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It was the week before Harry had to return to Hogwarts for his fourth year of schooling. He had long gotten tired of Mrs. Weasley hawk like eyes followed him where ever he went. The only time he ever felt he wasn't being watched was when he was hiding in the bathroom. But that wasn't all that feasible sense it was the only one in the house. He might havent tried the attic but when he had opened the door to it he got cussed out by the ghoul that lived there.
Besides all that he had felt strange all week. Sometimes his body would feel like it was pulsing out like a balloon then at other times its like all the air in his body was sucked out. At other times he was cautious of using the shower because of the water running over his body. On top of that he felt like he was boiling up inside all the time.
This had gotten steadily worse over the course of the summer and by the time he got the Burrow he was reduced to sleeping in his boxers and a tank top that he managed to keep hidden from his relatives. He spent most of his time outside trying to release his ever present energy. Hermione had snapped at him more than once for being so jittery.
The only part that he liked about the summer was that his hair had grown down to his shoulder. Ron seemed to have copied him as well cause his was half way down his neck. It took longer to was but it was so soft and luscious. He had it in a small ponytail most of the day just so Ron didn't call him girly for having it free-flowing. He had finally gotten to the same hight as Hermione so he had made great improvements in that area.
One thing that he simply would not deal with though was sleeping in Ron's room. Between the Ghastly Orange color scheme, his monstrous snored, the smell, and the heat that built up in the boy's room since he didn't like having the windows open; it made a very hard place to sit in let alone sleep. So he had been allowed to Charlies room once he went back to Romania.
All that had been left in the room when he left was the bed and dressers. All his personal things had gone with him. Thankfully the door had a lock on it so if he just wanted to be lefts alone he could be.
Anyway, it was the day that the gang all went to Diagon Alley to get their supplies. Mrs. Weasley had tried to get his key from him so they would only need to take one mine cart but he wanted to get more money out then he had in earlieryears. She had tried a few more times by the time they got to the bank but her just kept turning her down. Good thing the rest had split off from them or Ron would have probably thought he was being a money hungry prat or something like that.
He walked up to the nearest teller on silent feet before sliding his key to the goblin. "Id like to know how much is in my account and make a withdraw, please." The goblin might have smiled at him but it looked more like a sneer and a snarl intertwined. They ran one of their claws over the edge of the key before it turned into a fine dust.
"Follow me Mr. Potter" the goblins voice was kinda scratchy like he had strep throat or something he didn't put much thought into the tellers voice. He was a little nervous that his key had crumbled the way it had but hopefully were ever he was going would explain what was happening.
The goblin lead him down a few halls until the area change from the neat marble building to rough cave tunnels. One thing he knew about goblins were that they were once a warrior race that lived in large tunnel systems under the surface. It looked like their dwelling hadn't changed all that much in the last few hundred years.
The took a few more tunnels until they stopped in the middle of a chamber. The whole room was covered in different runic symbols and what looked like more than one ritual circle. There wasn't any chairs available so he followed the goblins example and sat on the surprisingly even floor.
"It's a pleasure to have you here today, Mr. potter. My name is Furkoz and I am your new account manager. When you didn't come into the bank to go over your statements and other things for your account on your thirteenth birthday we immediately started looking into your accounts." a malicious glint came to his eyes before he spoke some more. "There were a number of transaction made by one Albus Dumbledore in past thirteen years. We followed the money train and were quiet nervous were it was going. He would cut the money he took in half before putting one in his private account. The second half of the monies he took transferred to three other accounts. One to Molly Prewett, another to accountunder the name of the Order, and the last one into your previous account manager."
"Wait if they were taking all this money from me then wouldnt my trust vault be complete empty by now?" That must have been a bad question cause Furkoz started staying something in his native tongue that sounded like swears.
"That is simply your trust vault; it refills to a predetermined amount every year on your birthday. Did you really think that was the only money your family left you?" Harry gave an uncertain nod to the angry goblin. "Well I can easily say, Mr. Potter, that you will not have to worry about money for your whole life or your kids' kids. Your family is ancient money."
Well that's good to know. So know he could do as he pleased and didn't have to get a job under someone if he didn't want to. Maybe he could look into making new things to move the magical world forward a little.
