DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or anything to do with Harry Potter. I will introduce some of my own characters and Harry Potter fans will know who is who. J.K Rowling owns the Harry Potter shebang. I'm just a 14 year old that wants to write. This I the only disclaimer I'm writing because they're so annoying!!! Also, I do not own all my plot ideas; my friend snort of laughter a.k.a Lora helped me with them.
True Identity
Remus & Severus looked stunned. They kept staring from the letters in their hands over to Harry, then up at Dumbledore. They failed to see Sirius sly smile. Sirius was the least surprised, and his surprise was only because he never realised the full extent of the revelation.
After the two men had entered the office and taken a seat, Dumbledore had pointed his wand towards Harry and uttered 'Revillio Complexiton.' Harry's figure had instantly begun to change. His hair grew long and sleek, no longer uncontrollable like his father's but with streaks of red, the same red that Lily's hair had been. It came down over his shoulders and hung mid-way down his back. His figure had changed, his chest had developed breasts & his pelvis had developed womanly hips. His skin had become lightly purer in colour and his lips and eye lashes more defined. His cheekbones shone with a hint of natural blush. The lightening scar, and pure emerald eyes were the only indication that Harry Potter was stood before them.
Harry turned towards Dumbledore, blushing slightly. It had been a long time since her true form had been revealed and she knew not what she looked like. Dumbledore smiled, and produced a mirror from his pocket. Harry took it and glanced nervously at her reflection. She inhaled sharply, amazed at what she saw. She saw a pretty girl looking back at her, natural beauty though, as she wore no make up.
Phineas Nigellus wolf whistled at her before talking to his great great grandson.
"I may not think highly of you, but that is one stunning Goddaughter you have Sirius!" All the other portraits agreed at Harry's beauty.
"You're a, a...a girl!" Remus finally exclaimed, his mouth hanging open slightly. Inside he was attracted to her, but he was currently too overwhelmed with amazement that someone he was so close to was the opposite person from what he knew. Severus arched his brow with amusement; he was shocked of course, and pleasantly surprised. Harry looked a lot like hi mother now, with the red streaks in her hair.
"Put your tongue back in your mouth Severus. That's my goddaughter you're gawping at, and your pupil. Not only that but I don't think Albus wants drool over his floor." Sirius did not like the way Severus was staring at Harry. She was attractive indeed, and Sirius himself was attracted to her, but as her Godfather he knew she would not like the attention on her.
"I'm sure Albus has already had enough drool on hiss floor seeing all the times Snuffles has been in here." Snapped Severus back, retaining his prominent scowl. "And if I remember you haven't always lived up to your Godfather duties, so there's no point trying to make up for it now!"
Sirius growled deeply in his throat. He was about to retaliate when Harry spoke up.
"Headmaster is there any chance I could erm...change out of these robes? They are not...accustomed to fit my erm...figure." Harry said uncomfortably. She felt very self-conscious with these men staring at her, and she felt even more so because her robes were pulling at the top of her chest.
"Of course Harry" Dumbledore smiled. He took from his desk Gryfindor robes, female ones, and handed them to Harry. Harry gratefully took the robe and left to change.
Snape, Remus and Lupin all turned to look at Dumbledore.
"Why did you want us to know that first?" Lupin enquired.
Sirius shot a murderous glance at Severus then said, "What right did he have to be here anyway?"
"Sirius, shortly after Harry was born, I received 3 letters. One was to me, asking that if James and Lily ever died, that the over two letter would be given to the people stated on the envelopes, when Harry' true identity was revealed. James and Lily chose one person each and wrote their own binding spell for the letters. When the seal is broken on them, the reader is bound to protect Harry for life, or until she dissolves the protectorship." Dumbledore removed from his pocket two letters and handed them to Snape and Remus.
Snape eyed the letter with caution, expecting it to be cursed, or worse a howler from James.
