Thursday, September 2nd, 1993
There was no school today, if the 1st landed on a Wednesday or later, there was never school until the following Monday. That's how the golden trio ended up meeting, alone, in the boys dorms at the beginning of third year.
"So, what was it you wanted to talk to us about, Ron?" Hermione questioned from Dean's bed.
Ron flinched slightly at the question. "I-well I really wanted to tell you guys this. My family didn't react too well. Well, mom reacted bad and told me I was wrong and that I couldn't tell Bill or Charlie. Dad tried to calm her down, but she wouldn't listen. And no one else got a word in. But, yeah, it didn't go well. But, I still really wanted to tell you guys. Even though you'll probably stop being my friends." Ron was almost in tears by the time he stopped talking.
"Ron, we would never stop being your friends." Harry said sympathetically.
"Yeah. Just tell us, it'll be fine." Hermione agreed.
"Well, I never knew this was possible. But, I went to this muggle library this summer, a bunch, and I found this word. Transgender. It means that someone is assigned as a girl when they're born, but are a boy. Or that they're assigned as a boy, but they're a girl. Or they're assigned as either one, but their neither."
"Okay. I think I've heard of something like that before. But, what about it?" Harry questioned, oblivious as always.
"Yeah, I know what transgender is."
"Okay. Good. Well, um, I'm that."
"What?" Harry was still confused.
"She means that she is a girl. It is she right?"
"Yes, it's she. I use She/Her pronouns."
"Oh, okay. Whatever." Harry finally understood.
"You're okay with it? Both of you?"
"Well, yeah. You're our best mate, nothing's going to change that." Harry was confused again. Hermione nodded in the affirmative.
"But, I'm...I'm a girl."
"So is Hermione."
"Yeah, but she was born-"
"So, were you. The doctors just mislabeled you. That's all." Hermione cut in.
"So, do you have a different name? Or?" Harry questioned awkwardly.
"Well, I was thinking...Anne. My parents really liked royal names, we all got one. And, I guess I just wanted to honor that. Plus Anne of Cleves is amazing." Anne admitted.
"Anne is a pretty name." Harry remarked, honestly.
"Anne is a pretty girl." Hermione added on, with a smile, making Anne blush.
"Wait. You like girls right? But, you are a girl. So, are you a lesbian or something?" Harry asked, suddenly.
"Oh, I'm bisexual." Anne replied.
"What does that mean?"
"I like boys and girls."
"Wait. You can do that? You mean I'm not weird?"
"For being bisexual? Not at all." Hermione replied.
"Oh. I just thought I was weird or broken or something." Harry admitted.
"And that's why gender and sexuality education is important." Anne remarked, in an annoyed tone.
"When did you become such an advocate for change and inclusive education?" Hermione half joked.
"When I realized that a good portion of people didn't know about the existence of people like me. And a bunch of the people that do know think we're all messed up, attention seekers, or deserve to die." Anne answered, a lot more serious.
"That...that sucks." Harry said in slight shock.
"It really does." Anne admitted.
"What are you going to do about, well everything?" Hermione finally questioned, simply receiving a shrug.
Anne was only thirteen, now she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. Just because adults didn't like people with a certain gender adjective. It's not fair.