Harry Potter

Horripilation

Chapter One: Pedophiles And Sex Changes

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Harry was acutely uncomfortable at the fact that he was completely and utterly naked. Not given the circumstances, this was a very odd thing to be feeling whilst taking a morning shower. But given the circumstances, it was understandable, because his uncle Vernon Dursley was standing in the shower door, staring at him in complete and utter shock. Harry was frozen where he was, his heart throwing itself against his ribcage like a frenzied animal. His mouth was open in surprise, but no sound came out.

Mr. Dursley did not speak either. His eyes slowly traveled down to Harry's chest, then lower still, and back up again to look Harry straight in the eye. Comprehension began to dawn on his red face, and then a slow, twisted, smile curled his lips. The horrible look—that warped, malicious, hungry look—in the man's eyes told Harry his life as he knew it was over.

"Oh, am I going to enjoy this…" he hissed, stepping into the shower and closing the door behind him, his hand fumbling with the fly of his pants.

-Oo-

It was about eight thirty in the evening when Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin, and Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody apparated on the threshold of Number Four, Privet Drive. They were there for several reasons, the first being that Harry had not sent any word that he was doing well, and not suffering at the hands of his questionable guardians, for three days. In fact, he had not been in contact with anyone, so naturally the members of the Order, and particularly Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, were getting worried.

The second reason was equally serious, if not more so. Exactly fifteen minutes and forty-two seconds ago, a massive magical outburst had occurred at Number Four. Dumbledore had immediately requested that Moody, and Tonks investigate, as they were the only two aurors present at such short notice, and that Lupin accompany them. If it had somehow been a Death Eater, then a couple of aurors would come in handy. And if, as was likely, Harry had just been pushed too far, again, then an old and familiar friend such as Lupin would help to calm him down.

"I'll bet his aunt's here," Tonks said, walking up to ring the doorbell. "I heard he blew her up once. Something like that probably happened again, Harry has been a bit touchy lately. And he probably just forgot to send a letter."

"He's been writing for the last few weeks, I don't see why he would stop now." Lupin pointed out, glancing up at Harry's darkened window.

"Maybe he's just been really stressed lately," Tonks said.

"So you're saying we should just forget about him, even though he may be in mortal danger in there, and go about our merry way?" Moody growled.

"No! I didn't mean it like that!" Tonks cried.

"Don't be so hard on her, Mad-Eye," Lupin said soothingly. "She's just reassuring herself he's okay, right Tonks?"

"Yeah," said Tonks. Moody snorted, and Tonks made a face at him when she was sure both his eyes weren't looking. Lupin suppressed a grin and rang the doorbell again.

"What's taking them so long to answer the bloody door?" Tonks said in exasperation after a minute of waiting. "Are they even home?"

"Their car isn't here," Moody observed.

"But the light's on…" Lupin said. The trio exchanged looks, then Moody pulled out his wand, pointed it at the keyhole, and with a muttered "Alohamora", turned the knob and made his way into the dim interior.

"Harry!" Tonks called out. "Hey, Harry! Where are you?"

"He's not in the kitchen," Lupin said, sticking his head through the kitchen door.

"He's in his room," Moody said, his magical eye pointed at the ceiling. "I think he's asleep."

"Hey, Harry, wake up!" Tonks called, taking the stairs two at a time, while the two men followed her at a more dignified pace. Then there was a loud thump, and the sound of Tonks' muffled cursing.

"What 'appened?" Moody asked, his voice a sharp bark, and his hand tightening on his wand.

"Oh, nothing, just when I tried to open the bloody door, it was bloody locked so I smacked my bloody nose…" Tonks growled as the men reached the landing.

"Wait, isn't this Harry's room?" Tonks said, stepping back a pace, still holding her nose. "Why on earth would he lock his door…? Alohamora!"

With that and a slow creak, the door swung open and the trio stepped into the dark interior.

"Oh, I can't see a thing," Tonks muttered. "Lumos!"

The light radiating from her wand threw warped, black shadows on the walls, and illuminated the figure lying in the middle of Harry's bed. He was on his back, vacant eyes staring up at the ceiling. Slowly, those bottomless, black deadened eyes rolled to gaze at the three standing in the door through wet, matted bangs.

"Harry?" Tonks said.

Harry pushed himself into a sitting position, and slid first one leg, then the other off his bed and staggered upright. His baggy, dirty black shirt was disheveled and torn, and his overlarge pants (the cuffs were rolled up to his shins) were in no better shape. They just exaggerated the fact that he looked horribly thin. Harry's chest was heaving as he panted for breath, his hand gripping the edge of his desk to steady himself.

"Harry…" Lupin whispered sorrowfully at the sight before him. It's never been this bad… he thought. The Dursleys are going to pay for this.

