Year Three

Harry Potter was, quite frankly, sick and tired of it all. The past two years had seemed alright, despite the occasional mishap. But he was tired of always feeling dread when the summer holidays came around. Summer holidays meant going back to the Dursleys. It meant constantly being called a girl and being told to wear more dresses and grow his hair out long again. But Harry continued to defiantly trim it every few months.

The amazing months at Hogwarts contrasted starkly with Harry's summer's. His days at Hogwarts were filled with spell work and magic, laughing with friends, and trading insults with Malfoy. Hogwarts meant late night adventures with Ron on nights before a big test. Hogwarts meant Hermione trying her very best to keep Ron and Harry's education on track. Hogwarts meant happiness.

Summer meant pain. His summer days that were meant to be spent outside with friends were instead spent being yelled at. Summer meant getting slapped by his aunt when he dropped a plate. Summer meant constant threats of being shoved in his too small cupboard. Harry shuddered. He hated small spaces.

Something that had become achingly obvious to Harry was his chest. He was no longer a child it seemed. Since last summer his chest had only gotten bigger. That wasn't the only thing that ached either. It seemed that just bleeding for a week straight wasn't enough, oh no, he had to cramp too. Harry was sure Hermione would know some kind of spell that got rid of the aches, but he was too embarrassed to ask. Harry had simply been nicking pads from his Aunt Petunia's stash.

Harry heaved a deep sigh as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, trying to press his chest flat as if that would help. Unfortunately, it did not. This was the most uncomfortable summer Harry had experienced. He was simply overwhelmed by the feeling of wrongness. His body shouldn't look this way. Harry was a boy, he wasn't supposed to bleed and he wasn't supposed to have a chest that stuck out and his face was still too girlish looking.

Harry was sick. And tired. And crying.

Draco Malfoy was sick. And tired. And crying.

He was sick of being told to stop talking about Harry Potter. He was tired of never being good enough in his parents eyes. He was a boy, and he wasn't supposed to be crying. His father would be disgusted. The Malfoy heir was supposed to be strong and cunning, not weak and crying on the bathroom floor. But Draco always made mistakes. He had perfect grades but not the perfect friends. He had a wide vocabulary but could never say the right words around Harry Potter.

Stupid Potter, what with his cheery laughter and midnight escapades with friends. He had so many friends. Why couldn't he give Draco a chance? No matter. Draco sniffed and wiped at his eyes. Enough sniveling over Potter. If Harry didn't want to be friends with him, then Draco didn't want to be friends with him either. Harry had stupid hair anyways. Draco wondered if Harry ever brushed his hair as he straightened his back and stared at himself in the mirror.

Red rimmed eyes. Nose in the air. Shaking breaths. It would have to do.

Harry was out of breath and panting. Not because of a panic attack for once. Slap slap slap went his feet against the pavement. Harry had to rest against a wall for a moment. Harry had fucked up big time but he didn't care. He didn't care if Vernon beat him until he was bloody next summer, Harry had needed to get out of that house. He needed to get away from the disgust in everyone's voice when they called him "Harriette."

Harry looked around shaking, and pushed his glasses up his nose. It had gotten very dark, very quickly. Harry's vision was darkening around the edges, and he wondered if he really was having a panic attack. Harry suddenly turned his head to the side with a snap. He could have sworn he had seen a dog. Harry shook his head and slid down the wall, hunching over himself. He could feel his chest moving with every step he took. Harry was uncomfortable, bleeding, and utterly alone. Until a bus screeched in front of him suddenly, that is.

III

Harry couldn't help but smile as he endured hugs from the Weasley family. He was careful to avoid anyone touching his chest while they hugged. Harry sighed contentedly. The Weasley's were like a family to him. Ron clapped Harry on the back.

"Come on, Fred and George will take all your stuff to the room. Let's go play Exploding Snap!"

Harry grinned widely. This was already improving his summer. Everything was going smoothly. That is, until he woke up in the middle of the night with an uncomfortable wetness by his nether regions.

"Shit!" Harry cursed quietly before getting up and wincing. His cramps were back full force, and he had bled through his pants. Harry started breathing rapidly and pacing. He didn't know what to do! It looked as if he had gotten some blood on the bed and ruined the sheets. What was he going to tell Mrs. Weasley! He didn't even know where any pads were and he certainly wasn't about to ask anyone for some, that would be way too awkward and-

"Mate? What in the bloody hell are you pacing for?" A light clicked on as Ron squinted at Harry, then he noticed the blood and his eyes went wide. "Oh. Did you...I'll be right back." Ron suddenly left the room and Harry stood there, mortified, until Molly Weasley came in.

"Oh poor dear, come with me now! Let's get you out of those pants and into a warm shower okay? I'll have a clean bed and clothes for you when you get out." Molly wrapped an arm gently around Harry's shoulders and led him to the bathroom.

"I-I'm so sorry Mrs. Weasley I didn't think- please don't be mad at me I'll wash the sheets a-and-"

Molly stopped and looked at him. "Harry, it's quite alright, why would I be mad? These things happen. When you get out I'll cast a heating and pain relieving charm on you alright?" Harry nodded and hugged her.

