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Harry Potter was a boy. He was the Boy-Who-Lived. He was born a boy. So why doesn't he feel like one?
Harry always loved looking at girls. They were all so beautiful, their clothes looked amazing, and they were everything Harry wanted to be. When he caught himself admiring them, Harry just set it aside and convinced himself that it was just him being the straight boy he is, dreaming of one day marrying a pretty woman and having a gazillion amount of children (that certainly sounded gross to him).
The more he grew up, the more he realised: Harry Potter never wanted to be a boy, he wanted to be a girl. And he knew that he always did, since the first day he started to obsess over feminine things. But according to Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, those who feel like that are unnatural, delusional, and worse of all—freaks. Harry didn't want to be a freak. Never again.
Now a seventeen year old Harry, who had just defeated Voldemort a few weeks ago, stands confused in Hogwarts, specifically inside of the girls' dorm room, being questioned by Hermione. The simplified reason was because Harry had walked in on his best friend changing clothes because the dorm room was empty. The specific reason, however...
"Harry, how did you even get up here?!" She exclaimed. "Especially when I was... I thought- I thought you were one of the girls!"
Harry smiled sheepishly. "I walked up..? Are boys not allowed to go into the girls' dormitory?" Hermione blinked slowly at that and sighed.
She explained, "It isn't only that, Harry. Physically, boys can't even pass the stairs that lead to here. Knowing that you did, it's possible that other people could as well—that possesses a safety risk for all the girls."
"Oh." He just said. "How did I do that, then?"
"That's the part we don't know about. I think we should talk to Professor McGonagall about this. Preferably, right now."
"Right. Let's go then."
"Now, are you sure this happened, Miss Granger and Mister Potter?" McGonagall asked, though Harry mentally winced at him being called 'mister.'
Hermione took in a breath and sharpened her eyes. "As I've told you many times, Professor, Harry and I are telling the truth and we can assure you that what we saw is correct."
"Give me a moment to think, please." The professor said, pursing her lips in concentration. Harry and Hermione stood there quietly as they were reevaluating just what had happened. When Harry caught McGonagall's face, she seemed to have reached a shocking conclusion. She cleared her throat. "I must ask you something, Miste- Harry. Have you ever thought you were a girl?"
"But I am a girl, Professor McGonagall." Harry said dryly, surprising the professor and Hermione, and even himself when he realised what he had just said. "Bloody hell, I did not mean to say that. I'm... not a girl."
Professor McGonagall sighed—it reminded him of Hermione, for some reason. "Language, Harry." She paused for a moment, then looked right at him with a soft look in her eyes. "Regarding the... problem... you have on your hands, Miss Granger is indeed telling the truth about the staircases. However, Godric Gryffindor spelled them to only let in people who think of themselves as a girl, so that boys couldn't use Polyjuice to get in. So, yes, Miss Potter, I'd say you are a girl."
"But... I'm... not allowed to be a girl." Harry croaked out, feeling tears forming in Harry's eyes. The professor frowned at that, not that Harry could see it, so Hermione grabbed both of Harry's hands and smiled assuringly at Harry.
"That's the thing, Harry. You don't need permission from other people, you're already a girl."
And Harry swore she cried in Hermione's arms all night.
Harrie looked at herself in the mirror and she could never be happier. Lavender and Parvati had decided that she'd be their test subject after Harrie had moved into the girls' dorms, which was only a day ago. Her face, hair, body, and everything, really, was all adorned, thanks to her two friends and some extra help from Hermione Jean Granger herself.
Harrie was still the same height, and she didn't need to change that, but her body was very different. She always had these broader shoulders, a muscular build, and her strong jawline that she hated. But with the help of Professor McGonagall, Lavender had completely transformed her masculine body to a feminine one. Her chest, unlike other girls, was still flat, thankfully. Harrie figured she wouldn't really like having a big chest.
With the help of Ginny, her hair—which had been black before—had turned ginger, like her mother's hair had been, and had grown extremely long, almost reaching her arse. Harrie loved her hair like that already, but Ginny decided she wasn't done yet. After a few minutes, Harrie saw what her friend had been doing. Her hair was like a fox, the ends of it were dyed brown. She kissed Ginny right then and there. (She later apologised to her many times and assured Ginny that she wasn't making another move on her, Harrie was just so thankful that she kissed her without thinking much of it. Ron was still furious when he found out that she had kissed his sister when Ginny was dating Luna. Harrie also apologised to Luna after that.)
Professor McGonagall had given her the girls' robes, and new glasses that unsurprisingly suit her better than her old one. Hermione had went with her to shop for some female muggle clothing and witch robes. Parvati had put soft makeup on her that made Harrie look and feel prettier. Harrie was so thankful for everyone that had helped her.
Harrie was going to come out to the world about her new identity soon. She knew that there would be a majority of negative reactions, but she hoped that some people would be proud of Harrie for being brave enough to show the wizarding world who she really was. She did accidentally bump into Malfoy when she was in her usual hiding spot. Harrie thought that her transition would spread much sooner than she was comfortable with just because of Malfoy. Surprisingly, Malfoy seemed shocked but didn't say anything bad when he questioned her about her transition. She asked him to keep quiet about it for now and he even agreed.
"Are you just gonna keep 'Harrie' as your name or are you picking another name?" Malfoy asked.
"I mean, I don't really mind being called Harrie, but I think I would be comfortable with a more feminine name."
"I've got suggestions if you want, Potter."
"That would be great, actually."
"What about Hazel?"
Harrie thought about it for a moment, then shook her head. She liked the name, but it sounded a bit too much like one of Dudley's friends that bullied her back then.
"Hestia?"
"You know, just because my name was Harry, doesn't mean my name has to start with an 'H' again." Harrie said dryly.
Malfoy looked like he was holding back a smile. Or maybe he was just constipated. "Right. What about Seraphine?"
"No, thank you."
"Okay, Eleanor, then?"
Harrie considered this for a moment. She decided that she liked it a lot. "I like that name, Eleanor. What would the nickname be?"
"I'm glad you found yout perfect name with my help." Malfoy smirked smugly—that arse. "I suppose it would be Elle."
Elle brightened at that. "Thank you, Malfoy."
"Nice to meet you too, Eleanor Potter."
If The Draco Malfoy could accept her, then maybe it wouldn't be so bad having everyone know about Elle after all.