A Harry Potter slightly crossed insanity fan fiction

Started 24 January 2005
Completed - pending

Last revised 14 October 2007
Reason – correct minor typos

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all associated characters are the property Ms. Rowling’s and are used without permission. This fan-fiction isn’t intended for commercial use but is rather a tribute to the Harry Potter universe. This fan fiction imports the active and concluding elements (but not the characters or storylines) of the (Japanese Anime) Ranma ½ and Tenchi crossover fan fiction ‘The Virus’ by Chris Jones (www (dot) Furinkan (dot) net (slash) fanfic (slash) ) or FF-net story ID 93246.

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Wandless Magic By Cloud Dreamer

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Chapter Six - Assuming Your Place

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Remus walked over to where Harry was being held by the two girls. “Cub, are you alright?”

Harry smiled weakly and replied haltingly, “Yeah, Moony, finally I’m alright. I met my ancestors and we talked for what seemed years during the heritage acceptance ritual. I learned the family history, our bloodline gifts and secrets; I finally connected to who I am.”

He laughed a bit hysterically and asked, “Did you know that I actually had a piece of Moldishort’s soul stuck to my magical core through that scar?”

“WHAT?” was the collective response from those near him. Dumbledore had followed Harry after the trio had stopped to talk with Remus and the parents of the two girls.

“Another horcrux?” wondered the Headmaster to himself. Unfortunately Harry had heard.

“Another . . .?” stammered Harry. “Headmaster, what is a horcrux and what do you mean another? Is there more that you have hidden from me?”

Albus sighed; he picked up a scrap of paper off the ground, muttered ‘portus’ and offered it to the other eight. “This should not be discussed in the open. This will take us to Headquarters if Remus will still permit us to go there. I will tell you what I have learned. The information is very sparse but more important than I realized it seems.”

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Neville sighed as he finally regained his birth form. He chuckled at the glare his grand ‘father’ Augusta lanced in his direction. Neville grinned as the glare had lost almost all of its former intimidation factor. “Gramps,” he snickered as the glare futilely increased in intensity, “I’m going to go see mom and dad.”

As he entered St. Mungo’s, Neville was struck by the undercurrent of cheerful optimism that seemed to pervade the hospital. From his frequent visits, he had made casual friends of some of the staff and he leaned over the receptionist desk and softly asked, “Hey Amy, good to see you. What’s up, this place seems different, almost happy which is really strange.”

Amy grinned up at him, “Hello Neville, yes it is really odd, but that strange magical gender virus is having some really odd affects besides the obvious gender change. A lot of spell damage that we were unable to treat before is being cured by the virus. It’s so exciting!” she gushed.

Neville just stared at her for a moment before he took off running down the halls and up the stairs until he reached the long term care unit. He stopped at the door and stared as he suddenly realized that it was almost empty.

A familiar man with golden curls in his carefully permed hair was cowering away from a small crowd. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he protested as he held his hands defensively before his face as if frightened that someone would scar his perfect countenance. “I’ll make it up to you. I’m sorry I erased your memories and stole your stories. I’ll make it up, just don’t hurt me.”

Neville snickered and walked slowly into the room. He paused as he saw a pair of familiar eyes watching him; watching him with fondness and an intelligence not seen since he was one year old. “Mom, dad?” he softly whispered before flinging himself into their arms not caring that the genders were wrong. The three dissolved into tears together.

A bit later he asked, “When can you come home?”

His mother grinned and responded, “The staff wants us to stay for about a week for two reasons. The first is to monitor us when we regain our birth forms to make sure there are no complications remaining from the torture that put us here. The second reason is to heal our bodies as we are rather weak from being in these beds for so long.”

Neville glanced about the room again, obviously trying to figure out why Lockheart had remained long past all the others. His parents, he realized, were an exception because of the severity their injuries and the length of their stay, but neither reason applied to the fake.

Interpreting his son’s expression accurately, Neville’s mother said, “As near as we can figure, Lockheart was terrified to be seen in female form,” he paused and added, “I do admit that I can understand that as the form is rather plain, not quite ugly though. As a result he stayed here until he could change again but that gave all these others a chance to locate him. The results you see before you.”

