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Title: Harriet Summers in 10 Parts + Epilogue
Words: total 1100 words (100 each)
Rating: R for violence, sex changes, character death
Disclaimer: I don’t own J. K. Rowling or Joss Weadon’s characters and script. Some lines taken directly from “Prophecy Girl”, Season One of Buffy.
Spoilers: Books 1-5 of HP, Season 1 of Buffy
Summary: A second prophecy has appeared, and both sides prepare for the final battle. Voldemort’s radical methods may be exactly what Harry needs to win.
A/N: Written for elfflame for her birthday. It’s been great getting to know you, and I hope you have a happy day!
I
Remus Lupin read through the ancient text and looked up at Hermione.
“This tells us how to defeat Voldemort,” he exclaimed.
“Yes it does.”
“We should tell Harry right away.”
“I don’t plan to involve him,” Hermione said as she packed a bag of supplies.
“What do you mean?”
“Harry isn’t going to face Voldemort. I am.”
Neither noticed as Harry Potter quietly entered the room.
“No, Hermione, you’re not.”
“I’ve made up my mind,” the witch said defiantly.
“So have I.”
“Nothing you can say will change my mind.”
“I know,” Harry said as he cast a stunning spell.
II
Harry walked through the forbidden forest, the moonlight shining through the dense treetops. He listened to the sounds around him as he walked deeper. Suddenly the Gryffindor stopped, sensing a presence behind him.
Zacharias Smith was leaning against a tree, studying his classmate.
“Help me…”
“It’s all right. I know you’ll take me to him.”
Smith held out a stuffed badger, and they portkeyed directly to the Dark Lord’s lair.
“Welcome,” Voldemort greeted them.
“Thanks for having me,” Harry said as he looked around the cavern. “You really ought to talk to your contractor. I think you’ve got some water damage.”
III
“We’re done with the bantering portion of our evening. It’s time.”
Voldmemort unstoppered a small bottle and threw the contents on Harry.
“What the hell was that?” Harry asked confused, then, writhing, fell to the ground. The Dark Lord patiently looked on as the hero of the Wizarding World became Harriet.
“You still don’t understand your part in the prophecy. You’re the one that frees me.” He sank his fangs into her neck and shook with the power he was drawing. Releasing her body, Harriet fell face-down into a shallow pool of water.
“By the way, I like your dress.”
IV
Ron and Draco apparated near the location Remus gave them.
“I don’t like you.”
“I know.”
They eyed each other warily.
“I don’t know what he sees in you.”
“I don’t either.”
Ron gripped the talisman he was carrying, and wondered if he was only imaging Draco staring at his neck.
“He better be alive after this.”
“What if Harry’s no longer a he?”
“…”
“Hermione thought you might take it badly if you knew the Dark Lord was planning on turning him into a girl. Something about the weaker sex.”
“Obviously Voldemort’s never had a run-in with my mother.”
V
Ron and Draco stopped, sensing a sudden wave of magic.
“It’s too late,” Draco whispered as he wrapped his arms around himself.
Ron grabbed Draco’s hand and pulled him through the tunnels, only stopping when they reached a dark-haired woman in a silk green dress, lying face down.
“No,” Draco screamed and sped towards the body. He lifted her out of the water and began casting reviving spells, but to no effect. Ron paled as he realized that the girl was Harry.
“There’s a chance if she drowned that we can do CPR.”
“CP-what?”
“Just move out of the way.”
VI
Voldemort cackled as he watched the two Hogwarts students try to revive the dead hero. He was amused by the idea that they were trying to save the girl with a kiss. Like in those stupid muggle fairy tales.
“Breathe, dammit!” Ron screamed.
Finally, Harriet started to sit up, coughing up water from her lungs.
“Take it easy…”
“Oh, Merlin. What’s going on? Ron?”
Draco took Harriet’s arm and helped the girl up.
“Voldemort…”
“I know how to stop him.”
“You’re still weak,” Draco protested.
“No, I’m not. I feel strong. I feel…different.”
“That’s just because you’re missing your cock.”
