The Pawn turned Queen

by Cyan93

What does one do when they realize they're a pawn? Harry is going to take any good opportunity to escape the playing board. It just so happens that the way he does it, ends the game! Harry is a human hybrid! His two separate DNA strings only viable because of magic, shunting it into a human Animagus form. When he finds out, he escapes his fate.

2. Chapters 16-30

The Pawn Turned Queen, part 2, ch 16-30

16. Friends Growing Apart

The opening feast had been a surprise to say the least. No quidditch, and a tournament he could not enter, not that he wanted to. Harry was sure Ron had not believed him when he said that he would not want to enter a dangerous tournament just for fame and some galleons. Well, fuck him and his beliefs.

The only thing he wanted was to be with his Luna, whom nobody yet knew was his girlfriend. Sure, Ron and Hermione had noticed him sending Hedwig with letters back and forth, but they were told it was not their business, and that they would find out at school. Hermione had not been happy about that, nor had Mrs. Weasley, but Harry had told them flat out that he did not care. He had a right to his secrets, and they would find out soon enough so why bother being angry. He could not understand that at all. At least Ron did not seem to care, in fact, he seemed happy.

When he mentioned this reaction to Luna, she simply smiled. "He's happy because he's lost a competitor for Hermione's affections." She told him, like this was a well-known fact.

Perhaps it was. Truthfully, Harry could not see that - who would constantly insult the girl he liked? Like Ron did with Hermione - but he trusted Luna to know better than him with these kinds of things, so he took her at her word. What he was reasonably sure about, was that Hermione did not fancy Ron back, but that was something between them.

Now it was showtime.

Never mind how much Harry hated that his life had become a real-life soap on the Hogwarts gossip network, students would always be interested in what he did. And there was no way he could keep his relationship with Luna a secret. If he had to share, then he would share it his way. Nobody really respected his privacy or right to have secrets, not even his friends. They had been constantly badgering him about his correspondence, but Harry had not cracked.

People were just going to have to deal with it, including Ron and Hermione. If they or anybody else could not accept their new relationship, which he felt sure was the only real relationship he had ever had, then they would lose Harry Potter in their lives.

So, after the last announcements had been made and students were free to leave, Harry said his goodbyes, got up from the Gryffindor table, walked to the Ravenclaw table and promptly sat down next to Luna. Never mind that other students did the same every day, never mind that he had talked to her before, never mind that no rule barred him, this simple action still caused a lot of whispers. "Potter and Loony?!"

Harry really, truly hated his fame with a passion he normally reserved for Voldemort or Snape. There was no escaping who he was at Hogwarts.

Sighing deeply at the unfairness of it all, Harry started a conversation with Luna and ignored the rest of the world. They did not matter to him, only his Luna mattered. Now if only he could convince Luna of that.

17. Commitment

Luna knew it was coming, they had talked about it in letters and later the train after all. Still, she was feeling a little ill with all the staring aimed at the back of her head, on every side of her head really. The only staring she was comfortable with was the stare Harry gave her, as if she were the only one in his world right now.

She did sort of agree with Harry, and wanted to take that leap, to trust her fellow students to be happy for her. But her past had shown her that most attention was of the bad kind. The kind that later stole your stuff and hexed you in the back. It did not help that it was Harry Potter she was talking to, when the rest of the school found out they were dating and seriously at that, there would be a backlash.

What she needed right now was to touch him. She had always been a touchy feely sort of person, kind of the opposite of Harry really, and she needed those reassuring touches. But she refrained from reaching out in public, only letting their legs touch for the moment.

Harry had told her that it would be better to ease the school into it, to only show true affection gradually, rather than instantly announcing their feelings for each other. They both hoped that it would help, but Luna knew in her heart it would be bad regardless, at least for her.

Her Loony mask held; it was her default after all. This would cause a crack though, it almost had to since she would be giving people an in. She also knew for a fact that Harry would do his best to protect her, and that he would only cling to her harder in response to any opposition shown.

On the train, Harry had called for Dobby, the most devoted House-elf she had ever met, who had become her friend during her forays into the Hogwarts kitchen last year. Dobby had helped her a lot in her second year, especially towards the end, when he had helped her hunt for her stuff. The elf had bonded with Harry, Luna personally thought that Harry could not have bonded a better elf. Then he told Dobby that his most important task from now on was to guard Luna and her stuff, and to tell Harry immediately if anything was wrong.

Thinking about Dobby and his mission had her finally calm down enough to fully relax and focus on Harry. Looking into his brilliantly green eyes she found it easier and easier to shut out the world, seeing only him. She hoped it would last.

Studying Occlumency at the same time as Harry had helped her yes, but not nearly as much as it had Harry. Apparently, his unique set of circumstances had somehow sped the process up significantly for him. Still, talking to him and his experiences with the art helped her get started on ordering her mind as well, she had recently finished that and had begun designing her mental defences.

Anyway, back to what mattered, she was going to need to get them some alone time soon. Luna desperately needed a full body hug, at least daily, and she was sure Harry needed that too.

18. The Expected Inquisition

Harry faced the inquisition that same evening. Ron started the moment he entered the common room.

"What is the meaning of this?!"

Harry sighed and gave him a hard stare. "Upstairs then, if you're going to be a pissy little boy about this then we'll do it in private at least."

Hermione, who had at least five times as much tact as Ronald, dragged him upstairs under the eyes of all their curious housemates. Upstairs, Harry flicked his wand to close the door.

"Hermione, could you use a silencing charm, you are the best at charms." She did as he asked.

"Yes, she was the one I've been sending letters to all summer Ron. Yes, she is my girlfriend, but I want to let that out gradually, so please keep it quiet."

Both his female and his male friend looked at him in surprise, it seems they had not expected so blunt a confirmation.

"Loony Lovegood, really?!" Ron demanded.

"Don't call my girlfriend Loony, Ron, it's insulting. Any real reasons against my dating her or will this be just unfounded biased opinions?"

"I think this is a good thing Harry, you should start dating, it'll be good for you." Hermione told him, showing at least some tact. Harry did not need her permission to do anything though.

"But she's crazy! Why would you even want to hang out with her?!" Ron shouted.

"No need to shout Ron, this is a small room, and we can hear you simply fine. No, I don't think she's crazy, which you'd know if you had taken the trouble to get to know her."

"She believes in mythical creatures!" Ron ranted.

Harry really did not understand his erstwhile friend. What was his problem? "Ron. Let it go. Can you just accept that I'm happy with her and keep this quiet?"

Ron did not seem all that inclined to accept anything but luckily Hermione looked ready to enforce the situation. "Ron and I will keep it quiet, won't we Ron?" She pinned him with a glare, daring him to say anything else than yes. 'God bless you, Hermione.'

"Yes." Ron finally managed.

"Thank you both. I'll be going to bed now, see you tomorrow."

"Yes, see you tomorrow." Hermione agreed before she left the boys dorm.

As Harry spelled his curtains closed and silenced his immediate surroundings, he noted that Ron had not willingly promised. It would be trouble should Ron flap his mouth in his usual foot-in-mouth shenanigans.

Now, all Harry wanted was to keep to their plan to ease the population of Hogwarts into accepting their relationship. That did not mean he did not want to get Luna somewhere alone though; he was a teenage boy after all.

Not that he was planning anything further than kissing or hugging, no that was not it. Harry would be happy to have somewhere to just hold her without fear of someone spotting them, and he was sure that Luna felt the same way.

Yes, broom cupboards, an unused classroom or the astronomy tower all gave a measure of privacy. But those did not appeal to him at all, despite all Sirius' suggestions to 'explore' them. The Chamber of Secrets was right out, sure it was private but honestly, it was the least romantic or relaxing place he could think of no matter how exclusive access to it was.

Who could he ask that would know a better place? The only ones that knew Hogwarts better than him were the teachers, the ghosts, and the elves. The elves… "Dobby!"

"Master Harry Potter Sir called Dobby!" The happy elf exclaimed. "What can Dobby do for Master?"

Looking right up those bulbous great eyes of his, Harry felt stupid. "Dobby, I'm sorry to say I completely forget about you and for that I'm terribly sorry. Can I make it up to you?" That seemed to make the elf's day. Harry truly felt guilty, looking at those enormous eyes tearing up. "Have you had enough to do?"

"Dobby was learning Master's habits Sir and Mistress Luna's too. And helping Master take his potions, you are forgetting your eye potion by the way. But it is going slowly because the Master does everything himself. Master should call Dobby more, so Dobby can help Master better." He looked at him with eagerness and a bit of steel. Harry vowed to do better.

"Well Dobby, I will definitely try, but there is another way we can do this you know. I am quite sure you have a better idea of what you can do for me than I have. How about you pop in more often, any time you want to talk, or have an idea of how you can help me, you just talk to me. Also, you can stay around longer if you want, you do not have to pop away immediately. You may be my servant, but you are my friend first Dobby, do you think you could do that?"

Apparently, he did think that was a good idea, as he immediately went to hug his leg. "Dobby will do Sir. Was there anything Dobby could do for Master?"

"Well yes Dobby, I'm looking for a place to be alone with Luna, where nobody would find us so we can have a little privacy. Do you know of such a place?" Harry asked. "I could also use that place for the day to recover from the eye potion, because that takes a full day to work and nobody should know."

Seemingly thinking about it, Dobby took a second before he suddenly snapped his fingers and nodded. "Dobby knows Sir. Does Sir want to go now?"

Harry looked at the time and thought better of it. "I don't think that's the best idea Dobby, curfew is only fifteen minutes from now. How about I call you tomorrow when I'm alone with Luna and you can show us then." Dobby nodded. "Eye potion Master?" He said sternly. "Sorry, I had forgotten again, thank you for reminding me Dobby."

"I could also use that place for the day to recover from the eye potion, because that takes a full day to work and nobody should know. It had better be on the weekend." Harry thought aloud.

"When Master cannot see, Dobby does everything. It is a good plan Master Harry Sir." Dobby nodded and popped away, leaving Harry to go to bed. He drifted away on thoughts of Luna.

19. The Room of Requirement

The next day, when classes ended, Harry found his girlfriend and took her up to the seventh floor. Apart from the floor, Dobby had not told him where he needed to go. Checking his map to make sure they were alone, he told Luna they were in fact alone. She immediately called Dobby. A small pop announced his arrival.

"Hello Dobby, Harry tells me you've found us a private place, can you please show us?" Luna asked him. She was always unfailingly polite and friendly toward the elf; Harry was told it was because she owed him and quite liked him. He could understand that himself.

