Title: Freyja's Benedicto
Summary: While brewing a potion with Neville in Potions class, Harry suffers the consequences of Neville's ineptitude with the subject. Which results in chaos in the wizarding world, soldiers switching war sides, rejection in the lions' den, and welcoming in the snakes' pit.
Pairings: Harry Potter/ Draco Malfoy, other pairings will be announced as they are revealed in the story.
Warnings: Adult themes, Gryffindor bashing, Alive!Sirius, Fem!Harry, OC's: For the purpose of my story all students mentioned are in the 6th year unless otherwise stated. The potion used in this story is my creation, do not use unless I have given you my permission.
Disclaimer: Obviously Harry Potter and its likeness does not belong to me. It belongs to J.K. Rowling. All the belongs to me is the plot, OC's, and the laptop am using to write this story.
Author's note: Beware of the interchanging he/she pronouns for the upcoming chapters. It all has to deal with the changes -both mentally and physically- that Harry will be dealing with for some time. Thank you for reading, come back for more, and review! xoxo - Gea Mari
Chapter 2: Who Is That?
When Harry woke up in the morning his view was obscured by what seemed to be a black curtain. Then everything that happened to him the day before came rushing back to him. He sat bolt right on the bed and the black curtain cleared away. Revealing that it was his hair that had grown out and down to his waist. Without hesitation he bolted out of his bed and grabbed clothes blindly from his trunk. Then bolted out of the boys room and out of the boys dorm. After which he raced out of the Gryffindor tower and to the prefects bathroom in the fifth floor.
When he got to the prefects bathroom, he ran straight for the body length mirror. What he saw made him almost faint. He now had waist length raven hair, an even smaller waist, and curves in places they shouldn't be. He turn to the side and the sight of the perky butt made him feel faint. He closed his eyes feeling pressure building behind his eyes, the incoming migraine was not going to be stopped. In a hopeless move he moved his hand towards his chest and the feel of the mass beneath his hand had him crying out in dismay. In a complete fruitless effort he moved his hands between his legs and what he felt there had him blushing and feeling perverted. He removed his hands away and he quickly washed them in the sink near him.
Harry then put those same hands in front of his to notice that they were smaller and more feminine. Even his feet were smaller. He leaned into the mirror and let out a high pitched scream. There was no sign of masculinity left in him his face was soft with full pink lips, high cheek bones, his eyes were now framed by long even darker eye lashes, and a peaches and cream complexion. Then tears of frustration rolled down his cheeks. He was a SHE!
Fearing the worst, he grabbed his school robes and put them on. He pulled the hood over his head making sure to hide his face and hair. Then he dried his tears, he decided to go to the dungeons to see Professor Snape instead of going to the infirmary and wait for him there.
"Damn you Severus Snape!" Harry screamed and then left he bathroom.
Harry was once again running this time, however, he was running towards Snape's private quarters thanks to the Marauder's map. Once he arrived at the appropriate door, which he hated to admit it, was the best one in Hogwarts. Snape's quarters were guarded by Venus. The portrait on the entrance was the Birth of Venus, who was currently sitting on the edge of the shell, splashing her feet in the water, ignoring him. Apparently he was not sufficiently importance to gain her attention. He smirked to himself and then whispered, 'Mischief Managed', and then knocked on the portrait. He shifted from foot to foot as he waited for Snape to answer, he chewed on his ridiculously long nails off, as he always did when nervous. Which instead pissed him off even more because the instantly grew back to their obnoxious long length.
"What do you want?" A rude silken voice interrupted his thoughts. As he looked up he looked back at Snape who was looking down at him with a sneer that told him he was going to loose Gryffindor all the points they did not have.
"Ummm."
"Who are you? Which house do you belong to?"
Harry felt his jaw drop open. Did he really looked that different as a girl? That even Snape could not recognize him. He did the only thing that he could think of and lifted his bangs from his forehead. The appearance of the lighting bolt shaped scar made Snape's obsidian eyes go wide.
"Potter?" He heard his potions professor ask in awe.
