Title: To Be A Woman
Author: Batsutousai
Beta: Magickmaker17
Pairings: Hermione/Ginevra, and Tom/Draco/Harry
Warnings: AU, Transsexualism, Slash, Child Abuse(mild), Fem-slash,
Cross-dressing
Summary: Harry’s known his whole life that he is different from his
male cousin, but his relatives, who take care of him, did everything to hide
it. When given a chance to live as he wishes, what will Harry do?
Disclaim Her: Hey, JK claims she’ll never write slash. Me, I live
on slash. Obviously, I don’t own Harry Potter .
A/N: Give this a try, k? I promise it will prove different. As
of, it’s more experimental than anything. Blame it on an online doll maker I
found and have become addicted to, k?
“Get up!” A fist slammed against
his door.
Harry groaned and opened his eyes
warily. His head hurt, again, and he had to use the bathroom.
“Are you up?!”
“Yes, Aunt Petunia.”
“Well get your sorry arse out
here, brat! Your uncle has to leave early and needs breakfast!” The woman
snapped before the sound of her shoes faded away.
Harry rubbed at his forehead and
reached over for his glasses. “Your uncle has to leave early and needs
breakfast.” He mocked darkly under his breath as he slid his glasses onto his
face and reached for a set of hair-ties. “Don’t see why he can’t bloody-well
make it himself, give me my sleep. Ugh.” He pulled his long hair back and put
it up in a practised ponytail before pushing his door open.
Of course, this happened to be
one of those days the door pushed back and Harry fell back onto his cot with a
‘crash’. His hand slammed into the small bookcase next to the cot and brought a
pile of books down on his head.
Harry glared at his cousin, who
was grinning like the devil himself, as he pulled himself out of the closet.
“Damnit, Dudley, can’t you give me a break?”
Cruel blue eyes narrowed. “Sure
thing. Where do you want it?”
“On my dick. I’m hoping you can
get rid of it for me.” Harry shot back viciously.
Dudley turned a sickly green
colour and ran into the kitchen, shouting. “Mum! Harry’s talking about his
problem again!”
“BOY!!” Vernon Dursley, Harry’s
uncle, stormed into the hall and Harry pressed himself against the wall in
terror. “What have I told you about speaking of that-that-that-issue of
yours in my house?!”
“Not to...” Harry whispered.
As the beefy hand headed for his
head, Harry thought, and not for the first time, that he’d been born wrong.
-~*~-
Harry woke to a hand brushing
through his hair softly. “Who?”
“Shush.” Lips pressed to his
forehead. “You’re fine, Har. I’ve got you.”
“‘Mione?” Harry forced his eyes
open to see the bushy brown hair of his best friend. “Where are we?”
“Hide-out.” The girl offered. “I
had to give Dudley a kiss to get him to bring you out, you know. And we don’t
have a bar of soap here, either.”
Harry laughed at that, wincing as
his side flared in pain. “Oh, best not make me laugh again, ‘Mione. Might kill
me by accident.” He joked.
“Oh, stop. I put some of that salve
that Gin gave me on you.”
“The stuff for bruises?”
“Well, it’s all I had...”
Harry sighed and pushed himself
to a sitting position, not complaining when Hermione drew him against her, let
his head fall onto her ruffled white shirt. “Gods, ‘Mione. What am I
going to do with you?”
“I was wondering more along the
lines of what you’d do without me, come September.”
Harry scowled. “Fuck, that’s
right. You’re going to Hogwarts.” The boy sneered. “And I get to go to St.
Brute’s because I’m messed up.”
“Oh, Har, stop, please. I hate it
when you beat up on yourself like this.”
“Can’t move my arm in the right
angle to beat myself up, thankyouverymuch.” Harry muttered, blowing a long lock
of raven-black hair out of his eyes.
“You know what I meant.”
Harry sighed and shook his head.
“My saving grace is that I’ll be away from Dudley.”
“And Vernon.”
The boy laughed bitterly. “I’ll
never get away from him, ‘Mione. Never.”
Hermione bit her lip and hugged
her friend tightly.
-~*~-
Ginevra Wealsey scowled at the
old uniform her mother had bought her. Of course, it was better than her twin
brother, Ronald’s, hand-me-down uniform, which had been in their family for
years. At least her’s had only been used once. “This is stupid. I hate boarding
school already.”
“Oh shove it, Ginny.” Ron
growled, throwing his in his case. “At least you’ll be with Hermione
Granger. I have to go to school with Dudley Dursley and Draconis
Malfoy.”
“Humph. Malfoy and Dursley are nothing
compared to Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini! Those two are holy terrors!” Gin
bit back, flinging her long red hair back over her shoulder.
Ron sighed. “Well, none of them
are anything on Har’s new school.”
The twins shared a sympathizing
look and a shudder.
St. Brute’s was an all-boy’s
school for unmanageable kids or kids who had “strayed from the path of God”,
like Harry Potter supposedly had. They liked using any means possible to whip
boys into shape, even, it was rumoured, rape, starvation, torture, and death
threats at knife-point. The school was a nightmare, and parents often kept
their sons in line by threatening to send them there.