Dobby enthusiastically guided them toward a blank stretch of wall. "Walk past this spot three times thinking of what you are wanting. The Room will do the rest." Smiling widely at them he stayed put instead of popping away immediately. Harry liked his new confidence. He shot Luna a look, asking her if she wanted to do the honours.

Walking past the spot three times, Luna made a door appear, and what a door it was. Swirling oranges, pinks and blues painted the door. Looking at Luna, he found she was happy, apparently it was exactly what she wished for.

As she opened the door and they walked into it, Harry was amazed. The room was so Luna! This could not be anything other than her own bedroom. A small bed, a desk, a couch, and a dresser filled it, just like what you would expect from a bedroom. But what made it hers was all the rest. Drawings, paintings, and sculptures of animals were everywhere; Luna was quite the artist. He even spotted a painting of him, with special emphasis on his green eyes. 'She must really like my eyes,' he thought in a detached kind of wonder.

Looking back at Luna, he saw her waiting for his reaction. "Luna, this room is so you. I love it! Why'd you pick it?" He wondered. She beamed back at him before her mouth took on a devious little smile.

"I wanted you in my room Harry, why do you think that is?" She leered at him, as much as a young girl like Luna could, she was only 13. Harry sputtered, turning a violent red. Taking mercy on him, she took him by the hand and led him inside, pushing him to sit on her bed. "Seriously though, I wanted you to see me for me, which you are already doing. This is just a natural progression." As she said that, she climbed on top of his lap, straddling him. His eyes closed when he felt her incredibly soft lips on his.

Before Harry lost all higher brain function, he checked to see if Dobby was still there. Luckily, he had gone. Harry again decided to give him anything he wanted if asked, Dobby deserved it. That done, he let the many sensations Luna was causing wash away his thoughts for the next hour.

The days passed quickly after that. Harry was halfway done with his potion regime and looked quite fit nowadays, he felt much better too. His sight was now perfect thanks to the potion and he did not wear his plain glasses inside the Room of Requirement.

Luna also appreciated it just as much as him, which she showed him often. He had read the books on magical guardians and their responsibilities and other books healer Smythe had recommended he had read. Dumbledore had really let him down as his guardian.

Not only had not he ensured a happy and healthy home situation, but Harry also had not even known the man was his guardian in the first place. Everything the book said was the responsibility of a magical guardian, Dumbledore had or was failing him in.

Dobby was buying books for him and Luna left and right, he was quite handy for doing shopping like that. For his part, the elf was incredibly pleased to do something for his master and mistress, making both the elf and the kids happy.

Knowing what he had learned from the books, Harry was most unhappy with Dumbledore, which was understandable. Distrustful as Harry already was due to his upbringing, this meant he would not trust the man ever again. He had failed Harry in so many ways, criminal ways even, but now was not the time to confront him about that. Not without a plan at least.

Ron and Hermione had kept their promise to keep quiet for now, which he appreciated, but he could see the strain on his and Ron's relationship. Harry could not spend more than an hour with Ron before it became uncomfortable. By extension this meant he spent less time with Hermione as well since she stayed by Ron's side.

Harry and Luna managed to get a lot of private time in the Room training with spells, studying, and generally getting to know each other better. Luna's Occlumency skill was steadily improving, whilst Harry felt he was done, only requiring some periodic upkeep for his defences and in sorting new memories. This meant he needed less sleep, and his recall was much improved. That combination of results made his grades steadily rise, giving him more time for Luna and further straining Ron's temper. Hermione was proud of his rising grades, but he could see she did not like that he was getting closer to her academically without much effort.

He was just as glad as Luna that their relationship was progressing more in public, the two could be seen kissing in greeting, they even had the occasional snog in hidden alcoves nowadays. Even though not many saw it, everybody did know the rumours surrounding them. They had reached new heights, due to his improved health and physique. He had filled out and gained two inches in height, making him quite a bit more attractive according to his girlfriend.

The rest of the school, mostly the girls, had also noticed this, making him a 'hot' topic. Unfortunately, this meant Luna had to deal with more attention, most of it negative.

The time in the Room of Requirement was mostly used to tutor Luna, as she had asked him to. Luna wanted to skip a grade to be in his year, though she was also using him to escape the other students. Hearing that reason, Harry felt he would have been stupid to refuse. Not that Harry needed any more reason to spend time with her, he relished every moment. Dim though he may be, or had been, considering his newfound relationship with his emotions, Harry had finally recognized he had fallen hard for her.

Since he had followed her advice regarding electives, it was logical that she was also taking the same electives he was. Every assignment he got they did together, which led to them getting straight O's. This was because Luna felt they would have failed if they got any lower grades, seeing as they were doing the work together. Harry was happy to put in the extra work and his electives quickly turned into his two favourite classes.

Ron had started hanging out with Hermione more in Harry's absence, something he was not entirely happy with as Hermione was always harping on him to study more. Hermione, astounded at being surpassed by her friend in the hardest subjects no less, caused her to study even harder. This was a vicious cycle.

The redhead did not agree with Harry's new attitude at all, it was not supposed to be like that, they were supposed to goof off in Divination, play chess in the evenings and sleep late in the mornings. This new situation left Ron with much more time on his own, and he did not know how to handle it. Doing some extra studying of his own or with Hermione did not even occur to him, so he went with his go to activities when stressed, chess and quidditch. Nobody wanted to play with him anymore, as he never let anyone beat him and was quite jealous on the rare occasion that he was defeated. Blaming Harry for all the recent changes soured Ron's relationships even further. Most infuriating to him was that Harry seemed quite unbothered by it all.

For Hermione, the changing relationships between the golden trio had put a wrench in her well-oiled routine. Her irritation for Harry beating her academically, led her to study even more, which had led to more irritation on Ron's end. Ron blamed Harry, but Hermione did not. She was trying to be happy for him even, but it was hard. Not knowing what else to do, she threw herself in her studies, falling back on her first-year behaviour. In short, the situation slowly but surely grew untenable.

Harry's new relationship with his emotions meant that he now understood that he felt a little sad about his first friendships breaking up, but that sadness was slowly changing to relief, as he had never felt better. He noticed how his old friends were doing and decided that it was not his problem, they had to grow up too. He would focus on Luna, who always managed to lift his spirits. Besides, every time he tried to talk to Ron, it turned awkward and sour quickly.

The golden trio's bonds were broken, and people were starting to notice.

Because his notes needed to be legible for his girlfriend, Harry's penmanship also improved steadily. Everything new in his life seemingly conspired to make his grades better. The gains were further compounded because he was helping Luna with her coursework, which solidified his knowledge significantly.

Harry was sure Hermione must have noticed the same when tutoring others, even though she was not that good of a teacher, he felt privately.

One thing that was often discussed in Luna's conjured bedroom, was his female form, or Animagus form, whichever. This was because changing would start hurting him rather quickly. Until that issue with his scar was resolved, further discussion seemed to be rather pointless.

At least Harry thought so. Privately, Luna did not. After all, whenever they discussed it, Harry would soon get irritated and change the subject. Luna did not think that was healthy and wanted to help him get past this. Harry just wanted to put it aside and not think about it, but of course, future events conspired against him.

20. Beauxbatons and Durmstrang

As the end of October neared, notices in the common rooms spread the news that the other Triwizard Schools would be arriving soon, which meant tomorrow, so classes were cancelled to welcome them. As it had nothing to do with them, Luna did not really care, other than that it would break the monotony of Hogwarts' life.

Standing outside, hand in hand, Luna watched with her boyfriend as the schools arrived and entered the school proper. It was quite the show really, but they were glad when dinner finally started. Luna was seated next to Harry at the Gryffindor table holding his hand when a French girl asked him for the Bouillabaisse. Harry just handed it over to her, not even noticing anything wrong. His eyes widened when he finally realized who it was that was standing before him.

Luna did notice, all of it. All the boys at the table sat drooling at the girl whilst Harry was unaffected. The girl noticed this too and turned back to Harry, and then to Luna, and then to Harry again. Taking apparent notice of their joined hands. After that curious behaviour, her expression shifted to incredulous. She obviously did not understand something.

"Hi Harry, quick question, are you gay?" she asked silently, so that only Harry and Luna could really hear her. Harry's face showed shock whilst Luna started to smile. "No, he's my boyfriend." Luna told her. "Are you Veela?"

"Yes. Do you know what that means?" The older girl asked. "No that can't be. Anyway, we should really talk to each other later, just the three of us in private. I'm Fleur Delacour by the way."

By now Harry had seemingly regained his wits, partly. "We'll definitely do that Fleur, right Luna?"

"Of course, we will, Harry Potter, I'm Luna Lovegood by the way." Harry never needed an introduction, probably. Besides, they seemed to know each other, but Luna felt it would be polite anyway. "We'll send you a note if that's alright Fleur."

Fleur nodded and walked away.

"Did you know her, Harry?" She asked him curiously. "Yes, I'll tell you all about it when we're alone, is that okay?" Of course, it was, Luna nodded whilst giving his hand a squeeze. Boys all around them seemed to visibly snap out of it when Fleur was far enough away, making Luna and Harry chuckle, earning them some strange looks from boys and girls alike.

That evening, Harry and Luna wrote a letter inviting her to the seventh-floor corridor the next day at 7pm, which they had Dobby deliver when Fleur was alone.

21. Fleur's Allure

Walking the last steps to the seventh floor, Fleur looked around to find Luna or Harry, not finding anyone she started looking around.

Not being intimately acquainted with the castle, she did not notice the door appear where previously there was just a blank stretch of wall. She did however find Luna beckoning her. "Hi Luna! Strange place for a sitting room," she commented as she followed Luna inside.

"I guess you're as curious about this as I am, seeing how quickly you arranged this I mean." She said, sitting down in a plush chair. "I take it Harry told you how we'd met?"

"Yes, he did. I am happy you two had a good talk, but I am more curious about this Veela business now. Though if you want to practice your English, I'd also be happy to help you later." Luna told her. "I have a good idea about why it is you'd think him strange but why don't you confirm it for me," she paused. "I don't really know what being a Veela means for you, aside from the obvious effect you have on boys. Most boys I mean." Luna amended her statement, looking at Harry.

"Right to the point huh, I guess that's best. My allure as it is called, should affect all boys, though some feel it lesser than others. Fleur started. "But then, when I noticed that I did not affect Harry, I increased the pressure and that still didn't seem to do a thing to him. Did you feel something Harry?" She asked him.

"Actually, I did feel something, but it both pulled me in and pushed me back if that makes sense." Harry shrugged. "it was the same at the World Cup.

"You felt it there too?" Fleur asked him incredulously. "I thought you were too young to feel it then."

