Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything you reconise
A/n I know this is done like, what? A thousand times? But I wanted my own...so Tadadaaa here it is. Oh by the way...I really need a Beta writer.
I don't know how that exactly works, but I'm afraid I make a lot spelling/grammar mistakes. I'm Dutch so if somebody would check my stories,
I'd be grateful.
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Not what he seems to be
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She slowly pulled her hand through her hair. It was getting long again. She really should cut it, but she putted it off....she hated to cut her hair and wair baggy clothes, just to keep people from finding out. She hated to
look like some street rat with the size of a midget... Not to be arrogant or something, but she looked rather pretty. She also had a naturally elegance and she had the gift to make everybody feel welcome..
Her relatives noticed her beauty fast. Her uncle tried to rape her, her cousin practically drooled whenever he saw her, and her aunt was furious when she noticed her husband and son looking at her niece in a way they
shouldn't be looking to that thing she had to call her niece. She was jealous, screamed that that freak enchanted her family and began to abuse
''the freak''. The girl was scared and tried every thing to please her
aunt, and stop her male relatives staring and trying to rape her. She wished so hard she was a boy so nobody would bother her. When she was six she found the solution. It was so simple. She cut her hair. She cutted it in the most weird way, so her hair was a messy mob on her head. People thought she was a boy, and she kept it that way. Her relatives started to ignore her, and she was happy. As long she remembered to cut her hair, and
wair baggy clothes, nobody would noticed she was a girl.
To keep up appearances became harder and harder when she got into hogwarts. People there thought she was a boy (a/n she wished to be a boy so hard she ''accidentally arraised the memories of the people who knew she was a boy.
So nobody knows...I know it's impossible, but hey, it's my fic) She became a woman more and more, and she had to make to lamest accuses to
not have to shower with the other boys.
She remembered after quidditch practice, when all the boys run naked
through the locker, and she stood there fully dressed...God, she was
blinded for life... She really wanted to tell someone, but she didn't. She was afraid, people
would try to rape her, just as her uncle tried.
She went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Her hair went just below
her shoulders, silky black hair with red highlights. Her eyes where a
piercing emerald green with long curly eyelashes. She still was rather
short and lean, even for a girl.
She sighed. She really really really didn't want to cut her hair. She couldn't use a glamoury spell, so that was out of the question. Maybe, it
could be possible.... The ministry never send a letter for accidental magic. What if she just wished she looked like she had short hair, but in
reality kept her hair the same way it was now? It was the perfect
solution...wasn't it?
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And there we go again...
Harry run to the hogwarts express. Her 'I wish my hair looked short, but it's not' spell didn't work as fast as she wanted. Plus her uncle refused to bring her to the station so she had to take the bus. Of course, the bus was late, traffic-lights where all red and she now she had to run to make
it on time to the train. Her trunk was heavy, thank Godric, Ron had Hedwig, so she didn't have to drag hedwigs cage too. She was exausted. She'd hoped she would get early on the train so she could renew the spell on her hair and the rest of her body without anybody noticing, but that hope was already distroyed. She jumped on the train and tried to go to the bathroom unnoticed so she could replace
the spells, Her hair was getting longer so that meant the spell wasn't
working anymore. If anyone catched her like this...Man, the would be a
diseaster.
''What do whe have here?'' a voice asked.
Harry knew that voice..This was so not her day..
''I don't think I've seen you before miss..?"
Harry slowly turned around and looked right in the face of Snape.
Oh yes..she was dead now.
''Uhm...I uhm I uhm I uhm I just uhm I sorta uhm..I kinda Uhmmm
I'm new? Harry said. -Great comeback Potter just great ''Uhmm I'm new?'' that's all I could come
up with...Sweet Merlin, He is so not gonna buy that-
Harry thought.
Snape raised one eyebrow.
''Oh you're new, how could I forget, you must be one of the exchange students from Salems institute for young witches?'' He said in a pleasant
voice. -Snape and a pleasant voice? What is wrong with this picure?-Harry thought.
Seeing he wanted an answer, Harry nodded. ''Yes sir, I am"
The other eyebrow also went in the air..
''Maybe it's nice for you to know that here is no institute for young
witches that goes by that name.." he drawled. Harry paled..O shit this was not supposed to happen. What had she done to
deserve this? ''Well sir, I love to stay and chat a little bit longer with you , but look at the time, I really should be going, bye.'' She bolted out of the hall. Snape smirked as he watched her go. Oh yes, this was going to be fun..he
would find out who she was. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Finally harry made it to the bathroom. She got her wand, replaced the glamoury spells and sighed. So much for making it on the train unnoticed. When she run to the bathroom she smashed into Malfoy who was accualy being
nice and picked her up.
This was so wrong...He called for her name when she'd run further.
Great, not only Snape was after her identety but Malfoy also.The weird
thing was, she wanted them to find out. This was so confusing. She looked into the mirror. She looked like ''Harry'' again. Time to meet
'Moine and Ron.
Another year has started, she had the feeling this year would be diferent
from all the other years so far.
How right she was...........
tbc?
Should I continue? Please tell me.
I really want to know what you thought of it so review
Oh yes. I need a name for female Harry. Tell me a nice name and maybe I'll
use it. I realy suck at names, especially english names.
