The One Who Shifts
Pre-Hogwarts
Chapter 1
THIS IS A ROUGH DRAFT!
Disclaimer:
I do not, I repeat, do NOT own Harry Potter. If I did, I would not be writing this fanfiction.
Summary:
What if, after a beating, Harry Potter, aged 6, male, hears that his aunt would have loved him more, if he was a girl. His magic digs out his Black genes and amplifies his Metamorphmagus ability, from never having to go to a barber, to full blown gender and form change.
Chapter 1
Harry Potter, aged 6, was thrown once again into his cupboard under the stairs, the place he called his room. Even if he was still a child, he knew that normal people were not treated like this, that and his aunt and uncle calling him a Freak to his face every day would clue anybody in. Every time he tried telling the police, they said they would come and yet, they never would. If he told teachers of the beatings he got, they would say they will talk with his guardians about it, yet the next day they would not even remember him talking with them. Even to him, this seemed weird. He got today's beating because he somehow turned the teacher's wig blue. It wasn't even his fault, he couldn't control it after all. His aunt and uncle would tell him not to do these weird things, and yet they would not tell him how to stop doing it. It was really unfair.
A few minutes later, Harry, bleeding a little from the lip and his muscles aching, stood up and listened to the converstation his aunt and uncle were having at the corridor.
"Come on Petunia, we need to get rid of that Freak, did you even hear what he did to that poor teacher?"
"Of course I heard, and even if he is a Freak, you read the letter too. If he is not here, then They will find us. It would have at least been better if he didn't resemble his Freak of a father so much. Or better yet, if he had been a girl. I would have so much better looked after a niece then a nephew."
They talked a bit more and then went to the kitchen to eat. I stayed at mu cupboard, thinking. If I could do weird things, then maybe I could become a girl, then I would be loved more by aunt and uncle and maybe I would not have to do so many cores and get beatings all the time.
While little Harry was thinking, his Magic reacted to his hope and looked for ways it could chance him to a girl. It looked around what to use, and came across the Metamorph genes in the Black family. Harry had a little metamorph talent, just enough to never need a barber, but not a lot. It then amplified those genes and his metamorph genes changed him to a girl. He then proceeded to fall unconscious from all the magic usage.
The next morning, when Harry woke up. He was now a she. She still had her emerald green eyes and black eyes, but now the black hair fell up to his backside. His skin was also paler and softer then it had ever been, all his scars now gone too. She felt a little taller too. She also found out that all of her previous boy pieces had now turned into girl pieces. His voice was also lighter and higher then ever. He put on his clothes and then went and made breakfast for his aunt, uncle and cousin. When his aunt came into the kitchen a fem minutes later, she first screeched and then called for uncle Vernon. He was then screamed at for using the Freak thing and told to get to the car. Uncle Vernon then drove her to an orphanage and filled out all the forms for bringing her here. Uncle Vernon then went away and I was told by Mrs Holler to come with her, and that she was the head of this orphanage and that I have to listen to her, if I want to live here from now on. I got a little room with a bed and a little desk at the end. The next morning when she woke up, she was shocked at where she was. With the unexpected things happening yesterday, she din't really have the time to process what had happened. She had used weird freaky thing to turn herself from a male into a female.
Her time in the Holler Orphanage of London was just starting.