Author's Note: the rating on this story comes mostly from the language which is pretty heavy in the early chapters. Suggestive themes are going to be mild but numerous as well. I don't predict any violence. Have fun!
If you just want to start reading, go to next chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Seriously, I don't. Don't believe me? What, you think I'm J. K. Rowling in disguise, writing fanfiction under an alias to release my pent up frustration of my story not coming out as perfect as I imagined? Suit yourself, believe what you will.
Harry is a She!
Chapter 0?
Coveting Covers
The story has a cover now!
Find the full resolution cover on Instagram, ladylaire
All credit for its creation goes to my friend and passionate artist, ladylaire (find her on Instagram if you want).
This 'chapter' might get replaced by a prologue someday. Or I'll just be adding credits and organisational info here.
Now, I'll be doing this thing where I describe the image for those who can't see it for whatever reason.
Drawing. Three people are standing in front of a violet background, partly covering a light-blue text which reads "Harry is a She!"
In the middle stands Harry, wearing Snape's black robes and sporting long messy hair pulled into a ponytail.
In his right hand he's holding a black book, his fingers obscuring part of the title, which reads: "How-to-girl 101 From Girls to G*s". From the book emits a glow which lights up Harry's face, as well as the person to the left.
Harry is blushing, his eyebrows are raised, his glasses dropped and are falling below the book.
On Harry's right stands Hermione in a black skirt, white shirt and gray vest, bearing Gryffindor insignia on her shoulder.
She's supporting her head with her knuckles, clearly tired of Harry's bullshit. She's holding up the elbow of that arm with the other hand, as though she would collapse otherwise.
On Harry's left is Lavender, hanging off his arm. She's wearing an oversized Gryffindor Quidditch t-shirt which barely covers her golden knickers.
She's trapped Harry's left arm between her breasts and wrapped her left arm around it. Her right hand went to the right of Harry's hair and is playing with his messy hair.
The glow from the book lights up her face and reflects of her naked arms and legs, and also bits of showing cleavage.
Lavender is leaning on Harry and looking at him lovingly with her amethyst eyes. She's clearly standing on one leg, the other propped up in the air, her bare foot swinging excitedly.
On top of Harry's head sits Hedwig. Her wings are spread, trying to fly away, but her claws are tangled in Harry's poor excuse of a haircut. She's clearly tired of his bullshit too.