The One With the Genderbending
Chapter One: To Kill a Weasel (Or Two)
Harry Potter, Sixth Year Gryffindor, woke up on a perfectly normal Sunday morning. He yawned loudly, glancing around his dormroom blearily to see that his dorm mates had already left for breakfast. He sat up, stretching, tugging with a frown at the large, pure white shirt that used to belong to his cousin Dudley. It felt tighter than it usually did.
He got out of bed, wearing only the shirt, a pair of boxers, and socks, and pulled on a pair of black jeans, also ex-Dudley's. Jeans that actually fit, as he had filled out quite a bit during the summer during an incredible growth spurt- or, as he noted with a half-asleep mind, should have fit. It felt too tight around the hips and too loose around the legs. He shrugged, not really caring at the moment.
He stumbled into the bathroom after grabbing his glasses from the side stand, deciding to skip his usual morning shower, as, by the face of the clock, he was becoming extremely late for breakfast.
He brushed his teeth, cringing at the taste the toothpaste had decided to become that day (black licorice) and washed his face. He yawned again and put on his glasses, turning to get changed out of his night shirt. He saw something in the mirror and paused. Bright green eyes, suddenly fully awake, widened.
Then he screamed.
In the Great Hall, everyone else was happily enjoying a wonderful breakfast. In the middle of the meal, they were suddenly cut off by a loud, high-pitched scream, which shook the glass on the table. And directly after the scream came a loud, pissed, roar-
"WEASLEY!" The furious voice echoed throughout the castle and into the Great Hall causing everyone to look up and four Weasley's to look confused. Well- two of them, anyway. The other two, who were visiting for the weekend, were snickering behind their hands.
Suddenly, in a whirlwind of black, white, and green, a girl stormed into the Hall, looking murderous. She was tall, with long, silky black hair with stripes of red to her waist, ivory skin, and was absolutely beautiful. At the moment she was wearing a white shirt much too wide for her delicate frame, though it was tight at the chest, socks, and a pair of tight, black muggle jeans which showed off that part of her figure very nicely.
Her bright, familiar green eyes scanned the hall then locked onto the snickering Weasley twins. Her eyes sparked. They gulped. She stalked over to them like a hungry cat who had just spotted a bowl of creme with a bird in it.
"Fred and George Weasley?" she growled and purred at the same time. Then glanced at each other and gulped again. Clawing her hands, she led out a loud roar and lunged at them. "DIE!"
She grabbed them by the front of their robes and shook them so hard they almost had whiplash.
"What the hell were you thinking, you- (she said something that made many girls blush and McGonagall to turn red)- ?!" She continued, cheeks pink in anger. "Look what you've done to me! I'm a… I'm a… I'm a GIRL!" Snorts of laughter came from all around the hall, only stopping when she sent a glare worthy of Voldemort's jealousy around.
The Girl Who Was Obviously Not Supposed to Be a Girl let them down with a THUMP! and sniffled, eyes filling with frustrated tears. She growled, pouting at the same time, causing many a male to drool.
"Damn hormones!" She glared up at the staff table at Dumbledore. "Sir? Permission to kill these two idiots?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow in amusement, twinkles shining like torches in his eyes, and chuckled.
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid retribution will have to wait for another day, Miss-" she glared harder at him, "-ahem, Mr. Potter." Everyone gaped.
Harry ignored them and scowled.
"Then can I curse them?" Dumbledore just smiled.
"I'm afraid not."
"Hex?"
"No."
"Jinx."
"No."
"Poison? Castrate?" She looked hopeful, while the twins grew paler. "Disembowel?" The Headmaster shook his head. She thought for a moment.
"What about just hurt them really, really badly?" Dumbledore chuckled again.
"Sorry, Miss… eh, ter Potter." He, or should I says she?, pouted again, without even bothering to glare at him.
"Fine," she said after a moment, much to the twins' relief. "Then I suggest you hide the Bludger bats, because I can find various different, unusual, painful places to put them." She glared at the twins, who gulped again and shrank back.
Dumbledore, along with many others in the Hall, laughed quietly. He stood.
"I suggest, Miss Potter, that you, Messrs. Fred and George Weasley, the Head of Houses, and I go up to my office to find a way to reverse what has been done to you." Harry nodded vigorously while many males moaned at the thought of not seeing him- I mean, her, female again.
On the way out of the hall, the other students heard her say-
"Are you sure I can't maim them?" A chuckle, belonging to Dumbledore.
"Positive." Then-
"Damn!"
Up in the Headmaster's office, the staff wisely kept Harry on one side of the room and the twins on the other, lest one of them start a killing spree. And I don't mean the twins.
Harry sat, sulking, in a chair next to the Headmaster's desk, idly stroking Fawkes, who had settled in her lap almost immediately after she had sat. Snape, Flitwick, Sprout, and McGonagall (in that order, lest McGonagall and Snape try to kill each other) sat to her right to separate her from the twins, who sat on the far end.
"Now, Mister Weasley and Mister Weasley," Dumbledore spoke, hands folded atop his desk. "Please explain why you have changed Mister Potter into Miss Potter." Fred and George spoke up at the same time.