"All the guys at the table said you suddenly became the most beautiful being they ever saw but that didn't happen with me. Sure, I noticed you were beautiful and that seemed to increase for a second or two after you turned back to look at us, but then I thought that you were just another girl. First the pull, then the push. After that I felt no push or pull anymore whatsoever."

Throughout his recounting Luna held his hand, nodding along in agreement. Fleur was confused, this was all very strange. "Luna, you felt the same, didn't you?" Luna nodded.

"You both felt the same, which is highly unusual. Can I try pushing my allure on you?" Harry and Luna just nodded together, which did not really surprise Fleur but for the synchronicity, they were obviously very much in sync.

After thirty seconds or so pushing her allure she quit, noticing something. "Feel anything different?"

"I felt a pressure building, a push like Harry said." Luna told her, turning to Harry. "I felt a faint pull, but it was very quickly changed to a push." Harry told her.

"Let me try again." She said, immediately fully pushing her allure. Looking straight at Harry's eyes she dropped the allure again. 'There it was again, just like at the World Cup.'

"Luna, look at his eyes." Fleur pushed again and cut off immediately. Both girls clearly saw his eyes shift brown for a second. "Ahh," Luna said calmly. As if that explained it all.

Luna took both his hands in hers before simply stating. "Harry, your eyes went brown. Do you think we should tell her?"

Harry's mouth dropped open. If this situation were not so strange, Fleur was certain that she would have laughed out loud. As it was, a soft chuckle escaped.

"I don't know what the eye-thing is, but I remember your eyes were brown at the Tournament too. What I can tell you is that Harry's reaction is strange because it is more in line with what a girl would feel than what a boy would feel because of my allure. Does that make sense to you?"

"Harry," Luna prodded him.

"Alright Luna, if you feel we can trust her we can tell her part of it." He said slowly. "I think we can Harry." Luna replied, "But it has to be your choice."

"Fleur, there's something nobody but us knows and we don't want known. Can you keep a secret?"

Thinking about it, Fleur saw no reason why she would not keep it. Saying so, she saw that was not enough. "How about I promise you I won't tell anybody about what you're about to tell me, no matter what it is for as long as you want, will that be enough for you?"

Harry saw that she meant it and nodded. At first, she could not believe it, what they were telling her was unheard of. Still, there was no doubting it when he changed right in front of her eyes, changing back after twenty seconds of being a girl. A girl! A beautiful girl with dark red hair and brown eyes. Well, that certainly explained it, it fit the facts rather snuggly really. Losing the glasses also helped perfect the picture, in both bodies.

'After hearing such an incredible story, there really is only one thing I can do', Fleur thought to herself. "I am glad you trusted me with this. Honoured, actually! I will keep your secret, do not fret about that. Do you think we three could be friends?"

She really wanted to be friends with these two. Never had people reacted this well to her and her allure. Her friends could change their tune at the drop of a hat, usually around boys. These two would not have the same problem it seemed, so jealousy was no issue here.

So, when they looked at each other and nodded their agreement, totally in sync again, she was happy with this night's events.

"You don't look as bad as your story suggests." Fleur commented.

"That's because of the potions." Luna informed her. "He has really improved, hasn't he?" She said happily, making Harry squirm in his seat from the attention. He quite liked being healthy, and that was without the happy side effects it had on Luna.

Talking to them for the rest of the evening, she learned a lot about the two and was also told about the incredible room they were in. All three of them left the room late, happy, and overall, better for it.

Fourth Triwizard Champion

Soon it was time for the selection ceremony which fell on Halloween. Whereas Harry would normally have been dreading that day for weeks, this time around he had been too preoccupied to really notice.

Now, as the goblet was fired up and Dumbledore was about to announce names, a feeling of dread was pooled in his stomach. What was this about an unbreakable contract? He was happy for Fleur when she was chosen because he knew that was what she wanted, so he stood up to cheer for her. But even as all three champions were chosen, Harry was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. He did not have to wait long.

"Harry Potter!" The headmaster called.

Harry did not move as every remaining eye in the Great Hall turned to him. "Harry Potter, you need to join the other champions."

Luna sadly pushed his shoulder. "Harry, just go find out if you can get out of this. I know you didn't enter, and I'll be waiting for you here."

Numbly, Harry stood up and walked towards the door whilst every eye followed his every step.

Walking through the door, he was spotted by the three champions and went to join Fleur emotionlessly. "Harry, what's going on?" She asked him worriedly.

He did not have to answer as the doors opened and admitted the three school heads, the government officials, McGonagall, Moody, and Snape for whatever insane reason.

"Incredible, just incredible! We have four champions this time." Ludo Bagman said.
"Did you enter Harry; did you enter your name in the Goblet of Fire?" Dumbledore asked him.

"No, I did not." Harry said softly, answering all their questions at once. Finding strength somewhere, he stood up straight and looked Dumbledore in the eye. "I was looking forward to an easy year to be honest. Now how are you getting me out of this, Sir?"

It looked to Harry that people were just about ready to burst before he spoke his last sentence. Then everybody looked to see how the headmaster would respond, it was a valid question.

"I'm afraid I cannot my boy, once your name comes out of the Goblet of Fire it means you are locked in a contract with your magic at stake. You're going to have to compete, Harry." He told the boy, looking sad. Harry did not believe him at all. He was starting to get mad, every negative thought about the man flashing through his head.

"He cannot compete!" Karkaroff yelled, at the same time as Snape snarked, "the boy obviously entered himself. As arrogant as his father, that brat is."

"Headmaster." Harry started, deadly calm. His nerves turned to ice in his rising anger. "How can I be in a contract for my magic without entering myself? How in the hell can anybody be entered by another?!" By now his voice was rising. "Besides, did you not put an age line around the cup? Didn't you tell the school that nobody under 17 could enter the tournament?! Wasn't this tournament cancelled because it was too dangerous?!"

"It was. Somebody probably entered you to get you killed." Moody decided to share his insight. 'Well, no fucking shit!'

"It doesn't matter how it happened; you are contracted now. You have to compete." Deadly silence followed that last blunt statement by the headmaster. The man had just told a fourteen-year-old boy point blank that he would not lift a finger for him, a student for whose safety he was responsible.

"I refuse." Harry was done. He walked out, pissed beyond belief. He passed Luna and walked upstairs, not even checking to see if she was following.

Nobody who was still in that anteroom could reasonably doubt that Harry did not enter himself, not after that performance. But that did not seem to be stopping the adults from arguing. Seeing this, Fleur left if there was anything important to be said, they would find her later. Not seeing Harry or Luna in the great hall, she asked students where Harry went.

When she found out that they had gone up the stairs she had an idea that they were going to use the room on the seventh floor, so she went straight there. There was no door. Knowing how the room worked, she made it appear by asking to find the room where Harry and Luna were.

As Fleur walked in, only Luna noticed her, Harry seemed locked in his own little world for the moment. "How is he, does he really intend to refuse?"

"Yes, he doesn't want to compete and thinks he shouldn't be forced to, as he didn't enter himself." Luna answered Fleur. "I quite agree but that doesn't mean I'm not afraid he'd lose his magic."

"I understand, we just don't know for certain. The Goblets magic is old magic, I am guessing it does not care about age. We also do not know if it takes the magical signature of the one entering the piece of paper or the one who is written on it. Have you asked to see the handwriting?"

That got the first response out of Harry, proving he had been listening. "No, though that's a good idea. We should also ask for the rule book and this contract they keep talking about. I'm going right away." Which he proceeded to do without pause.

After he exited the room, Luna sadly shook her head at Fleur, telling her it was no use following, he had come back soon enough. They sat in silence, neither really knowing what to say.

True to Luna's prediction, he was back after half an hour, with tears in his eyes. His left hand held a piece of paper and his right a scroll. Lifting his left hand, he said, "it's from a piece of homework, I always sign them with 'Harry P'." Then he sat down and threw the scroll on the table in the middle of the room. "And here's the rules, if you can call them that," he stated, before laying his head back and shutting his eyes.

Fleur looked at Luna before grabbing the rules. Luna came round and read with her over her shoulder.

"This is the vaguest contract I've ever seen." Fleur stated after five minutes of reading. "Also, the most loophole proof, because of it." Luna added. "You're right, it also doesn't distinguish how the cup makes the contract, it just says "the chosen".

"So, it's fifty-fifty." Harry decided before sighing. "Aye, I can live with those odds." He stood up and gave them a weary nod. "I'm going to bed, talk to you tomorrow."

"It's really bad isn't it?" Fleur asked Luna.

"Yes, yes, it is. He's going to forfeit." Luna answered with conviction. "He's told me before there's nothing keeping him here except for me. He has been let down so much in this school. For me it is the same. That is why I am going to tell him that whatever he decides, I will support him every step of the way."

Fleur took that as truth, knowing that Luna knew him best. "Whether he goes through with it or not. He's the bravest man I know." She really thought so. 'Who'd consider a life without magic? Life in the magic world must not have treated him well.' She thought sadly. 'To want to go back to an abusive environment.'

23. Broken Bonds

Stepping through the portrait, Harry was greeted by bedlam. What looked like started out as a party was now a screaming contest and Ron looked to be winning. Hermione was standing next to him. "He just cheated his way into the tournament, he's no Gryffindor! He..." Seeing Harry evidently took the wind from his sails, causing everyone to look at him.

Despite being bone weary, Harry addressed his House. "I will say this once and then I will go to bed, it's been a long day as you can imagine." Looking everyone in the eye he said, "I did not enter my name into the Goblet of Fire, I do not want to participate in the Tournament, and I think the person who entered me is trying to kill me like what happens every year. Thank you." Before walking straight up to his dormitory and dropping on his bed, not even bothering to take off any clothes.

A minute later Ron and Hermione stormed in. "How could you Harry! Tell us the truth, it doesn't matter how you did it but just tell us!" Hermione said.

Flopping over, so he could look at them he saw his two 'friends' faces. Plain to see was their continued belief he had lied to them and to their House. The House that should be his 'family'; they were getting more and more like the Dursleys at least. "So, you still don't believe me, do you?" He asked them rhetorically. "No, never mind. I heard Ron downstairs. How about you leave me be and come talk to me when you get your heads screwed on straight. Right now, I just want to sleep. Goodnight."

When they still did not get the memo and started ranting, Harry took his wand and spelled his bed curtains closed and silenced. Then he warded it for sound like he did at Privet Drive before he fell into slumber.

24. Malfoy's Advice

He tried; he really did. Over the next couple days, he tried being nice, asking both his Head of House and the Headmaster to get him out of this situation, but he did not get any help. He got the feeling McGonagall did not even believe him about not entering himself. Typical really.

