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Chapter 1: Awakenings



"Well, I guess Mister Granger will be pleased about the change in Miss Smith!"

"Will he? I'm not so sure. After all, it must have felt very safe for him to have a non-corporeal girlfriend. After what's happened to her, he'll be forced to confront his feelings."

"He was always trying to hide in books instead of confronting real life. Maybe she can help him deal with the prophecy."

Harry Potter found himself slowly drifting into consciousness. When he opened his eyes, he realized that he was in the Hogwarts' infirmary overhearing a conversation between Madame Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall. When he started to sit up, he realized that there was something sitting on his chest . . . or rather, two somethings. Patting the lumps, they felt soft. A suspicion grew in his mind. He reached between his legs for confirmation of his fear.

"AAHHHHH!!!!! IT'S GONE!" Screamed Harry in a higher pitched voice than he was used to hearing come out of his mouth.

"Miss Potter, Calm down! Everything is going to be all right," assured Madame Pomfrey as she rushed to his bedside. "Now let me ask you a few questions. Do you know your name?"

"Harry James Potter."

"Do you know what the date is?"

"May 25th, 1996."

"Do you know where you are?"

"Hogwarts."

"Do you know where you live?"

"4 Privet Drive, Little Winging, Surrey,"

"And who's the Minister of Magic?"

"Cornelius Fudge."

"I see," replied Madame Pomfrey. "Well I'm certain it will come back to you soon. Now you just rest. Your parents will be here soon to take you home."

""But my parents are dead!" accused Harry as he tried to sit up.

"Just rest," commanded Poppy. "I'm certain that we'll be able to help you soon."

Harry looked around him. To his left was a girl he'd never seen before, laying on a cot. But she did look familiar. He just couldn't figure out where he'd seen her before. She had shoulder length brown curly hair and wore a robe with a Gryffindor patch on it. She looked to be about his age. Beyond her was a partition, about 6 feet high.

On the cot to his right was the familiar dirty-blonde hair of Luna Lovegood who also appeared to be sleeping.

The next cot beyond her had a black haired girl he had seen before, but not alive. It was Moaning Myrtle! Very much alive and sleeping peacefully.

"Thank Merlin you've come! He awoke a few minutes ago and appears to be disoriented," said Madam Pomfrey, from somewhere out of sight.

"How is he?" asked the voice of Mrs. Weasley.

"Physically, he's fine. He's just a bit confused," replied Madam Pomfrey. "Miss Potter has the same problem. Let me show you."

Presently, Mrs. Weasley and Madam Pomfrey walked into view, followed by Fred and George. The twins stopped at Harry's bed while the other two women kept walking past him.

"Harriet Mate-"

"How'ya' doing?"

"We came as-"

"soon as we heard about-"

"your accident," said the twins.

"What did you call me?" demanded Harry.

"Harriet,"

"Or should we say-"

"partner?" replied the twins.

"I suppose I'm supposed to believe you're my boyfriends?" growled Harry.

"Of course not! You're-"

"Ron's girl. But to us-"

"you're so much more. We-"

"never could have gotten-"

"our business off the ground if you hadn't-"

"talked your dad into-"

"helping us out," said the twins.

"This isn't funny anymore!" yelled Harry. "Change me back!"

"But Ron, I'm your mother!" wailed a teary Mrs. Weasley on the other side of the partition.

"Lady I don't know what you've been smoking but I never saw you before in my life!" yelled back Ron.

When the twins went to see what was going on, Harry sprang from his cot to follow them behind the partition. There were two cots on the other side. One held Ron Weasley. The other held another boy Harry had never met before. Though, he did seem familiar somehow.

"May? Tell Them! Tell them my family is dead! Where's Ginny?" yelled Ron.

Mrs. Weasley choked up.

"Ron, Ginny died three years ago," sobbed Mrs. Weasley. "Don't you remember?"

"I think I would remember if my only family in the world were dead," retorted Ron.

"Who's May?" asked Fred.

"What? Are you blind?" yelled Ron pointing at Harry. "She is!"

"My names not May, it's Harry, Harry Potter. You know. Your best friend?" explained Harry.

"Best girlfriend is more like it," snickered George.

"Your brothers are playing a prank on me," explained Harry.

On hearing the name 'Harry Potter', Ron went wild! He began screaming and trying to grab his wand. The twins had to hold him down while Madame Pomfrey poured a sedative potion down his throat.

"Now back to bed, young lady!" commanded Madam Pomfrey as she guided Harry back to his cot.

A few minutes after Harry got settled, Madam Pomfrey came back to his cot.

"Harriet, I thought you might like to see your parents," said Madam Pomfrey as she brought them forward.

"But, my parents are dead!" gasped Harry.

But there was no denying it. They looked older than their pictures. But the family resemblance was unmistakable. Part of him screamed this must be a trick of some sort. But he'd seen what happened to Ron when he reacted violently. He decided to play along for now.

