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The Lives of Harry Potter begins.

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Harry bucked his transformed hips into the dildo as it thrust harder and harder into his pussy, panting with pleasure why cum was dripping down his creamy thighs while his fingers weakly held up his short schoolgirl skirt.

Catching sight of his transformed body in a mirror, Harry blushed as he took in the sight of the black-haired girl with emerald green eyes, eyes which were rolling back while his tongue hung out of the corner of his mouth while the sex toy thrust with incredible power into his pussy, screaming in pleasure as the sex toy did its work, delighted and relieved that the Room of Requirement was silenced; while the school was relatively empty, thanks to the ever-present threat of Sirius Black and the Dementors' draining presence on the edge of the school grounds, a large number of students had left the school and had gone home for Christmas.

Recently, Harry had been taking advantage of his new teenage hormones to transform into a girl, but only in the safety of the Room of Requirement and unloading his stress by using stimulated sex.

But this made Harry yearn to make the transformation permanent. The longer he was Harry Potter, the more likely Dumbledore's plans and games unfolded, and that was the last thing he wanted.

Harry didn't care about the magical world. All he cared about was surviving and making a new life for himself.

All of his life, Harry had always felt odd; at the time, he had been mind-conditioned by the Dursleys into thinking he was nothing more than a freak, and what he was feeling was said freakishness.

When he had learnt he was a wizard, Harry had gone to Diagon Alley with his eyes opened. Harry had noticed Hagrid had been rushing him through the shopping, keeping him from many books and other magical resources. When they had been in Gringotts, Harry had very nearly revealed to the goblins he had never received statements, but he hadn't. He had decided to return to the bank as soon as he could, and he returned to Diagon Alley the very next day to make sure Hagrid didn't suddenly come back and take him to Number 4 again. Harry had a small cache of money which he had stolen, he had planned to use it to escape, but at that point, whole new possibilities and resources came back to him.

It wasn't hard for him to get back to London, and he had gone to Diagon Alley. The good thing was the Dursleys hadn't returned yet, so he had time. He had taken with him his new trunk, and he had told Hedwig to come back to make sure she wasn't in danger.

Once he was back in Diagon Alley, he had gotten himself a new trunk after consulting with the shopkeeper about the different models and he had spoken at length with the goblins, and he'd told them he had never received a statement from the bank, much to their fury.

They had scanned him and they took off the numerous spells locking his powers and other things, and they had given him access to new resources. They had told him he was a metamorphamagus after he had remembered he had transformed parts of his body, following his wishes he looked different or when he pictured himself with some new physical trait he didn't have.

Thanks to the goblins, Harry had gone to Hogwarts, his mind ringing with the revelations Dumbledore had tried to keep locked away from him for so long, but he had decided to go to Hogwarts for a few years to make it look like the old man's plans were falling into place.

Being sorted into Gryffindor was one of those moments, and he often asked himself what it would be like to have been sorted into Slytherin; while he found the majority of the so-called House of the Cunning and Ambitious to be irritating and obnoxious, there were a few that he could tolerate within reason.

Thanks to the goblins, Harry knew about his relations within the magical world; in Britain, he was distantly related to several families, including the Malfoy and Tonks families, but he wanted nothing to do with the Malfoys, not after enduring nearly three years of Draco, and after Lucius nearly killed him the year before, but the Tonks family had been denied guardianship for years. Harry was linked to them through a few of his relatives, notably his grandmother, Dorea Potter, nee Black, and he had a godfather called Sirius, who'd been sentenced to Azkaban prison for betraying his family.

Harry had been angry, and he had decided to just let Black rot in Azkaban, but clearly Black had plans.

More promisingly, Harry had learnt about his relatives in the MACUSA; for years, his relatives had been thwarted from contacting or adopting him because of Dumbledore's feeble, pointless games. Harry had decided to let Dumbledore continue to think he was ignorant of their existence, but that was going to change.

This was going to be his last year at Hogwarts, and he wasn't going to miss it. But after the last few years of dealing with philosopher's stones, con artist-teachers and alchemists, giant snakes, wraiths of the Dark Lord who had murdered his family, memories of the Dark Lord who had killed his family, and living trees, and now Dementors and escaped convicts, why should he stay here?

No, he wanted to go to a proper magical school, one where the teachers actually took responsibility.

In his first year, Harry had first used the Room of Requirement and he had begun experimenting with his metamorphamagus powers, and he had discovered he had a liking for his female forms; he had simply changed his body into a female version of his normal male appearance, and then it had gone on from there, but making sure he didn't suddenly transform in public was a chore.

Harry had been doing this for the last two years now, and he had learnt metamorphamagi were gender-fluid beings; some time ago, Harry had planned to simply leave Hogwarts and change into a girl full-time and let his American relatives know, and if they didn't like what he was doing, then he would turn around and disappear, go to Castelobruxo instead and he would cut them out of his life forever without contacting them. It was sad and would be regrettable if that happened, but he didn't care.

It was a good plan, then he began researching Lord Voldemort and discovered that Voldemort had looked for means of becoming immortal. While Harry was disturbed and disgusted by what the Dark Lord had chosen, which only proved to him Voldemort was utterly bone-dead stupid as immortality did not work, he was delighted to finally prove his hypothesis the Flamels were liars and con artists. It had utterly confused him no end that Nicholas and Perenelle Flamel had allowed their precious ticket to immortality and fortune to be destroyed, and he had used the Room of Requirement after learning it allowed time travel to peer into the past, and he saw the Flamels had utterly failed to find a way to make a potion that allowed them to transform metals into gold and give them immortality at the same time, and they had aged almost to death by the time they logically gave up, and they sought out a form of immortality known as essence transfer, which allowed witches and wizards to put their souls into the bodies of others, but because it was seen as a Dark art since many dark wizards used it to possess the bodies of their enemies to carry on their reigns of terror, nearly all record of it had been lost over the centuries, but the Flamels got it just in time, and they had been cloning their bodies over the years since.

It was no wonder the Philosopher's Stone was expendable.

But essence transfer...

Now he was confronted by it, Harry wanted to be virtually immortal. More than once over the years, he had thought the Dursleys would kill him and then he would never see the world like he'd wanted. But while he had never really thought about it on learning about magic, and coming to Hogwarts, Harry now saw dozens of possibilities.

As an immortal, he would be able to have dozens of children, he could have a new life, and he could see the world changing around him for a short time, maybe a few millennia, and then he would finally die upon seeing how everything had changed for the better. The thought was compelling, but right now he had two headaches, Dumbledore and Voldemort.

Harry knew neither of them would leave him alone.

Using the Room's time travel facilities, Harry had been intrigued enough, and he'd taken the knowledge and studied it, and he'd come up with a whole new plan. He would clone a new body for himself if he needed to, and then he would escape without caring about Voldemort, and he would make sure it was a female body, but Harry's plans were thrown out of sync when he learnt Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban. Harry had been content to see him stay in prison forever, but recently Harry had become frustrated with all of these events happening around him, so he had looked into the Room's time travel facilities for answers.

And Harry was not happy with what he'd found, hence the reason why he was here.

Lord Voldemort was after him because the old quack in Hogwarts who called herself a Divination teacher had given a prophecy saying some kid would have a power he knew not.

Harry hated Divination, but he did like sex, but not all was lost.

He had a plan.