VII
Voldemort apparated out of the caverns, furrowing his brow at the strange turn of events. The prophecy said that he would be victorious once Harry was no more. And she died. He’d drowned her. There was no magical way to bring her back. He didn’t understand what went wrong.
Harriet stood up and started walking away.
“Where are you going?” Ron asked.
“To Voldemort,” Harriet replied.
A Death Eater suddenly appeared in front of them, wand raised.
“Oh, look. A bad guy.”
She waved her fingers and the Death Eater was thrown against the wall. Ron and Draco just gaped.
VIII
Voldemort stood at the edge of a lake, unable to believe that Harriet somehow found him.
“You…are dead.”
“I may be dead, but I’m still pretty. Which is more than I can say for you.”
“You were destined to die! It was written!” Voldemort screamed.
“What can I say? I flunked the written.” Harriet replied.
Voldemort narrowed his eyes and raised his wand, casting a series of spells.
“Come here, my pretty,” Voldemort cooed, and against her will, Harriet moved towards him, struggling to break free.
“Did you really think you could best me, when you couldn’t before?” he sneered.
X
“Did you think a weak-willed girl could challenge me?”
“Do you miss your nose?”
“What?”
Harriet punched Voldemort in the face.
“Save the hypnosis crap for the tourists,” she replied and threw another punch, then kicked him in the chest.
“Fight like a wizard!” Voldemort cried as he cast a stunning spell.
“I’m not a wizard anymore,” she said as she punched him again. All of Harriet’s pent up anger was released with each blow; her losses and her heartache were all focused on him. With lightening speed, she snapped Voldemort’s neck and stood back as he turned to dust.
Epilogue
“I still don’t understand,” Ron whined as he picked at his lemon drops back in the castle.
“There was a second prophecy. Voldemort found it too, but misunderstood. By turning Harry into a girl, he ensured his own death,” Hermione tried to explain.
The group was settled in the Headmaster’s office, coming to terms with it all finally ending.
“Draco, can you still love me this way?” Harriet asked as they cuddled together in a large cushy chair.
“Well, it’ll definitely solve my mother’s issues of wanting me to produce an heir.”
Neither heard Ron falling with a resounding thud.
Words: total 1100 words (100 each)
Rating: R for violence, sex changes, character death
Disclaimer: I don’t own J. K. Rowling or Joss Weadon’s characters and script. Some lines taken directly from “Prophecy Girl”, Season One of Buffy.
Spoilers: Books 1-5 of HP, Season 1 of Buffy
Summary: A second prophecy has appeared, and both sides prepare for the final battle. Voldemort’s radical methods may be exactly what Harry needs to win.
A/N: Written for elfflame for her birthday. It’s been great getting to know you, and I hope you have a happy day!
I
Remus Lupin read through the ancient text and looked up at Hermione.
“This tells us how to defeat Voldemort,” he exclaimed.
“Yes it does.”
“We should tell Harry right away.”
“I don’t plan to involve him,” Hermione said as she packed a bag of supplies.
“What do you mean?”
“Harry isn’t going to face Voldemort. I am.”
Neither noticed as Harry Potter quietly entered the room.
“No, Hermione, you’re not.”
“I’ve made up my mind,” the witch said defiantly.
“So have I.”
“Nothing you can say will change my mind.”
“I know,” Harry said as he cast a stunning spell.
II
Harry walked through the forbidden forest, the moonlight shining through the dense treetops. He listened to the sounds around him as he walked deeper. Suddenly the Gryffindor stopped, sensing a presence behind him.
Zacharias Smith was leaning against a tree, studying his classmate.
“Help me…”
“It’s all right. I know you’ll take me to him.”
Smith held out a stuffed badger, and they portkeyed directly to the Dark Lord’s lair.
“Welcome,” Voldemort greeted them.
“Thanks for having me,” Harry said as he looked around the cavern. “You really ought to talk to your contractor. I think you’ve got some water damage.”
III
“We’re done with the bantering portion of our evening. It’s time.”
Voldmemort unstoppered a small bottle and threw the contents on Harry.
“What the hell was that?” Harry asked confused, then, writhing, fell to the ground. The Dark Lord patiently looked on as the hero of the Wizarding World became Harriet.