"Would you like to come home with us, honey?" asked his mother.

"No, really, that's okay mum," replied Harry to the imposter. "I'd rather stay the rest of the term with my classmates.

"Well, the damage to her memory is probably permanent," observed Madam Pomfrey. "But she appears to be adapting to her new circumstances well. Perhaps if you filled her in about who she is, it would help her remember."

"Yes tell me about my life," invited Harry, as his parents pulled up chairs to the sides of his cot.

"Well, Let's see," began Harry's Mother. "Your name is Harriet Lillian Potter. You're in your 5th year at Hogwarts. You're a Prefect."

"Let me guess, Ron is the other 5th year Prefect?" inquired Harry.

"No, the other 5th year Prefect is your best friend, Herman Granger," replied his mother.

"Who?" asked Harry?

"You know! Herman Granger, the boy-who-lived," explained Harry's Father.

"So, I'm not the boy-who-lived?" asked Harry, hopefully.

"Merlin, no!" laughed his mother. "What gave you that idea?"

"I must have been confused," replied Harry as he felt a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

"You're in Gryffindor House," continued his Mother. "Ron Weasley is your boyfriend. You're a Seeker on the Quidditch team. We live at 1 Godric's Hollow."

"Ron seemed to think I was someone else. Do I have any sisters?" asked Harry.

"No, you're an only child," explained his dad. For several hours they went on, explaining his new life.

Finally, Madam Pomfrey interrupted them. "I think Harriet can probably cope well enough to go home with you if she'd like."

"I think I'd like that after all," said Harry.

Harry rose from the bed and making sure his wand was handy, (just in case this was a Death Eater trick) he followed his parents to a floo, following them through to Godric's Hollow. They showed him to his room. As soon as they'd left, he got up and explored the room. Once he was sure it was safe, the reality of his situation hit him. He was no longer the boy-who-lived! Hermione was! He had his parents back. But he was a girl. But then it occurred to him that there was no girl who would let him do anything to her body he wanted. He had long fantasized about girl's bodies, and about touching them. But he hadn't done more than kiss Cho. Now he had a girl's body and he could explore it to his heart's content.

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After several days of adjusting to his new life, Harry received a letter from Ron.

Dear Harriet,
I'm sorry about how I acted in the infirmary. I was a little confused by my memory loss. I've been told that you're my girlfriend. I'm sorry that I don't remember that. But I would like to see you and see how it goes. Why don't you come over to my house tomorrow?

Love,
Ron

As Harry read the letter, he felt a little tingle at the thought of being Ron's girlfriend. While he'd never fancied boys before, he was curious about what it felt like to be shagged. For all he knew, he and Ron could already be lovers. He sought out his mom for advice.

"Mom? Can I ask you something personal?" asked Harry.

"Sure, honeybun, you can ask me anything," said his mom.

"You told me that Ron was my boyfriend, but I don't know exactly what that means," said Harry. "Do you know if he and I ever, you know, did it?"

His mom's expression became serious.

"Well, I don't know for sure," began his mom. "But you did ask to go on 'the potion' last summer. But don't let that rush you! Even if you have 'done it' in the past, you now have a blank slate. You only need to take your relationship as far as you feel comfortable. Is he pressuring you?"

"No! I just didn't know what he would be expecting on a date," explained Harry.

"Well, like I said, you now have a blank slate," replied his mom.

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The next morning, Harry flooed over to the Burrow. As usual, he had trouble keeping his balance coming out of the floo. But Ron was there to catch him.

"Hey beautiful!" said Ron, as he looked deeply into her eyes, with a smile. Why don't I give you a tour? It might help our memories."

"Sure!" said Harry as Ron took her by the hand.

Holding his best friend's hand felt different than he expected. It made him feel the warmth and tingling that he had felt with Cho. Harry was feeling very confused as Ron showed him the gardens and house.

"and this is my room, said Ron, as he showed her into the room Harry had been in many times before.

As soon as they were both in, Ron performed a locking and silencing charm on the door with one hand while pulling Harry's wand out of her sleeve and tossing it into a corner of the room. When Harry dove for his wand, Ron came up behind her a tackled her, rolling her over onto her back on the bed. Ron was kneeling between her legs and had her arms pined over her head.

"Ron! What are you doing?" demanded Harry.

SMACK!

"SHUT UP!" yelled Ron, as he slapped Harry hard!

Ron then reached down with his free hand under the hem of Harry's robe and ripped off his knickers. As Harry struggled to break free, he saw that Ron had pulled up the hem of his own Robe to reveal his rock hard erection. Harry struggled even harder to break free as Ron tried to position himself at her entrance.

"That's right! Fight all you want, bitch!" sneered Ron. "I swore I'd get you for what you did, Harry Potter! And Now that you're a girl, I can!"

And with that, he plunged into her.