Chapter 5

The… Impossible Truth

October passed into November and then December and nothing changed. Ron decided this was what a rope felt like during a game of tug-o-war. Hermione wouldn't even talk to Harry anymore; all messages between the two were forwarded via him. This must have been how it was for Harry when he had fought with Hermione. Except their fights had been about trivial things and would end when the one at fault apologized, generally him. There was nothing trivial about this argument and he could see no end in sight. Recently Hermione had been venting her frustrations on him from time to time. And Harry, Harry was hurting. That was the best way to describe it, Snape was running him ragged. Harry didn't complain but Ron knew that was only his pride, he'd caught Harry in some of his private moments and he looked at the edge of collapse. Ron thought he was using glamours to hide his exhaustion but every time he'd hit Harry in the back with a silent finite incantium nothing had happened. Ron was certain that something would give soon, and sure enough it did.

Christmas vacation was only a week away. This year Ron and Ginny would be returning to home, Harry looked like he would come along as well but Dumbledore hadn't given the final word yet. They were currently eating lunch in the great hall. By they Ron meant Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Dean, and himself. Talk was for the most part focused on benign subjects. For the most part because Ron wasn't really paying attention to most of it, and was participating in none, after all there was food.

"…Bitch!" Ron looked up, maybe he should have been paying attention to what was going on. Harry and Hermione were standing, glaring daggers at each other. He had no idea why Harry would say that, ok he did but in public?

"Murderer!" Harry reared back like he'd been slapped. Ron shook his head, this would not end well. "Its all your fault they're dead." Hermione continued. Abruptly Harry pulled away from the table and headed towards the exit as fast as he could. Ron took a second to scowl at Hermione and followed after Harry. Most of the hall, who had overheard Hermione were standing to watch. Ron elbowed his way past several Ravenclaws to watch Harry run into Malfoy. Or more specifically Malfoy tripping Harry as he passed by.

"Hah you're actually crying. Don't think you got anyone left to go cry to Potter." Harry tore away from Malfoy and ran out of the great hall amidst the laughter of his peers. Ron roughly shoved Draco as he passed the blonde git and tried to figure out which direction Harry had taken off to. Deciding to check the dorms first he set off.

Damn it, comforting a guy is a girl's job. Hermione can't help because she started all this shit. Where the hell is Ginny when you need her?

"Harry?" Ron found himself knocking on Harry's door again. "Mate, is it alright if I come in?" A muffled sob was the only answer he got. Slowly opening the unlocked door Ron peeked in the room. Harry was sitting on his bed, his back turned to Ron.

Is it just me or is his hair longer?

Ron padded across the room and sat down next to Harry.

"Uh…"

Hell I have no idea how to comfort a guy. Well he's acting like a girl so treat him like one. Yeah that will work.

After making sure that no one else was in the room Ron pulled Harry into a hug. Harry stiffened at first but then proceeded to sob into Ron's shoulder. For his part Ron awkwardly sat there and let Harry cry. If Harry had been, well not Harry he might have rubbed his back or something but Harry was a guy, it was bad enough they were hugging.

"I'm… sorry Ron… it's just so hard now."

"Its all right. I'm here for you." Ron gently rubbed Harry's back.

This is what guys do for girls, right?

If Harry tells anyone I swear…

Presently Harry pulled away.

"Thank you Ron." Ron gave a lopsided smiled.

"No problem, that's what best mates are for right?" Harry realized what he'd done and blushed. Harry was quite cute when he blushed.

Holdup, GUYS ARE NOT CUTE WHEN THEY BLUSH!

But Harry is.

Oh wait I get it. Harry does look cute but…

"Uh… Harry, what happened to your face?" Harry looked down at his hands and blanched.

"Uh… w-well… you see…" As Ron took a good look at Harry he noticed a bunch of differences that he had just glossed over before. First and perhaps the largest difference was his hair. Usually it was short and spiky all over the place. Now it was long and spiky. Due to the weight it no longer stuck up all over the place but fell to around his shoulders, separating into little spikes rather than spreading out uniformly. His fringe that sometimes covered his scar now was long enough to be considered full-scale bangs. Actually besides his scar, his eyes and his hair color his whole face looked different. The lines were softer, cheekbones more defined.

"Harry you look like a girl."

"Ron… y-you can't… I-I can't…" He stammered obviously afraid.

"Look Harry, you can tell me. I promise that anything I hear will not leave this room, best mate's honor." Ron placed his hand over his heart like he was swearing. "After all everyone needs someone to talk to." Harry looked torn a second before nodding.

"Alright Ron, you see… I… I'm… I'm pregnant."

"Huh, you're…"

"…Pregnant."

"I must have had something in my ear, you just said your pregnant." Harry nodded.