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“Damn this body,” muttered Tom Riddle as she laid there. Exhausted from the orgy she had just participated in with Pettigrew and Bellatrix’s male forms. The forced female focus was finally waning but it occasionally returned and usually with a vengeance as it had now.

A glimmer of light on the wall caught her eye and she furrowed her brow in confusion as to its possible source before rising to investigate. She studied the Slytherin family tapestry she had recovered from the nearly empty family vault and finally noticed what had changed.

Two new names had been added on the bottom; the first was connected to Tom Marvelo Riddle by a dotted silver line and it read, Peter (no-name, father). Below that line and connected to both Tom and Peter was the entry, ‘Son, unnamed’.

Peter woke to pain. “How dare you get your master pregnant!” screamed Voldemort as she tortured the Potter traitor.

Tom finally released the spell and snarled at Bellatrix, “I assume you are familiar with the spells that are used to terminate unwanted pregnancies safely?”

Bella nodded but did not reach for his wand.

“Perhaps I did not make my intentions clear? I expect you to end this farce immediately!” hissed their Lord.

“Is it your desire to be female forever, my Lord?” hesitantly responded Bellatrix.

Voldemort froze at the question.

Bella continued. “It has been found that terminating a magical pregnancy can cause that person to be locked in female form for the rest of their life about half the time. The odds favor the locking event if the female form is the cursed form as well. This is part of the information that we received about the Nerima virus curse from Japan just a few days ago. The information is not being made widely available because of the fear that witches by birth would resort to ending deliberate pregnancies in order to cure themselves of the curse.”

For the first time in his/her life, Tom fainted.

Peter meanwhile had managed to crawl over to the tapestry and was studying it in confusion. “No-name?” he muttered, “but that doesn’t make sense, I’m the head . . .” he paused and glanced at his non-silver hand. For the first time he noticed that the ring worn by the head of the Pettigrew family was missing from his ring finger.

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Harry picked himself off the floor, disgusted to note that he was the only one to lose his footing on landing.

The group made their way into the kitchen and seated themselves, an expectant look directed toward Albus.

The Headmaster of Hogwarts sighed and began, “After your second year ended, I was able to retrieve the damaged diary that was responsible for possessing Ginerva,” here he paused to gesture toward Ginny who flushed red. Her blush deepened as both Harry and Hermione hugged her briefly. He continued, “I was able to discover that very dark soul magic had been used to create it. Despite the breadth of my studies in magic, I did not recognize what type of magic it was. I recently had cause to talk with one of our retired professors, Potion Master Slughorn, and in the course of our casual conversation mentioned the diary and what I had found. He was startled and exclaimed ‘horcrux’ but refused to say more. Indeed, he all but fled our meeting.” He sighed again, “I was able to find that a horcrux can only be created by murder most foul and results in a portion of the creator’s soul being torn from him and stored in what ever has been designated as the container. As long as a horcrux exists, its creator can not truly be killed. This what Tom has done. At first I hoped he had only done this once as each time it is done, he would become less human. But after the Tri-Wizard tournament, it was obvious that at least one more had been created since the diary had been destroyed before his rebirth.” He paused again but then continued without prompting, “I have been researching the matter since then and less than a month ago found that the maximum number he could create is six. These six and the remnant of his own soul, make seven an optimum number magically.”

He looked about the room, “I have said nothing to anybody because until now there is nothing we could have done with the information and it would be dangerous for Tom to discover that we knew of this secret.

Everybody turned horrified eyes toward Harry. He defiantly returned them, “What! Perhaps you didn’t hear me? I said ‘had’ not ‘have’. It turns out that the Nerima curse virus had almost completely destroyed all the protections that kept Mold’ies soul fragment bound to me. As part of the heritage ritual, all past magical damage is repaired if possible. Without the virus, the ritual would not have been able to affect the horcrux but because its protections were gone, the soul fragment was cast out.” He glanced up at the headmaster with hooded eyes and added, “Of course, to do that, several power blocks on my core had to be released first. Tell me headmaster, do you know anything about that?”

Surprisingly it was Remus who answered, “Oh, wait! That’s right, Lily said something about putting a block on your power because you were doing so much accidental magic that she was afraid you’d hurt yourself.” He paused and glanced at Albus, “But weren’t those supposed to be removed . . .?”