"Yes, Sir, um," Harry answered, " I believe you were right about my luck. I-"
Before he could finish his sentence Snape walked back into his quarters and from his vintage point Harry could see as the dark haired man stuck his head into the floo system. Snape was probably calling Dumbledore. Harry straightened up when Snape made his way back out to the entrance. Snape true to form slammed the door closed, grabbed the back of his robes, and proceeded to drag him towards the west wing of Hogwarts. He was getting real tired of being manhandled.
"Could you stop that?" Harry snapped at Snape in a feminine voice that pissed him even more and made him glare at the professor even harder.
"What?"
"Really, Professor Snape, this is a girls body," Harry said as if he were speaking to an idiot, which inwardly made him laugh when he saw Snape narrow his eyes at him, "I can bruise easy in this body! Also, you might have missed it but I can walk on my own. I do know where the infirmary is located."
"I apologize," the professor answered in a terse voice, "you could understand how this -change- might be hard to accustom to. Could you make haste to the hospital wing?"
Harry did as he was told surprised by Snape's apology. Maybe he could squeeze a few more apologies before he got turned back. Hopefully Madam Pomfrey and Snape already found the reversal spell or potion. While he could appreciate not being treated like slug by Snape because he was in a girls body. He wanted his body back.
When Harry finally arrived at the hospital wing of the boarding school, he was surprised that Dumbledore and McGonagall were also in the infirmary. It was having the headmaster and the head of house present that made him unbelievably nervous and made the situation that he was in,to crash into his reality. Had it been just Snape and Madame Pomfrey alone, he knew he would have been fine, but having the two of them present scared a part of him that made shake from deep within his magical core. As he sat on the examining table his hands would not stop shaking and feet beat a beat against the floor that annoyed him although he could not help himself.
"What's going on?" Harry asked out loud.
"We felt that you would take the news better," Madame Pomfrey said as she paused while she looked at the potion master and then continued, "If the Headmaster and your head of house were present. We, meaning Professor Snape and I, felt that you would be more calm if they were present."
"Take what news better?" Harry immediately.
"You see Potter, Fertilitatem Deam is a very complicated potion," Snape began to explain, "Madam Pomfrey and I have looked for the reversal potion."
"Yes, Professor Snape," Harry interrupted as he pushed a long strand of silken raven hair behind dainty ear,"you said that already. I know that you have found the reversal by now. I want to be me, I mean the old me."
"Listen my boy," Dumbledore began, "Professor Snape, McGonogall, Madam Pomfrey, and I I have done very extensive research-"
"And?" Harry asked.
"See, Mr. Potter," McGonogall said in her no nonsense tone, "we've looked everywhere we could and we cannot find a way to reverse the result of the potion."
"What? No!" Harry exclaimed, "I can't be a girl for the rest of my life. I am a 16-year-old boy not girl!"
"Am sorry Potter," Snape said in sincerity, "I looked everywhere. I talked to every dark, grey, and light High Priest and Priestess I know. I read every book on ancient and modern fertility Goddesses and potion, as well as any book that could be of help. They all said the same thing."
"What did they said?" Harry said her voice nothing more than a whisper, as tears spilled down her beautiful cheeks.
"That when you chanted the benedicto," Snape said as he pause only to plant a chair in front of the girl then he sat down in front of her, "The Goddess herself chose to change you. Apparently, when brewed as a sex change potion. Freya herself chooses how to change the drinker. Which is her way of changing the drinker."
"I don't want her help."
"I am sorry Potter but the change is permanent." Snape responded softly not sure how to deal with a feminine Harry Potter.
"Harry, when a wizard or a witch is touched by a God or Goddess, it is the magical core that is changed," the Headmaster of Hogwarts explained, "When the magical core is changed the change is permanent. You see that change is permanent because the change is metaphysical and us, even with magical at our disposal cannot change what cannot be found in the body, because this is a change of the spirit. As such we cannot change it with our means, and even if we could Harry, we would not dare change what the Goddess did, because we could cause you irreparable damage in the process."