"They've been in my Gringots vault ever since I received them, so they are quite safe. The only magic attached to them is the binding spell for the protectorship." Dumbledore's blue eyes smiled, reflecting the clear blue sky that could be seen out his window.
Snape continued to look cautiously at the letter. The headmaster evidently trusted him with the responsibility, and that meant a lot of him, not that he would let it show. But still...'If I don't open it...I will be letting down Albus. If I do open it then I will be stuck babysitting the Potter brat. However. She was beautiful. Maybe he should open it.'
Lupin was already opening hi letter. A blue jet shot from the seal on the envelope as it was broken and hit Lupin in his amber eyes, sealing his protectorship. He read to the end of the letter, and then looked up at Sirius smiling.
Snape glared at Sirius and opened his letter. A green jet of light ran through the letter into his hands, sealing his protectorship. He read through the letter twice, taking in Lily's intricate handwriting. He then looked up at his mentor.
"So you are the chief protector." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. Dumbledore smiled.
"Yes I am. It is up to me to help guide you, Remus and Sirius in looking after Harry. I also help to protect not only her, but you three too."
Harry chose that moment to re enter. He looked confused by the letters in Remus and Severus' hands, and she wondered why they had been talking in low voices.
"Child, I have a letter for you." Dumbledore said, motioning for her to sit down. She stayed where she was. "It's from you parents." He held out the letter and Harry took it from him. Her heart skipped a beat and she was filled with joy and dread. She tore the envelope open and read the letter inside. First her father had written, explaining about the protectorship and what it was for. Then her mum had written, explaining Severus and Remus were her Protectors along with her Godfather Sirius; provided they had opened their letter and accepted their roles. She also explained that there was one more person that was needed to complete the protectorship, but that Harry was to choose that person herself. Harry was to choose the bearer of the Dragons tear. The dragon's tear would reflect Harry vision when he was in trouble, or faced great evil. Only the bearer would be able to see into the tear, and would be alerted to the need to look in it when the dragon tear become cold and moist.
Harry looked inside the envelope. Here was a small white-gold chain, with a dragons tear on the end. Harry ran her finger over it, it felt cool and smooth to touch and she wondered where such an item could have come from. It reminded her of something from the department of mysteries. That made her shudder. She dropped the tear into her robes pocket, alongside the letter.
"So you're my Protectors right? Padfoot...Moony &...err...Snape." She was confused as to why Snape had been chosen as her Protector; he loathed Harry, especially as she was James' son. Him and James were enemies, yet he was now protector of someone who James protected with his life.
Her mind began to spin again. The new hormones in her body, instead of the testosterone, combined with the stress and confusion she had been through was too much on her mind. As her world became darker and spun around, she gave in to the welcome peacefulness of the darkness. She fell to the floor and her Protectors leaped to catch her. Remus got to her first, caching her crumpled body moments before it hit the floor.
He looked at her pale, clammy skin, and realised just how attractive she was.
"She's fainted Albus. The stress of the situation must be too much for her."
"Yes, I forgo, after all she been through, these two revelations must be quite unbelievable. We should take her to her room so she can rest."
"WHAT! She can't go back to her room; she's a GIRL for heavens sake! And you can't put her in the girl room; they all think she's a HE!" Sirius roared.
"Calm down Sirius. Albus is aware of this." Remus laid a gentle hand on Sirius shoulders.
"Sirius, I have given Harry her own room. Right now the only access to it is via floo from Severus office, or mine, so that she may have time to rest before she has to face her friends. I'll floo with her; It's easiest for me to take another person. Dumbledore walked over to Remus and took Harry's unconscious body from him. He walked over to the fireplace and took some of the powder out the vase next to it. Throwing it into the fire he said "Harry's room." With that he stepped into the flames, and they both left the office.