Ron, in his anger, had told people it was probably Loony's fault, as before she got her hooks in him this summer, he would not have done this. 'There goes that promise.' Harry thought when he heard. The only anger he could still manage for Ron was because he was dragging Luna into this, that was not okay by Harry.

At dinner, after four days of being a 'Champion', if being chewed out by the whole school could be called that, he got some unexpectedly useful advice. As he sat with Luna at the Ravenclaw table, Malfoy came by, loudly proclaiming that "It might be a good idea to set up a Will Potter, as you'll probably die in the first task or lose your magic for being the coward that you are!"

Blinking twice in response to his school rival, he stood up and raised his hand to shake Draco's. Unprepared for the action, Draco let it happen. "Thank you, Draco. I think I will do just that. Will you please excuse me Luna? I need to talk to my Head of House." Luna just looked up and said, "of course Harry, though don't go in expecting to die, you might surprise yourself." Harry nodded in thanks and walked away, leaving Draco and everybody who was watching flabbergasted.

Stepping up to the staff table, Harry soon stood in front of McGonagall. "Yes, Mr. Potter. Can I help you?"

'Like she did not even hear Draco and me, not 30 feet away. That is not professionalism, that's apathy.'

"You can professor, I'm requesting a leave of absence to go to Gringotts in order to write my Last Will."

Shaking her head, she nodded. "Of course, you can. I will escort you personally this Saturday if that's alright with you, I have some business in the Alley then."

'She didn't even sound any different, just your average request, I guess.' Harry thought wryly. "Thank you, professor, that would be fine." There was no need to be rude, after all. The woman probably thought he was being dramatic, or something like that.

25. Contingency Plans

Sitting in the Room with Fleur and Luna again, Harry let their love and support wash over him. His Gryffindor 'family' had let him down again, even worse than in second year. Fact was that all four houses held a grudge for him for some reason or other. Slytherin had always had a grudge, they just stepped it up because of the new-found support they got from the other houses. Hufflepuff was ignoring him, for snubbing their Champion Cedric Diggory. Ravenclaw was probably upset that he did what nobody could, namely get past the protections on the Goblet. Gryffindor because they felt he was a cheater, mostly because of the nonsense Ron and by association Hermione were spouting. After all, if his 'best friends' did not believe him, who could?

In reaction, Harry had moved out of the tower in favour of staying in the Room of Requirement, where only Luna and Fleur visited him. Outside of classes and meals, nobody saw him anymore, and nobody cared enough to notice it.

Neither did they notice Luna missing from her dorm when she eventually decided to move in with him. She was not singled out much more for being his girlfriend, which was quite surprising really. Luna thought it had to do with Harry's public opinion now and like Harry, was quite happy with that. They had enough to worry about.

Harry was done being Harry Potter, The-Boy-Everybody-Loved-To-Hate. If he could change into his other form and stay that way indefinitely to start over, he would do so without hesitation and said as much to Fleur and Luna. They understood it but did not like it. Especially Luna, who wanted him to accept both sides of himself.

With the increased closeness of the two, living together will do that, she effectively managed to cram into his head that she liked his soul, not his body. So that whatever he decided to do, or as what he wanted to live, she would be his girlfriend still. There was a lot of kissing involved, and even some changing, though very short-lived.

One memorable occasion such as that was when Harry accidentally grabbed Luna's breast and unthinkingly squeezed it before noticing what he had done. He immediately apologized to which Luna responded with a cheeky "Harry, as you've fondled my breasts just now, it's only fair if I get to fondle yours too."

Harry, glad as he was to get off as easy as that, quickly changed and let her do what she wanted. Which felt entirely too good; he only changed back because of the incoming headache. "Did you like that," she asked him. When he nodded, she told him that it was the same for her, and that when they were alone, he had permission to touch her there. She was too good for him, Harry thought.

So, there were upsides to living outside of Gryffindor tower, he decided. Luna thought so too, and there were upsides to Harry being able to change form as well. No matter what form he was in, he was still a horny teenager it seemed.

Tomorrow was Saturday when he would visit the Goblins to write his Will. He would all but given up by now. Stubborn as he was, he did not even contemplate participating anymore. If the Goblet took his magic, he hoped it would choke on it. If it did not, well, he was leaving one way or another.

Luna had said she would go with him, but he did not want that, he did not want her to lose her magic just because he had. She at least had to go to school until she got her OWL's, otherwise her wand would be snapped. But Luna and Fleur had straightened him out on that issue. Home-schooling was supposed to be an option according to the girls.

He had put much thought in it. As a squib, Harry would not have any right to his vaults, so he would give Luna the lot. Really, his godfather had plenty and he did not want to give anyone else anything of his wealth, however much or little it may be.

At least she would be able to find tutors or something, instead of being at Hogwarts; he had not asked about her financial situation, but he doubted that she would receive any help from her dad going by her stories of the man. If she did not abandon Harry when he lost his magic - he had found he was selfish enough to want to be with her without any magic too - at least they would have enough money to survive.

Fleur had told both Harry and Luna that if they were to leave England, that they should go to France, where she or her family would help them. Harry told her they would keep it in mind, laughing about the stupidity of it all. He had saved a lot of people during his time in Hogwarts, and if the story were to be believed, he had saved the entirety of wizarding England from Voldemort when he was a baby. That he was now seriously contemplating leaving Hogwarts and England behind because he was not appreciated or even accepted, was so incredible that it beggared belief. If he had a choice of crying or laughing about it, he would rather laugh, so he did.

Fleur asked him why he was laughing which led him to recount all his hare-brained and death-defying adventures. She had a hard time believing it, so he invited her and Luna to go and visit the Chamber of Secrets, as that was the hardest to believe story. Luna believed him already but wanted to go anyway. The girls accepted his offer, so they planned to go tomorrow after he had seen the Goblins.

26. Goblin Relation

Standing before Gringotts with McGonagall, she told him to take his time, and that she would be waiting for him in the lobby afterwards. Then she left Harry to his own devices.

Harry addressed a teller. "Hi, I'm Harry Potter and I'd like to speak to the Potter account manager." Sirius had told him how to handle this via mirror-phone.

The teller looked down on him with his long nose. "I'm going to need a drop of your blood to verify your identity" He passed him a dagger. Harry pricked his thumb with it and the wound immediately closed. "Follow Grimjaw, please." The goblin told him before barking some words in Gobbledygook.

Grimjaw led him to an office which they entered. "Lord Potter, here to speak with you Bonetooth," Grimjaw announced before leaving and closing the door.

"Lord Potter?" Harry questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, Lord Potter, that is what the records show, and they do not lie. You were emancipated on Halloween this year the records show, didn't you know?"

"No, I did not. Halloween? That is when I was entered into a contract with the Goblet of Fire, maybe that's what did it." Harry said numbly.

"Was entered? Do you mean to say you did not enter yourself?" Bonetooth asked him. "Curious." The goblin stated, after Harry did not refute his question.

"You know that there is no way you can enter a contract as an underage wizard unless your magical guardian did accept it, right? Besides, they would also need your full name otherwise it would not be valid. Only you can write a contract like that without your full name and that would involve a blood quill."

"I know for a fact your guardian does not know your full name so that's out. But he did push you to compete, as did the ministry." Bonetooth smiled, seeing Harry's surprise. "We goblins hear things too, Lord Potter. With him being the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and your magical guardian, this means you got emancipated. This was recorded by the magical registry so you should have been informed of this."

The goblin did not look impressed at Harry that these facts needed explaining, uncaring or not noticing that he had just turned Harry's whole life around. With a sneer he continued.

"Now Lord Potter, can you tell me why you did not come to me right after your eleventh birthday, as requested? Or why you did not respond to any Gringotts mails? We do not look kindly upon people who ignore us."

Open-mouthed, Harry scrambled to think. "I've never received Gringotts mail, Sir. In fact, I first heard of Gringotts, or magic for that matter, only after my eleventh birthday."

That seemed to shut Bonetooth up. He pulled a ledger out of nowhere and started flipping through it.

"According to this, all letters were received and opened. Interesting." He paused. "Intercepting Gringotts mail is a crime, Lord Potter, rest assured, we will find the culprit and punish him. It's most likely your former magical guardian, as only you or him opening it would show in this ledger as having been received and opened."

Seeing the question on Harry's face he elaborated. "Your magical guardian on record is Albus Dumbledore, or I should say he was, you have been emancipated after all. He is supposed to show you all Gringotts correspondence and explain your station to you. Having seen your reactions today, I imagine he has failed in this responsibility and likely all of them if you didn't even know he was your guardian."

All this news and all its consequences hit Harry at once, making him growl. "Dumbledore again." He stopped and looked at Bonetooth. "Before I hit you with a hundred questions, do you have anything else you think I should know about, Bonetooth?"

"Two things, first seeing the state of your clothing and the fact that you didn't know who your guardian was, you have been stolen from. It is quite a lot, not for you, but stolen from regardless. Don't worry, we'll get you that money back."

"Secondly, I have been the Potter account manager for many years, in other words, I knew your parents. They have asked me to deliver this letter when you visited for the first time. I suggest you read it right now."

Bonetooth pulled two letters from the ledger and handed them to him.

Harry started reading immediately.

Dear Harrison Jasmine Potter-Black, our beautiful baby.

As we write this, we have just celebrated your first birthday. Unless we died, you are not supposed to read this, so if you do read this, we are dead, and you are not. We have instructed our account manager Bonetooth to hand this letter to you after your eleventh birthday. This is hardly the best of circumstances, but as our Will states, we have arranged for you to be taken care of by trusted people who should raise you with love. Do not ever doubt our love for you.

You should have been raised by, in order:
Sirius Black (Sworn Godfather)
Alice Longbottom (Sworn Godmother)
Amelia Bones (Family friend)
Poppy Pomfrey (Family friend)
Minerva McGonagall (Family friend)

If not these people for some reason, you were never supposed to meet Petunia Dursley, as she would not treat you well (hates magic).

Because of a prophecy told to Albus Dumbledore (whom we have reasons not to trust) we had to go into hiding soon after your birth. You should know this prophecy. It goes:

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches.
Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies.
And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal,
but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not.
And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives.

Whilst we do not believe in prophecy, we are told that Voldemort does, which places us in danger. That is why we used a Fidelius charm to hide our house with us in it. Our secret keeper would be your godfather Sirius, but we changed to Peter Pettigrew at the last minute due to a recommendation by Albus Dumbledore.

If we died despite this charm, DO NOT EVER TRUST EITHER PETER OR ALBUS, because we are dead because of them.

Now, we are not sure how to tell you this if you do not already know, but you are both a boy and a girl. That is why we changed your name to Harrison Jasmine Potter, instead of Harry James Potter, so you can pick Harrison (Harry) or Jasmine. This is known by none other than us, your godfather and Bonetooth. Though I am sure your current guardian knows by now too.

