Hello all and thank you for reading my fanfiction. This is a story I've wanted to write for a few years now after getting back into the world of lgbtq+ Harry Potter fanfiction. I used to read any story I could find where Harry, by any means possible, became a girl, because that's what I wanted to do. Well, years later I know now that I'm not transgender, but I still have a story I want to tell.

This fanfiction will begin during Prisoner of Azkaban and, I certainly hope, will continue all the way through the end of Deathly Hallows, and maybe even beyond. It will adhere fairly closely to canon, at least the major plot points, with only some minor twisting of events or characters to adapt to Harry's growth. Most of the chapters, at least of this and the next book, will take place in between chapters or different events, but where I need to I will "overwrite" a canon chapter.

The story begins shortly after Harry's first Quidditch game against Hufflepuff, after the loss of his Nimbus, and then will jump forward slightly. I hope you enjoy. I'll do my best to start each chapter with where it falls in the book.

Obviously the wonderful world of Harry Potter, along with all that comes with it are the property of JK Rowling.

Chapter 1:

Practice was terrible. It had been almost a week since Harry lost to Hufflepuff and Wood was pushing the team harder than ever. Both of the Weasley twins had complained loudly that with the holidays between now and their next match, practicing was a waste of time. Harry personally agreed with them, but Wood wouldn't hear any of it. Worst of all for Harry was that without his Nimbus 2000, which had been destroyed by the Whomping Willow, he'd had to choose one of the old school brooms to fly on. Tonight's practice had had him flying an old Shooting Star, which was about as close to his Nimbus as Hagrid was to a fairy princess.

Disgusted and freezing he trooped back up to the castle with the rest of the team after returning the broom to the shed by the pitch and climbed the stairs back to Gryffindor Tower. The Common room was full of students doing their best to finish homework or gossiping about the latest news regarding Sirius Black. Harry saw Ron and Hermione sitting over by a window doing homework, and he waved before climbing the stairs to the boy's dormitory. He was very grateful to find it empty.

Stripping off his wet quidditch robes he knelt down to his trunk to get a fresh uniform out and froze when he opened the lid. There on the top layer of the trunk, where his freshly cleaned robes were always put, was a Gryffindor Girl's Hogwarts uniform. Harry slammed the lid shut so quickly in surprise he caught his thumb on the lip. Swearing loudly and looking around to make that sure that he was really alone he reopened the trunk slowly. Sure enough, that was a girl's uniform. Robes, sweater, shirt and tie, skirt, even the black tights, all neatly folded on top of his normal robes. He had no idea how it had come to be there, and tentatively reached out to pick up the sweater.

"Bloody hell, this is Lavender's" he whispered as he read the tag in the back of the neck. There on the little piece of cloth was "L. Brown. 4th Year, Gryffindor."

Harry's mind was racing. How did Lavender's uniform end up in his trunk? Had the castle made a mistake when it returned the laundry, which Harry still didn't have a clue how that happened, or was this someone's idea of a prank? He quickly checked the rest of the freshly cleaned clothes that had been returned and did find the two sets of robes he had put into the laundry chute the day before under the girl's uniform.

Harry grabbed one of his fresh uniforms and closed the lid to the trunk and locked it, panicking slightly. He dashed to the shower so he could get the grime of quidditch practice off of him and think. He knew he couldn't simply give it back to Lavender, not only would he have to explain how he had gotten it, but also Lavender was one of the biggest gossips in the school. He didn't need her misunderstanding and telling everyone that Harry liked to steal girl's clothes. He could ask Hermione, he thought he toweled his hair dry, but that would still mean a very awkward conversation.

Unbidden from the back of Harry's mind came a memory from when he was young. Years ago, before he'd learned he was a wizard, he had been a small boy who had been given the chore of doing the laundry by his aunt and uncle. He had maybe been seven at the time, so old enough that his Aunt had decided to try and make him more useful. He had been folding her clothes in the guest bedroom, hearing Dudley play a video game in his second bedroom, when he found a very soft dress of his aunts. He couldn't explain why but he really liked how it felt and even he thought it looked pretty when Aunt Petunia wore it. Harry remembered how he had walked over to the mirror in the corner of the room and held it up against his small body and wondered what it would feel like to wear a pretty dress like this.
For a few weeks after that he had spent a lot of time looking at the pretty dresses and clothes that other girls who went to school with him wore and wished that he could wear them too. Then a few weeks later his Uncle had come home from work all in a rage and spent nearly half an hour ranting at dinner about "Those weirdo's". Now his uncle used the term "weirdo", or worse, for anyone who didn't act "normal", but this rant was directed at the men who liked to dress as women. His words rung in Harry's head that night and made him feel sad. That night in his cupboard he had promised himself that he wouldn't ever think about being a girl or dressing pretty ever again.
Staggering slightly as the memory and those feelings came back to him in full force, Harry pulled the towel off his head and looked at himself in the mirror over the sink. Still very scrawny no matter how much food he ate during meal times, he thought to himself that he couldn't be all that much different in size to Lavender, with the exception of two very distinct physical differences. He held up a hand to his hair, which even wet from the shower still stuck out in any direction but down, and ran his fingers through it wondering how it might look if it was longer. Maybe he'd look girly if he did that.
The door to the dormitory opened just then and Seamus and Dean came walking in, Dean was trying to convince Seamus to give Football a chance. Harry dressed quickly and tried his best to quick walk back to his trunk to make sure it was locked without being obvious about it. It was, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking about all the homework he had to do, including a rather nasty assignment from Snape, he made up his mind to keep Lavender's uniform hidden in his trunk until he could figure out what he wanted to do with it. He quickly picked up his bag and slipped down to the Common Room.

That night, once everyone was fast asleep, he slipped out of bed and quietly moved the uniform underneath his invisibility cloak. He quickly forgot that it was there.