As Remus trailed off, Albus sighed again. He thought to himself, ‘I seem to be sighing a lot today’. Aloud he said, “You are probably right Remus. Blocks like that should have been removed before the first year of school. It has been many years since I even thought of that as I only now vaguely recall Lily mentioning it.”

“Sir,” hesitantly added Harry, “there were several power blocks. The most recent was less than a year ago.”

“Crouch, Jr!” exclaimed Hermione, “The timing is right and he had the motivation; I’ll bet he was the one to do that.”

This time it was Harry’s time to sigh, “Oh well, not that it matters anymore. The blocks are gone. There is one benefit, the blocks caused my magic to struggle when I used it and it’s stronger now as a result.”

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That evening, Harry followed Ginny and Hermione up the stairs. As he entered the girls’ room behind them, they turned in shock not expecting him to follow them into their bedroom.

Ginny’s started shaking with fear before she managed to pull herself together enough to say to Harry, “Not here, Harry. Let’s use your room.”

“Not to worry Ginny,” responded Harry reassuringly, “that’s not why I am here. I think that the three of us need to have a talk about what we mean to each other and what we hope for a future together.”

Hermione blushed deeply as she figured out what Ginny had assumed to be the purpose of Harry’s visit. She could have told Ginny that Harry would never claim her for that purpose, especially against her will.

“Ginny,” hesitantly began Harry as he started to blush, “I think you should know something. I would never demand that you come to my bed. Maybe sometime in the future when we’ve both grown up a bit and if you perhaps have come to have some affection for me, then maybe we can talk about this then.” By the time he had finished, he was beet red and his emotions caused him to spontaneously change into a girl.

Hermione was shocked silent. Something that all who knew her would say was very rare. “Oh my,” she finally said. Then she started chuckling and added, “Somehow I am not surprised that you, Harry Potter, would be one of the very rare ones who has control over the gender change.”

Harry chuckled nervously and asked, perhaps needlessly, “You won’t tell anybody will you? So far I’ve remembered to change whenever I get wet. I think that keeping it a secret will be a good thing; one less thing for people to be jealous of me about.”

Hermione had noticed that Ginny was not surprised, she asked, “Ginny, you already knew about this?”

Ginny nodded, “Yeah, I was there when Harry got his ‘girl’ wand. She had changed afterwards without water. Harry’s new wand is awesome!”

Hermione obviously restrained herself from responding to the ‘straight-line’ but Harry had no such inclination. “Yeah, I got the impression she wasn’t all that interested in my original wand, maybe she likes girls instead.”

Both girls nailed her with pillows that they had picked up off their beds.

Harry responded with tickling hexes and flashing fingers that seemed to know all their sensitive spots.

Relaxed, the three girls sat near each other on the floor. Harry hesitantly reached out and took each girl by the hand. The other two girls almost automatically took each others hands as well.

“This is how I think about the three of us,” softly began Harry, “we are a unit. Each of us has a different role to play but we will be a family nonetheless.” Her eyes focused on Hermione and Harry added, “Hermione, a week ago, you were the only one I could envision sharing my life with and I had hoped to ask you to marry me sometime in the future. I have always liked Ginny but, well, she was Rod’s little sister and it seemed she was over me, so I didn’t even think about her once you caught my heart.”

Harry turned to Ginny and added, “Ginny, had things been a little different, perhaps had we spent more time together, I could see myself falling for you. I know you didn’t have a choice about becoming a concubine, but never think that you are second rate or unwanted. I will never mistreat you, this I promise.”

Both girls had tears running down their faces at this point. Harry turned once again to Hermione, “Herms, I cannot abandon Ginny, I can’t cause her the harm such a thing would cause. I hope you would agree to become our wife, but I understand if this is just something that you can’t do. I am muggle raised too so I do understand how it could conflict with your upbringing.”

Hermione just launched herself at Harry and pinned the other girl to the floor and hugged her while softly crying. A short time later, she said, “Of course I’ll be part of your life and I’m ok with Ginny being part of us as well.” She sighed, and added, “If you were a guy, I’d snog you about now.” Harry changed and she did just that.

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Fudge angrily tossed another memento of his tenure as Minister of Magic into the trunk. He snarled under his breath, ‘How dare the Wizengamot toss me out of office just because a magical virus has swept Britain and I can’t do anything about it’.