“Poor Har.” Gin murmured, turning
back to her “new” uniform.
“If only there were a way we
could help him...”
“Wait! Ron, there is!” Gin turned
excited brown eyes on her twin. “Come on, we’re going to go call Dumbledore.”
“What can the Head of Hogwarts
do for Har?” Ron called as Gin grabbed his wrist and pulled him from the
room.
“Har’s transsexual, right?” Gin
asked as they walked together down the rickety staircase.
“Well, yeah, but I don’t see what
that has... Oh...right...” Ron’s face brightened and he sped up, Gin keeping
pace with him.
Gin got to the phone first and
dialed her soon-to-be school while Ron kept guard for their parents or elder
brothers. “Headmaster Dumbledore? Hello, this is Ginevra Weasley.”
“Why, hello, Miss Weasley.
What might I do for you today?” Dumbledore’s pleasant voice travelled over
the line.
“Sir, I was wondering if you’d
admit my friend to your school.” Gin asked, suddenly nervous. Transsexual or
not, Harry was still a boy, and this was an all-girl’s school.
“Well, of course. May I ask
her name?”
“Sir, that’s part of the problem.
See, Har’s not a girl, he’s a guy.”
“Explain, please, Miss
Weasley.”
“He’s a great guy, but his aunt
and uncle are sending him to St. Brute’s ‘cause he’s transsexual and we’re all
worried about him and we know he’d be more comfortable in an all-girl’s school
than a guy’s school and-“
“Whoa, whoa!” Dumbledore
was laughing, a calming sound. “Perhaps we can arrange this. What is this
young man’s name?”
“Harry Potter, sir.”
“Harry Potter?” Dumbledore
sounded shocked. “Number four, Privet Drive, correct?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Thank you, Miss Weasley. I
shall certainly make an offer to Mr. Potter.”
“Oh, thank you, sir! Thank you so
much!” Gin set down the phone and hugged Ron tightly, who was grinning like
mad. “Har’s safe! He’s safe!”
-~*~-
Draconis Malfoy flipped through
the magazine Pansy had brought over darkly. “This school’s a million times
better than St. Anthogals. Why can’t I go here again?”
Pansy rolled her eyes at her
blonde friend and pulled a piece of hair from her green shirt. “It’s an
all-girl’s, school, Dray. It’s simply not allowed.”
“I don’t see why I can’t go.”
“Because you’re a boy.”
Pansy blew her short black hair from her face again in annoyance. Draco would
never get it at this rate.
“I’m going to go ask Father if I
can go.”
“Dray!” Pansy ground her teeth
together in irritation. “You know what, fine. Go ask him. And if Lucius smacks
you or laughs in your face, I’ll merely cackle and go home.”
Draco scowled. “Fine, be that
way. Just you watch, though. I’ll bet I can go.”
“Five Pounds says you can’t!”
“You’re on!”
“Then I’m coming with you!”
“Race you!”
“No fair! You got a head start!”
Pansy raced after Draco with a snarl, glaring as he reached his Father’s office
door before her and smoothed out his white jeans and sweater. At least he gave
her a chance to set her skirt back in order before knocking and striding
casually into his father’s office.
“Father, I want to go to
Hogwarts.” Draco said seriously when his father looked up.
Lucius Malfoy sat back in his
seat, arranging his gloved hands before him as he glanced over at Pansy, who
gave him a helpless look. “What brought this about, Draconis?”
“Pansy was showing me the campus
and guide and stuff and I like it better than St. Anthogals. I don’t care if
it’s an all-girls school, I want to go there.”
“You’re whining.” Lucius warned
absent-mindedly as he thought his son’s request over. ‘To send Draco to
Hogwarts would teach him some manners he won’t learn at St. Anthogals, and it
will surely end his blasted feminine ways.’ Lucius glanced back up at
Draco, smirking. “Very well, under one condition.”
“Which is?” Draco asked eagerly.
Pansy sighed hopelessly.
“Once you get there, you will
serve out the whole year, whether you like it or not.”
“Agreed!” Draco nodded.
Pansy smiled widely. ‘A good
twist. He’ll be sick of the place in a week!’
“Pansy,” Lucius turned to the
girl while Draco cheered silently, “do you think your parents would mind
pretending Draconis is a female cousin from elsewhere in the country?”
“I doubt they’d mind, sir.” Pansy
nodded formally. “Dray Parkinson. Has a ring to it.”
Draco scowled. “No.”
“You’re a girl.” Pansy shot back.
“You must have a girl-like name.”
“Draco can be a girl’s name.”
“Hardly.”
“Draco Parkinson.” Draco shot
back before turning pleading grey eyes on his father.
Lucius twitched. “Draco
Parkinson, then.” He glanced at Pansy, who shrugged. Draco would get his way,
no matter what.
‘At any rate, Ronald Weasley
will be happy, though I dare say Ginevra will hate me if I don’t warn her.’
-~*~-
Tom Riddle stared at the
messenger in shock. “Hogwarts is asking me to come to their school? Not
possible.”