After some research, and together with the goblin healers, we have come up with a theory as to how this came to be. Magic did not have the answers, but the Muggles did. You are most probably a rare kind of twin. One where 2 sperm cells entered 1 egg cell, which happens in less than 1% of the cases. This happens with muggles too, but they usually do not live. This makes you a Hybrid/Chimera with ?% XY chromosome pairs and (100-?)% XX chromosome pairs. Do not worry, you are still human and let nobody convince you otherwise. We do not know why this works, but with magic, who knows? In any case, you are both boy and girl and can change between the two. This might be strange but treat this as the gift it is. If you do not want to be both, just choose one and stick with it. It is your life; you have just been blessed with one choice other people do not get.

PS. You are going to be a Lord or Lady upon your maturity, learn well what that means and what your responsibilities are. Your guardian should start teaching you all about the family and your Lordship from now on (11-years old).

If you have questions, ask Bonetooth, you can also show him the letter, he knows most of it anyway.

Always remember we love you.

Lily Potter nee Evans & James Potter,

Your loving parents.

Reaching the end, Harry was crying his eyes out, making Bonetooth look extremely uncomfortable indeed. Harry just handed it over, indicating he should read it.

When Bonetooth was done, Harry had himself under control again. "Bonetooth, do you have any idea why my parents' Will was disregarded like that?"

"Lord Potter, your parents' Will was sealed on the order of the Chief Warlock, Albus Dumbledore. Because, according to him, it contained information dangerous to the war effort." The goblin sneered. "Dangerous for him is more like it. You now have the power to unseal the Will because you're emancipated."

"This could, potentially mind you, damage him or at least his reputation. I say that because despite him breaking the law, locking up an heir to a Noble and most Ancient House without trial and not following the Will of a Noble and most Ancient House, Dumbledore will most probably not face jail-time for this. That man is just too powerful and slippery."

"That's so wrong! Nobody should be above the law." Harry said. "Just another reason to leave the country I suppose. So, you know about me being a girl too?"

The non-sequitur did not seem to bother the goblin. "Yes, I knew. You were seen by goblin healers when you were little. Leaving the country, Lord Potter? May I know why?" He parried.

Harry laughed. "Goblin healers huh, do you think they can look at me again? I've an extremely specific question for them. It is regarding my scar. It's actually very convenient you already know that I can be a girl too, as those are related." Harry concluded.

"Anyway, yes, I am planning to leave the country, as nobody in England seems inclined to believe anything I say or even to just help me or tell me things. Excluding you now obviously, you have told me more than anybody ever has except for my godfather. Thank you for that Bonetooth." Harry amended his previous statement.

"I didn't even know I had a magical guardian. And now, I am told I could lose my magic if I do not compete in a deadly tournament by that so-called guardian. There is nothing keeping me here except my girlfriend Luna and she's willing to go with me; we were thinking of France, actually."

"I can schedule an appointment with a goblin healer right now if you wish, Lord Potter," seeing Harry nod he pushed a button or something similar.

"Right, that's done. Now, I have already told you that you are not in that contract as nobody knew your full name, this is something Dumbledore should not be aware of as it is not written in the Will, which was written before the name change." Bonetooth paused, presumably to give Harry time to assimilate that information.

"I don't know how that Goblet works because it was not produced by goblins, but I know contracts. Either the magical signature of the person entering the name is taken for the contract or the magical signature of the name entered itself, which is only possible via blood quill. Did you see the paper that came out of the goblet?"

"Yes, it was a piece torn of one of my homework assignments." Harry told him.

"Did you write 'Harrison Jasmine Potter' as your name or write with a blood quill?" Harry shook his head emphatically. "That name was accepted by magic; I saw that myself. As you are no longer Harry James Potter, you are safe that way."

"Then your magic should be safe, barring incredible stupidity that went into making that Goblet. That is always a risk with you humans, I guess." Bonetooth finished idly.

"That is a piece off my mind, Bonetooth." Harry deflated, "I'm definitely not going to compete then." Having carried this worry for a while now he only now noticed how heavy it had weighed on him.

"Bonetooth, aside from the consultation with the healer, there's a lot of things I need to talk to you about. I need to write a will, leave the country, sell a basilisk, get even with Dumbledore and a few other things. Do you have time for this today?"

"Yes, Lord Potter, I've a standing order to clear my schedule when you first asked to speak with me. There is a lot we must go over but doing it all today might be counterproductive. Depending on your plans to leave the country and possibly the results of what the healers find. Let us wait on that, a goblin should be arriving any second now."

He was right, as there was a knock on the door right after he said it. "With your permission sir," he said as they walked for the door, "I'd like to join you with the healers. You will have my discretion of course."

After nodding towards the goblin supposed to escort them, he told Bonetooth, "Sure Bonetooth."

They arrived quickly, as it was only two corridors away. A goblin looking no different than other goblins in either looks or bearing approached him as they entered. "Lord Potter, my name is Healer Clawvice, what can we do for you?"

"I'd like you to look at my scar, it hurts sometimes and always under circumspect circumstances. Such as when the spirit of Voldemort is near or when I take the form of a female and my scar disappears. In both cases I get a blinding headache located behind my scar."

To Clawvice's credit, he took the news as stoically as a rock, merely lifting an eyebrow. 'Goblins do that too huh.' Harry had a habit of doing the same, so he had unconsciously mirrored him. Seeing Harry's expression, he nodded. "We knew he was not dead, and I've just read your file." 'Not really happy about that being in a file but they don't seem to care. Must be a goblin thing.'

"Can you show us? Changing I mean?" The healer asked Harry. 'Why not?'

He had become quite good at the change recently; even partial transformations were becoming possible. He liked watching and feeling the smooth skin his female form afforded him and Luna kept encouraging him to not keep that part of himself hidden. The scars of his male form had diminished because of the potions but they had not all disappeared, not by a long shot. They had just lessened significantly.

After 30 seconds, he started grimacing, headache coming on. After 50 seconds, he changed back, not willing to take it any longer.

"Amazing," the healer breathed, Harry had not expected a goblin to react as such.
"Right, lay down on this table and I'll scan you."

As soon as Harry had complied, the healer started chanting something. Lights flowed over the scar and soon the body. After a few minutes of that, Harry felt a little pull that soon became stronger. Just when it started to hurt, the chanting stopped.

"Good and bad news I'm afraid. But first, a question. You show evidence of past hurts that seemed to have healed recently. Was this done by human healing?"

"Yes." Harry told him.

"Right, might have something to help with that too, later. Bad news is you've got a piece of Voldemort in your scar, good news is there's an easy way to get rid of it." The healer told him succinctly. "Soul-containers, really foul business. You are quite lucky for that option; it is much easier than other methods and only possible because he fucked up. Those other methods would most likely kill you and be more painful by far."

Harry was happy for the goblin tact this time. He had hardly had time to be disgusted with the first news before the second made it better. 'It's like ripping a band aid and getting an ice-cream stuffed in your gob all in one second.' Harry laughed, proving to himself his emotions were all over the place again.

"Please, tell me this easy way, Healer Clawvice." Harry asked, not really expecting a goblins' definition of easy to match with his'.

"Be a female for two minutes maximum." The Healer grimaced, 'or is that a smile?' He could not tell.

"Other than splitting my head open with a killer headache, how do you expect that to work?"

"Goblins have only one form, and cannot have another, but that does not mean we haven't studied how it works in humans. I believe your people call it Animagus. This other form appears to be yours." Harry nodded, admitting that the healer was right. But that did not mean that he understood now.

"Yes, but please elaborate for this mere human." He told Clawvice in a droll manner, getting a barked laugh in response.

"I suppose I must. A human's other form resides in a separate space, a space unconnected to this world it is theorized. The only connection is to the body, not the soul, it just fits the soul. As this seems to be true, shifting into female form will cause the soul-piece to lose its connection to your magic."

He looked Harry into the eye. "Not having access to magic, it will lose its connection to the main soul and die. Normally it would retaliate by possessing the host-body, but as that is in storage so to speak, that will not do anything except for hurting your head, badly I imagine. The head is the one link your bodies share except for your soul, because it holds your memories."

"Now, I have one more theory. If you do this, normally the soul-piece once destroyed would fly to the afterlife, having lost its connection to this world. But as it cannot because it is in a pocket-dimension, it will probably use the link to your other aspect, your female body, to escape. This might force it to leave something of itself behind, maybe, but that is nowhere near certain. In any case, the soul-piece will scream bloody murder when leaving this plane, all accounts agree on this, so you might want to do this in a private place. It will also still hurt like hell. Any questions?"

Harry was sure he would have some later but right now, he could not think of one, so he signalled that he did not. "Thank you Clawvice."

"Right, Lord Potter. After you have done this. Come back here so we can do a ritual to improve upon that healing. It might even take care of the scar."

"That's amazing. I will not forget that thank you again."

27. Striking out

"I believe this can be incorporated in your plans Lord Potter." Bonetooth said, as they were walking back to his office. Harry had to agree, it would just need careful planning.

"Now, how about I write my Will first, it'll be really short anyway." Harry suggested.

"That is fine, how about you tell me about the basilisk you talked about whilst you write it." Bonetooth countered, handing him paper, a quill and an example Will, very handy that.

"Well, I was actually planning to visit with the basilisk tomorrow, my friends wanted to see it." Harry started telling Bonetooth of the entire second-year adventure whilst writing his Will, which was to be simple. He basically stated that when Harry either died or lost his magic, all his assets were to go to Luna. Still, with all the flowery language he had to copy from the example Will, it took him a while.

He finished his Will together with his story. As he was telling Bonetooth about the diary's death-scream both looked up in realization. Harry saw the first glimpse of honest emotion on a goblin. Bonetooth was truly appalled.

"First I thought he'd only made one. But now, after knowing of two already. Yes, the diary was another." He confirmed Harry's thoughts.

Seemingly deciding, Bonetooth nodded and continued. "This is a crime of the highest order to the goblin nation, and we've a standing directive to destroy all soul-containers. Knowing he already tried to kill you before, his making you a soul-container must have been accidental. Such an unstable soul takes some doing you know; souls are usually quite stable. That really bothers me, as he must have made more than a few for that to happen."

"We at Gringotts have a standing policy regarding the vile things. Never tell a human about them and destroy any we find. If you ever find another, or even know of another, please tell the goblin nation and we will help destroy them. We usually do not bother with humans but I've a feeling the director will want to make an exception for the abomination that calls himself Lord Voldemort. Leaving him alive does not sound like good business."