"Thank you Mrs. Wealey."

Molly pet his hair. "You're welcome Harry. You know, Charlie has some old binders that I think would fit you."

Harry looked up at her. "Charlie...?"

Molly nodded. "Of course, you can't have nearly as many children as I do and not expect a few to be queer."

Harry started tearing up and quickly hid his face, not wanting her to see him cry. He managed to choke out a thank you before Molly set the shower for him.

The first day back at Hogwarts was filled with anxiety for Harry Potter. He hadn't thought of how things would change in the boys dormitory until then. While Harry now had Charlie's old binder, he realized that he wouldn't be able to change out in the open with all the other boys. It seemed that maybe the castle itself had heard Harry's anxious thoughts, because when everyone got the dormitory a new private bathroom had been added, room for one person. Harry would be able to change in peace there.

When Harry was experiencing "Voldemort's Curse" as Ron had so put it, all the boys in the dormitory were careful around Harry. They made sure to be a little less rowdy and rough with him when they play wrestled. A few even went so far as to throw in comments such as "Does Hogwarts have a gym here? You're looking a bit buff there Harry." Harry appreciated it more than anything, even though he knew that he really looked malnourished as he was.

Draco Malfoy on the other hand seemed to be even more rude than usual to Harry and his friends, and he was getting harder to ignore. Hagrid became a close friend and almost protector of Harry. He was always there to let Harry rant to him a bit and pet Fang. Ron and Hermione were quick to tell harry to give up and avoid Draco at all costs. They said it would only be a matter of time before Draco started picking on his manliness.

On a particularly bad day for Potter, a student decided it would be the perfect time to tease him. Harry's friends unfortunately were nowhere in sight.

"Hey flat chest Harriette! Where are your boobs huh? Even Hermione has a bigger chest than you! Maybe they're hiding under those robes!" The student looked like he was going to try and touch Harry's chest. Harry almost had his wand out, a curse on his lips, before he heard a familiar voice.

"HEY! Don't you dare touch him! Do you want Dumbledore to hear about this?"

Harry wasn't sure if he should be more scared or relieved to hear Draco Malfoy's voice. Harry decided it would be a bad idea to stick around either way, and bolted off, ignoring the cramps creeping up his back.

"A thank you would be nice!" Was shouted after him, but Harry ignored it.

Malfoy was just going about his usual day at Hogwarts, heading towards the library, when he saw something that turned his vision red. Some git was picking on Harry, and it looked like he was about to touch him. Draco had to intervene quick. Harry was his, and his alone, to taunt and tease. Even then he never dared to question Harry's masculinity or misgender him. That was too much of a dick move, even for him.

Unfortunately, Draco didn't get quite the reaction he was hoping for from Harry. No teary thank you and a big hug, no "So you're really not as bad as I thought you were" speech. Just the sight of Harry's retreating back. Although, Harry didn't seem like the cheesy type to Draco anyways. A thank you was still common courtesy though.

Harry stood outside of Dumbledore's office, almost shaking with nerves. He wondered if he'd stepped over a line somewhere and done something really really bad. Finally, he was let in and met with the sight of a haggard looking man beside Dumbledore.

"Harry, please sit. I have someone I'd like you to meet." Dumbledore gestured to a chair and Harry sat, leg bouncing.

"Harry, this is your godfather, Sirius Black." Sirius smiled warmly at Harry. "We've been working very hard to get Sirius out of Azkaban-"

Harry jumped out of his seat. "Azkaban!? The jail that holds dangerous witches and wizards!?"

Dumbledore smiled at him with restrained patience. "Yes Harry, that jail. He was wrongfully accused of a crime. We've chatted a bit and Sirius can now legally sign for you as a guardian."

Harry let that sink in while Sirius looked at him wistfully. "I remember when you were a baby Harry. You've grown into a fine young man."

Harry couldn't help but smile at that. This man that obviously his parents had trusted very much accepted him as a boy.

"Does this mean I can live with my godfather?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "Unfortunately not. The wizarding council still doesn't trust him enough. They certainly won't trust him to take care of the boy of lived."

Harry's heart sank. So he would have to continue living with the Dursleys.

Sirius spoke up. "It's alright Harry, we can still visit eachother. I'll take you out for your birthdays and holidays. Does that sound good?"

Harry grinned and nodded.

"Fantastic! I'm sorry Harry, but if you'll excuse me, I must see Remus." Sirius left the room with excitement on his face and Harry looked at Dumbledore.

"Why does he need to see Professor Lupin? Is he a werewolf as well?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "No Harry, but his animgus form does take that of a dog. And he and Mr. Lupin used to be lovers. I'm sure they still are. They'll be very happy to see each other again."

Harry blinked. Lovers. His professor and his godfather were lovers. I suppose it wasn't so bad, Harry liked Professor Lupin a lot. Harry got up. He had to tell Hermione and Ron about all this new information.

Surprise! Charlie Weasley is a trans male too. All your faves are trans. Also, there will be no character deaths in this story! And yes, I had to add WolfStar, it's my OTP. I hope you enjoyed reading! Please add suggestions for anything you'd like to see in the future. Thank you very much for reading!