A/N: Welcome everyone to my first ever work of fiction. I apologize for any bad grammar, or incorrect British phrases, but I will do my best to make sure everything is correct for you all. I do not have a beta, so i will be editing this by hand.
Also, a word of warning. This story with have many instances of gender dysphoria, and transgender themes throughout. If you don't like those themes, this will not be the story for you. As someone that has suffered from dysphoria myself, I feel I will be able to adequately represent said feelings, at least as they pertained to me. Other than the gender explorations, the story will be mostly canon compliant. Sorry for the Mini-Rant, now on with the show!
Summary: One fateful bump in the evening before the Quidditch World Cup sends a national hero on a journey she never though would happen in her lifetime! How will a deep introspection change the course of the wizarding world forever?
Chapter 1: Sisterhood of the Magical Pants
The Burrow hummed with activity early into the evening as Mrs. Weasley went about setting the dinner on the table. All were in good spirits as they boisterously debated the up coming match, with Ron loudly exclaiming that Krum would win Bulgaria the match. Harry smiled as he watched the twins retort Ron's claim, happy to be included yet not quite up to speed enough to have a solid opinion himself.
"You agree, right mate?" Ron nudged Harry, reaching across his plate to spear a small potato on the end of his fork.
"Er... Krum's good" Harry replied a bit lamely, not fully paying attention to the twin's and Ron's conversation. He briefly wondered if this was how Hermione felt when he and Ron talked about quidditch in the common room late into the evening, Looking over to see Hermione animatedly talking to Percy.
"See!" Ron said triumphantly "I knew Harry would see reason" Ron smirked and took a large bite out of his potato, just as Mrs. Weasley walked into the dining room.
"Yes yes, regardless of who wins, you all will need your rest for traveling tomorrow!" She reminded the group, Percy puffing out self-importantly.
"I'll be aparating to the match, of course" He stated snobbishly, standing up from the table and heading up to his room for the night. Fred and George looking on with a slight disdain.
"You would think" Fred started
"That with all that hot air in his head" George continued
"That it might pop one day" Fred finished, the twins grinning as Harry laughed at their antics, all the while Mrs. Weasley began shooing the teens upstairs. Ron, Fred, George, Ginny and Hermione went up first, with Harry following them shortly after.
"Oh, Harry dear, could you please bring the laundry up?" Mrs. Weasley asks, waving her wand and levitating two small baskets towards him.
"Of course" Harry replies, taking the pink basket in his left hand, and the blue one in his right, adjusting his grip slightly.
"Do mind the girls" Mrs. Weasley continued "Make sure you knock, don't just barge in"
"Yes, Mrs. Weasley" Harry replied, slowly making his way up the narrow and twisted stairs, slow going as he had to take the time to catch his balance a couple times. When Harry reached the 1st floor landing the girls' room was on, he shifted the baskets slightly and raised his hand to knock. Just before he was going to knock, however, the door opened and Ginny walked out, crashing into Harry, stumbling and causing the baskets to crash to the floor.
"H-Harry!" She stuttered blushing and taking a step back from him "I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there!" Ginny and Harry squated down, grabbing the clothes and tossing them back into the baskets.
"Are you okay?" Harry asks, oblivious to Ginny's slight embarrassment. Standing up, He then offers his hand to her, helping her stand after she takes it.
"I'm fine" she replies, swallowing her nerves and looking up at Harry. "Well, best get to bed then" She states, pushing past harry and into the bathroom, closing it behind her and catching her breath. Harry stared at the bathroom door for a moment, before shaking his head and climbing up to Ron's room at the top of the stairs.
"What took you?" Ron asks, spying the basket in Harry's hand, before nodding "Ah, that makes sense. Why she can't just magic our clothes up here I will never understand" Ron complained, sliding into bed, having already changed.
"It would be easier" Harry agreed, secretly thinking that Ron was complaining about something insignificant as he thought back to his time at the Dursleys growing up. Harry quickly changed and climbed into his own bed, falling into a relaxed sleep, Ron already snoring off to his side.
"UP! UP! EVERYBODY UP! YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" Mrs. Weasley's harsh wake up call jolted Harry from his dream of out flying Krum for the snitch, and winning the cup. Harry groaned, as the loud banging startled Ron off the side of the bed, the tall red head swearing lightly as he tried to shake the morning fog out of his brain. "Blimey Harry, she's liable to wake up the whole neighborhood, going on like that, isn't she?" Ron grumbled, dressing in his half asleep state.
