird."

She stood and flushed the toilet and stepped into the shower and turned on the water. The water came down in comfortable hot streams and she sighed, appreciative to feel the warmth all over her skin. It was a relief after the night before and her muscles relaxed. She reached out of the shower and grabbed the wash cloth off the shelf and glanced at the various bottle of soaps lined on the tiny ledge in the shower.

"Huh? Scented soaps… I suppose it wouldn't hurt." She grabbed the bottle and started to sniff each one until she found one she liked lilac and vanilla. Soon, she had scrubbed her body down and moved on washing her hair with shampoo of the same scent.

Stepping out of the shower, she grabbed the towel, dried herself off, and struggled with her long hair, managing to get it stop dripping so much water when she bent over and wrapped the towel around her head. Grousing in frustration, she muttered to herself, "How did they do it?" She found a clean robe and wrapped it around her body.

Standing before the mirror, she wiped the fog clear from the glass and stared at herself. The towel was wrapped and laying limply over her head and she rolled her eyes at herself. She pulled the towel off, grabbed the brush beside the sink, and started to comb.

"Ow!" She winced as the brush hit a snag and grimaced. She grabbed her hair and started violently brush her hair until it was detangled and tears were streaming at the corner of her eyes.

Madame Pomfrey came in the bathroom, seeing Caledonia with tears on her face and holding a hairbrush. "Oh dear," She tittered and went over to her and took the brush. "Come on now, I'll help you." She brushed through Caledonia's hair and smiled. "There you go, beautiful."

"Please." She muttered. "I don't want to hear how beautiful I am now. It is too bizarre. I had a hard time figuring out how to go to the bathroom."

Madame Pomfrey's eyes widened from behind her. "Oh."

Nightmare #1: Severus

Severus groaned as he slumped in his chair before the merry fire in his private chamber. He flicked his wand, a bottle of firewhiskey came to him and he sat, drinking and staring into the flames. He had returned from the hospital wing after learning that his only son had turned into a girl.

"Bloody nightmare for every father," he muttered and peered at the bottle, he had drunk more than half. The burning liquid had burned down his throat and settled in his stomach. He was feeling the effect the alcohol and scowled, his eyelids drooping. He fought to remain awake but the heat from the alcohol and the fire combined was overwhelming and he was out in minutes.

Hours later, he groaned and blinked, feeling stiff from falling asleep in the chair and stood up. He noted that his fire had cooled and was now a burning ember. His eyes flickered to the half-empty bottle on the floor, shining in the dim light and shook his head. "So much for drinking," he muttered, holding a hand to his head, a pounding headache was coming on and he turned, stumbling into his bathroom to search for the hangover potion.

He wearily searched and found the familiar reddish potion and pushed the mirror to shut. He leaned over his sink, one hand holding the potion and another supporting the sink. He brought the potion up to his lip and drank it. He blinked, expecting the bitter taste of the potion but got a sweet flavor instead. He held the bottle up to his eyes, saw it was pale purple, and blinked. His eyes focused and shifted to the glass surface of the mirror and his eyes bugged.

In the reflection, a pale faced woman with large nose and long ebony hair mimicked his action, staring back at him. He stumbled backward, the potion falling out of his hand to smash on the floor and he glanced down, feeling his chest, finding two ample boobs and looked up once again to see the woman in the mirror do the same. Her mouth opened into a large O and a scream rented from her mouth.

He shot up from his chair, panting and glancing around. The fire had dimmed and he patted his chest, relieved to find it flat and quickly felt his crotch, to find he still had his bits and scowled.

"Bloody nightmares!" He shuddered as he stood up and went to his bedroom, eyeing the bathroom warily.

The Antidote was the Choice

Albus Dumbledore looked over his clasped hands from his desk to the three men he had summoned. "Thank you for coming at short notice."

Severus glowered, "I have papers to grade."

Sirius rolled his eyes and smacked the potion master on the shoulder, "loosen up, man. I am sure this is more important than the 'dunderhead' papers."

Remus gave a cough and asked, "What is it you wish to tell the three of us?"

Albus glanced from the two men amusedly to the werewolf and nodded. "Please sit." He gestured to the chairs behind the men and they all sat down. "I've done my own research on the transformation that Harry-Caledonia has gone through recently."

