Harry forced himself to look into the mirror. He stared at himself,
completely dissatisfied with what he saw. He just didn't feel right, it
wasn't Harry staring back at him. A tear trickled slowly down his acne-
ridden cheek. He opened the bathroom cupboard and ruffled around for his
box of anti-depressants but he couldn't find them.
"No! Where are they!" Desperation was in his eyes.
He withdrew his hand to find something red and sticky all over it. What
was it? Blood? Surely not. He looked into the cupboard curiously and saw a
tube of lipstick lying lidless on its side. He took it out and gazed at it
dreamily. He had always wanted to try it, see what it would look like... 'Go
on,' a Gollum-like voice told him, 'no one's here...you might as well.' He
went over to the sink and looked at himself guiltily.
"Should I?" He asked himself. Before his conscience could answer him, he
was already smothering his lips in cherry red. Before him, he saw what he
wanted to see...it was him... this was the real Harry Potter. Aunt Petunia's
make-up bag lay on the corner of the sink. His hands wrestled it open and
he snatched out all that he could find: gold eyeshadow, eyeliner, lip-
gloss, lip liner, blusher, and mascara. His heart beat faster, adrenaline
pumped through his veins! It was the biggest thrill of his life. He stood
there goggling at his reflection. He winked, and the face of his dreams
winked back.
"Harry? Where are you?" Came Petunia's shrill voice.
Harry took a deep breath and decided it was time to make himself known to
the world.
"From now on," Said Harry, "I'm going to be called Harriet."