“You still don’t understand your part in the prophecy. You’re the one that frees me.” He sank his fangs into her neck and shook with the power he was drawing. Releasing her body, Harriet fell face-down into a shallow pool of water.
“By the way, I like your dress.”
IV
Ron and Draco apparated near the location Remus gave them.
“I don’t like you.”
“I know.”
They eyed each other warily.
“I don’t know what he sees in you.”
“I don’t either.”
Ron gripped the talisman he was carrying, and wondered if he was only imaging Draco staring at his neck.
“He better be alive after this.”
“What if Harry’s no longer a he?”
“…”
“Hermione thought you might take it badly if you knew the Dark Lord was planning on turning him into a girl. Something about the weaker sex.”
“Obviously Voldemort’s never had a run-in with my mother.”
V
Ron and Draco stopped, sensing a sudden wave of magic.
“It’s too late,” Draco whispered as he wrapped his arms around himself.
Ron grabbed Draco’s hand and pulled him through the tunnels, only stopping when they reached a dark-haired woman in a silk green dress, lying face down.
“No,” Draco screamed and sped towards the body. He lifted her out of the water and began casting reviving spells, but to no effect. Ron paled as he realized that the girl was Harry.
“There’s a chance if she drowned that we can do CPR.”
“CP-what?”
“Just move out of the way.”
VI
Voldemort cackled as he watched the two Hogwarts students try to revive the dead hero. He was amused by the idea that they were trying to save the girl with a kiss. Like in those stupid muggle fairy tales.
“Breathe, dammit!” Ron screamed.
Finally, Harriet started to sit up, coughing up water from her lungs.
“Take it easy…”
“Oh, Merlin. What’s going on? Ron?”
Draco took Harriet’s arm and helped the girl up.
“Voldemort…”
“I know how to stop him.”
“You’re still weak,” Draco protested.
“No, I’m not. I feel strong. I feel…different.”
“That’s just because you’re missing your cock.”
VII
Voldemort apparated out of the caverns, furrowing his brow at the strange turn of events. The prophecy said that he would be victorious once Harry was no more. And she died. He’d drowned her. There was no magical way to bring her back. He didn’t understand what went wrong.
Harriet stood up and started walking away.
“Where are you going?” Ron asked.
“To Voldemort,” Harriet replied.
A Death Eater suddenly appeared in front of them, wand raised.
“Oh, look. A bad guy.”
She waved her fingers and the Death Eater was thrown against the wall. Ron and Draco just gaped.
VIII
Voldemort stood at the edge of a lake, unable to believe that Harriet somehow found him.
“You…are dead.”
“I may be dead, but I’m still pretty. Which is more than I can say for you.”
“You were destined to die! It was written!” Voldemort screamed.
“What can I say? I flunked the written.” Harriet replied.
Voldemort narrowed his eyes and raised his wand, casting a series of spells.
“Come here, my pretty,” Voldemort cooed, and against her will, Harriet moved towards him, struggling to break free.
“Did you really think you could best me, when you couldn’t before?” he sneered.
X
“Did you think a weak-willed girl could challenge me?”
“Do you miss your nose?”
“What?”
Harriet punched Voldemort in the face.
“Save the hypnosis crap for the tourists,” she replied and threw another punch, then kicked him in the chest.
“Fight like a wizard!” Voldemort cried as he cast a stunning spell.
“I’m not a wizard anymore,” she said as she punched him again. All of Harriet’s pent up anger was released with each blow; her losses and her heartache were all focused on him. With lightening speed, she snapped Voldemort’s neck and stood back as he turned to dust.
Epilogue
“I still don’t understand,” Ron whined as he picked at his lemon drops back in the castle.
“There was a second prophecy. Voldemort found it too, but misunderstood. By turning Harry into a girl, he ensured his own death,” Hermione tried to explain.
The group was settled in the Headmaster’s office, coming to terms with it all finally ending.
“Draco, can you still love me this way?” Harriet asked as they cuddled together in a large cushy chair.
“Well, it’ll definitely solve my mother’s issues of wanting me to produce an heir.”
Neither heard Ron falling with a resounding thud.