"So why are we in here? Doesnt look like much of an office. More like you're gonna sacrifice me in some very gory ritual."
Furkoz liked this kid, he knew how to point out the obvious but not seem condescending in doing so. "We thought we would check you over for any magical inhibitors in your system or your magic. If Dumbledore was willing to steal from a child then we wouldn't put it above him to mess with your body. You also reek of dark magic." he pointed to the runic equation to the far left. "Just stand in the center of that circle and magic will do the rest to expel any foreign darkness stuck to your body in any way."
Harry did what he was asked and settled in the ritual circle. He hoped he didn't have anyting like that one him but then he remembered Dumbledores words at the end of his first year. How could Voldemort pass on his powers to him without something else going with it. As soon as he entered the circle it light up with an acid green light. Furkoz started cursing again so it must have been a bad thing. Once he got to the center he found that he couldn't move.
All of a sudden he felt like is body was slowly being submerged into ice water. As it crept up his body he could tell that it was washing through his clothing, body, and magical pathways. It warmed slightly when it got up to his abdomen but nothing major. Once it reached his head he felt a burning sensation almost like he stuck it in a fire. As the magic traveled even more up head the pressure and temperature rose with it. He was sweating heavily when it got to his scar when all of a sudden his scare exploded.
Sense he wasn't able to move all he could do was watch as black bungle exploded out from his head. Some of it was even trailing down his face and past his neck. There was a hellish scream for few moments before it died away. The second the circle stopped glowing he dropped like a sack of potatoes. He could hear the scuffing of feet against the ground and figured it was Furkoz.
"I can't believe how incompetent magical human have become. How could they not realise that your scar was Horcrux!" it must have been pretty bad if it got the goblin shivering.
He felt something cool being ran over his head but he couldn't tell what it was. a wet rag perhaps? The first thing that he noticed was that his head felt much clearer then it had been before. The second was even better. He was wearing his glasses and yet everything was blurred. REaching up he removed the atrocious things from his nose. Instantly everything around him cleared up even better than ever.
"The Horcrux must have put a strain on your optic nerves and damaging your eyes. Now that's its gone you should feelbetter." Furkoz lifted him up onto his feet and helped him keep stable on his feet. "I don't mean to rush Mr. potter but we are in a hurry. the next one will remove all potions from your system. Id recommend stripping or you might soil your clothing."
Harry didn't want to be naked in front of the goblin but he did as advised. Once he was bare he couldn't keep his hands from covering his bits while the other covered his chest. He looked at himself in confusion to the folded arm but didn't do bother removing it. With a swift shuffle he had managed to sit in the center before he froze again.
Like the first time he felt like he was being dipped in ice water. The only difference was that it wasn't a slow process. His body instantly started cramping up and he was soon expelling from all three exits. The cramping and fits lasted for a few minutes before his body gave out on him. Then the center ring of the circle he was in flashed briefly and all the mess vanished from his body and the floor surrounding him. Even the stench in his nose had disappeared.
He didn't feel all that different than before but then again he wouldn't know unless he got dosed again soon. he was brought out of his thoughts when Furkoz started laughing. It was definitely not something you wanted to listen t if youweren't strong will or hadn't just exploded twice.
"That was by far disgusting, Mr. Potter. I once gutted someone and got covered in their intestines." Harry really didn't see how what just happened was more sick than what the goblin had done.
"Can I get dressed yet?" the snickering goblin shook his head in denial making him sigh. He really didn't like being naked. This time Furkoz picked him up into his short arms and carried him into the last circle. It flared a pale pink as soon as hewas set down on his back in this one.
This time the tingling and fluctuating in his magic that had plagued his body for the last few months increased ten fold. The tingling turned into a burning inch while his magic felt like something snapped before it sprung out as far as it could but then reversed and condensed into a super dense ball. His magic repeated this for at least six more times before settling for the size of a volleyball in his chest. It took a few more minutes for the burning feeling to stop rasing in intensity before disappearing abruptly.
His body ached and felt really weird. He thought he might have shifted to his hands and knees during the last release but his chest was pointed up. Raising his hands up to his face he just kinda stared at them for a moment. His arms were covered in a tan fur and he had lost a finger on each hand but gained claws. Quickly he whipped his head around to look out what he was feeling behind him and he let out the girliest scream in his life to date. His bottom half of his body was like lions. It was lean and firm and when he tensed his muscles the bottom part tensed. He was kind of like a centaur but instead of a horse it was a big cat. He just stopped and stare as his tail swayed back forth.