Harry nodded. "I'll soon be leaving these shores behind, but that doesn't mean I won't help if I can. Still, I will not let them heap Voldemort on me as my responsibility, prophecy be damned. You should know that."

"I understand Lord Potter. Now, you said you wanted to sell the basilisk, leave the country, and sue Dumbledore. I propose we do it like this." He said, before showing Harry exactly why goblins had the reputation to be shrewd and devious.

Harry used all the knowledge he had gathered from the books healer Smythe recommended and more. Bonetooth grinned like a loon more than once throughout this planning session. 'Guess that's why they call goblins bloodthirsty, heh.'

Healer Smythe would also be happy to know the why of the situation. 'Besides,' Harry thought. 'She seemed like she would like nothing more than to take Dumbledore down a peg. We can use that. And Oooh! That is a brilliant idea! He will not know what hit him.''

28. Good News

A few hours later, Harry stepped into the lobby, instantly spotting McGonagall, who had apparently just walked in. This was fortuitous for both, as they had no need to wait.

With nothing more than a "let's go Mister Potter," they set off. The distance she was maintaining for some reason, prevented her from asking about his business. In this instance, Harry did not mind.

They floo'ed from the Leaky Cauldron back to McGonagall's office. Harry immediately set off to find Luna, and maybe Fleur, who had really become a close friend in such a short time.

He found them together in the Room, it really was the only place they could be, seeing as they did not show up on the map. It was configured to a nice sitting room and they were sitting on a couch, feet under their bodies.

"Hi girls, having a good day?" He asked them pleasantly. This seemed to surprise them in a good way.

"Hi Harry!" They said together, relief clearly standing out on both faces. "Care to share the good news?"

He swallowed his flippant remarks and just started talking, they were right to have been worried. Not a day ago, he expected to die enough to write a Will. That was not something to joke about. He told them of Bonetooth, the healer and the plan they had concocted to deal with all his problems.

When he finished, ending with his declaration to not shoulder the responsibility of dealing with Voldemort, all three of them took a moment to contemplate what they now knew.

"Merde!" Fleur breathed.

Luna had moved to sit on his lap somewhere around the explanation of his scar's hitchhiker. Wiggling her bottom on his lap she tried to get him to relax, but that was not what happened. Instead, they both had to fight off a blush as they felt a new and quite firm tension between them. Luckily, Fleur did not take notice of this. Harry was embarrassed and was happy Fleur did not know.

"Alright, so I understand how you want to get out, go to France, study under tutors and all that but did you say Voldemort was immortal?" Fleur asked.

"Yes, but didn't we already know that? I have told you how I faced and killed him two times in Hogwarts already. It's just a matter of time before he returns with his soul-containers, we don't even know how many he has made." Harry told her.

"Harry, you do know I will follow you to France, don't you?" Luna cut in with a profoundly serious expression. Because that was the most important part of this story for her, something that Harry liked very much. Though he half suspected she did it to divert the conversation from the topic of Voldemort, which he also appreciated.

"Of course, Luna, all my plans were made with you in mind, you will only need your father's approval, Bonetooth and I will take care of the rest."

That earned him a wide smile from his girlfriend. "That's alright then. Daddy won't be a problem; do you think he could come with?"

"If he wants to, he's more than welcome. I had already planned on taking Sirius with me as well. Maybe he could even get a trial in France." Harry told her, smiling at the thought. "If the French don't have a Fudge in control that is."

Fleur frowned. "Harry, what are you saying, who's your godfather?" She asked, confused.

'That's right, I hadn't told her about that yet. Might as well trust her with everything, she already knows I have a piece of Voldemort in my head anyway, what's one secret more.' Harry thought wryly. He turned a lopsided grin at Fleur.

"Alright Fleur, here's my last big secret. My Sworn Godfather, note the capitals, is Sirius Black, supposed betrayer of the Potters and supposed mass-murderer. All false I assure you. He has not even had a trial yet." Seeing her totally understandable confusion, he elaborated.

"He was thrown in Azkaban without a trial, escaped twelve years later, showed me the real betrayer, Peter Pettigrew; who's alive by the way. I told Dumbledore, the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, and Minister Fudge, who promptly tried to have him Kissed by a dementor. There's truly no justice for an innocent man in England."

"That's so sad." Fleur breathed. "Harry, I happen to know the French minister for magic, and he is no Fudge. I think he can get your godfather a trial if he's innocent like you say." Her expression turned mischievous.

"Really, that is convenient, I'd like to take you up on that. How well do you know him?" Harry asked.

"Well," she said with a smile, "considering he's my father, I'd have to say pretty well. He's told me that he liked what he heard of you at the World Cup so I don't think he will object."

Harry's mouth dropped open. "Merlin, you've got to love my luck sometimes. That's brilliant."

After that, Luna suggested they update Sirius via mirror, which they promptly did. The addition of Fleur to their group delighted his godfather. He also thought their plan to be the greatest prank in pranking history. If it succeeded. As Sirius saw it, they would be pranking the entire United Kingdom in one fell swoop, dark lord included, and that was something the Marauders had not even envisioned.

Now it just had to work.

28. Visiting the Chamber

The next morning, Harry, Luna and Fleur met at the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets in the second-floor girls' bathroom that Myrtle haunted.

"Hi Harry, are you up to naughty stuff again?" Myrtle asked him, before giggling at him.

"No Myrtle, my friends were curious about the snake that killed you, so I am going to show them the dead body. You can come with if you want you know, might give you some closure."

In a surprise move, she accepted. "I suppose I should. Thank you, Harry." Then she turned to the girls. "Did you see him naked already, if not you should. He's huge down there you know." Making Harry blush and Luna and Fleur giggle. He decided against asking Myrtle how she had learned this.

"No, we haven't, but I don't think we are ready for that quite yet Myrtle." Luna told her serenely. "I'm sure I'll be impressed when I see it."

Harry, not knowing how to respond to the perverted ghost's teasing, just opened the entrance with a hissed ~open~.

They jumped, and floated, down the pipe, where they made their way to the snakeskin. Harry put a red coin on the skin, walked back and said "Activate!" Upon which the skin disappeared immediately.

"What was that Harry? Fleur asked him. "I sold the snake and skin to the goblins, that was me sending it over. I will do that with the snake itself once you have seen it later as well."

Harry called Dobby when they got to the cave-in, "Dobby, can you fix this, so this small entrance doesn't collapse?" The elf popped in and saluted.

"Dobby can do, Sir. Dobby will do that and more." And he did, he fixed it so there was an archway holding up the ceiling, making the entire cave-in structurally sound. "Awesome Dobby." Harry told him, the girls uttering similar words.

"Dobby will come with Sir." He said, looking hopeful. "Of course, Dobby, we will be happy having you with us." Luna answered for all of them.

As Harry opened the door with the snake motif, all four guests saw the snake at once. "Oooh, I was killed by that?!" Myrtle exclaimed. "And you killed that?!" Fleur shouted disbelievingly.

Dobby however, reacted differently. "My master is the greatest master." He said, looking at Harry reverently. Luna just squeezed Harry into a hug, holding on to him as she worked through her emotions.

The Basilisk had not rotted one bit. There was not even any blood on the floor, except for Harry's. Bonetooth had explained that a Basilisk of that size would not have started rotting for a few more years at the least, because the inherent magic would halt the rot.

"This is amazing, I wish Daddy could see this." Luna told him, when she had finally gotten over the fact that Harry had fought this monster. Harry responded by pulling a magical camera from his pocket for her to take pictures with. He had gotten the camera for just this occasion.

After making a few pictures with and of the basilisk and the Chamber, Harry port-keyed the snake to Gringotts.

"Now, we could go up to the bathroom again, but we could also look for another way. Anybody against exploring this Chamber?" Harry asked them. Nobody was against, not even Myrtle, who could not really do much being incorporeal.

Dobby found a room first, which held a desk, a bookcase, and a few books in old English. From what they could tell they were journals that contained quite a few spells they recognized because they were in Latin instead. The rest of the books had long since disintegrated, having lost the battle with time.

An hour or so later, Myrtle found another entrance to the chamber quite by accident, as she had floated right through the supposed door into a tunnel with steps. Harry found a snake motif nearby and told it to open, which it did. All five followed the steps to a dead end. Telling the wall to open, they found themselves in the very antechamber Harry had been told he had to compete in the Tournament.

Myrtle floated in front of Harry's face, seemingly at war with herself. "Harry, I feel a pull where there was none before. I think it means I can cross over. Do you think I should?"

Harry did not really understand why she was asking him of all people. "Myrtle, I think you should do whatever you feel like. But I think you should, as I don't believe you have enjoyed staying here after your death."

-Lemon Start-

Hearing this, Myrtle floated over to Luna to whisper in her ear. As Harry looked on, they whispered back and forth, even Fleur joined in, who promptly flushed red and giggled. "I think you should go for it, Myrtle." Luna told her. "Harry, Myrtle has a last request and I ask you to honour that. You have my blessing. We'll be leaving now." She told him with a wink and a smile, pulling Fleur and Dobby with her outside the door. Before she shut the door, she told Myrtle farewell.

Harry did not know what was going on as he saw Myrtle flush red looking at him, which was quite un-ghost like. "So, what's your last request Myrtle, if I can help you, I'm sure I will."

"I'm a virgin." She squealed, before ducking her head. Harry still did not get it. "Yes? So am I. And?"

"I don't want to leave this plane a virgin, so I ask that you deflower me?" She asked/told him hopefully, laying a cold hand on his shoulder.

Harry flushed red. "But Myrtle, how? You're a ghost, aren't you?" Being a male, he was focused more on the practical aspect.

"Don't you think I'm pretty enough?" She cried, her uncertainties showing.

"No, that's not it at all." Harry denied, "I think you are pretty, but how would we even do it, you're incorporeal?!"

"You really think I'm pretty?" She asked him disbelievingly, at least she had stopped crying. Harry nodded. "Just kiss me already!" She told him urgently before grabbing him in a kiss.

'She's grabbing me?!' Harry asked himself. 'She's kissing me! I'm going mad!'

But the cold hands around his neck and the cold lips on his own did their magic and calmed his thoughts. He started kissing her back before thinking 'Luna did ask me to honour her last request.'

"You've got Luna's permission, otherwise I wouldn't have even contemplated this. But I have to ask." He told Myrtle when they took a break from kissing. "How is it that you can touch me?"

"I'm free of what tethered me to this world Harry, and that was only possible because of you. This created a Life-debt that allows me to pay you back for what you did for me. Quite ironic really." She told him, with a giggle. "Now, let me do my part."

Then she started undressing right in front of his eyes. Showing him her pale, long, and not fully translucent legs. Letting her archaic shift drop, showed him the rest of her. She really was more beautiful than Harry could have guessed, causing his blood to go south immediately. He had talked about that with Luna before who told him it was quite natural.