In Harry's room it was similar to the layout she was used to. The bed was the same type; only there were more pillows on it. There were bedside table on both sides, and Harry's belongings had already been moved into the room by one of Hogwarts many house elves. Dumbledore gently laid Harry onto her bed. The Protectors arrived and sat around Harry's bed. Sirius looking worried took her hand, while Remus laid a protective hand on Harry. Only Severus stayed at the end of Harry's bed. After all the years of being bitter at the Potter child, he was not yet ready to fully lay aside how he felt. As he watched her unconscious he felt inside him emotions move that had not been moved in a long time.
Harry's eyes began to flicker open and she rolled onto her back. "Where am I?" she mumbled. "What happened?"
"You fainted Harry. This is your room from now on okay?" Harry cast a blurred glance over the room. She put a hand up to her face and realised her glasses weren't there. Sirius noticed what Harry was doing and handed them to her from the robe of his pocket. She put them on and took a better look around the room.
"There's no door," Harry stated, unable to hide the slight sarcastic tone in her voice. Inside she was screaming that she wanted to be left alone, but she did not feel comfortable enough yet to talk about her feelings.
"Yes Harry. It's best that you get some rest without being disturbed" Dumbledore continued. "Today has been a big strain on you, and you need to regain your energy before you talk to your friends. You have been excused off the rest of this afternoons lessons and I will go and tell Ron and Hermione about Sirius return momentarily." He motioned for the protectors to leave, and he stepped into the fire again.
"I'll be back later love, ok? You get some rest." Sirius fondly kissed the top of her head. A tingle ran through Harry. She rolled over to get a better look at him.
"Sweet dreams Harry." Lupin said, his amber eyes connecting with her emerald eyes. He blushed, pleased by his affection. She watched as Sirius disappeared through the fire, closely followed by Remus.
Severus regarded the young Gryfindor from where he was stood. She looked so young and vulnerable. Beautiful too. Harry was led on her side, not aware of the presence of her third protector. It took Severus a while to realise that her eyes were glazed, and that tears were trickling down her face. 'Oh Merlin. She's crying. Where's Sirius? I don't know what to say to her! I know I'm meant to comfort her but how?! She's James's daughter though, why should I help her? She's just like him.' Severus' thoughts swam back through all the times he had seen her in the corridor. Not one time had she been at fault. She wasn't like James. She was just like himself. 'Oh Merlin.'
He walked over and sat on the side of the bed behind her. He awkwardly put a hand on her back, trying to offer her some sort of reassurance. Sensing the contact Harry rolled over, her tear-streaked face was the only true expression of how she felt. "I'm scared. What if my friends reject me now I'm not who they thought I was? They're my world! I don't think I could bear life without them." Snape looked at her and he felt a pang of sympathy.
"Nonsense Potter...err Harry. You are still you, and if your friends cannot accept what outwardly you really are then they are not true friends." Snape silently cursed himself. Harry had opened up a bit of her heart to him, looking for comfort, yet he had not given her what she needed. "Rest. Sirius will be back later." He walked over to the fireplace and stepped into the flames to enter his office, casting a quick glance back before he did so.
Harry sat up, grabbing the nearest pillow and hurled it at the wall with an angered yell. 'Why am I always alone?' she asked herself. "Why," she hurled a new pillow at the wall, "doesn't" she did it again, "anyone" she threw another, "understand!" she hurled the pillow full strength at the wall, breaking into hysterical sobs. She levitated the pillows back onto her bed, and flopped down onto them. She picked one up and hugged it, longing for some sort of comfort and security. "Why me?" she sobbed. "Why do all these things have to happen to me? I didn't ask for all this, I don't want to be famous, I just want to be Harry!" she continued to cry bitterly, rocking herself to and fro. Her exhaustion soon took over, and she cried herself into a sleep, still clinging to the pillow.
