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Chapter 2: secret origins



"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.

Harry found herself gripped by a more intense anger than she'd ever felt before. Time seemed to move in slow motion as she felt her magic coursing through her body. Ron never got a second chance to thrust into Harry. Instead, he pulled out of her screaming! As Ron leaped backward and collapsed on the floor, Harry caught a glimpse of the bloody mess where Ron's genitals used to be!

Harry rolled off the bed and grabbed his wand. Without slowing down, she banished the charms on the door and fled. In the hallway, she ran into Mrs. Weasley.

"What's going on dear?" asked Mrs. Weasley, with concern.

"Ron! . . . He! . . . He! . . ." stammered Harry as he slipped past her and fled down the stairs. Throwing a pinch of floo powder in the fire, Harry yelled out: "Godric's Hollow!" and dove through the floo.

Harry came to a rolling stop in his living room.

"What's wrong?" asked Harry's mom, when she saw how upset her daughter was.

"Ron! . . . He! . . . He! . . . Tried to Force me to! . . . He tried to rape me!" stammered Harry.

"Oh you poor dear!" said Harry's mom as she enveloped her daughter in a hug. "I knew it was too soon for you to see him.

Let's get you to St. Mungos."

When they stepped out of the floo at St. Mungos, Lilly Potter, keeping her daughter hugged tightly against her, moved over to the front desk and told the Healer:

"My daughter needs to have a rape exam."

"Oh course, right this way dear," said the Healer, discreetly.

The Healer brought them to a room with a bed on it.

"Now lie down," said the Healer. "Would you prefer for you mother to wait in the other room while we do the exam?"

"N-no, it's okay. She can stay," said Harry as she kept a death grip on her mother's hand.

The Healer ran her wand over Harry's body.

"Let's see. You've been sexually active for nearly a year. Oh my! Very active! (As Harry and her mother blushed) Your last in encounter was non-consensual. Oh! And he achieved penetration! And the culprit is: your usual partner, Ronald B. Weasley.

Thank you dear. I'll see that this evidence makes it to the proper authorities. Now let's heal that facial bruise."

After the Healer was done, she let Harry rest for a while before returning home.

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Over the next few days, Harry seethed with rage! Not just at Ron, but also at all the others who had wronged her before she'd woken up as a girl. Finally, she resolved to do something about it.

After flooing to the Leaky Cauldron, Harry went into Diagon Alley and from there, slipped into Knock Turn Alley. Looking around at the various shops, she finally found what she was looking for, a bookstore. This one was called: The Darker Side of Life.

There was a raven on a perch, just inside the door that cawed to announce Harry's entrance. Looking around the various sections on demonology, blood sacrifice, dark rituals, goetia and other Dark Arts, Harry finally found what he was looking for: a parceltongue section. Turning her head to look at the various titles he started to reach for one when he realized that another, more masculine hand was reaching for the same book.

Harry turned to see who this could be, that could also read parcelscript. It was the other boy from the Hogwarts infirmary. Now that he was awake, Harry could see the resemblance between this boy and Hermione. He could easily be mistaken for Hermione's brother. He has the same bushy brown hair, only shorter. He was a little taller than Hermione, and more muscular. The lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead confirmed Harry's hypothesis that this must be Herman Granger, the boy-who-lived.

"You can read parcelscript too?' asked Herman.

"Of course, can't everybody?" replied Harry.

~Ssso you think that everybody elssse is only pretending that they can't underssstand it when we speak the sssnake language? ~ hissed Luna Lovegood, surprising the two of them.

"Luna! I didn't see you there," exclaimed Harry. "When did you become a parcelmouth?"

~I think we ssshould go have a drink and discusss thisss~ hissed Herman.

~Pardon me, ~ hissed a brown haired girl that resembled Neville, as she came around the corner. ~I couldn't help over hearing. If you're going to have a parcccelmouth club, can I join? ~

"Sure. Let me pay for these books," replied Herman.