In a way the situation was amusing to the two Aurors watching him pack. Fudge had held onto office despite all his screw-ups, but was finally tossed out because of something over which he had no control.

Both Aurors snickered as yet another howler was delivered to the desk. As minister, owls and howlers had been redirected to a screening service. But now that he was no longer Minister of Magic, owls, messages and especially howlers were finding Fudge easily.

This howler was different, after screeching how useless and dishonorable Fudge was, it exploded but unlike other howlers, the explosion released a large amount of water.

The three neo-ladies glared at the remnants of the howler, before both Aurors began to snicker as they took in how dumpy Fudge looked female. One took out a camera and snapped a quick photo while saying to the other, “I bet this can be sold to the Daily Prophet.”

Fudge grit her teeth in frustration. It was bad enough to be fired like this but the trice damned goblins had divided his vaults after his two sisters had made claims to their share of the family inheritance as ‘sons’. All that money she had worked so hard to acquire and only a third of it was left now.

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Except for Remus, the other adults had left Grimmauld place the following day. They were deliberately giving the three teens a chance to find their personal balance with each other again now given the changes that had occurred.

The three were in the library; the two girls were sitting on the couch together talking quietly while watching Harry. Harry lazily ran his fingers over the shelves scanning the titles as he did so. He dropped his hand, shifted gender and pulled out her new wand. Both girls were familiar with both the new wand and Harry’s ability to shift gender at will. Harry idly began to clean the room and repair the damage the years had done to its contents. Her magic seemed to flow in a flood out of the ash wand and in a half hour the room and contents seemed new.

Harry sighed again, obviously bored and cast the ’nominatim’ spell again to see if anything had changed since the ritual. Nothing had but it did give the girls an idea. Each cast the spell again but there were no surprises since the last time, Ginny had an unwanted title and Hermione did not have a wanted one.

Grinning, Harry briefly doused them both with ‘aqua’ before ducking behind a bookshelf where he was sure Hermione at least would not retaliate. Both of the wet young men stuck their tongues out at him but took the hint and recast the ‘nominatim’ spell on themselves again.

Ginny’s now read ‘Ginerva Gryffindor, secondary’ while Hermione’s now read ‘Hermione Granger, Head’.

“What?” yelped Hermione, “Why is that I am ‘head’ when male but not when female?”

Ginny shrugged, “You don’t think of yourself as head of your family when female. If you did, you would be able to establish a matriarchal line that way. Because you are male and the only magical member of your family, you are the default head.”

“Ginny,” hesitantly asked Hermione, “Why do you think you are listed as the Gryffindor secondary heir when male?”

Harry was the one to answer, “I think it’s because the Weasley’s were one of the lines that had some claim to the title. When it was given to me and then Ginny was bonded to me in her female form, I think that established her male form as the secondary heir.”

Ginny quietly added, “I think that mine and Harry’s first son will likely be the one to inherit the Lord Gryffindor title assuming the Lord Potter title goes to Harry and Hermione’s son first since by custom he would be first born.”

Seeing the confusion on both Harry’s and Hermione’s faces she patiently explained; “A concubine is almost never given permission to bear a child until the wife has bourn heirs to the family line.”

Hermione awkwardly held the other young man. Both sighed and glared at the young lady with the green eyes watching them.

Harry’s mischievous side didn’t surface all that often, but when it did, he proved his marauder’s heritage. She ‘innocently’ asked, “What do you guess would happen if I was the one to get pregnant by one of you. And do you think my female side could give Ginny permission to have a child?”

Ginny and Hermione almost hurt themselves as they face faulted. Both said ‘ewww’ in unison from the floor only to notice that Harry had vanished when they finally regained their feet.

Ginny muttered, “If she wasn’t so snoggable I might have to hurt her for that comment.”

He blushed when he realized that Hermione had heard the comment.

Hermione asked, “Really, you’ve kissed Harry’s female form . . . ah, were you a guy or a girl then?”

“Does it really matter?” asked Ginny as he reached over and pulled the other young man into a kiss that froze him in place.

“Humm, maybe you are right,” absently commented Ginny, “I think I like it better when we are opposite genders.”

Hermione didn’t respond as his brain was off line and attempting to reboot; unsuccessfully, repeatedly.