His body jerked back to the front to try to look stop himself from his staring but he found something to stare at. When his body stopped moving he felt a slight tugging on chest. Looking down to see what it could be and when he figured out what it was his mind froze and he swore his heart stopped. There on his furry chest were two mounds of flesh. With ashaky hand he cupped one of them and gave it a light squeeze and squawked at the sudden sensation that flowed through him. Yup he, Harry Potter, had turned into some cat creäture and had grown breasts. He didn't know what he'd rather face; finding breasts or any of his challenges at school again all at once.
"What happened!" yup even his voice sounded more girly then before but that wasn't that much of a change. Looking over at the goblin he saw that he had looking over his body in wonder.
"Well your apparently an extinct species, your what is called a cheetaur. I wonder why you became a female though? What little records we had said that a magical cheetaur form is based on their gender."
Harry was horrified. Did this mean that his bits had even changed? how would this effect his puberty? What was the difference between gender and sex, aren't they the same thing? Furkoz must have read his mind somehow.
"Yes, Mr. Potter, your genitals wave been turned into a women while you're in this form. I'm not entirely sure how thiswill affect your puberty though. It's quite possible that your human body will get more effeminate to match up to this form as close as it can." Harry didn't think he wanted that to happen but there was no possible way that he could stop it. "I don't know what could be going through your head, child. But with the horcrux, potions, and bindings there is no way to tell how your mind truly worked. I recommend you take as much time as you can to figure out what has all changed."
Easier said then done. How could he possible be fine with switching into a female cat thing at a moments notice. Heck he didn't even know how he would switch back. There was so many things he needed to learn but didn't know. his mind was in turmoil about how he was supposed to feel and what he would do.
He was driving from his hurricane of thoughts and feeling at the sound of something heavy crashing into the cavern floor. Furkoz was standing behind a large crate full of priceless gems.
"We at Gringotts would like to offer you an enchanted item that your family will be allowed to keep and a magicalgrimoire of all our records on Cheetaurs. In doing so we relieve out dept to your family for the gross injustice that had happened to it in the past years." Harry took a shaky step toward the box of gems. It would take a moment to get use to having to move both left and right legs at once.
"What is the item?" It was even harder to talk and walk at the same time. Furkoz smirked at him. Nice to know that he should always ask questions when I came to a deal with the goblins.
"a simple necklace or bracelet that will change you to human and cheetaur when you channel magic into it. Once you channel magic into it you'll change and wont change back until you pull the magic back out of it."
That sounded like something that he really needed especially when he had to sleep in the boys dorms.
"necklaces please. it would be hard ro keep a bracelet on in the shower." furkoz gestured for him to pick a gem. He shuffle around in crate for a bit until he pulled a deep blue material.
"that's called Azurite. Usually means spiritual transformation." it was snatched from his hands before he could get a better look of it. The goblin then muttered something before he started scratching at the stones surface as it slowlypeeled away. When he was finished it went from being a lump of material to a simple cupped the it in the hand and muttered something to make his hand glow for few second before vanishing. he then put it onto a plain leather cord and handed back to him.
Harry inspected it a bit before slipping in over his head. The symbol came to rest right above his breasts. Seeing as hecouldn't stay in this form when he went to meet up with the Weasleys he trickled some magic into the pendent. His body shimmered for a second before he was back in his human form.
A quick glance at his body he could instant notice a few changes to it. His hips were just a bit wider than before, his male bits were smaller than before, and he had a pair of small lumps on his chest. Not a lot that it would be noticeable but enough that he'd have to figure out a way to shower at school without drawing attention. Oddly enough it didn't worry him that he looked more like a girl than he ever did before. Good thing that all his clothes are a little baggy so hopefully no one would notice. Throwing his hair up in a small ponytail he started getting dressed. Luckily the shirt he was wearing didn't hug to his chest so his buds wouldn't be noticed.