As they were about to leave the raven cawed to announce the entrance of formerly Moaning Myrtle, who was now, very much alive.

"Come on, Myrtle, we're going to go have a drink," said Herman.

"Okay, sure," said Myrtle. "Just out of curiosity, who are you, anyway?"

"I'll explain later," replied Herman. "Now, if only we could find Ron, our little group would be complete."

"Potter!" called a voice from down the street.

Harry turned to see who it was. He saw a red-haired girl that resembled Ginny.

"Ginny?" asked Harry.

"No! it's not bloody Ginny!" said the girl as she drew her wand. "It's Ron! You did this to me! Now, prepare to eat slugs!"

"Stop it both of you!" yelled Herman as he stepped between them. "Ron, the six of us need to talk. It's important! After we've all had our say, if you two want to hex each other, I won't stop you.

Why don't we try that pub over there?"

When they entered the Pony Girl Pub, they discovered that they had walked into a strip bar. But nobody tried to card them even though it was obvious that they were all under-age. Come to think of it, the girl on stage looked under-age too. She had black hair, high heels and two enormous red, feather fans she was dancing with. She didn't appear to have anything else on. Harry thought he had seen her at Hogwarts before but he couldn't quite place her.

Ron seemed to know her. He waved at her and when she tried to return his wave, she gave them an eyeful of her body without a fan to block the view.

They seated themselves around a table with Harry and Ron on opposite sides, glaring at each other while Herman went to get the drinks. He came back with a set of glasses and a bottle of fire whisky.

"I think that none of us is native to this dimension" began Herman. "My real name is Hermione Granger. On my world, I was the girl-who-lived. Other than my change in gender, this world doesn't seem much different than my own. I still live with Mrs. Figg in Surrey. All my life Dumbledore has been manipulating me. He was the one that placed me with Mrs. Figg when my parents were killed. Every year at Hogwarts he puts me in a dangerous situation that ends up with me fighting Voldemort. None of you flinched, very good! My best friends are Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Harry is also my boyfriend. Sorry Myrtle, I've been told that in this world you are my girlfriend but I don't remember it."

"That's alright," said Myrtle. "I don't remember you either."

"I'm not sure how I got to this world," said Herman. "The last thing I remember is we were fighting a battle against the Death Eaters in the Department of Mysteries. Ron summoned these brain-things to him, but I was in the way. The brain-thing hit me and I woke up as in this world's Hogwarts infirmary. It feels funny to be called Herman. I think I'd rather you called me Herm."

"Has Ginny been dead for three years in your world," asked Ron.

"No, that's another thing that's different about this world," replied Herm. "On my world I was able to save her in the Chamber of Secrets before Voldemort regenerated himself. On this one, Herman was not so lucky and Voldie has been lurking in the shadows ever since."

"On my world, she was the one who died in the chamber," said Ron, pointing to the girl dancing with the fans.

"On my world, I was called Harry Potter and I too was the boy-who lived," began Harry. I had the same problems with Dumbledore that you did. Every year at Hogwarts, I found myself being manipulated into some dangerous adventure. I know your Mrs. Figg well. You see, I grew up in Surrey too. After my parents were killed, I was raised by my relatives, the Dursleys."

"Wait a minute!" exclaimed Herm. "Dudley Dursley? Big D?"

"Yeah, that's my cousin," explained Harry. "Do you know him?"

Herm hid is face in his hands and cried. Harry put her hand around his shoulder to comfort him.

"I'm sorry," sobbed Herm. "It's just, last summer, Big D and his gang raped me and when I used magic to fight back, the ministry put me on trial for it.

"Dudley rapes me every day," stated Myrtle.

"What do you mean?" asked Harry. "How do you know him?"

"Well, my parents died years ago, but I had a squib sister who married a muggle and had two children, Vernon and Marge," explained Myrtle. "So, Dumbledore sent me to stay with my nephew and his family. They make me live in a cupboard under the stairs."