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Vernon and Dudley both grimaced as they studied the small portions before them. They sighed in unison and quickly finished their meal. Both had learned the futility of trying to avoid water and neither liked becoming fat women. The diets were hard but both had lost several stone already.

Petunia was grinning to himself as he studied the magical textbooks he’d received when he’d enrolled for adult magical classes. He was fortunate that one of the schools was fairly close by.

Only now did Petunia understand the joy that his sister Lilly had had as a witch.

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Ginny sadly studied the golden chains on his wrists. He had hoped that the gender change would eliminate them but that had not happened. Bill was watching her and softly answered the question she had not asked.

“Firefly,” seeing he had Ginny’s attention and Harry and Hermione’s as well, he continued, “the Nerima curse virus does remove magic such as memory charms but there is a difference between that and the binding magic such as magical oaths given for marriage or secrecy . . .” he paused and added, “or binding a concubine.” Seeing he had their attention he continued, “I have studied this partially because as a curse breaker it was professionally interesting but I also wanted to know how it would affect the bond between Fleur and I. I discovered that that curses or charms such as the ‘imperio’ or ‘obliviate’ are applied to the person and the gender switch dispels them as the change causes a wash of intense chaos magic to surge through the body disrupting other magic attached directly to the body. But for the others that I mentioned, those magical affects that remain despite gender changes; they are applied to the magical core of a person. While a person’s magical core may change with gender, it is still the same core nonetheless and as a result magic attached to it doesn’t change. That is why a lust potion can be eliminated by a gender change but Veela bonding remains. That is why the concubine mark remains as well.”

Ginny sighed but relaxed into Harry’s embrace.

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Luna had appeared indifferent the first time she saw her father become her mother. That did not explain why the girl went into the garden and snickered before breaking into outright guffaws. And the glare her remaining parental unit leveled at her only caused her to begin to shriek with laughter.

When the curse finally hit her, she was actually entranced with the change. Of course, Luna remained Luna. Someone else wouldn’t have called to their father, “Look daddy, I can pee standing up now, just like you.”

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Harry watched as Hermione worked on her latest project. She sighed and muttered to herself, “Now all I have to do is install ‘Windows’ and I’m set to see if I can get this to work in a magical environment.”

Bill had over heard her and decided to help, one quick spell later and Hermione looked in disbelief at her computer box which now had small windows on all four sides. She studied them closer and noticed that Bill had paid great attention to detail, not only were there shutters on the outside, but there were even curtains on the inside.

She sighed and slumped back in her seat softly saying, “Thanks Bill, but that wasn’t . . .” once again she paused in disbelief as her monitor (a portrait frame) now displayed the message, ‘Win-Wiz now loaded, connect to Wizzy-net?’

Open mouthed she stared at the monitor for a moment before a suspicion crossed her mind and she quickly turned in her chair to catch Bill with a smirk on his face.

“Forge and Gred had to learn their trade from someone, didn’t they?” he asked rhetorically, before adding, “Good job on the computer, few magical folk are interested in them but you will find that they are used at almost all the professional levels.” He paused and added, “Well, other than Quidditch,” he paused yet again and added, “We couldn’t program the units to fly the brooms,” he paused once more and then slipped the last line in, “they kept falling off when ever the broom data was ‘down’ loaded.”

Hermione shuddered and turned back to her project only to shriek in surprise. There sitting next to the monitor, nose twitching, whiskers wiggling and watching her; was a little white mouse. She slowly brought a hand to her face and massaged the bridge of her nose before surrendering to the obvious and placed her hand over the little critter and began to access programs on her newly functional magical computer. As she opened Win-Wiz the first time, she couldn’t help but notice that the curtains of one of the windows on the side of computer were now fluttering as well.

She heard Harry call out to Bill as the two of them left, brooms over their shoulders, “Say Bill, I noticed that you and your dad were creating some elf-like golems to decorate your back yard, are they for defense?”

“Nah,” replied Bill, “Those are ‘servers’ for Wizzy-net.”

“But why are they in your vineyard then?” asked Harry.

“What?” Bill exclaimed, “You mean you’ve never heard the saying, ‘I heard it over the grapevine’ before? What else would we use to link the servers to the Wizzy-net?”

Neither of them heard Hermione groan behind them.

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