"But am Harry James Potter," Harry screamed at the adults present, " I do not want to be anyone else!"
"Deary, you do not have to change your identity or who you are," Madam Pomfrey said to the agitated teen, "you can still be the same Harry James Potter. You'd just be a girl. There are plenty of girls with male names and your life will not really change. It will all be the same, save for your reproductive system."
"Sure." Harry said in a sulking tone.
"Which brings us onto the next important matter?" The Hogwarts Headmaster said next.
"Really?" Harry said sarcastically, "There's something more important than what's happening to me right now?"
At his response Snape snorted. When Harry turned towards Snape to give him a piece of his mind, he changed his mind. Due to Snape having been looking at Dumbledore as he mocked. He turned back to Dumbledore and waited for the other man to answer his question.
"Well, when you put it that way, this is less important," Dumbledore said as a save, "How should we break the news to the student body? I ask this because if we break the news to the student body at once, you would not have to deal with the press at once. Am sure someone in the school would be quick to tell it to the press and you can escape the press until you're ready to deal with the press head on."
"Professor McGonogall may tell the Gryffindors and we can break it, as an announcement, to the rest of the school at lunch time." Harry told the headmaster.
"That is a fine idea," Dumbledore agreed, "Professor McGonogall, you may go and tell all your students the news. I'll go and get ready for lunch."
Harry could not believe it, from now on he - she- was a girl. He could just not catch a break. First, he had a psychopathic Dark Lord with delusions of grandeur after him. He also had said psychopath's followers gunning for him all the time. Then he had no good for nothing 'reporters' hounding his every step and breath. Then he had a bitter professor making his life as a student a living hell. Last but now not the least, he had a snarky blonde at school making him miserable at every possible moment. Now he had to deal with a magical sex change.
He could deal with a psychopathic Dark Lord and his sociopathic followers. He could deal with reporters that were nothing but trashy muggle paparazzi. He could deal with a dungeon bat for a professor and he could deal with a fire breathing Malfoy dragon. What he could not deal with, was being a girl. How could he be a girl? The dealing with hair, nails, and clothes. He had seen Hermione's day and night time routine, it gave him headaches. Not to mention the monthlies! The mere idea of bleeding for a week a month made him want to violently vomit his insides. He was a girl! He wasn't a he anymore, he was a she! Circe, Merlin, and Morgana help him was Harry's last thought before he burst into tears as he opened the door of the Chamber of Secrets.
Professor McGonogall made her way from the hospital wing on the second floor to the Gryffindor tower on the seventh floor. As she got there she stopped to think on the best way to break the news to all the Gryffindors. While she knew Harry was liked by most there had been plenty of times in the past when many backs had been turned to him. She did not want Harry to lose everything that he - correction- she knew. She honestly wanted and hoped that her Gryffindors showed the courage and bravery they were known for and welcomed the new Harry with open arms.
"Never changing," The head of the house of lions said the password to the fat lady.
"And never should you," Responded the Fat Lady as she swung the door opened.
She stopped inside the entrance of the tower. As she watched all the seven years scurry about gathering their belongings, getting ready for the day. She watched the small group of seven years gossiping in one corner of the common room and she knew they were talking about the missing Harry. Minerva McGonogall proceeded to clear her throat to get the students attention. Once she had all of their attention, she motioned for them to take a sit.
"Now am sure you have all noticed that Harry is missing," the House Head began to explain, "There is an explanation for his absence this morning. Now I want you all to keep and open mind and remember that you all are magical and live in a magical world."
The head of the Gryffindor house watched all of her students with a mix of pride and suspicious doubt as she caught the reactions to her news. The younger years did not show any adverse reaction as they did not really know Harry. The older years were the ones giving her troubling looks. The seventh years did not seem to care about the news either, but Harry's year and the fifth years seemed livid.
"What?" Screamed Granger and both Weasleys together although in different tones.
"You three heard me correctly," The older woman said, "Harry Potter from now on and forever will be a girl. The way the Fertilitatem Deam potion was brewed by Mr. Potter and Mr. Longbottom created a sex change potion. This change was made permanent when the Goddess herself touched and change his magical core."