"Sounds like I'm not the only one who has reason to want revenge against Dumbledork and the Dursleys," observed Herm.

"Well it's not just making me live with the Dursleys, a few days before I came here, I found out that Dumbledore had been stealing money from me for years!" growled Harry.

"Did you have any friends? A girlfriend perhaps?" inquired Herm.

"Well, Ron and Hermione were my two best friends, but they fancied each other," said Harry. "Cho Chang was my girlfriend, but things weren't going well. And now that I'm a girl, that's probably over with. I mean, I don't think she fancies girls.

I think I will follow Herm's lead and ask you all to call me Hari. I really don't like the thought of being called Harriet. As for how I got here, it happened pretty much as Herm described the debacle in the Department of Mysteries except I was the one who got hit by the brain thing."

"Cognivore," said Luna.

"Huh?"

"They're called cognivores, those brain things," explained Luna. "I was still Luna in my world and I was the girl-who-lived. I grew up, sharing a room with Ginny Weasley. She was my only friend. But we became less close after we got sorted into different houses. I had a very lonely life. I started a Defense club this year in an effort to make friends. But they were only using me to help study for their O.W.L's. The only friends I made were the six that I took with me to the Department of Mysteries. Oh yes, and Ron summoned the cognivore that hit me just before I woke up here."

"Well, I was Ron Weasley in my own world too," began Ron. "Ginny was the only member of my family who was still alive. The girl who died in the Chamber was Amanda Addams, the girl who was dancing before Daphane. (Ron waved at her) My best friend was Draco Malfoy. Now he won't even answer my letters. I tried to become a Dark Lord by enslaving girls. But I was caught by a Harry Potter and his Harem and fed to the brain things.

After I got here, I raped Hari"

"Tried to rape me," corrected Hari.

"Hey, I think sticking it in you counts as rape," gloated Ron. "Anyway, you somehow hit me with a gonad exploding curse. They tried to repair the damage, but the Healer said I had a choice of either living out my life as a eunuch or a woman and even as a woman, I wouldn't be able to have children. I guess I'm no longer Ronald. Maybe I'll change my name to Rhonda. You could still call me Rhon."

"In my world I was called Neville Longbottom," began Nelly Longbottom. "And I was the boy-who-lived. I grew up sharing a room with Ron at the burrow. Dumbledore manipulated me and stole my money too. My best friends were Harry, Ron and Hermione and my girlfriend was Ginny. I think I got here the same way. Ron summoned the Cogni- Cognivore? And I got hit with it just before I woke up here."

"Well, I'm not even sure what I'm doing here," said Myrtle. "I was in my 3rd year in 1943. I was sorted in Slytherin House. I've never had a boyfriend. The last thing I remember is being in the bathroom and hearing a boy hissing. I came out of the stall to tell him off and I saw a green light and heard a scream. Then, I was in this world in the future."

~Can you ssspeak the sssnake language? ~ hissed Herm.

~Yesss~ hissed back Myrtle.

"Okay I think I have a working theory as to how we got here," said Herm. "I think, in this world, all of our counterparts got hit by the cognivores at once and when they did, their counterparts from other dimensions got pulled into to replace them. I think Myrtle was the girl-who-lived of her world.

The question is what do we do now? Speaking for myself, I want revenge against Dumbledore and Dudley. What do the rest you want?"

"Revenge against Dumbledore and the Dursleys," stated Hari.

"Revenge against all the people who used me and abused me," stated Luna.

"Revenge against, Hari, Luna, Herm and the rest of his girls,' snarled Ron.

"Is this why you put veriteserum in our drinks?" asked Luna.

Herm nodded. "I though it was important that we be honest with each other."

"I want revenge against Dumbledore too," said Nelly Longbottom.

"That goes double for me! Vengeance against Dumbledore and the Dursleys!" agreed Myrtle.

"I supposed this is why we were all in Knock Turn Alley looking for dark knowledge," mused Herm. "Anyone have any luck?"

