Disclaimer: Do not own. Never will.

A/N: Now things will get slightly better. And by better, I mean we find out what happened to Harry.

Becoming Harry

By Dstar

Chapter 2: A Change of Fate

The next morning, when Harry woke up he knew that something was wrong. Dreadfully wrong. So wrong, in fact, that he himself couldn't place it. But he knew that something was wrong. His first thought was to blame it on dinner or lack thereof. But that didn't make sense. Unlike the many nights he had spent in this house last night, had actually been one of the nights they feed him. And to top that off he had snuck some of the desert that they made before slinking off to bed. So that couldn't be it. His second though was that he had a dream about Voldermort again. But once again, that wasn't it either. If he had, had a dream about him he was almost sure that he would of woken up, scar blazing. And none of that had happened. So to say that he was confused was an easy assumption.

He pushed himself off the bed and blinked a few times before grabbing his stuff and heading off to the bathroom. Once inside he quickly stripped and put his glasses on the counter. At that point, he looked in the mirror. And screamed.

Vernon shot up in his bed and looked at his wife who was equally confused. They shared a glance, "What's the matter darling? You screamed."

Petunia looked up at him, "That wasn't me."

"Then who else could it be? It wasn't a man's scream that's for sure."

Back inside the bathroom Harry was looking at his face, or to be blunt, her face. For a while there was a defining pause and then a look of utter confusion. Harry quickly picked up her clothes and put them on, they were baggy and didn't fit so well. Either way, it wasn't like she had anything else to wear. She used the belt to make sure that her pants didn't fall down and wandered outside of the bathroom. Only to bump right into Dudley.

Dudley stared at Harry for a second and then he too, (thinking Harry a break in) let out a gigantic scream. This scream however, his parents knew. Both rushed out of bed and into the halls, "What's all this ruckus?"

"Father! It's her! She broke into out house!"

Vernon turned to Harry and glared at her, "Well then young lady what do you have to say for yourself?"

Harry wanted to scream, "First off I'm not a bloody lady. Secondly I didn't break in!"

"Then who are you?"

Harry only moved her bangs aside and pointed to her forehead, Dudley scoffed, "What is that? Code or something?"

"You mean you can't see it?"

"See what? Your forehead? Oooo, I'm quaking."

It was at this point in time that Harry wished she had her wand, it made a good threatening tool and they didn't argue with her when she had it, "It's me! It's Harry!"

That stopped Dudley, and Petunia thought she would faint. Harry looked back and forth between the people who had taken care (depending on your definition of care) of him for the longest time. Finally to break the tense silence Vernon spoke, "You can't be Harry."

"Listen, I don't know what happened, but I do know that I am Harry Potter!"

The silence continued and suddenly a loud banging noise was heard from downstairs. The noise caused all four heads to turn to stairs and rush down them. The scene in the living room made them all, stare. Even Harry who had been though some of the oddest of encounters, couldn't help but stare at the comical mess on the floor.

Dumbledore had some how apparated himself onto one of the chairs in the living room and now he was sprawled on the chair, robes cast about him. He stood up as if nothing had happened, righted the chair, and brushed himself off. He turned to look at his audience, "I seem to have over shot by a few inches."

Harry for all that it was worth could only stare, Petunia on the other hand was full of things to say, "You! You knew about this! I knew magic wasn't good for anything."

Vernon turned to his wife, "What on earth do you mean?"

"Yesterday! Yesterday they came here. Talked about something happening! But this?" She pointed to Harry, "I don't know what to say! But I do know what I want, undo it!"

Dumbledore chuckled, "I can't undo it. And you could say thank you."

Now it was Harry's turn to yell, "What do you mean you can't undo it? Of course you can undo it! Spells, all spells have counter spells!"

There was an odd pause as if Dumbledore was trying to convince himself of something and then he spoke, a little reluctantly it seemed, "Harry, it's not a spell. This is you. What was the name your parents gave you at birth? Elizabeth, I believe, yes, that's right, it was Elizabeth."

There was another moment of silence and then Petunia spoke, "Harry, is a girl?"

Dumbledore looked at her as if this was a large shock to her, and to rest of the world (although who could say it wasn't, them never knowing it and the secret being kept so well under wraps as it was.), "Yes. Harry is a girl. Born Elizabeth Lilly Potter, cursed Harry James Potter. For her protection of course,"

"FOR MY PROTECTION?"

"Of course for you protection, after Voldermort found that prophecy about you killing him we knew we had to find a way to hide you."

"And yet he still did." Harry said sarcastically.

"Oh, but he didn't really find you did he? Are you the same Harry that he's looking for now? And where is the scar that made you so famous?"

"Gone. Buried under layers of skin I'm guessing. But that would mean that he doesn't know who I am."

At this Dumbledore's smile widened, "No, he doesn't does he now?"

And suddenly, things looked a lot brighter. Suddenly Harry felt free, the weight of the fight lifting off her, she gazed up at Dumbledore, "That does mean that I don't have to fight him anymore right?"

"No, you still are very much the chosen one."

Harry sighed annoyed, "But the prophecy said he! I'm not a he!"

"Alas you were a he when he attacked you and chose you to fight against him. Thus there is no way to get out of it, but for now enjoy your freedom."

Harry sighed and accepted her fate when Petunia spoke up, "Clothes! Dresses! We need to get Harry clothes!"

Vernon looked at his wife as if she had grown a third head, "Buy the girl clothes? She already has clothes. She can use her older things. They'll fit right?"