"You might feel a light irritation if you stay in your human form for to long. So id recommend that you sleep in your cheetaur form if you can safely." Of course the goblins would know that humans disliked anything not human. "We are all set here. As of today you are the sole person able to get access to your vaults here. While he have been here we had your vault configured to magical vaults that will only open your specific type of signature, unless you give someone permission. When your key turned to dust so did every copy that was created."
Harry released a sigh in relief. It worried him that people would try to steal from him again. The pair then left the magic chamber and headed to entrance hall of the bank. strangely the people who were there when they went down were still there. He glanced at the goblin next to him only to see him smirking about something before handing him a pouch.
"That is linked directly to your vault. just reach in and pull out the amount you want." He didn't even get to thank the goblin for all the help gave him that day before he slipped back to his station. Pershing his lips to hold back a smile he headed for the shopping stores.
The first place he went to was the trunk shop. If he was going to need a place to keep his secret while he was in the dorms then why not a trunk? He was in there for a short while before he reemerged with a plain pine trunk that had a just two compartments. One for his school things and the other being the size of Hogwarts great hall. He wasn't sure what he wanted with such large space but he'd figure it out later. See that he needed some new clothes, he headed off to Madam Malkin.
Not wanting to draw too much attention to his body or anything he requested a private fitting. The seamstress didn't seem to mind at all. He was a little nervous when the woman asked her to take up everything but his underwear but he did as asked. Her eyes widened at the sight of her chest.
"Dear, you really should be wearing a bra or that could get uncomfortable over time." the seamstress' voice took on a mothering tone but with a smidge of disapproval.
"I'm actually a boy madam. I had my magic unlocked by the goblins and for some reason my body change to this." his face flushed in embarrassment at his predicament but it eased when the woman patted him gently on the shoulder.
"It's extremely rare for ones magic to change their body, even unheard of in your case. But there is nothing we can do about it. I'm afraid that you will have to wear a bra under your clothes though. Your just at the edge of A cup and sinceyour body and magic will grow during puberty it will only get worse for you."
It didn't really bother him much with that news. The only thing he worried about was showering at school. the boys showers were wide open with nothing blocking them from seeing the person next to them. He;d have to get in there super early to avoid the others. He gave the woman the go ahead to start having him all fitted. Lucky for him they also sold a small choice of mundane clothing.
He got a few lightweight zip up hoodies to make his chest less noticeable. Buy the time he left he had a small wardrobe. The seamstress had been sneaking and fitted him for tight fitting underwear, not loss boxers like he expected. Now he had a pile of clothing in the corner of his second compartment.
Seeing as he would need a something to store all his new things into he headed into the magic furniture store. He wound up getting a few dressers, wardrobes, at least twenty bookcases, some giant unrippable pillows, a couple of chairsand a desk that fitted a small group. He didn't know if he'd bring anyone else in there in the near future but it was betterto be ready.
Thankfully the store offered to set up all the things he bought since it was so much. The book shelves were set up near the entrance, which was metal ladder, while the rest were in back. Fortunately they didn't comment on the pile of clothes in the corner. Once everything was all set he headed over to the apothecary. That was a quick stop though cause all the smells were soon making him nauseous. He the proceeded to get the rest of his basic things.
However when he got to the book store he pulled a bit of a Hermione. He grabbed an expanded basket before jumping into the shelves and stacks of books. He selected books on the basics of almost everything he could find in all subjects he was taking and the ones he wasn't. There were more than a good three dozen on magical crafting alone, from wands and foci to brooms and ritual knifes. Of course all of those required an understanding of runes and arithmacy, so he got a bunch of those as well.
The cashier drooled at the amount of money he spent but he ignored it. They even let him keep the wicker basket as a freebie. Everyone liked free stuff so he wouldn't turn it down.
Seeing that he had gotten much more than he was supposed to he headed to get some lunch at the cauldron. He was sipping a glass of chocolate milk when something accured to him. Ever since his mind had been cleared up he was much more attentive to what was going on around him and much more interested in other things besides just defensive magic. Nor had he thought of the redheaded family all that after he left Mrs. Weasley in the bank.
