Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Heroes of Olympus, or Harry Potter...

Note: The chapter title for this is just for kicks, I don't actually think that gingers don't have souls. Sorry to any gingers reading things! No offense meant.

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Two hours later, after grilling the Weasley trio mercilessly, a young woman in boy's clothing burst out of the hospital wing, Poppy by her side. Her magic was flaring dangerously, and the healer did everything she could to stop the betrayed child from destroying the castle by accident.

However, she knew that trying to calm said child down was not an option right now if she wanted to come out of this unharmed. After all, the child had every right to be furious.

Poppy herself hadn't expected such results when Harry, or 'Guinevere', as the Weasleys now knew her by, called on the life debt. As it was, she had been shocked when the three appeared, but now she had a very different opinion of the woman she had previously respected for raising so many children, and the two children themselves who she had never gotten to know by their own merits.

When the questioning began, 'Guinevere' had demanded that Veritaserum be used. Naturally, the trio objected, but she used her Slytherin side to talk circles around them, claiming that it was standard and that a law suit would be brought up against them if they declined. That wasn't true, but the fact that they were called there via life debt only convinced them more.

The youngest, Ginevra, had been dosing Harry with love potions since Harry's fourth year, hoping that she would be the one he asked to the Yule Ball. When that didn't work, she didn't give up hope, and just continued to give it to him, warning away anyone else who expressed romantic interest, regardless of whether or not Harry himself had noticed it. Not only was that bad enough, but then she tried line theft, a crime severely punishable in the wizarding world. She would be lucky if she was out of Azkaban by the time she was in her fifties. If Harry decided to pursue it, anyways. Which she did, but maybe a more personalized revenge would be better…

Ron had been sabotaging Harry ever since he'd met him on the train. He purposefully distracted him with chess and Quidditch to keep him from concentrating on his schoolwork, and thereby surpassing Ron himself. He gave backhanded compliments, using Harry's lack of self-worth against him to make himself feel better about his inferiority issues. He used fourth year to 'punish' Harry for taking all of the attention that was 'rightfully his' by becoming a champion, and his jealous envy hadn't succeeded even after he had apologized, or even later, once Crouch's plot was revealed. As for why the life debt had brought him there, he had been using laziness and depression potions, compulsions and even the rare memory charm on Harry to adjust him to fit Ron's view of what the Boy-Who-Lived should act like.

Molly had also manipulated him emotionally, using her status as Harry's best friend's mother to insert herself into his life, making decisions that weren't hers to make, and even using his money occasionally! Harry wanted to slap himself when he realized that Mrs. Weasley most definitely shouldn't have been in possession of his vault key at any point, but somehow she had managed to do school shopping for him, at least twice that he was aware of! That couldn't have been normal. After all, Gringotts was known as one of the most secure places in wizarding Europe, so they shouldn't have allowed that. Besides that, Molly was also helping Ginny dose him with love potions, and also with others that would help her gain control over him, such as compliance and loyalty potions.

Needless to say, when everything was over and done with (and the Weasleys sent away from the area), it hadn't taken Harry very long to get in the state that she was in.

Harry stormed through the castle, towards the potions laboratory hidden in the dungeons, which he-no, she, had found a few months prior, when trying to escape the hordes of people wanting to thank the 'Chosen One'. She was vaguely aware of Poppy's presence and actions, but paid no mind to it.

Entering the lab, she immediately went to the potions cabinet, searching carefully through the various ingredients to find the ones she wanted. As no one else knew of this place (besides Poppy now), those ingredients wouldn't be missed.

Finished with that, she summoned a potions book from the boys' dorm in Gryffindor Tower, setting up her work station as she waited for it to zoom in. When it did, she immediately went to work.

After a few minutes, her furious aura had dimmed somewhat, though her magic was still simmering rather close to the surface. Poppy left it, knowing that that was as best as she would get.

"What are you brewing?" the healer asked calmly, noticing that Harry hadn't stopped. The child was silent for a moment, thoughtful.

"After fifth year…with Sirius dead, and everyone heaping their ludicrous expectations on me, I spent a lot of time thinking about running away, disappearing." Harry started stoically. Poppy's eyes widened a bit, but she honestly wasn't all that surprised. She certainly wouldn't have been able to handle that sort of grief and pressure when she was fifteen.

"I decided against it, of course, but only because I didn't want anyone else to die when I supposedly had a chance against him." Harry continued, with Poppy watching her sadly. "One of the many ideas I came up with…was to de-age myself."

Poppy stood for a few minutes in silence, shocked, while Harry merely continued the brewing process, thinking about the possibilities. If no one knew that Harry had been turned into a girl (besides her, and she certainly wouldn't tell anyone), than no one would think to look for one. That, and the child would finally have a chance at a real, happy childhood.

'This could be a very good thing.' Poppy thought, watching the girl as she glanced through the pages of the book she had summoned. With that, she straightened. "What do you need me to do?"

Harry smiled warmly at her; well, as warmly as possible, given the circumstances.

"I think…that I'm going to need a new name, before anything else." Harry told her.

Poppy nodded in agreement, before thinking about it. "It would probably be best if you didn't go by Potter, at least for a while." She said. "It would be best to stick as closely to your first name as you can, but I can't really see you going by Harriet." Harry shook her head, not particularly liking that name for herself, either.

"Hayden." She said decisively. "Maybe…no, not Evans, that's too obvious, and so is Black."

Poppy bit her lip in contemplation, before she had an idea. "We can go to Gringotts and have the goblins perform an inheritance ritual. We can find out if you have a claim to any other family names, and maybe use one of them. It would help in providing a backstory in the wizarding world, as well."

Harry frowned in confusion, having never heard of such a ritual. "What exactly does the ritual require, and what sort of information would show up?"

"To set up the ritual, you would need to use a special quill to write your name on an enchanted piece of goblin paper, and pour some of your magic into the quill as you write. From there, the quill will begin to write out information like your name, parents, notable ancestors, legal documents pertaining to you-such as wills, marriage contracts, your birth certificate, etcetera."

"A special quill?" Harry asked wearily.

"Nothing like a blood quill, it merely has some goblin enchantments on it." Poppy assured her. "You would also be able to get your name changed while you're there, and no one but the goblins would be able to access it without your express permission, including the ministry."

Harry thought about it, before she smirked, the expression looking much more natural than it would have if she had still been male. "How about tomorrow?"

Poppy smirked back, reveling in the opportunity. She had been a Slytherin when she attended the school as a student, and this was something any self-respecting Snake would love. Harry would effectively be rebelling against the entire ministry (for neither had any illusions that the wizarding world would accept 'his' leaving), the public, his betrayers, and anyone who would want to use him for their own ends.

The fact that Harry couldn't even be blamed if someone did find out just made it the icing on the cake. After all, between the Savior and three known blood-traitors (and not for the reasons most thought), there wasn't even a chance for the Weasleys to come out on top.

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Again, I've changed very little from the original version so far, but the changes will start in the next chapter.