Petunia seemed taken aback by Vernon's displeasure at what she was doing and had to stop a moment to assess her self. It was then that she noted her words, and just how perky she sounded when she said them, "Drat. It's that awful curse! There is little however that I can do," she turned to Harry with a smile on her face, "So let's go shopping. Hop in the car. I'll buy you whatever you want."

Harry could only stand there stock still, jaw slightly open, and stare at the woman who had been her captor for 16 long years do a 360 and want to help her, and buy her stuff. She could only gape, "Okay?"

Dumbledore smiled at her, "Your friends will be here tomorrow to pick you up. You're going to the Weseley house this summer correct?"

Harry only nodded and flowed Petunia out of the house, when they were gone Petunia let out a large breath she didn't know she had been holding and turned to Harry grin in place, "Oh, I thought we'd never get out," she looks at Harry as she speaks, "You're a blessing. The girl I never had."

"Inside you said something about a curse? What was that about?"

"Oh that silly thing? My great grandmother was utterly fascinated with boys, so much in fact that she tried to take a child from a friend of hers. Other than that you don't need to know much. Now, whatever shall I buy my little pumkin?"

Harry chose to forget that slight remark and continue to walk to the car. Once there she opened the door and climbed in. The rest of the ride followed in the same fashion, Petunia fussed over Harry and Harry tried to get used to being fussed over by some one he had come to hate. By the time there were at the mall Harry had become only slightly used to the pampering that he was receiving, "So what are we going to buy?"

"Well clothes for one, and then hopefully some birthday presents. It is your birthday is it not?"

"Well yes."

Aunt Petunia smile and they entered the mall. When Harry realized where they were going she felt like turning around, a bright sign glaring: Bras! Was upon her and she had no choice to enter the dreaded place. Once inside Petunia went nuts, picking out this or that. And fitting Harry with them all. Harry for the life of her felt dizzy and could hardly concentrate on what was going on. One second she was trying something on, the next she was being hustled out of the shop one bag in her arms. Filled with all sorts of things she didn't really understand, "Who's going to pay for all of this?"

Petunia smiled at Harry, "You're uncle of course. I have his credit number. Wonderful isn't?"

Harry didn't think it was so wonderful, in fact she thought that Vernon was going to kill her when he found out how much Petunia was spending on her. The next shop was filled with dresses and comfort wear and once again Harry was thrown into a whirlwind of trying things on and buying things. By the time they were out of the store Harry had managed to gather up a load of around five bags. They were heavy and beginning to weigh her down, "Can we leave now? These bags are killing me."

"I suppose so. Listen how's this, after we leave we go and get ice cream. If I buy you anything else Vernon will skin us alive."

An Eyebrow was raised at this but Harry decided it was best not to say anything at all. As they exited the mall and hoped into the car Harry stared out the window, the sun was much lower than it had been when the had arrived at the mall which could only mean that they had spent most of their time there. They stopped at the ice cream shop and Harry turned from the window to look at Petunia, "I'll just have vanilla."

Petunia smiled, "Right," she looked out the window, "Ill have one vanilla and one tutti frutti."

"Tutti frutti?"

She looks at him, "It's my favorite."

She drives up to the drive throu window and once there turns around to ruffle through the things that they brought at the mall. Finally finding what she was looking for she pulled out a tiny box and handed it to Harry, "This is for you. Consider it your birthday present."

The man at the counter looks down at them, "That will be 3.48."

Petunia digs in her purse for the correct amount of pounds and handing him the cash. Finally finding the currency she hands it over. Harry looks at her, "What's in it?"

She takes a lick of her ice cream, "Open it."

Harry tentatively opens the package not really knowing what to expect from some one who had hated her for over around 16 years. For a second she thinks it's going to be a joke but when she opens the small box she it taken by surprise. Inside lays a silver chain, on it a small ruby pendant surrounded by sliver. Harry's first thought is jewelry? Her second notices just how beautiful it is and can help but ogle over its magnificence, "It's, it's beautiful."

Petunia smiles, "Consider it payment for everything I've done to you."

For a second Harry looks at it and then she blushes, "I don't know how to put it on."

"Oh, right, you've never done it before. Turn around."

She turns around and pulls up her hair. Petunia takes the necklace from her and clasps it around her neck. Harry reaches down and fingers the necklaces, "Thank you."

Petunia smiles, and then revves the car into life and they are once again blasting down the road to home.

When they reach the house all is still and Harry feels a sense of foreboding. The house she enters is silent, as if no one is home. Harry walks up to his room, and opens the door. And then everything happens at once, two figures launch themselves at her and she falls backward. Harry can only gape at the people in his room, "Ron? Hermione?"

The two them look down at the person they have tackled and Ron is the first to react, "Where's Harry? Dumbledore said you had something to show us? Are you like his hot cousin or something?"

If Harry had been drinking something at that moment, at that point in time she would of have spewed everything everywhere. Fortunately for both Ron and Hermione she had no such liquid and because of that both were quite safe. Harry stood up and brushed herself off and straightened the skirt that Petunia had bought her, "Of course not Ron. All my family members are dead save the ones in this house,"

Ron seemed to miss the point entirely and continued on, "Then where is he?"

Hermione on the other hand did not, "Ron, I think that is Harry."

Harry smiled, "Actually, it's Elizabeth now."

There was a dead silence for a stretch of time and then, "Oh."

A/N: Well now every one knows. Well not every one, just those who really need to.