Harry was more tired than she realised. Sirius returned a few hours, to see if Harry wanted to join himself and Dumbledore for dinner. When he entered the room he saw Harry still sleeping and sat at the end of her bed, so as not to disturb her. He couldn't help but realise the pillow she clung to, and it made him realise just how young she was. Her hair hung over her face, and he reached over and swept it back, looking at her face. He was surprised by the tearstains, but thought nothing more of it than teenage hormones. Today must have been very hard on her. "I'll be back later love," he said, gently stroking her hair. Harry stirred but did not wake, and Sirius walked back over to the fire, throwing the white powder onto it and declaring his destination. As the green flames flickered then went back to a dull orange glow, the room became darker.
Harry slept until early evening, waking to find Remus sat on the end of her bed. "Hello sleepy head," he said. "Sirius came in earlier but you were still asleep so he thought it best to leave you. Dumbledore's told Hermione and Ron about Sirius, they were ecstatic! They asked where you were too Harry, Dumbledore said that you were ill and in a confined part of the Hospital wing. He hopes you didn't mind, but they were going mad because they couldn't find you. Anyway, I have homework to mark, so that I can have sometime to with you tomorrow, so I'm afraid your going to be left on your own again for now. Try and rest Harry, you still look shattered." Remus stood up, and like Sirius had earlier, kissed her on the head. She smiled and blushed again, and he did too. He walked over to the fireplace and left.
Harry quickly fell asleep again, it beat dwelling on the future, for no matter how much she wanted to, she could not avoid what she would have to do the next morning. Sirius came up again to check on her, but finding her asleep decided to leave her be.
The next morning Harry was awoken by one of the house elves, she heard the pop as they brought Harry breakfast. She had asked the night before for nothing too heavy; she had unusually lost her appetite from nerves, and didn't want to throw up over her two best friends. She ate the grapefruit that she had been given then fell back onto her bed, in a light sleep.
The next person to enter her room was Severus. Harry had awoken as she heard the fire burst into flames again, as it had only been glowing embers, red like her hair, when she had fallen asleep. Severus had his hands behind his back, and he walked quietly over to her bed.
"It's alright, I am awake." Harry rolled over. She could feel the atmosphere in the room, and had guessed it was Severus for he always was uncomfortable when alone with her. It did not take a genius to work out that there were still old feelings for Harry.
Severus arched his brow. "So I see. Harry. I knew you had no...feminine muggle clothes and I had to go Diagon Alley; Neville succeeded in causing another meltdown yesterday, so I thought I brought you these." Snape produced from behind him a parcel. Harry blushed, surprised yet happy. It had been the first time she had been given clothes that weren't either hand me downs from Dudley or a knitted sweater from Mrs Weasley. She was secretly pleased.
"You shouldn't have" Harry objected. "I'll pay you back, you didn't have to spend money on me." Snape's face remained the same, showing no emotion. Inside he was cursing himself. 'Maybe it was too much; after all I did hate her. But I just want to see her in something more like her. She's been forced to wear her cousins old clothes, and although they cover her scars..' He had temporarily forgot, he had meant to talk to her about that. 'Still...she deserves clothes of her true nature.'
"Nonsense Harry, I suggested to Severus that you may appreciate some new clothes, and I paid for some of it myself. You are like a child to me, and I want to see my children happy. Now why don't you see what he brought?" Harry jumped and Severus couldn't help but smirk. Harry had not realised that Dumbledore had entered the room.
Harry carefully opened the package. Inside was a pair of knee high leather boots, in black, with a manageable heel, as she was not yet used to girls shoes. There was two tops, one emerald green one, with long flared sleeves, that would more than cover her hands. The material was light and floaty; yet not see through like most light muggle tops. The other top was sleeveless and black, much thicker than the other one. There was also a pair of grey/silver jeans, and a knee length white/blue denim skirt.
"We'll leave you to get dressed Harry."