His body also felt less restricted, though he still felt weird. it was possible that it was due to finally having unrestricted access to his magic but he didn't think that totally it. He'd follow Furkoz's advice about spending time in his cheetaur form. It did make him curious about why that form was that of a girls while his human body was quite male, at least in the private area. He was definitely going to start reading those cheetaur books when he got back to the burrow.
the last store he visited was Ollivander's. He was looking for something to better protect his wand since keeping it in his pocket was just asking to get it snapped. The wand shop was still as dusty and creepy as it was when he entered it three years ago.
"Ah Mr. Potter. I see you've taken an interest in the wand holsters. I never understand why kids don't get one when they first get their wands; it would prevent so many of my children from getting snapped in pockets."
Harry's instinct didn't go nuts around the man like the first time. Before he wanted to avoid the mans gaze at all cost but now he felt impassive to the man. It was like they could tell that the man was just weighing him and his capability with a wand. Just as he was gonna reach for a pretty blue holster his arm was being clutched in the old man's wrinkly hands.
"Your magic has both grown and changed since you were last here. Before you pick a holster I would like to look at how well your wand is attuned to you. It's not dangerous you just have to hold the wand and channel some magic into it."
He gave the mean a wary stare but did as he asked. his magic us to feel like a small trickle of water running down his body but this time it was like a blazing inferno scorching across the land. controllable but willing to do what ever it takes to get the job done. the moment his magic reached his wand Ollivander snatched the wand right out of his fingers.
The old wand maker ran his hands over the wand and all around it. Like he was soothing something.
"I'm afraid that this wand will not accept you as its user anymore. Not because you lost its allegiance but because your magic would destroy its core the moment they intertwined." worry flashed across Harry's face at the mans words. "Dont worry this is not a dark or bad thing in the slightest. We will just have to craft you a new one."
Relief flowed though his body. He didn't want to be labeled dark for something out of his control. Probably should have expected this after the cleansing. The old man motioned for him to follow him so he did. They wound up in a big room in the back of the store. He could practically feel all the different types of magical essence radiating off everything in the room. Work tables where in every corner of the room with what looked like half-finished wands. there was even a changing screen to the far left.
"I can tell Mr. Potter that you have gone through some changes to your body. For this to work you will need to change into what ever you are hiding. Dont worry I can't tell anyone what I see due to my oath as a wand crafter. Feel free to use the screen, I wont peak." The old man had a silly grin at his last sentence and Harry huffed at the pervy old man.
Not seeing any choice in the matter he walked behind the screen. He didn't know what would happen to his clothes if he changed with them on so he stripped them off just in case. It was weird standing in a workshop without any clothes. So he summoned up some of his magic to pull his magic out of his necklace. Like the time before his body shimmered and elongated. strangely the prickly feeling all over his body disappeared when he did.
Taking a deep breath he walked out to present himself to the older man. that was something that confused him. Should he be addressed as a female in this form? According to Furkoz his body was completely female and worked just like one would. That brought another worry to his mind. He knew cats had heat cycles but would he have one as well or would he have a monthly thing like human girls in this form? So many questions unanswered or unknown. He'd really have to get to that book and soon.
Mr. Ollivander just stared at him for a long moments before he started clapping in joy. This man was most definitely an oddball. "Amazing! I though Cheetaurs went extinct centuries ago and yet here you are." He started roaming his eyes all over Harry's body. They widened a bit more when he saw his chest. "And yet it seems that your form is that of a girls. I wonder why?" Harry could only shrug in ignorance.
"I havent a clue, sir. The goblins gave me a book containing all the info they have on them for me to read but I just got it today and havent gotten a chance to look at it yet." The wand maker gave him a sagely nod before he started scampering about his workshop.
Harry watched in amusement as the old man shot back and forth between looking over his materials and measuring some random part of his body, even his tail. In the end Ollivander came back to him with a small stack of wand ingredients. there was Hazel and ash for the wood. He didn't know what the cores were but it looked like a mix between liquids and hairs
"These cores were giving to my family by an ancient shadow lion. The liquids are its blood and the hair is from its mane." how could the blood be green? it made little sense to Harry but then again most creatures rarely ever did. "Just channel your magic toward the items and your magic will form its desired foci. I can't promise a wand but that's what most come out as."
He did as the old man asked. It was a little hard to get his magic to leave his body but he managed. Strange this was that his magic was a dark grey color. Soon his magic enveloped the materials offered to him. He could see all of them mushing together into a single blob.