"Maybe, but come on, Ron, It's the world cup!" Harry said excitedly, just as tired as Ron, dressing himself in the clothes Ron's dad had altered for him when he first arrived. Wearing Dudley's cast-offs was always a source of embarrassment for Harry, but he was grateful that Mr. Weasley was discreet about it. He frowned as he had to squeeze into the jeans he was putting on, the pants tighter than he remembered from last night. He wasn't too concerned as he could just have Mr. Weasley alter them later. Yawning, Harry made his way down to the kitchen where he picked up a sandwich and gave Mrs. Weasley a goodbye hug.
" You boys be safe now" She said, looking at the departing party "And YOU boys behave" she added sternly to Fred and George, who grinned in spite of how tired they were.
"Why we would never!"
"Us? Misbehave? I've never!"
"I can't believe! Our own mother"
"Our own mother!"
"Okay okay! Just have fun!" Mrs. Weasley interrupted the twins back-and-forth, shooing them out of the door as Ginny and Hermione finally arrived to head to the portkey spot. Mrs. Weasley bid the large group a farewell as they happily started the hike from the Burrow. The half hour trek was taken in a peaceful quiet, the only sounds in the air coming from the various birds waking up and the crunching of the groups footfalls as they walked. Eventually, the group made it to a clearing atop a hill, the quidditch players were winded and the others even more so. They weren't alone at the top, however, as they were accompanied by two people.
"Amos! is that you?" Mr. Weasley called to the older of the two men, leaning against a tree to catch his breath. Harry now recognized the younger of the two people standing before him as Cedric Diggory, the rival seeker on the Hufflepuff quidditch team. Harry waved at him, a slight awkwardness in the air as the two had never really talked before.
"Cedric, right?" Harry asked, shifting a bit uncomfortably as he reached out a hand to shake Cedric's "Harry"
"Of course, everyone know you" Cedric responds with a slight chuckle, accepting the hand shake from Harry. "I want a rematch, you know, from last year?. It wasn't fair the way you lost just because of the dementors" he finished, a smirk on his face "I want to beat you in a fair match."
Harry smirked back at Cedric, trying to stand back and put his hands in his pockets but failing as the pockets were slightly too tight to casually slide his hands into. "Bring it, Diggory" Harry replied, playfully challenging him to a rematch. "You won't win a second time."
"Of course he will!" Amos interrupted, walking over to smirk triumphantly down at harry "My boy here's the best seeker on a broom there is!" He gloated, roughly patting Cedric on the shoulder, who looked like he would rather have been anywhere else as he flushed with embarrassment. Just as he was about to refute his fathers statement, Mr. Weasley called the group to attention.
"Over here everyone! It's time!" He called out. As the group gathered around him, harry was instantly puzzled "Uh... Mr. Weasley, that's just an old boot" Harry dumbly stated, his not quite awake brain unable to cope with the absurdity of the situation.
"Right you are harry! It's our portkey!" Mr. Weasley replied. Seeing the still confused look on Harry's face, he continued "The Ministry has set up group portkeys across Brittan and Ireland to get people to the games. Obviously we can't use anything out of the ordinary that would attract the attention of the muggles." He explained "So we use things that would be assumed to be junk. We know the significance, but the muggles won't! It's rather brilliant if I do say so myself" Mr. Weasley finished, just as the portkey grew warm in his hands. "That's it now! everyone touch the boot! Just a finger will do, don't want to get left behind now, do we?" He said, looking down at his watch. "any second now!... 3...2...1...Now!" Mr. Weasley cried out as the first rays of sunlight washed across the group.
Mr. Weasleys last shout was not heard as precisely as he shouted it, there was a violent sensation as if someone had hooked Harry behind his navel and pulled. Whirls and streams of bright magical light flashed past him as he was pulled away from the ground. a shout of surprise escaped Harry as the group was magically teleported to their destination.
Most of the group landed flat on their stomachs, the wind getting knocked out of Harry. He pulled himself to his feet just in time to see Mr. Weasley, Cedric, and Mr. Diggory landing gracefully, without a care in the world.
"6:05 from Ottery St. Catchpole!" a Ministry employee shouted nearby. Mr. Weasley and Mr. Diggory help the group up and start walking away from the arrival point. Harry grunted slightly as he readjusted his jeans, in clear discomfort. As he took a few steps forward, near the front of the group, a question cut through the noise from Hermione.
"Harry, why are you wearing my jeans?"