~Kees~
A/n I know this is done like, what? A thousand times? But I wanted my own...so Tadadaaa here it is. Oh by the way...I really need a Beta writer.
I don't know how that exactly works, but I'm afraid I make a lot spelling/grammar mistakes. I'm Dutch so if somebody would check my stories,
I'd be grateful.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Not what he seems to be
@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
She slowly pulled her hand through her hair. It was getting long again. She really should cut it, but she putted it off....she hated to cut her hair and wair baggy clothes, just to keep people from finding out. She hated to
look like some street rat with the size of a midget... Not to be arrogant or something, but she looked rather pretty. She also had a naturally elegance and she had the gift to make everybody feel welcome..
Her relatives noticed her beauty fast. Her uncle tried to rape her, her cousin practically drooled whenever he saw her, and her aunt was furious when she noticed her husband and son looking at her niece in a way they
shouldn't be looking to that thing she had to call her niece. She was jealous, screamed that that freak enchanted her family and began to abuse
''the freak''. The girl was scared and tried every thing to please her
aunt, and stop her male relatives staring and trying to rape her. She wished so hard she was a boy so nobody would bother her. When she was six she found the solution. It was so simple. She cut her hair. She cutted it in the most weird way, so her hair was a messy mob on her head. People thought she was a boy, and she kept it that way. Her relatives started to ignore her, and she was happy. As long she remembered to cut her hair, and
wair baggy clothes, nobody would noticed she was a girl.
To keep up appearances became harder and harder when she got into hogwarts. People there thought she was a boy (a/n she wished to be a boy so hard she ''accidentally arraised the memories of the people who knew she was a boy.
So nobody knows...I know it's impossible, but hey, it's my fic) She became a woman more and more, and she had to make to lamest accuses to
not have to shower with the other boys.
She remembered after quidditch practice, when all the boys run naked
through the locker, and she stood there fully dressed...God, she was
blinded for life... She really wanted to tell someone, but she didn't. She was afraid, people
would try to rape her, just as her uncle tried.
She went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Her hair went just below
her shoulders, silky black hair with red highlights. Her eyes where a
piercing emerald green with long curly eyelashes. She still was rather
short and lean, even for a girl.
She sighed. She really really really didn't want to cut her hair. She couldn't use a glamoury spell, so that was out of the question. Maybe, it
could be possible.... The ministry never send a letter for accidental magic. What if she just wished she looked like she had short hair, but in
reality kept her hair the same way it was now? It was the perfect
solution...wasn't it?
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------
And there we go again...
Harry run to the hogwarts express. Her 'I wish my hair looked short, but it's not' spell didn't work as fast as she wanted. Plus her uncle refused to bring her to the station so she had to take the bus. Of course, the bus was late, traffic-lights where all red and she now she had to run to make
it on time to the train. Her trunk was heavy, thank Godric, Ron had Hedwig, so she didn't have to drag hedwigs cage too. She was exausted. She'd hoped she would get early on the train so she could renew the spell on her hair and the rest of her body without anybody noticing, but that hope was already distroyed. She jumped on the train and tried to go to the bathroom unnoticed so she could replace
the spells, Her hair was getting longer so that meant the spell wasn't
working anymore. If anyone catched her like this...Man, the would be a
diseaster.
''What do whe have here?'' a voice asked.
Harry knew that voice..This was so not her day..
''I don't think I've seen you before miss..?"
Harry slowly turned around and looked right in the face of Snape.
Oh yes..she was dead now.
''Uhm...I uhm I uhm I uhm I just uhm I sorta uhm..I kinda Uhmmm
I'm new? Harry said. -Great comeback Potter just great ''Uhmm I'm new?'' that's all I could come
up with...Sweet Merlin, He is so not gonna buy that-
Harry thought.
Snape raised one eyebrow.
''Oh you're new, how could I forget, you must be one of the exchange students from Salems institute for young witches?'' He said in a pleasant
voice. -Snape and a pleasant voice? What is wrong with this picure?-Harry thought.
Seeing he wanted an answer, Harry nodded. ''Yes sir, I am"
The other eyebrow also went in the air..
''Maybe it's nice for you to know that here is no institute for young
witches that goes by that name.." he drawled. Harry paled..O shit this was not supposed to happen. What had she done to
deserve this? ''Well sir, I love to stay and chat a little bit longer with you , but look at the time, I really should be going, bye.'' She bolted out of the hall. Snape smirked as he watched her go. Oh yes, this was going to be fun..he
would find out who she was. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
------------------------
Finally harry made it to the bathroom. She got her wand, replaced the glamoury spells and sighed. So much for making it on the train unnoticed. When she run to the bathroom she smashed into Malfoy who was accualy being
nice and picked her up.
This was so wrong...He called for her name when she'd run further.
Great, not only Snape was after her identety but Malfoy also.The weird
thing was, she wanted them to find out. This was so confusing. She looked into the mirror. She looked like ''Harry'' again. Time to meet
'Moine and Ron.
Another year has started, she had the feeling this year would be diferent
from all the other years so far.
How right she was...........
tbc?
Should I continue? Please tell me.
I really want to know what you thought of it so review
Oh yes. I need a name for female Harry. Tell me a nice name and maybe I'll
use it. I realy suck at names, especially english names.
~Kees~