Slowly it shifted into a pair of wooden bracer. Each one was a mix of the Hazel and Ash wood but they seemed to flow into each other was even a latch on each one to snap them on to his wrists. As soon as he touched them they both flashed a dark green light. When it dimmed he found a pair of twin wand laying on the ground.
Frowning at the sudden shift from bracer to wand he channeled magic into the wand while picturing the bracer. There was another small flash and he had an open bracer in his hand. It made no sense to him but he wasn't going to complain.
"Amazing Ms. Potter. It seems like your magic gave you wands a second form. I reckon that the bracer are for your cheetaur form while the wand are for your human side. It will be very hard for someone to take these from you if you kept them in the bracer form unless you're using it."
Laying down on the floor for a moment Harry picked up the other wand and repeated the change. As soon as he had both bracer in his hands he clipped them onto his wrists. There was a light glow to them when the closed shut. He swung his arms around a bit to see how well they stayed in place but they didn't budge an inch.
He really liked his new magical foci. So in thanks he went over to one of the working tables and grabbed an empty veil and a small knife. With a quick poke to his finger he filled the veil to the top and caped it. Not having anything to stop the blood flow he stuck his finger in his mouth. In short order his mouth taste nothing but the copper taste of his own blood.
Mr. Ollivander finally seemed to come out of his thoughts and rushed over to him. When he saw his bleeding finger hetisked at him before healing it. Harry just handed him the veil of his blood.
"Here you go sir. Just please don't use it while I'm a live. I know blood is important in the magical world, especially when it's willingly given." the old man gave a nod but his face was still showing his wonder at the veil in his hands. "How much do I owe you for the wands?"
The mans voice had a slight dreamy sound to it, "Fourteen galleons, my dear." Harry didn't even bother stopping the old man from addressing him as a girl before handing over the money. He offered the old craftier a brief hug in thanks before heading back over to the curtain to change back.
Once he was all dressed he had to maneuver his sleeves just so that no one would notice the wooden bracers. He sent a small smile at the silver heard man before heading out of the shop. Being in the shop twice during his school years was one to many for his liking.
He must have been in there longer than he thought because there were fewer people in the alley and the sky was slightly darker than before. Hermione and the Weasley had to take the floo to get back to the Burrow so they were probably in the cauldron. He tapped the brick-way with his finger before slipping back inside the dark pub.
Unsurprisingly there was a splash of red hair covering a large table in the back corner. Walking over to them he sat in the only free seat beside Hermione. The Weasleys didn't seem to notice his entrance but Hermione did.
"Where have you been Harry? I didn't see at all while we were shopping." he could hear the innocent curiosity and worry in his best friends voice. It made him feel bad for not spending so much time with her during the shopping trip but he got caught up in what he was doing that he had honestly forgotten that they were even there until the end.
he sent her a little smile, "I've run around from shop to shop. My robes took longer then usual to measure for. Then I spend a lot of time in the book shop and I just got out of Ollivander's. He's a surprisingly delightful person to talk to." He felt a little bad for glossing over what he had really been doing at those shops but it passed shortly after. He needed to keep what happened to him a secret. Hopefully if Hermione ever found out she would understand why he did was he did.
Hermione then told him all about what they had done during the day. She had told him about how she left the Weasleys when they got stuck in the Quidditch shop. She then did what he did and went around buying all of her supplies for the coming year, except the trunk.
"So did you like the dressing robes you got?" that one three him off his center. Dressing robes? He didn't even know he had to get any.
"I didn't know I needed any. Besides aren't they like a really crappy dress? Id rather go mundane over what the magical offer." Hermione nodded along with him. She had probably thought the same thing. Even the girls had to wear the crummy things.
"Well the Weasley's are here for another couple of hours still. We could go somewhere and get them?" He quickly agreed with her. Stuffing his hand in the pouch he tried summoning some pounds. He grinned when he felt the crisp paper between his fingers. The pair told Mr. Weasley that they were going to make a quick trip to the muggle world. He easily gave them his okay as long as the got him a rubber duck while they were out. It would always baffle the pair that this man as the head of the muggle department at the ministry.
Ron had shouted out at them when they got up to leave but as soon as they said muggle world he lost interest. It irritated Harry so much that the boy would dismiss they natural world so easily but he swiftly squashed it incase he started growling at him. That was something he didn't need to do just yet.
