3672: Perfection - Harry Potter
- Don't forget about the Sorting Hat.
TITLE: Perfection
PERPETRATOR: Sakura-Japan
SUE-O-METER: Toxic
COVER/BANNER ART: Their avatar is a chibi Umbreon.
SUMMARY:”On his sixteenth birthday, Harry goes through some.. alarming changes. How will he, and all of his friends, react? And what's up with Malfoy? Genderbender fic. Fem!Harry”
FULL NAME: Harry Potter
SPECIES: The character is a gender bent Harry.
HAIR: See markings...
EYES: See markings...
MARKINGS: “Well, looking on the bright side, at least he was pretty. With raven hair, almond shaped emerald eyes, framed with thick, dark, eyelashes. His (or was he a her now?) complexion was flawless, and he had pink, pouty lips. With his (or rather, Dudley's) clothes, she looked swamped in a giant, ratty blanket, but if he pulled them tight, he saw an hourglass figure, with a flat, fit stomach, medium sized hips, and smooth, slim shoulders. To be honest, he looked good.” Also, don't forget the boobs.
POSSESSIONS: “After reading through a good portion of the humongous ledger, she had learned more about her family history, heritage, and inheritances in the last day than she had all of her life! She already knew that she was the last heir of the Potter family, but as it turned out, she was The Founders' Heir, descended from not just one, but all of the founders. She was also the last living descendant of the Ancient and Most Noble Peverell Family, which was an ancient family whose bloodline had been lost for centuries. Reading over the families' balances, she was shocked to the core. As each family was rich beyond belief, she had no doubt that she was now the wealthiest witch in the entire United Kingdom, if not the world, and that only included her liquid finances, not to mention the amount in investments and companies, and the number of manors she had at her disposal.”
CONNECTION TO CANON: Harry turns into a girl, drools over his new figure, and gets kicked out of the house in the first chapter. (I really wished there was more of a negative reaction, but also wish Harry didn't get kicked out as I'm not sure that's in character, particularly with Dumbledore's letter to Petunia.) She gets excited about having freedom, and goes to Diagon Alley only to flirt with Draco, who decides “this new Potter was going to be his.” We then find out in chapter three that “Gender: Uknown. Veela Inheritance Fulfilled.” Chapter four is of course the reading of the will, but the twist is this is the reading of the ledger. On one side this is something the bank would be in charge of, but on the other side the information is less likely to be contained in a ledger in comparison to a will. The forth chapter ends with an explosion. She then runs away, and there is a claim that Dumbledore does what Dumbledore typically does in this type of fic.
ORIGIN: “While this may be a rather overused plot, I've recently been reading a lot of stories where Harry “
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Harry changes into a girl on his sixteenth birthday. The characters also don't act in a logical manner. “As each family was rich beyond belief, she had no doubt that she was now the wealthiest withc in the entire United Kingdom, if not the world, and that only included her liqueid finances...”
NOTES: Please stop with the creature inheritance fics already. The concept is fanon, and bad fanon at that.
SAMPLE:
Harry hated summers. They were just so boring, after all, he was the sole wizard in the house where magic was despised. He was all alone. Even Ron and Hermione haven't tried to owl him all summer, and now it was his birthday, two whole months into the summer. Once again, just like every year, he counted down the second until midnight.
'Five. Four. Three. Two. One.'
"Happy 16th Birthd- AAGH!" Harry screamed in agony as he felt as if he were being torn apart from the inside. Harry yelled out again, shrieking himself hoarse for hours. The next morning, his aunt came to his door, banging.
"Up, boy. Today your uncle has a big business conference and he needs to have his healthy breakfast. You will then do your chores, there is a list out on the back door to the garden." Harry, too tired to argue, merely croaked out,
"Yes, Aunt Petunia." He was surprised that his voice came out higher than usual, but brushed it off as tiredness from the night of pain he went through. Not quite the fifteenth birthday he was hoping for. Getting up off the floor, (he had rolled off his bed in his thrashing in agony) he stretched, then noticed something odd. Looking down at himself, he gave a startled gasp. He had boobs. And moderately sized ones too. Feeling his hair fall in his face, he nearly screamed. Instead of it's usual gravity defying short style, it was long, glossy, and perfectly straight. Freezing for a split second, his mind started to work again, and, rushing to the bathroom, he could barely hold back a scream. He was a bloody girl! Well, looking on the bright side, at least he was pretty. With raven hair, almond shaped emerald eyes, framed with thick, dark, eyelashes. His (or was he a her now?) complexion was flawless, and he had pink, pouty lips. With his (or rather, Dudley's) clothes, she looked swamped in a giant, ratty blanket, but if he pulled them tight, he saw an hourglass figure, with a flat, fit stomach, medium sized hips, and smooth, slim shoulders. To be honest, he looked good. Walking away from the bathroom, he noticed the new sway to his hips. This was going to take some time getting used to, he knew it.
Getting ready was not something he wanted to do, it would feel rather perverted, but he supposed that it was inevitable, so, sneaking quickly to his (or rather her) bedroom, she changed, trying to look at herself the least possible amount, blushing whenever it was unavoidable to do so. Breathing out slowly, she braced herself for the horror of the morning to come, and made her way out of her bedroom in the least baggy shirt she owned, and tied up the end of it in a spare rubber band, tucking it in to accentuate her frame. After all, if he (he really should get used to thinking "she") had to look like this, might as well make the best of it. Walking to the kitchen, she set to work cooking as if there were nothing wrong, she was still the same, gender-wise, that is.