Moments later there was a pop, as a house elf appeared with a bag. She put it on the bedside table on the far side from Harry and then disappeared with another pop. Harry rolled over again and looked in the bag. There were three bras and some under wear for Harry, she blushed, still not able to accept that she was a girl. She had known all of long of course, but having got so used to pretending, she was surprised and a little embarrassed of her true identity.
'Stupid bra' Harry's fingers kept slipping as she tried to do it up behind her. She had gotten up and decided it was about time she got dressed. This was the first time she had put on a bra and she wasn't exactly sure how to do it. She knew the basics but had never needed to master the technique. After 10 minutes of wrestling with the clip she finally got it do up. She looked at the tops, not sure which one she wanted to wear. She pulled the green one over her head and walked over to the mirror. It made her eyes shine and she felt momentarily lost in her reflection. Not through vanity, but in wonder that the person staring back really was her. She shivered and decided to try the black top on. IT then occurred to her to try the black top on top the green one.
"Very nice" The mirror said. "The green brings out your eyes, and the black will please a certain potions teacher." Harry glared at the mirror. She had learnt from her time in the boy dorm that it was pointless to argue with mirror. They never listen.
She went back over to the bed where she had laid the skirt next to the jeans. She decided on the jeans, not wanting to seem over dressed. She walked back over to the mirror, at looked self-consciously at her reflection. She could see no out standing beauty, just a young girl, with black hair, streaked with fiery red, just like her temper. Her figure was not the stick thin idealistic of the wizarding or muggle world, yet she could not say she was fat. The green top certainly brought out her eyes, making them seem more gem like, yet the full effect was lost behind her glasses. She smiled as the fireplace crackled to life.
Sirius, Remus and Severus all appeared, one after the other. Harry kept her back to them for a while, enjoying the look on there faces. Severus' face remained blank, but that didn't bother her. She had given up trying to work him out long ago. Sirius was staring at her, mouth slightly open, shocked at how his goddaughter looked. Remus was smiling, pleasantly surprised at what he saw. Harry turned around and smiled.
"Good morning Sirius, Remus." She looked at Snape. "Thank you Professor Snape. I feel much more like myself now."
"I told you earlier Harry, you can call me Severus when we're not in lesson time. After all I am one of your protectors."
"Why are you buying clothes for my goddaughter?" Sirius snarled.
"Else she'd be stuck in muggle boys clothe, and I'm sure she wanted to look more like herself. You can't say you don't like them, I saw the way you looked at her!" Severus answered back.
Sirius came over and put an arm round Harry. "Dumbledore has told Hermione and Ron that they can see you in 10minutes. We came to check that you were ready. We'll stay in the room but we're not getting involved, you need to deal with your friends reactions, and they need to get over the shock of what they learn."
Harry nodded let Sirius hug her. She wasn't ready, but she knew she never would be. She went back over to the bed where she had left her boots and she put them on, zipping them up before standing up. She started to walk in them and tripped, landing in the arms of Remus. "Sorry about that. I guess I'm still not used to everything, let alone trying to walk in these things." She laughed as Remus set her back on her feet. Moments later Dumbledore entered the room. Pointing his wand at the wall he removed the concealment charm on the door. He apparrated three chairs from the air and let the protectors sit down on them, then drew up the chair from beside Harry's bed.
There was a knock at the door and Harry turned to shoot a pleading glance at his protectors. The door was opened and in walked Ron & Hermione. Harry blinked, and in that instant Dumbledore vanished, along with the protectors and there chairs.
"Sods." Harry muttered. "Thought you were meant to be here for moral support, not playing hide away!"
Ron looked at Hermione, mouth wide open with shock; they were still stood in the doorway, staring at the figure stood by the window.
"Harry?" Hermione asked. Harry turned around to face her friends, a weak smile playing on her lips. Hermione immediately stalked over and slapped Harry round the face, leaving a bright red handprint on her.
A/N sorry for ne spelling mistake, i have tried to find them all, but when u have a headache and stare at a screen too long it kinda makes it hard to find them all :S