"That's disgusting!" Spat Ron Weasley, "He's a girl now?"
""Yes and as such you will treat miss Potter as you would miss Granger or your sister."
"But-" Ron began to say looking flabbergasted but was cut off by McGonogall.
"But nothing Mr. Weasley," McGonogall said, "Now, miss Granger I would find, you'd have no objections to miss Potter being your roommate now."
"No, Professor, I will not." Hermione said with a small smile and gleam in her eyes.
"Good all of her things will now be in your room."
"I hope I do not need to remind you," McGonogall began to say to the all of her students, "That those of you who think to show or treat miss Potter with anything less than respect. Will be dealt with punishments, that will Professor Snape's look like child's play."
Professor McGonogall smirked to herself in satisfaction. As she watched everyone gulp in fear. She did not missed the looks the Weasley siblings sent each other. Yes, she would have to keep a close eye on those two. They could become trouble. Then she left the tower.
Three hours had passed since the Gryffindors had been told of Harry's new appearance. They were rumors and speculations going around since Harry had yet to be seen. The rumors had varied from Harry oversleeping as we was prone to do. To Snape killing Harry and throwing Harry's body into the Chamber of Secrets. Nothing was cleared until the entire student body gathered for lunch in the Great Hall.
Albus Dumbledore rose from his seat at the high table and made his way to the podium. He raised his hand in askance for silence. Once the hall was silent he looked at every table that sat a different house. One known for its courage and bravery, another for its cunning and ambition, another for its intelligence and resolve, and another known for its sensibility and perseverance. All so, so different and yet there were all the same in one small way or another.
Yet, despite all of their similarities, all the houses held a certain level of dislike for each other. Nothing astounded him more than the hate the house of Gryffindor and Slytherin held for each other. In the history of Hogwarts that dated over 1000 years, no two houses hated each other more than the lions and snakes. He knew that in recent history the reason for this hate was that the Dark Lord was a Slytherin and the boy-who-lived is a Gryffindor. Still, he sometimes marveled at the absence of outright fights and bloodshed. He prayed to Circe and Morgana that for once that one small detail stayed the same.
"Good Afternoon to all and I hope it has been a fruitful first week to all of our new and old students," Dumbledore began, "Now I believe that rumors are circulating the school concerning one Harry Potter. While I have heard some outstanding rumors, alas, they are not true. However, something did occur to Mr. Potter. The sixth year potions class suffered an accident yesterday during their brewing. Now, we are not going to point out fingers at anyone in guilt or mockery. This accident was a mistake of its own, which was meant to happen. In yesterday's potions class, a very powerful potion was being brewed. A mishap occurred whilst the potion was brewing during the last step which affected Harry directly.
"Now I need you all to be open minded, after all we are all magical. Open minded and respectful," Dumbledore said as he motion to the side door near the high table and a beautiful young lady emerged, "This is the new Harry Potter. Due to the way the potion was brewed, Mr. Potter will forever no be Miss. Potter. Harry is going to a very difficult time and it will be appreciated if this was as smooth a transition as possible. Before anyone asks this change in Miss. Potter cannot be undone. Accordingly, show consideration, decorum, and respect. Thank you and enjoy your lunch."
Harry tentatively made her way towards the Gryffindor table. Mindful of the eyes on her, she listened to the whispers that began and the outright insults. She finally reached the part of the Gryffindor table where her year and sat down between Hermione and Ginny. Hermione who gave her a warm smile and bone crushing hug.
Ginny on the other hand ignored her in favor of the kidney pie in front of her. Harry turned around and looked for Ron who was sitting two sits down to her right. Hoping that he would understand. All she found was a sneer on Ron's face and on the faces of most of the fifth and sixth year Gryffindors.
Harry look around to see that almost everyone was looking at her the same way. She did not dared to even look at the Slytherin table behind her. Instead, she made herself look as small as possible. Making her ill-fitting robes drown her body. Her hair covering her face, so that no one could see the tears falling down her face. So much for the Gryffindors being a family.