TITLE: Perfection
PERPETRATOR: Sakura-Japan
SUE-O-METER: Toxic
COVER/BANNER ART: Their avatar is a chibi Umbreon.
SUMMARY:”On his sixteenth birthday, Harry goes through some.. alarming changes. How will he, and all of his friends, react? And what's up with Malfoy? Genderbender fic. Fem!Harry”
FULL NAME: Harry Potter
SPECIES: The character is a gender bent Harry.
HAIR: See markings...
EYES: See markings...
MARKINGS: “Well, looking on the bright side, at least he was pretty. With raven hair, almond shaped emerald eyes, framed with thick, dark, eyelashes. His (or was he a her now?) complexion was flawless, and he had pink, pouty lips. With his (or rather, Dudley's) clothes, she looked swamped in a giant, ratty blanket, but if he pulled them tight, he saw an hourglass figure, with a flat, fit stomach, medium sized hips, and smooth, slim shoulders. To be honest, he looked good.” Also, don't forget the boobs.
POSSESSIONS: “After reading through a good portion of the humongous ledger, she had learned more about her family history, heritage, and inheritances in the last day than she had all of her life! She already knew that she was the last heir of the Potter family, but as it turned out, she was The Founders' Heir, descended from not just one, but all of the founders. She was also the last living descendant of the Ancient and Most Noble Peverell Family, which was an ancient family whose bloodline had been lost for centuries. Reading over the families' balances, she was shocked to the core. As each family was rich beyond belief, she had no doubt that she was now the wealthiest witch in the entire United Kingdom, if not the world, and that only included her liquid finances, not to mention the amount in investments and companies, and the number of manors she had at her disposal.”
CONNECTION TO CANON: Harry turns into a girl, drools over his new figure, and gets kicked out of the house in the first chapter. (I really wished there was more of a negative reaction, but also wish Harry didn't get kicked out as I'm not sure that's in character, particularly with Dumbledore's letter to Petunia.) She gets excited about having freedom, and goes to Diagon Alley only to flirt with Draco, who decides “this new Potter was going to be his.” We then find out in chapter three that “Gender: Uknown. Veela Inheritance Fulfilled.” Chapter four is of course the reading of the will, but the twist is this is the reading of the ledger. On one side this is something the bank would be in charge of, but on the other side the information is less likely to be contained in a ledger in comparison to a will. The forth chapter ends with an explosion. She then runs away, and there is a claim that Dumbledore does what Dumbledore typically does in this type of fic.
ORIGIN: “While this may be a rather overused plot, I've recently been reading a lot of stories where Harry “
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Harry changes into a girl on his sixteenth birthday. The characters also don't act in a logical manner. “As each family was rich beyond belief, she had no doubt that she was now the wealthiest withc in the entire United Kingdom, if not the world, and that only included her liqueid finances...”
NOTES: Please stop with the creature inheritance fics already. The concept is fanon, and bad fanon at that.
SAMPLE:
Harry hated summers. They were just so boring, after all, he was the sole wizard in the house where magic was despised. He was all alone. Even Ron and Hermione haven't tried to owl him all summer, and now it was his birthday, two whole months into the summer. Once again, just like every year, he counted down the second until midnight.
'Five. Four. Three. Two. One.'
"Happy 16th Birthd- AAGH!" Harry screamed in agony as he felt as if he were being torn apart from the inside. Harry yelled out again, shrieking himself hoarse for hours. The next morning, his aunt came to his door, banging.
"Up, boy. Today your uncle has a big business conference and he needs to have his healthy breakfast. You will then do your chores, there is a list out on the back door to the garden." Harry, too tired to argue, merely croaked out,
"Yes, Aunt Petunia." He was surprised that his voice came out higher than usual, but brushed it off as tiredness from the night of pain he went through. Not quite the fifteenth birthday he was hoping for. Getting up off the floor, (he had rolled off his bed in his thrashing in agony) he stretched, then noticed something odd. Looking down at himself, he gave a startled gasp. He had boobs. And moderately sized ones too. Feeling his hair fall in his face, he nearly screamed. Instead of it's usual gravity defying short style, it was long, glossy, and perfectly straight. Freezing for a split second, his mind started to work again, and, rushing to the bathroom, he could barely hold back a scream. He was a bloody girl! Well, looking on the bright side, at least he was pretty. With raven hair, almond shaped emerald eyes, framed with thick, dark, eyelashes. His (or was he a her now?) complexion was flawless, and he had pink, pouty lips. With his (or rather, Dudley's) clothes, she looked swamped in a giant, ratty blanket, but if he pulled them tight, he saw an hourglass figure, with a flat, fit stomach, medium sized hips, and smooth, slim shoulders. To be honest, he looked good. Walking away from the bathroom, he noticed the new sway to his hips. This was going to take some time getting used to, he knew it.
Getting ready was not something he wanted to do, it would feel rather perverted, but he supposed that it was inevitable, so, sneaking quickly to his (or rather her) bedroom, she changed, trying to look at herself the least possible amount, blushing whenever it was unavoidable to do so. Breathing out slowly, she braced herself for the horror of the morning to come, and made her way out of her bedroom in the least baggy shirt she owned, and tied up the end of it in a spare rubber band, tucking it in to accentuate her frame. After all, if he (he really should get used to thinking "she") had to look like this, might as well make the best of it. Walking to the kitchen, she set to work cooking as if there were nothing wrong, she was still the same, gender-wise, that is.