Severus stopped his internal grousing and leaned forward, "Sir? I'm still working on the antidote."

"I know that. However I must implore you to stop on trying to find the antidote."

Sirius frowned and asked, "why? Surely this is not a case of impossibility?"

Dumbledore stood and began to pace behind his desk slowly. "It is an interesting situation that Harry had gotten into. There is indeed an antidote but it requires for the right alignment of the planet, in this case, Mars. But the passing of Mars will not happen again for a thousand years." He paused and glanced to Severus, "Surely, you know this. I believe you already have the antidote for that. However… the true antidote lies within Harry himself."

"What?" Remus asked, "Are you telling us that Harry could've changed back already?"

Severus glanced from his old friend to old mentor, surprised. "Is this true?"

Albus nodded. "If you check again. The potion Harry took wasn't strong enough. He only took a small vial and it would only have lasted a week."

Sirius barked, "You're not pulling our legs, aren't you?"

The ancient wizard shook his head and pushed forward the book on his desk toward them. Severus took it and opened to where it was marked and read. Albus explained, "I found the potion recipe in this book. It is dark art and long lost forgotten. The potion, in order for it to be permanent has to be taken in a larger dose and with fresh nymphadias flower. Flower as in whole, stem, root, leaves, sees and petals in all."

Severus added, "However Harry only took a partial of the half cooked potion with a single petal. So why has he not changed back?"

"Soul magic." Albus replied as he pushed another book toward them.

Sirius took the book and opened it to where it was marked and read, "in extreme case of transformation can happen when the soul long desired it." He looked up to the older wizard, "So you're saying that Harry desired to be a girl?"

Remus took the book from Sirius' hands, read it, and shook his head. "No, Sirius. It is much more complicated than that. The soul magic happens when it see an opportunity and make it works with the heart's desire. I do not believe Harry originally desired to become a girl in this case."

"So what did Harry desired?" Sirius asked as he glanced over to Severus who looked stony.

Severus placed the book he held on the desk and stood up. He turned to meet his friends' eyes and replied, "I believe, it was in his heart that he desired a life different than the one he currently has. A life where he is not the center of attention as Harry Potter."

"That's right." Albus said. "When he transformed, what did you see?"

Severus frowned as he tried to recall. He could clearly see in his mind the whole event as if it were just a mere moment ago. He saw Harry drinking the potion and waited for it to transform him but it didn't immediately as it should have. Then he had bowed over in pain and collapsed. He shook his head and snapped his eyes open. "There was a faint golden glow in his chest, only for a moment and it was gone."

"Sign of soul magic. That's what had happened. Do you have any idea what would supply the idea of gender transformation to be an ideal choice in his mind?" Albus asked.

Severus frowned as he thought hard. "I don't think anything could have supplied… wait." He looked up to the older man's eyes and saw the damned twinkles. "I gave him his mother trunk. There were journals in them and he must have been reading them."

Sirius and Remus had blank looks on their faces. Severus sighed and turned to his friends, "In one of the journal, Lily expressed a desire to have a daughter and wanted to name her Caledonia. That was where Harry had gotten the idea for his… her new name."

Albus sat down and folded his hands on the desk, "there's that. Harry Potter is gone."

Sirius stood up and barked, "Wait a minute! What of the Dark Lord? The prophecy?"

Severus turned to Albus. "Well?"

Remus stroked his scraggy chin, "You know more than you let on, damned old fool."

Albus chuckled and inclined his head. "The prophecy did indeed say something about this. It had befuddled me for the longest time after Lily's death. Severus, care to recite it to your friends?"

Severus growled and recited it anyway, "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh months dies and the Dark Lord will mark him as equal, but she will have the power the Dark Lord knows not."

Sirius and Remus gaped and looked at each other. Severus turned and slumped in his seat, scowling. Albus peered over his steepled fingers at the three men and asked softly, "now do you see why Harry's transformation was more of a soul magic than anything else?"

Sirius whistled as he sat back, "that's deep. So, in the end, Harry was gay and Caledonia isn't?"

Remus gave Sirius an appalled look while Severus gave him disbelieving look while Albus laughed.