"Let me out." Harry said hoarsely, an edge of desperation and hysteria to his voice. "Let me out of here."

It was then that his knees gave out and he collapsed to the floor.

"Harry!" Lupin yelled, running over to the boy and slipping an arm around his shoulder, pulling him upright. "Harry!"

"We have to get him to St. Mungo's!" Tonks cried, kneeling next to Harry. "Goddammit, how the hell could those stupid muggles let this happen! After we warned them! Ohhh, when I get my hands on them…" Tonks' tirade died in her throat at the look of bewildered shock on Lupin's face.

"What's the matter?" she asked. Lupin glanced at her, looked back at Harry, then took her hand and placed it on the boy's chest, much to Tonks's surprise.

"Uhhh…" she said, her face flushing scarlet. "Lupin, what…?" Then she stopped, feeling the soft swell beneath her palm. She squeezed. Thought for a moment. Then asked with the utmost of calmness, "Since when has Harry been a girl?"

-Oo-

Rubeus Hagrid, the Weasley family, and Hermione Granger all sat in dumb-founded shock as Tonks, Lupin, and Moody finished with their report on Harry.

"You're joking," said Fred Weasley finally, looking like Christmas had come early.

"He has… breasts?" George Weasley said eagerly.

"George!" Mrs. Weasley barked in outrage.

"What?" George cried.

"I didn't know Harry was such a pervert…" Fred snickered.

"What do you mean?" Ron gasped, still thunderstruck.

"Well, it's obvious isn't it? He drank some sort of potion or other to get… uh… extra appendages so he could feel himself up!"

"Fred!" Mrs. Weasley cried, appalled.

"Where is he?" asked a voice. Everyone looked up to see Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall standing in the doorway. The moment they set eyes on the headmaster, the color drained slowly from their faces in worry. There was something about Dumbledore's eyes that scared them, something awful.

"Where is Harry?" Dumbledore repeated, stepping into the room, his gaze burning.

"He… he's upstairs, in bed… asleep…" Mrs. Weasley said falteringly.

"Wake him. Now."

"Headmaster, we… we've tried to," Hermione piped in nervously, her eyes wide and frightened. "Harry won't wake up."

"He must wake up," Dumbledore insisted, his voice urgent. "This is important. Harry's uncle is dead."

There was dead silence for several seconds as they all absorbed this statement. And then…

"What! But how!"

"It was that magical burst the Ministry detected, wasn't it!"

"Was his house attacked!"

"It could'n a been You-Know-Who!"

"Oh, come on, who else could it have been?"

"It was not Voldemort," Dumbledore said, and everyone fell silent.

"But… if it wasn't You-Know-Who…" Mr. Weasley said uncertainly. "Then who…"

Suddenly he stopped, his eyes widening as the realization hit him, and he wordlessly shook his head.

"No…" he said hoarsely. "No, no, no…"

"What?" Ron cried, frightened. "Dad, what is it?"

"H-Headmaster, you don't mean…" Hermione whimpered quietly, her eyes filling with tears. "Oh God, you can't mean… he wouldn't…"

"Who wouldn't!" Ron demanded. No one answered him.

Dumbledore closed his eyes, sinking into a chair.

"The… body. It was found in the bathroom… in pieces," he said quietly. Hermione let out a horrified gasp, and brought her hands to her mouth, her eyes clenched shut as she choked back tears. The blood had drained from the Weasley twins' faces. Mrs. Weasley had brought a hand to her face, and trembled. Hagrid sat very still in his chair, staring in shock at Dumbledore. Ginny jumped up from her seat and ran to her mother.

"Am I the only one who doesn't know what the hell is going on!" Ron yelled, leaping to his feet and staring wildly around the room.

"Mr. Weasley, please," McGonagall said sternly, though her face was very white.

"No, he has a right to be upset," Dumbledore said quietly.

"Ron, don't you see?" Hermione cried, her voice shaking uncontrollably, tears spilling from her eyes unchecked. "The only person that could have killed Mr. Dursley was HARRY!"

To be continued…

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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. And it's a very good thing.

Well, that's the first chapter done. If you aren't comfortable with where this is going, (and believe me, it will go there) then I suggest you leave at once because it only gets worse from here, and I happen to be in a very sick mood.

Also, to those of you who are familiar with my other story, Tohru's Demons, well hello there! Didn't see this one coming, did you? Anyway, I want to tell you about the original story of Ren and Artemis, posted on www . fictionpress . com (just remove the spaces. Stupid FFN.) I would love to get feedback from you!

To those of you who don't know about Tohru's Demons, if you're familiar with the anime/manga Fruits Basket by Natsuki Takaya then I suggest you read my fanfic on it. I'm told it's awesome.

And yes, I removed this for like five minutes to fix up some minor technical difficulties. Sorry.

Have a nice day!

-Raha-