The two teens easily slipped into formal dress store a few blocks away from the cauldron. Hermione immediately took off for the dresses while Harry was unsure of where to go. The dresses all looked spectacular with their colored and various designs but he had to get a suit. He jumped when someone cleared their throat to get his attention.
Looking to his right he saw a women in her late thirties with dark brown hair and bright grew eyes. She was wearing a shirt with the store name on it and a name tag so she must have worked there.
"Need help, dear. You look a little lost." Harry flushed red that he was so easy to read but he did nod to her. "What do you like the most?"
Harry thought about it for a moment while looking around the store before turning back to the woman. "I like the suits and the dresses. I've never worn either one before so I could use some help. My school is very conservative so I'll have to wear a suit so I don't get in trouble."
The woman had a bit of a gleam in her eyes when he finished that looked like irritation and maybe understanding. She motioned for him to follow her and they first ventured in to the men's suites. He then had to try a couple different ones on but they all felt so restrictive and boxy. When he told her this she nodded once before dragging him off to another section of suits. These seemed more fitted and had a bit more of a graceful appearance to them then the stiff looking suits he had been in before.
Again the woman sent him into the dressing room with a few different suits. Every time he put one on he had to come out to show the woman while he walked around to get a feel for how it moved. His favorite was the black suit with the light green button up shirt. According to the woman it matched his eyes. The next part was shoes. Seeing as he was so short she suggested he get some dress shoes with a bit of a heel so he should be taller than his date or just below them. It wasn't much but he wound up getting a pair of black medium heel pumps.
It was at this point that he realised what the woman was doing exactly. Most schools expect their male students to wear a suit. Well he would be just in the female style. now that was a loophole if he ever thought of one. He wasn't sure if he was comfortable with the fact that he was technically wearing women's clothes but he would freely admit that it was loads more comfortable than the male variety.
"So what do you think?" He looked up the woman who helped him and sent her a smile in thanks that she returned just a quick.
"I like it way better the those stuffy ones." She giggled at his honesty but he was okay with that.
After a quick change back into his normal clothes he picked up everything he wanted and went to go find his friend. Going over to the dress changing rooms he got there just in time for his friend to walk out in a light green dress. It only went over one shoulder but it also went down just passed her knees. If she could find a way to tame her hair she would look stunning in it. Even the flats that she was wearing made it look all the better.
He shook his head to try to clear the thoughts of Hermione's beauty out of his mind. He finally managed to push them back when she caught his eye. She had a light dusting across her cheeks. He must have stared and got caught.
"You look wonderful, Mione. You should get that one." She beamed at him before turning around to get changed again. When she exited she had the green one drapped over her arms and a smile still on her face. The pair walked up to the counter and put their things on it. Hermione had tried to turn him down when he offered to buy it for her but he was very stubborn about it. In the end he paid for both, Hermione was pouting at him, and the cashier was smirking at them.
The walk back to the cauldron was spent in relative silence. The were just getting to the door when Hermione stopped him with a hug. He blushed heavily when their breasts pressed up against each other. As soon as Hermione realised it she yelped and jumped away.
"What the heck was that!" he could see terror and disappointment well up in her eyes. He didn't want her to misunderstand what was going on. "I thought you were a boy?"
He really didn't want to talk about this before he could figure it out himself but she would pressure him no doubt until he told her. "I was until this morning. I still am in a sense because I still have my bits but things changed when I went to Gringotts. Could we not talk about this now? I promise I'll tell you when ive figured this out more myself. Just give me until school, please! AFter that you can ignore me if you want or even until then."
He didn't know what to think or do but it came to still when she hugged him again. It was still a little awkward but they ignored that. She gave him a hard look before she spoke, "I'll give you three days until I come looking for answers. Got it!"
He just hugged her tighter and nodded into her shoulder. Maybe he could keep a friend in all of this.
A/N: I will warn you all that Dom/Sun is a key point in the magority of this story but it is mainly based of of the animal instincts of the creature you will incounter in this story. They have nothing to do with with the situation of harry's gender identity in a sexual way. The damand of their instincts will be frequently brought up in this story so please try and role with it.
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