Caledonia's Prank on Slytherin Dungeon

"You're absolutely sure it will work?" Caledonia asked as she looked at the small box in her hand.

Fred looked over to his brother above Caledonia's head and grinned. "Absolutely. It's a specialty of ours. We need a test trial."

George laughed, "And you of all the Slytherin come to us for a good prank, that's something new."

Caledonia rolled her eyes. "Don't get too friendly with me boys. This is just a business. I do my part and you do your part. We're all happy in the end."

"Sure thing, honey." Fred grinned as he stepped out of the hidden alcove where the three of them had huddled together. He was surprised to get a letter from Caledonia earlier saying she needed a big prank to put in the Slytherin dungeon and told that the twins were the people she needed to see.

"Let us know how it works tomorrow." George told her as he followed his brother, glancing around to see if there were any witness. They found none.

Caledonia smirked at them. "Same time, same place tomorrow night." She told them and left the alcove, walking down the dungeon, inspecting the small nondescript box in her hand.

She entered the common room of the Slytherin room and went up to her room and laid in her bed with the curtain closed, waiting until it was time. She needed to leave for good couple of hours without anyone noticing she was gone. The Slytherins, she had learned, had eyes and ears everywhere.

She amused herself by reading a book, finished her potion homework, and idly practiced some charms above her head. Then she heard the clock strike nine times and knew it was time. She then pulled out the invisibility cloak from under her pillow, swished it around her body, and cast a silencing charm on herself. She left her bed quietly, leaving the curtains around it drawn in pretense that she was still in her bed sleeping.

Stepping into the common room, she glanced around. Most of the first and second years were gone, having gone to bed. Few third and fourth were milling around and few of the older kids were dotted through the common room. She moved silently around the room, placing couple of WWW fireworks in places and then moved to the center of the room, placing the box down on the table among the books. Everything went unnoticed and she smirked, making her way toward the exit.

Turning around, she waved her wand, setting off the first batch of the firework and watched the display. The firework went off, scaring the Slytherins out of their wits. She bit her lips as she watched the male curses and female shriek in surprise. The smoke from the firework was filling up the room, causing a haze and then she waved her wand toward the box in the center.

Caledonia gaped in surprise as she watched the scene unfold before her eyes. A small tropical like forest grew in the center and water began to pour from a small cliff, overflowing the ground around them, filling up with water. Surprised scream rose around the room and more fireworks were being set off.

She giggled quietly as she watched Draco looking furious as he went around the room, soaked to his knees, his hands looking singed and his face full of sooty smudges. He was screaming and cursing. "Who the hell did that? Someone's going to pay for letting Weasley in here!" He was pointing to few younger Slytherins, "Did you idiots let them in?" He turned to Crabbe and Goyle, "Find them! They must still be here!" He screamed and ranted.

She giggled and stepped aside as she saw her father enter the room and slipped behind him before the door closed. She could hear him bellow for silence and with deadly voice, asking what was happening. She could hear Draco reply, "Someone let the Weasley in! This is their work!"

Laughing to herself all the way, she made to her destination to meet with Hermione.

PMS

Caledonia grumbled and growled as she dropped her head on the desk and remained for a few seconds before gripping the parchment in front of her and crumpled it up, ripping and snarling as she went at it before throwing the pieces all around her. She then pulled out another parchment and started to scribble few lines before whining softly under her breath and snarling once again, crumpling the paper before ripping it apart.

This went on for few more parchments within span of five minutes. Severus looked up from his stirring of a potion and watched as his daughter reduced herself to a snarling, sniping, whining beast. His eyebrow rose when she finally threw her hands up in the air, then throwing her head down on the desk once more, going still. His jaw dropped slightly as he heard soft sniffling and crying. He gave a soft exhale, swished his wand to pause his potion, and marked his book before striding across the private lab to where his daughter sat at the desk on the other end of the room.

"Caledonia?" He stood by her, looking down at her.

She turned her head to lay her cheek on the desk, looking up at her father. He was shocked to see tear-brimmed eyes. Out came was a pitful, "What?"

"What is your problem?"

"I can't think. The homework is too hard."

He narrowed his eyes and glanced at her assignment list and disdainfully replied, "Surely, naming ten magical beasts and their properties for potion is that hard?"

