Chapter One:

"Oh Merlin!"

Summary: With Voldemort more powerful than ever before Harry becomes a girl and switches to Slytherin to hide and spy for the Order. But will he be able to sell his new friends out?

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Disclaimer: I disclaim.

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A/n: Alas! The thing we Writers do to poor Harry!

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"Harry! You can't! There has to be another way!"

"You can't go! To Slytherin at that! Who'll be my best mate now?"

"Look, Hermione, Ron. I don't like it either, but we might be able to defeat Voldemort-" Harry began

"Don't say the name!" interjected Ron.

"Or at least let us know how many people are on his side. It'll give us a huge advantage to have someone on the inside," he finished as he sent Ron a scathing look.

"Is the gender change really necessary? It seems a bit…" Hermione's voice trailed off.

"I don't trust Snape enough to drink Disguise potions every other day. No one will suspect a thing if it's a girl" Harry replied.

Hermione sighed. "Well, we'd better get to work on your story."

That is how the famous Harry Potter explained to his friends that he was going to become a girl and transfer to Slytherin in order to spy on the spawn of death eaters. It would give him an edge, an unexpected edge that just might help him defeat You-Know-Who. Of course you, my dear Reader, are probably only concerned with how funny Harry's struggles to become a Slytherin girl will be. I hope that you find my story humorous, for it was intended to be so.

After explaining his alarming decision to become a girl (a Slytherin girl no less!) to his friends, Harry Went back to the Leaky Cauldron to talk to Dumbledore. There was only a week till the start of school and the plan had to be initiated immediately. Harry had to adjust to being a girl and purchase girl things. Like fluffy pink quills and stuff, thought Harry, who hadn't the slightest idea of what he was supposed to do.

"How'd they take it?" asked Dumbledore after Harry had come in and sat down.

"Pretty well, I guess. Hermione helped me with my story."

"Have you picked a name?"

"Yeah. It's Harrietta Taverly. Hermione said my new first name should be close to my old one so I'll remember it, but my last name should be different to keep them from being suspicious."

"Excellent! Now, what's your story?"

"I was home schooled, but my parents don't have time to teach me now that their business is picking up. I'll be in my fifth year and I expect I'll be in Slytherin because my uncle was. The rest of my family went to Drumstrang. Once I'm in Slytherin I'll develop a great liking for gossip. I don't have to be snarky right away, because my "parents" didn't put up with snarky children, so I'll have some time to learn the ropes."

"Wonderful. Now, take this," said Dumbledore, holding out a small vial. "And drink it before you go to bed. You'll wake up a girl. The Weasleys know so it's okay, just don't be seen with them. While you do your shopping tomorrow, act like Harrietta Taverly, a Slytherin, not Harry Potter. Oh, and I'll transferred you Gringotts account to your new name today, so you can go to the bank. That's all Harry, you can go. I'll check up on you a week or so after school starts."

Harry took the vial and stood to leave.

"I know it's hard Harry, but it's for the best. Your protected and helping the Order."

Harry left to enjoy his last day as Harry with his friends.

"So it's settled?" asked Hermione.

"Yes," Harry replied glumly.

"Cheer up mate. It won't be that bad... Except you'll be a girl and that means…" Ron said.

"I'll be hit upon by guys, if I'm pretty," summarized Harry.

"Yikes."

"Tell me about it."

"Oh, please you two. Can't we have some fun? Or, or at least help Harry be prepared!" said Hermione.

"Oh Merlin," gasped Harry. "I just thought of something."

"What?"

"I'll have to-to-"

"To what?"

"Wear a bra!"

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That night, Harry took the potion, half hoping it wouldn't work. Tomorrow he'll wake up and I think he'll be a bit different than before.

A/n: Ohhh! The first chapter is finished! I hope you liked it. Heh, heh, torturing Harry is fun.