They all shook their heads.

"Well I found this parcelscript book on ritual magic," said Herm. "See, our biggest problem is how to get around the ministry's ban on under-age magic. I found this ritual that allows a wizard and five females to increase their magical power level. Since this ritual also doubles as a marriage ceremony, it has the side effect of emancipating the participants. The down side is that the females all have to be extradimensional."

"Are you saying that what happened to us has happened before?" asked Rhon.

"No. Normally the females used for the ritual are succubi," replied Herm. "They're summoned in a preparatory ritual that involves virgin sacrifices, it's quite dark. Anyway, the other down side of the ritual is that it requires the wizard to have sex with each of the females."

"Hang on, are you inviting us to be in your Harem" asked Nelly.

"Um . . . well . . . sort of . . ." said Herm, as he blushed, furiously.

"I'm in!" replied Nelly.

"Me too!" said Luna.

"Me three!" added Myrtle.

"Now wait a minute!" protested Herm. "Aren't you a little young? I mean, I didn't really think it through, but I feel a little funny about taking the virginity of a 13-year-old."

"Who says I'm a virgin?" asked Myrtle. "Besides, I'm 14 and I'll be 15 in October."

"You need to do the ritual with the six of us," said Luna. "Fate brought us together for a reason."

"Hari?" inquired Herm.

"I'm a little confused," said Hari. "I mean, while I have a certain amount of curiosity about sex, after my experience with Ron, I'm not sure I want a boy to touch me ever again. I always fancied girls anyway. I could probably tolerate it once in order to do the ritual. You were, after all, my best friend. But Ron was my best friend too, and look how that turned out."

"I promise that I'll be gentle with you and go slowly," replied Herm putting his arm around Hari. "What about you, Rhon? Can you put aside your feud against some of us in order to gain the power and freedom that the ritual bestows?"

"I suppose so," said Ron.

"I have a question," said Nelly. "Are we going to practice before we actually do the ritual?"

"Oh yes! That sounds like fun!" said Myrtle.

"Oh Myrtle, You're too young," protested Herm, blushing.

"I am not! Watch!" yelled Myrtle as she stormed up to the stage.

Daphane Greengrass has just finished her dance, and with a nod to the house-elf band, Myrtle began gyrating to the music. Herm looked away, in embarrassment, but kept sneaking peaks as she pulled her robe over her head, revealing the black lace bra and panties underneath. The others watched, transfixed as Myrtle reached behind to unclasp her bra and tossed it to Luna, as her B-cup breasts were revealed. Then she shimmied out of her panties and kicked them off. They sailed through the air and landed on Herm's head. He was really turning beet red now as he hid his face but couldn't stop himself from sneaking peaks at Myrtle's bush. When the dance ended, Myrtle pranced over and, still naked, seated herself on Herm's lap.

"See! I'm old enough to be sexy," taunted Myrtle.

"Ooo, me next!" said Luna, as she bounded onto the stage.

As Luna danced and striped, it became apparent that she didn't wear a bra or panties. Instead, she had a loose flowing skirt and a t-shirt under her robe. But she was soon out of them.

Nelly was the next to go on stage. But Hari and Rhon refused to dance, no matter how much the other three girls taunted them.

While the girls were getting dressed, the manager walked up to their table.

"That was quite performance," said the manager. "Could I interest any of you girls in a summer job?"

In the end, only Myrtle agreed to work there as a dancer. The manager assured her that her age would not be a problem. (This was, after all, Knock Turn Alley.) Myrtle stayed behind to talk about the particulars of her new job as the others left.

"I think we should split up and leave separately," said Herm. "Besides, I still have more shopping to do."

So, Hari was alone as she walked out of Knock Turn Alley, straight into the drawn wands of Fred and George Weasley!

"You've got a lot of-"

"nerve showing your face-"

"around here after what you-"

"did to our brother!" said the Twins.