"It was only a joke-"
"-no harm meant, honestly!-"
"-we thought it would be funny-"
"-and we needed someone to test a new joke product-"
"-it was ingenious, really-"
"-Harry immediately came to mind-"
"-we thought it would cheer him up-"
"-you know, after that nasty break-up with Justin and all-"
"-so, you see, we really didn't mean any harm-"
"-and it'll wear off-"
"-yeah, it'll wear off, no problem-"
"-eventually, anyway."
Harry glared at them suspiciously as Fred hit George over the head.
"Eventually?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Uh… yeah." Fred looked nervously back at her.
"How long is 'eventually'?" Her voice started to become dangerous.
"Uh… well, you see…." George started.
"The thing is… uh…" Fred continued.
"We don't know," they both said at the same time.
"You don't know?" Dumbledore said, raising an eyebrow. Fred sighed and began to explain.
"You see, last night we put a Turnabout Tablet into a glass of water on Harry's side stand-"
"-originally, it was only meant to last about a week or so-"
"-but when we were making the potion that went into it-"
"-a temporary Femorajuice-"
"-we added a bit of Everlast Dust-"
"Everlast Dust?" Harry screeched, interrupting them. "You-!" The twins hastily continued before she said something very unladylike.
"-a little too much, really-"
"-actually, we accidentally put in almost a quarter of a cup-"
"-so we don't really know how long it'll last-"
"Idiots!" interrupted Snape, glaring at them. "You are never supposed to add more than a thimble of Everlast Dust to any potion!"
"It was an accident!" huffed George indignantly.
"Accident or no," cut in Harry, eyes still narrowed. "How- long- will- it- last?" Even Snape looked hesitant, but he finally spoke, scowling.
"With how much they put in, it could last anywhere from eleven to fifteen months." Harry blinked.
"Do you mean to tell me," she started, infamous Lily-ish temper beginning to show itself, "that I could be stuck as a girl for nearly a year?!"
"…Or even be permanent," Snape finished, adverting his eyes.
Harry's eyes flashed. Various things exploded. She lunged.
Fred and George screamed like little girls and ran for the door.
Chapter Two: Oh, To Be a Girl….
Pretty soon, it wasn't just Harry who wanted to kill the twins. For when Harry-the-girl exploded, she wasn't the only thing. Cups, windows, plates, potion jars- nothing was safe from her temper. Fred and George, wisely, had left Hogwarts immediately to go back to their joke shop in Diagon Alley, which was in London, and therefore quite a distance from Harry.
Harry had renamed herself Alexandria for the hell of it and had been moved out of the Sixth Year boys dormitory to the Sixth Year girls.
Despite her temper, Alexandria (Xandria or Xan for short) had become even more popular than she had been as Harry. Lavender, Parvati, Parvati's twin Padma, Cho Chang, and even Hermione banded together to teach Xandria the finer points of being a girl. They even decided to stay during Christmas break.
At the moment, though, Xandria was thinking that being a girl was, if she ever changed back, not something she wanted to try again.
"Oh, come on, Har- Xandria. It can't be that bad!" Hermione scowled at the bathroom door the following Friday, tapping her foot.
"No!" Xandria said sullenly. "I look stupid." Hermione sighed. The other four girls, lounging on the beds closest to the door, sighed as well.
"If you don't come out in five seconds, I'm going to Alohomora you out." She started counting. "One. Two. Three. I mean it, Harry! Four. Five. Alright, that's it! Aloho-" Before she could finish, the door swung open and a scowling Xandria came out.
The five girls gaped.
"Holy damn…" Lavender breathed. "If I wasn't already going out with Dean…."
And indeed, Xandria did not look stupid.
As Dumbledore had relented and gave the school permission to wear informal attire (meaning anything not related to school uniforms) on the last Friday before holidays, the girls decided to nick some muggle clothing from various girls around the school, Hermione and Cho being main benefactors. They had also played around with Xandria's waist-length hair and (much to Xandria's disapproval) even put on a touch of makeup.
They had played around for a little bit with various outfits, before Xandria had gotten fed up and grabbed the shirt and skirt she liked best, as well as various undergarments, socks, and a pair of shoes, and went into the bathroom to change. When she came out, the five girls were happily stunned by the outcome.
Xandria had chosen a long, black skirt with a slit from knee down and a black silk shirt with a silver and green dragon that looked as if it were twining about her shoulders and stomach. She also had on long, black leather boots that went up to her knees.
Her hair had been done up in a Chinese-style bun, complete with gold filigree chopsticks. A curl tendril hung loose down the side of her face. Dark silver eye shadow and black eyeliner highlighted the brightness of her eyes, while just a bit of red lipstick brought out the natural pink in her cheeks.
"You look anything but stupid, Xandria," Cho said, smiling. "In my honest opinion, you should have been born a girl." Xandria softened.
"Really?" The five girls nodded. Xandria smiled. "Thanks, guys." She sniffled.
"Please don't cry, Xan," Parvati said, laying a hand on her shoulder. "You'll ruin your mascara." Xandria glared at her. So did everyone else.
Parvati blinked. "What did I say?"
"EEE! Chocolate!" was the happy squeal that penetrated the normal sounds of dinner Everyone turned to stare at Xandria as she happily munched on the chocolate gnome. She paused and stared back. "What?"
Hermione, Cho, Lavender, Padma, and Parvati sighed. Trust Xandria to begin, ahem, "That Time Of The Month" as soon as school resumed.
"What?" Xan demanded hotly, glaring at everyone. Said everyone wisely turned away.