Swaying her hips, Myrtle approached him with a swagger that made him lick his lips in anticipation. "You are terribly overdressed, Harry Potter." She told him, showing him a confidence, she had never displayed before. Maybe it was not so surprising, she was an older woman after all, even when she was still alive.

As she started undressing him, Dobby popped in and delivered a bed, smirked, and left again. Harry barely noticed.

When he was as naked as the day he was born, he pulled her pigtails loose, showering her head with her hair. "That's better, you are really beautiful Myrtle, never think otherwise."

Myrtle hungrily grabbed him and pulled him on the bed. They started exploring each other's bodies with kisses, having let go of any reservations. Both understood there was no need for those as they were both seeing the last of each other.

Ending up in a 69 position as Myrtle instructed him, they started pleasuring each other orally. Harry really could not describe the sensations he was feeling, the ghostly touch of her body on his, alternatively hot and cold. Their bodies fit perfectly for this position, no sore neck required as he licked her ghostly flower, brushing past her special nub on each stroke. The same was true for Myrtle, who was licking the head of Harry's tool with gusto.

Both could fleetingly taste the other before the strange magic allowing this union gave way and came back again. Luckily, they could touch continually, otherwise this would be torturous. Harry felt his muscles contract just as he felt Myrtle spasm, showering him for all but a second in ghostly ectoplasm before it was gone. Myrtle took the ropes of his freshly ejected cum and swallowed. "Ooh, I could taste that." Myrtle said happily when her contractions had gone. Harry just wondered idly where it went, content in what he was feeling now. This was way better than masturbation. Myrtle had yet to let go of his still firm rod.

"I want you to take me now Harry, I feel my time drawing near. Luckily, your body seems to agree." Harry was eager to comply, as was his body apparently. He grabbed Myrtles lithe body and pushed her on her back, hanging over her. This was incredibly easy, as she did not seem to weigh anything, corporeal or not.

Spreading her legs invitingly, her beautiful silver fleshy flower beckoned him. Harry looked into her eyes whilst inserting his rod into her core, feeling her ephemerous flesh envelop him in her warmth. She was not at all cold anymore, but Harry did not question that currently.

He hit a protrusion, making Myrtle moan, "Don't stop Harry, it's just my maidenhood, it'll pass." Harry continued slowly, massaging her breasts at the same time, the way Luna liked it. He filled her until he bottomed out making Myrtle gasp. But she did not complain. Ghostly blood seeped down on his tool, which he saw and felt draw into his body. This would normally be cause for alarm but not now.

Harry gently pulled out and in again until her moans and gasps got another meaning altogether. "Faster." Myrtle started encouraging him. "Harder, deeper!" Not that he could, every single stroke Harry made already bottomed her out, his balls slapping against her bottom. But there was no more holding back on his side. Myrtle helped by making a counter motion at the same time, helping them to go faster and to go deep as could be.

It did not take him long to finish but that did not stop him, as he wanted her to finish too. Harry had decided to make this all about Myrtle, as she was going to pass on soon. Besides that, he figured he would get enough pleasure for himself while pleasuring her, which was nothing but the truth as he was discovering.

Myrtle had been making genuinely nice sounds all throughout his pounding, now the sounds were speeding up. Her breath hitched a few times before it all became too much. She shuddered as a massive orgasm rocked her world, mewling her pleasure. Harry prolonged her ecstasy by continuing his strokes, albeit more slowly, but her contracting around his penis proved too much for him as he came a third time, jettisoning ropes of cum coating her warm ghostly insides.

He collapsed on top of her and rolled off, hugging her, and giving her a kiss. As she finally opened her eyes looking directly into his green eyes, he saw they were shining with an inner light he had never seen from her. "Thank you, Harry Potter. You gave me an incredible gift. Thank Luna for me when you see her please."

Smiling, he nodded. "You gave me a gift as well Myrtle, the pleasure went both ways I believe. I will tell her you said that though. Are you leaving now?" Harry asked her, feeling oddly peaceful about the situation.

"Yes Harry, I am no longer for this world. Fare thee well, as you deserve it." The ghost he knew as Moaning Myrtle told him, slowly fading away. Harry watched her leave with a smile on her face, he felt privileged to have seen that. She would still be Moaning Myrtle in his mind, 'but a different kind of moaning,' Harry quipped to himself. Then he dressed himself and left for the Room, to find Luna.

-End Lemon-

Myrtle was gone now, he told Luna what had happened and what Myrtle had said to tell her. Luna told him it was okay with a smile on her face, and that she had wanted him to do that. "We'll do that later too you know. You are quite yummy lately; I am happy to share with my late friend."

He had known that but her saying it again confirmed it for him, allowing him to not feel guilty anymore. Now he could only look forward to her promise. Fleur and Dobby had smiled the first time they saw him but made no comment, Harry was content to leave it that way.

In all this, one thing sat forgotten inside that anteroom. Two weeks later, when Filch went there to clean, he found the rumpled bed still standing there innocently. This caused Filch to break down and cry, as it reminded him that he had not had sex in 30 years. When he was done crying, he called elves to put it in storage and never thought about it again. Nothing changed in his life either, the grumpy man had set his course long ago and had forgotten how to change. This small bump was not nearly significant enough to set him from his course.

29. Last Chances

Except for planning and executing plans and communications. Mainly between Sirius and the Goblins, but also between Fleur and her father and more, Harry gave out last chances.

What that meant in practice was that he had a talk with McGonagall, Dumbledore, Ron, Hermione, and various other people he had had significant communication with over the years. Giving them a chance at believing him and trying to help him. This was something he felt he needed for closure, but it also served another function.

All the people he had spoken with had done nothing that indicated their willingness to help or believe him, not one. Every conversation had ended with him saying goodbye because he would soon lose his magic and leave the wizarding world. This served as a smokescreen, which would help maintain the deception he was planning.

Really the only thing that managed to keep Harry's spirits up whilst doing this, was the memories of Myrtle's last request and the love he shared with Luna. Fleur's presence also helped when she had the time. Sometimes, he even walked around with a smile on his face, which nobody could understand, at all.

Because of all these goodbyes, Dumbledore brought out the big guns so to speak to get Harry to cooperate. The weighing of the wand's ceremony would take place in the great hall after dinner, instead of in a more private setting. The press would be there as well as the minister for magic. Even the Goblet of Fire would be there, outlining his choices quite nicely.

Dumbledore was quite severely underestimating Harry's resolve. Even if he had not known that he was not as bound by the contract as he was made to believe, he would still have gone through with not competing, loss of magic be damned. Still, he could not have asked for a better venue for his performance if he had tried, so there was that.

With a feeling of melancholy, Harry was pretending to eat. It was moments until showtime. Harry was as prepared as he could be but still incredibly nervous. He wore a full cloak with a cowl, that he would put up right before he would declare himself done. This would cover everything that could supposedly out him. He was afraid that he would not be able to hide his eyes, which was the most blatant change aside from his hair, but Fleur had proven adept at enchanting.

His glasses were enchanted to only show his eyes as green, which should not be noticed in the 90 or so seconds he would have to hold the transformation. The rest would have to be overlooked but Luna had told him not to worry about that. His alternate form had the same base facial structure, and his male face did not differ much from his female face aside from the eyes and hair, a benefit of being young and never trying to sound female.

Additionally, Harry had made a sort of speech, a short one where he would lay the blame on the guilty and say his goodbyes. This, combined with the very real pain he would be feeling, would have to take the minds of his audience off what would really be happening, right under their noses. That was the plan at least. He felt like a muggle magician, using subterfuge to trick people.

He was shaken out of his ruminations by Luna's hand on his shoulder, signalling that it was time.

Dumbledore stood up in front of his lectern in the great hall. He started with the usual platitudes, welcoming the press, ministry personnel, and minister Fudge personally. Then he summoned the champions; Harry stubbornly remained seated, which was part of the plan.

"Will all champions come forward please."

"Will all champions come forward please." Albus Dumbledore intoned, voice laced with power this time.

"Harry Potter, come forward please." 'That's my cue.'

Harry finally stood, leaving his table, and walking toward the podium. He stopped in front of the podium but not on it. Then he turned to the house tables.

"Does anyone here doubt that I put my name in the Goblet of Fire?" He asked the school in a loud voice. Nobody answered him.

"I tell you here right now that I didn't. Does anyone believe me?" He asked again, getting the same answer. Most people just sat there, waiting to be entertained, 'after all, that was Harry Potter's function, right?' By now everybody in the school knew he did not intend to participate. This meant losing his magic. 'Probably all just waiting to see if I fold.' Harry thought disgustedly. 'There's probably a betting pool involved too.'

"There it is. Nobody believes me. For the last few weeks, you have treated me like a leper, like I was worse than the scum of the earth. Giving me nothing but insults, hexes, and curses. I ask you, if this is what magic brings me, why would I want it?" Harry challenged everyone there to answer him. That challenge went unanswered. This time though, he saw some people squirming in their seats looking guilty to varying degrees. Most people just sat there, waiting to be entertained, but there were some who looked positively gleeful.

"Just get on with it, Potter, there's no way you will give up your magic you coward!" Malfoy shouted. Every eye turned toward him. Harry used that moment to quickly put up his cowl and change form, 'just 90 seconds now. I hope they don't notice the lack of scar.'

"Thank you, Draco, for proving my point. I am just the entertainment here. Well, that ends now, because I am well and truly disgusted with this world and would rather leave it!" Harry said, voice as low as he could go as a female. Some people must have noticed the change in pitch, but they did not say or act differently, choosing to think of it as a case of bad nerves.

He had spotted an opportunity better than they had planned and he had taken it. Now he needed to hide his face for just over a minute.

Slowly, he walked towards the Goblet which was on the left side of the stage. Behind it was nobody, which was convenient because that way, nobody looked directly at him for what he was about to do. The players, which was everybody on the podium, were all on the right side of the podium and he was on the left. Already he could feel the headache mounting rapidly.

With his back towards the audience and only the side of his face visible for the players he reached the goblet and put his left hand on it, just 30 seconds left. His head was splitting by now, still, it was necessary.

With his other hand he took up his wand, put it high in the air and intoned a little shakily but with a strong voice. "I, Harry James Potter, will not now and not ever, participate in the Triwizard Tournament because I never entered my name into the Goblet of Fire."

"Harry, what do you think you are doing?!" Dumbledore shouted, angrier than anything else. Magical oaths did work that way, if the intent were there, otherwise everybody would use them. Few people would believe that someone willingly gave up their magic, but he had been sowing the seeds for a while now and everyone there knew his stated intentions.