"It's not that." She whined and thumped her head on the desk. "I just can't think."

"One could say you're P.M.S.'ing. Surely not." Severus deadpanned and threw the paper down on the desk. "Get on with it. The sooner you finish your assignment, the sooner you can take your whining self out of my lab."

She snarled under her breath toward the desk where her nose touched. "So much you would know!"

He noticed then her hands were clenched tightly, her knuckles becoming white and frowned. "Seriously, what is bothering you?"

She shot up in her chair, looking wild and feral, and her eyes teary and her arms wrapped around her abdomen. "It's the cramps! Do I have to spell it out to you!? I got those bloody periods and I can't think when I'm in pain!" She shouted at him.

He took a step back and stared at her. He slowly lifted his hand, began to count the fingers, and muttered to himself before asking, "Since when you have period?"

She rolled her eyes and thumped her head back on the desk, thumping it few times repeatedly before replying, "I got my first one about a month after the transformation… I've been getting them every month since then. Hermione said I'll get used to them. But no! It's worse than the last time!" She gave a high-pitched whine.

He stammered and turned, walking over to his potion store muttering under his breath, "This isn't my area of expertise… damn you, Lily! A daughter is much more trouble than a son!" He came back out from his store and handed Caledonia a potion vial. "Drink this up. I'll have a batch made for you tomorrow."

She took the vial and drank it down, sighing as the potion began its work immediately. "Thanks… sorry."

He waved his hand in dismissal. "Yeah, whatever. Just pack up and go to bed. The essay's due day after tomorrow anyway."

She gave a feeble smile, wiping her face dry of tears and gathered her things and swished her wand to clean up the mess she had made with the papers. "Thank you, good night." She gave him a kiss on the cheek and left.

"Bloody PMS." He muttered as he made his way to his quarter and sat down. He poured himself some firewhiskey, took a shot, and poured another. As the glass came to his lips the second time, he paused as his eyes went wide. "Bloody hell! She can get pregnant for real!"

The Birds and the Bees

Severus glowered. Of all inane things, he thought he never had to do. He was staring down his daughter sitting in the chair next to him as usual for their nightly chats. He recalled what had transpired several days ago in the hallway.

"Severus." He paused on his trek to his classroom in the dungeon to find Minerva McGongall striding up to him. He gave her a look and she ignored it, "I understand this is all new to you. But I believe you need to talk to Caledonia about the fact of life."
Severus nearly groaned. "I don't think that is necessary."

Getting a stern look from the matronly woman, "believe me, with things going on between her and all the boys ogling after her. She's a beautiful young woman and I am sure after the talk you give her, she'll think twice."

Severus grumbled and snapped, "I trust it is not necessary for her to have me talk to her about the so called fact of life. She knows the perspective from both sides. Probably the only being in the entire planet."

Minerva shook her head, "Still, it's your duty as a parent."

It wasn't until Caledonia started to ask a question that made him rethink Minerva's suggestion.

"Why are the boys cornering me all the time?" She had asked unexpectedly after a conversation over who had won in Quidditch ended.

This had stumped him and he glowered. Grumbling under his breath and steeling his nerves, he sat up straighter and asked, "How exactly are they cornering you?"

Caledonia rolled her head to her side to glance at her father, "You know, staking outside my classroom door, catching me and asking me out on dates and things like that."

Severus nodded slowly; he had seen such thing like that happening. He had seen quiet numerous of young males flocking after her in between the classes and during the meal times. Often she would reply and they would leave. However, it never occurred to her that they were actually asking her out. He had seen quiet few Gryffindors and Hufflepuff among the Slytherins and Ravenclaws approaching her. It was as if the house rivalry didn't exist.

"Uhm." He started, "You're a quiet beautiful young lady and it's no question to their desire to go out with a young woman like you."

"Still." She mumbled. "I lost count after forty."

Severus sighed and sat back. "I suppose it time that we have this discussion and get it out of the way."

"What?" She asked, peering over to her father.

"The thing about the bird and the bee."

Caledonia groaned. "Oh! Come on! I already know that!"

Severus' eyebrow rose at this, "Do tell."

