Disclaimer: I own none of the characters. I’m not JK Rowling. She has better grammar than me…

Note: This is a story I began before the 5th book….so don’t expect things to be exactly parallel to the books.

It was a beautiful morning at 4 Privet Drive. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, the flowers were all in bloom. And Harry, despite the fact that he should’ve been thrilled about returning to Hogwarts for a 6th year, was sleeping.

There was a knock on the bedroom door.

“Wake up, sleepy head. You have to get ready to go back to school!” yelled Aunt Petunia.

Harry slowly opened his eyes.

“I’m up. I’m up!” he called, tiredly.

Harry paused. His voiced didn’t sound right, at all. Maybe he was just tired. Another fact occurred to him. Since when did his aunt, or any of the Dursleys ever mention his school?

“Good,” said his aunt, walking down the stairs.

Harry sat up and gasped as he looked around his room. Despite the few Gryffindor things hanging about, everything was pink!

Harry climbed out of his bed, nervously. He rubbed his eyes.

Maybe this was just a joke. Yeah, someone had put a spell on his room. Sooner or later it would change back. But who? And how?

Harry walked around his room slowly, expecting his room to change back. After a few minutes, he decided the pinkness of his room was permanent.

He saw Hedwig, sleeping in her cage that was sitting on a desk in the corner of the room. She looked content.

Harry decided to start packing for his train ride to Hogwarts. He got down on his knees and looked under his bed, for his Quidditch stuff. Instead he saw boxes labeled:

HARRIET’S BABY CLOTHES

HARRIET’S OLD TOYS

HARRIET’S BOOKS

HARRIET’S PICTURES

Harry was confused. Who the heck was -?

“Harriet!” called his aunt’s voice again.

This time she’d come into the room and was looking at Harry strangely.

“What are you doing down there?” she asked.

“I…I,” Harry stood up quickly. “I was looking for my shoes.”

“They’re in the closet. You know that,” said Petunia smiled, shaking her head. “Now, get ready and dressed to come down stairs for breakfast.”

Harry nodded. As soon as his aunt left, he opened his closet. Harry’s jaw dropped. These weren’t his clothes. His closet was full of skirts, dresses and well, other girly accessories.

Harry rushed out of the room, to the bathroom down the hall. He ran to the mirror. When he saw his reflection he nearly screamed. Staring back at him was a girl, with shoulder length black hair, bright green eyes, and a lighting shaped scar on her forehead.

Harry stumbled away from mirror. What was going on? Why was he a girl? Why didn’t anyone notice? He decided to take a shower. Perhaps he hoped the water would wash it all away. But when he emerged, dripping wet a few minutes later, he was still very much female.

“Harriet!” yelled Uncle Vernon from downstairs. “We haven’t all day!”

Harry sighed and went back to his room, wrapped in a towel. He looked through all of Harriet’s…or actually his clothes. In the end, he found a pink tank top and a pair of jeans to wear, then he rushed downstairs for breakfast.

As Harry arrived in the dining area, a surprise guest sat at the table, waving ecstatically at him.