Aside from the oath, all Magic worked through intent, just as some contracts did. Nobody knew how the goblet's contract worked, just that it did. After all, it was recorded that a few people had lost their magic to it before due to breach of contract.

The dual ruse should be enough to make even the hardest sceptic a believer, but it all stood or fell with his next performance.

The pain by now was starting to reach incredible levels. He fell onto his knees and bent over forward, unable to even breathe. Then he felt something give where his scar would be. Everything in his body seemed to hurt at once, especially his head. Such pain! He screamed until his breath ran out and lay curled up on the ground, unable to do anything else.

Suddenly he felt loved and a silver sheen enveloped his body. It made him think of Myrtle for some reason.

Then it was over as suddenly as it had come. Sweet, blessed release! The feeling of love slowly diminished. His head still felt really scrambled, stuffed full of cotton, and hurting at the same time.

When he had felt something give behind his scar, black smoke had erupted from his body with a harrowing scream that had terrified the entire school. The silvery sheen that had enveloped him had been visible to all, until it dissipated after the black smoke. Nobody could tell if that scream had been him or not, but he knew the pain was mostly gone, and for that he was glad.

Hearing footsteps nearing, he quickly changed form again. Getting caught now would not only be monumentally stupid, but it would also serve to do the opposite of what he was trying to accomplish. The change back to his male body jarred a bevy of memories loose from out of nowhere, leaving Harry thoroughly disoriented. He pushed those memories away, not able to make sense of them now.

He had changed just in time too, apparently Dumbledore had rushed towards Harry right after he had shouted his intention to the goblet. A violent tug turned him around, his cowl flew off, putting him in view of Dumbledore and the rest of Hogwarts.

He did not know it, but he presented a truly dreadful sight, blood dripping down his face down to his chin from a bloody crater on his head and eyes still closed; he was not ready to open them yet because of his lingering pain and disorientation.

"My god you stupid boy, what have you done?" Dumbledore said despairingly at Harry's side. He touched his forehead to Harry's, semi hugging him and whispered. "You've ruined it all." He sighed. "At least losing your magic seems to have destroyed it. You can live now, my boy. Though you cannot attend Hogwarts."

Harry groaned his relief and finally dared open his eyes, 'he's buying it,' he thought. Out loud he said, "what did you say headmaster?" Dumbledore stood up to address the school. Waving his arms did not get him the quiet he wanted so he used his wand to fire off a shot like a cannon, making half the school wince in pain.

"Harry Potter has lost his magic for not competing in the tournament, he's now less than a squib and has to leave Hogwarts and the wizarding world." Dumbledore told the flabbergasted crowd. They had not thought he would go through with it.

'Apparently that is all the words I rate from the leader of the light, my supposed guardian, Dumbledore.' Harry thought with a mental sneer. 'Though I am quite lucky he attributed the destruction of the soul-piece with a loss of magic. The goblins are right, we are just stupid humans. Losing magic would not destroy a piece of soul, only death would do.'

He stood up shakily, attracting every eye in the place and quieting the already quiet crowd until a needle could be heard falling on the ground.

Taking a deep breath, Harry readied himself for the last part of the show. "Now that I'm finally shot of this disgustingly bigoted world, I have but one piece of advice for you all." He stated wearily but confidently. "I have faced Voldemort's spirit twice, in two forms, since starting at Hogwarts. Yes, that is right, he is not dead. And when he comes back, because he will, you do not have me to call on anymore to save you. Sounds right arrogant, I know, but I have beaten him three times now. Think about how you treated me when the shit starts hitting the fan again." He laughed a bitter laugh. "Do me the one favour you absolutely owe me. Leave me the hell alone from now on."

Now it was time to leave. As drained as he was, Harry felt proud. He felt like a magician from the telly, an illusionist, something he had wanted to be since childhood. Back then, magic had still seemed truly magical, but now he had seen the bitter truth. 'The grass is always greener after all.'

Walking off the podium towards the great doors, he looked around, wanting to see the reactions to his performance. He got his money's worth.

Looking at the press, he saw dictation quills scratching, that was good. The staff looked incredulous, like they could not believe what they saw just now. Exceptions being Snape and the headmaster of course. Albus Dumbledore looked sad and disappointed, like it was all Harry's fault and none of his own, 'sanctimonious bastard.' Snape was interesting, he looked constipated, almost like he was in pain. 'Probably from finally realizing that he was wrong about me.' Harry thought in satisfaction.

Hufflepuff was incredulous, Ravenclaw was stoic, and Slytherin was a true mixed bag. Some were ecstatic, some were guilty, most just seemed surprised. 'Funny how those snakes seem most honest here. They at least, acted no differently this year.' Gryffindor was mostly guilty. Like Hermione, a lot had tears streaking their faces. Ron was the only one that showed both anger and surprise, 'I will never understand you, and that makes me glad.' Harry thought before turning away.

Reaching his two girls at the Ravenclaw table, Harry stopped. He still fully commanded everybody's attention. They were spellbound. 'Almost like a train wreck, they just can't look away.' He held out his hand to Fleur, which she took. "Fleur Delacour, I wish you the best of luck during this tournament and hope to see you again someday." He squeezed her hand and smiled to tell her that it went alright.

"Harry Potter, that was the bravest thing I've ever seen with these two eyes. You were the best of Hogwarts, and they should be sad to see you go. I certainly am. Lead a happy life, you've earned it." She told everybody with a wide smile because everybody was listening. Her smile telling him that she knew it had worked as expected.

When she released his hand, he held it towards Luna. "Coming Love?" He asked her.

She took it and smiled her brightest smile. "Of course, Harry." She said, before stepping away from the table herself. Then she stood tall and shouted. "I hope you're proud of yourself!" And walked away, tugging Harry to follow.

Nobody moved to stop them, so they walked out uncontested. Harry's fast beating heart finally calmed down, headache only at a low backburn for now. 'Shouldn't it have gone away entirely?' Only when they reached the end of the Hogwarts grounds did Luna say something. "It worked then?"

"Yes, it did love, I'm free, we're free!" He answered happily. "Dobby, did you take our stuff out already?"

"Of course, master Harry sir," said the elf, who was still invisible. If someone saw him, they might put one and one together after all.

"Good, as soon as we're out of sight you can pop us away. I can't wait to see Sirius."

They had planned this so that they would reconvene at Grimmauld Place 12, which was the Black townhouse according to Sirius. The place was unplottable and had extremely dangerous wards. From there they would start executing the rest of their plans. Nobody was going to see Harry in England again, except for the goblins maybe.

30. Home Free

As soon as they arrived, Harry changed form, eliminating the last vestiges of his head pains though he did not question or even notice it, happy as he was. Even away from the people he was trying to avoid as Harry, he was happy to not be Harry for a while regardless. He had decided he was Jasmine Potter in female form as opposed to Harry in male form. After a lot of encouragement from Luna, he had decided to use both forms from now on, as both Harry and Jasmine Potter. This was how his parents had intended it after all, besides, it felt natural to take another name when wearing another body.

Luna decided to celebrate by kissing her senseless, their body's on top of each other on the floor as Luna had not waited for them to reach the couch. Jasmine might be Harry, but she had never kissed someone before this relaxed in this body, so it felt like the first time all over again. The absence of a massive headache certainly helped. Her body's reactions were certainly different. Luna and Harry had had discussions about the differences in physiology already, so she knew what to expect. Still, it surprised her anyway. Never had her nipples felt so sensitive or the sensations of skin on skin so pleasurable.

The other major difference was of course the genitals. Jasmine quite liked not having a penis getting in the way in her trousers, getting wet was so much more convenient. As they were grinding away at each other, legs wrapped so that they were scissoring, she almost came undone from sheer pleasure.

Having tried sex in a male body with Myrtle, Jasmine decided this was entirely different. She liked both of course, but for self-gratification purposes, she would rather be a girl.

Naturally, that was when Sirius barged into the room bellowing "Harry, how'd it go?!" Before seeing them go at it on the entrance hall floor.

Luna and Jasmine blinked up at him, blushing furiously. "Oh, hiya girls, seeing as you're still magic enough to turn into a girl, I believe it worked?" He asked them, seemingly letting go of what he had found them doing. They nodded, somewhat relieved. "But please, if you're going to go at it like rabbits, I suggest taking a room next time." Sirius finished with a smirk.

They groaned and started to get up. "Although," Sirius said, "I've never seen anyone getting my mother to be so quiet, I think you broke her." He mused, pointing at a painting of a lady.

Luna, sweet, affable Luna, decided to apologize to the painting. "Oh, dreadfully sorry madam, we hadn't seen you there, otherwise we would have sought another place to celebrate. I hope you can find it in your heart to accept our apology?"

The flabbergasted painting found her equilibrium at last, sort of, and answered her. "Don't worry dear, I understand completely. Please do not mind my wastrel of a son. Do I detect some Black blood in you two?" This response in turn, seemed to amaze Sirius, who could only gape up at his mother's painting.

"Yes, although it is six generations ago, from my father's side. My name's Luna Lovegood my lady." Luna told her, before nudging Jasmine. "Oh yes, I heard my paternal great-grandmother was Dorea Black, I'm Jasmine Potter, my lady." Jasmine mimicked Luna.

"Such polite ladies. My name is Walburga Black, if you ever need something in this house, call for Kreacher and he will help you. Kreacher!" An ancient looking house-elf popped in. "Kreacher, please attend these ladies, and clean the house. They have Black blood and should be treated well." She told the elf, who looked up at her in apparent worship. "Of course, Kreacher will serve the House of Black Mistress. Kreacher will go prepare a room for them."

This proved to be a bit too much for Sirius, who promptly passed out. "How far has the House of Black fallen with him at the helm." Walburga lamented. "I don't know if this layabout has already told you girls this, but the wards block magical output so you can magic in here. Enjoy your stay ladies, and I'll be here if you want to talk."

"That's good to know Lady Walburga, thank you very much." Jasmine told her, before using magic to float Sirius out of the entry hallway, depositing him on a couch.

"You know, she was not like Sirius described her." Jasmine told Luna with a smile. Luna smiled back at her. "I don't think she likes men, maybe you shouldn't try talking to her as Harry?" Jasmine shook her head. "You're good at understanding people, I trust your insight. Besides, I wasn't planning on being Harry again for a while anyway."

"Luna, you should write to your dad, tell him it worked and that our plans are starting." Jasmine told her girlfriend. "And maybe afterwards, we can continue where we left off?"

Luna smiled, and in a sultry voice said. "That sounds like a good plan Jasmine." Somehow, hearing Luna calling her by that name in that tone made her stomach flutter.