“Miss Riddle, you are indeed
invited to Hogwarts.” The man scowled, beady black eyes narrowed. “There has
been no mistake. I’m here to make sure you’ll be getting there safely.”
“You look like you’d rather throw
me back into the gutter where I belong.” Tom retorted, playing with her
necklace. “Personally, I’m agreeing with you and am planning on heading back
there right now.”
Severus Snape sighed mentally as
the girl turned her back on him. He’d been told she’d be a handful and a half. ‘Good
thing Albus sent me instead of that mass of “kindness”, Hagrid.’ Severus
sneered, putting a firm hand on Tom’s shoulder. “Miss Riddle, you are not given
a choice in this matter. It is in your mother’s will.”
Tom froze. ‘Mother?’
“Come along, Miss Riddle. You
need clothing.” Severus said firmly.
Tom sighed and let the man lead
her away from the orphanage she’d spent her life in.
-~*~-
Harry frowned at the strange car
outside his house. “‘Mione, do you know who that might be?”
“Nope.” Hermione shifted her hold
on Harry. She was supporting him, since his side was still sore. “But, if you
don’t recognize it, then it isn’t bad news for you, right?”
“Doesn’t make it good news.” The
boy muttered.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him.
“Oh, come now. You were just telling me that your life couldn’t get any worse,
weren’t you?”
“I must have missed something.”
Hermione snorted. “In that case,
I’m going in with you.”
“‘Mione! No!”
“Oh, stop.” Hermione gave Harry
an annoyed look. “You can hardly stand. Anyway, it’s not like Dudley-dearest’d
let me get hurt.”
Harry sighed. “Fine.”
Hermione smiled and kissed him
lightly on the cheek before opening the door.
Dudley peeked his head out of the
living room. “Oh, hullo, Hermione.” He mumbled, blushing faintly.
Harry sniggered while Hermione
offered the whale-sized boy a soft smile. “Why, hello there, Dudley. How has
your day been?”
“Oh, wonderful.” Dudley responded
with a sigh before turning hateful eyes on Harry, who returned the favour. “By
the way, freak, there’s some old dude here for you.”
“Old dude?” Harry blinked a few
times and pulled from Hermione. “Where?”
Dudley waved his hand at the
kitchen doors. “Hey, Hermione, wanna come play Sonic with me?”
Hermione frowned at Harry moving
slowly towards the kitchen, supporting himself against the wall. “No thanks,
Dudley. I think I’m going to go see what Harry’s ‘old dude’ wants.” She
muttered before following Harry. Dudley’s protests followed them into the
kitchen.
At the kitchen table sat Petunia
and a very old man with long white hair and a beard. The man wore bright
colours that shouldn’t have gone well together anywhere, but actually managed
to look right on him. Petunia was sneering at him as he sipped tea.
“Aunt Petunia?” Harry whispered
from the doorway, Hermione behind him.
“Oh, you’re home.” Petunia
growled, glaring at her nephew.
Albus Dumbledore glanced up at
the boy he’d left with these people as a baby sadly. The boy looked a mess. His
black hair had fallen from it’s bun in bits and most of it hung around his face
while some was still in the hair-ties. His shirt and jeans were obviously too
big for him and his glasses were broken and taped at least once. There was a
large bruise just under his right eye, as well.
Dumbledore stood and smiled
kindly. “Hello, Mr. Potter. My name is Albus Dumbledore.”
Hermione gasped. “But...you’re
the Headmaster of Hogwarts!”
Dumbledore smiled at the girl.
“Miss Granger, I presume?” Hermione nodded.
Harry pulled himself from his
shock. “Headmaster Dumbledore, what could you possibly want with me?”
“Miss Weasley called me earlier
today requesting that I come and see you about attending Hogwarts this fall.”
Dumbledore replied. “She explained the special circumstances, of course, and
we’d be most delighted to have you.”
Harry gaped at the man while
Hermione cheered behind him. “I-I get to go to Hogwarts?” Harry whispered,
biting his lower lip.
Dumbledore nodded. “If you would
like to, yes. Your aunt has already agreed to it.”
Harry glanced at Petunia and got
the distinct impression that she’d been forced into this agreement. He nodded
at Dumbledore. “Sir, thank you. I’d be honoured to attend your school.”
“Wonderful.” Dumbledore glanced
over at Petunia. “Is it acceptable for Mr. Potter to come to Hogwarts now so
he’ll be settled before term starts?”
“Take him.” Petunia responded
coldly.
“Can ‘Mione come too?” Harry
blurted out, then slapped a hand over his mouth, blushing.
“Yes, please?” Hermione piped up.
“If your parents agree, I see no
reason why not.” Dumbledore agreed.
“Come on, let’s go get your
books, then we can get my stuff. It’s already packed!” Hermione grabbed Harry’s
hand and tugged on it gently. Harry smiled and let her lead him, slowly, to his
closet door.
Dumbledore frowned at the
retreating figures. ‘First thing that child needs is medical attention, then
some clothing, I think.’
A/N: Okay, it's weird. Yeah.
I put together a site for this
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