She gave him a withering glare, "Come on, I am fifteen. I know the boy stick his thing in the girl and then the girl get pregnant." She shuddered. "Still, why would that be relevant to the boy asking me out?"
Severus rubbed the bridge of his nose and inhaled a deep breath. "It astounds me that you cannot connect the two together."

"What? I'm a virgin and the whole thing is scary. I have enough having the Dark Lord breathing down my neck. I don't get how it is amazing if you kiss someone."

Severus peered over his hand to his daughter, even more shocked to realize how naïve she is about the concept of romance. "Kiss? You've kissed?"

She blushed and nodded. "Yeah, with Cho Chang."

His eyes widened and he stumbled, "But…"

She looked at her father, finding appalled look written on his face. It slowly clicked in her mind. "Oh ew!" She shook her head and waved her hands, "No! She kissed me last year when I was still a boy!"

Sighing in relief, "Oh…"

Caledonia turned her head back to the fireplace and mulled over the subject. It finally dawned on her and her eyes widened and she spat. "Oh gross!"

"Yes?" Severus asked, curious to what had churned in her mind.

"You mean to tell me that the boys are asking me out so they can stick his thing in me!?"

He closed his eyes and dropped his head into his hands. "Never again…" he muttered. "Yes. Can we not have this conversation again?"

She shuddered and stood up. "I agree. Ugh. I can't believe boys would want to do that…. They pee with that thing and… the girls too!" She stormed off, leaving the private study, ending their nightly meeting.

"Unbelievable!" Severus groused as he swished his wand, a glass of firewhiskey appeared in thin air and he drank deeply. "How did she manage to get this far without understanding the pleasure of sex!?"

Girl Talk

Hermione flipped the page of the magazine, sitting cross-legged on her bed while Caledonia was lying belly down next to her, reading her potion book.

After a while, Caledonia rolled to her side and asked, "Hermione." The bushy haired girl hummed in response. "Why do boys want to have sex?"

Hermione paused in her reading and turned her head to her friend with surprise on her face. "What?"

Caledonia sat up and nodded, "Yeah, why? You're smart, maybe you can tell me why."

Hermione closed the magazine, put it down slowly to stall, and pursed her lips in thought on how to approach the subject. "You were a boy, have you ever thought about sex?"

Caledonia shook her head, "No. I had too much going on, you know, trying to live to see tomorrow and all that."

The other girl nodded slowly, "I see. Wow." She murmured and asked, "So, you don't know the whole thing about the fact of life, do you?"

The raven-haired girl rolled her eyes, "Father tried to have that talk with me already. It was embarrassing enough. I just don't get it to why the boys would even want to try. It doesn't sound good at all."

Giggling under her breath, Hermione shook her head. "No Caledonia. I suppose it felt good, which is why they want to try."

"How can it feel good? That tampon thing didn't feel good."

Laughing outright, Hermione took a while trying to stop and catch her breath but failed as she saw the perplexed look on her friend's face. "Oh come on. I have to ask."

"What?" Caledonia was put out and was beginning to regret asking in the first place.

"Have you, as a boy before," Hermione started and blushed, "masturbated?"

Caledonia paled slightly and mumbled. Hermione strained to hear and shook her head. Throwing her hands up in the air in exasperation, Caledonia complained, "yeah, so what?"

"Did it feel good?"

"I guess…"

"Well. Having sex with someone supposedly is better than doing it to yourself. The boys, they are full of hormones that make them go crazy."

"Oh. Good thing I changed into a girl…" Caledonia muttered.

Hermione laughed and fell off the bed as Caledonia swatted her with the pillow in annoyance. She then popped up from the side of the bed, mirth shining in her eyes, "it supposedly feels good for girls too. Have someone in mind? Any boys catching your fancy?"

Caledonia's eyes widened. With new revelation and she thought of all of the boys that had approached her, one stood out and she blushed. Hermione smirked and climbed onto the bed, resuming her position and picked up the magazine. "So there is one."

"Shut up! What about you?" Caledonia asked as she playfully swatted Hermione with the pillow again.

Hermione squealed and ducked. "Not telling!"

"Oh! You think I haven't noticed? The red-head?" Caledonia laughed as she was swatted right off the bed.