"WHAT… I mean, how. Yeah how, because I'm certain that magic or not guys can't do that." Harry stood and waved his wand over himself. The changes were subtle but immediate. His skin stayed the same creamy color that his face had taken on but Harry grew breasts, and quite sizable ones if his clothing was any indicator and a bulge over his stomach did indicate pregnancy. In-fact Harry looked exactly like what he would have if he was a girl.

"You're… you're… a girl." Harry nodded and sat down again.

"But…but… uh, Harry you're going to have to completely explain this because I have no idea." Harry sighed and his, uh her, shoulders sunk.

"Ok. You see it all started this summer…"

"This summer I demonstrated some metomorphmagic abilities. Tonks came by daily and trained me, she also helped with my spell work and she helped me get over Sirius' death." Ron patted Harry on the shoulder.

"Its alright, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"No. I'm fine. Everything was good, as you can see I learned everything, even how to change my sex. But just after my birthday… Tonks, she played a prank on me for something I said. She hit me with a jinx that kept me from changing back for a day." Harry took a deep breath.

"We normally put up silencing charms but when she apparated out she forgot. Vernon heard and came upstairs.

Cue Flashback

Vernon threw the door open with a bang. The overweight man was stumbling drunk.

"Why the hell are you making so much noise freak!" He demanded.

"Sorry uncle Vernon. It won't happen again." Vernon hadn't really been looking at Harry until he talked, then he focused in and looked over Harry's female body.

"What did you do to your self, use some freaky powers eh…" Vernon trailed off and stumbled closer. His eyes mentally undressing Harry and his frown morphing into a sadistic leer. Harry not liking Vernon's look grabbed his wand and leveled it at the man.

"Stay back, you know I can use magic." Vernon took a step forward, and then another.

"What? I haven't done anything." He walked up until Harry's wand was poking into his chest.

"Yet." Moving fast he tore the wand out of Harry's hands and punched him in the gut. Even as a guy Harry was no match for his uncle and in his current form he could do even less.

Another two hits left him dazed.

Another blow and then another, Dudley came in to see what the source of the screams were.

He leered as well.

Vernon's rough hands, grouping, pulling, tearing.

The old shirt Harry wore came off, then her pants.

Harry screamed, and begged, but they just hit her harder.

They were rough and then pain.

Pain ashe entered her, tore her apart.

Each thrust more painful than the last.

She could feelhim tearing into her, violating her.

She pleaded and begged and sobbed but the pain just keep coming.

It was the freaks only reason for existing she heard Vernon say.

She felt dirty, like she'd never be clean again, never feel pleasure, never truly live.

So much pain.

She wants to die.

With a grunt Vernon finished and stepped back.

Dudley doesn't want sloppy seconds, so he flips her over.

So much pain, at first he complains it's to tight.

But after a few strokes the blood lubricates her and he is happy again.

He finishes and Vernon wants to go again, and they do.

Harry losses count in all the pain and shame.

Dudley and Vernon finish, she is covered.

At some point they forced themselves into her mouth.

By then she had stopped resisting, hopping the pain would recede.

They talk of disposing of the evidence.

They hurt her, she cries out but then the gentle embrace of darkness comes to her.

End Flashback

Ron starred in horror at Harry.

"Merlin, I didn't know. I'm sorry." He rested his had on Harry's shoulder and let him recompose him/herself.

"The neighbors heard me… the called the police and that alerted the guard something was wrong. They got me out of there before Vernon… before he managed to kill me." Harry sobbed again and for a third time Ron found himself holding his best friend as she cried into his robes.

"What happened then?" Ron asked when Harry had stopped sobbing.

"I woke up in the hospital wing here. I had been out for several days and when I woke up I found I couldn't change back. I… I… I was pregnant and the child's magical spark was preventing me."

"Uh… Couldn't you just get rid of…"

"NO! No… Ron, I don't want to do that. Its not fair or right, that's what Dumbledore wants, he's worried about my public image or the fact that I will care more about someone else than fighting for him."

"Harry, Dumbledore doesn't want you to fight for him." Harry chuckled, it wasn't a very happy laugh.

"Of course he does, after all what good is a weapon if it's not fully committed to being a martyr."

"Harry what are you talking about? You're acting like you have to kill Voldemort or something."

"Never mind Ron, I'll tell you some other time. What I need now is to be left alone." Harry started to get up, her face morphing back into the familiar face of his best friend. Ron stopped him by grabbing his wrist and pulling him back.

"Harry, you've been left alone all year. You need to spend time with your friends."

"Friends, I'm not allowed friends. Who would want to be friends with me, a freak!"

"You're not Harry, and I would. Please, don't push everyone away."

"Even after all of this… you… you would still stand with me." Ron grinned.

"I admit this is a lot to understand, but I've stood with you to face down giant snakes, bloody giant spiders, and Death Eaters. I think I can handle one hormonal metamorphmagus."

"Thank's Ron."