Two Is Better

A week before his 17th birthday, Harry felt his body ache as if he had drunken a Polyjuice Potion, and became what felt like between a man and a woman. He felt a pair of arms, two pairs actually, wrapped around his body to protect him. Some nights they were muscular to protect him by strength and the other lean to protect by magic.

Other nights they were the same, and he could hear laughter. He didn't know what this stood, nor mean. Every time he opened his eyes, he woke up back to reality, back at the Barrow with Ron snoring loudly. Sometimes, he would cry silently, only wishing above anything else for someone to love him since he had never received the type of love he so desired. Sure the Weasleys had unofficially adopted him in, and he was happy to finally have a family at last, but, he wanted something more. He wanted someone to protect him, not the other way around.

He wanted to cry into the arms of his lover, and hear the whispers that weren't meant for another. Luckily, Lady Fates had heard his wish, and granted it, but, his blood was attempting to stop it.

Tonight was worst than the last week. Harry felt his muscles ache, and tore, shift, change as if adjusting to a new body. He felt his lower region tear open, but did not scream in case this was just a screwed up nightmare. When the clock stuck midnight, he felt the pain halt, and feel into a dreamless sleep, only to wake up to what could become either a nightmare or a reality.

"Happy birthday Harry!" the twins called, sitting on either side of the still sleeping boy who needed to get up, and eat his breakfast. Usually Harry was one of the first ones up, but today he was sleeping in somewhat. Maybe it was because of the wedding preparations or something else? "Wake up sleepy head." Fred and George pulled back the covers, and discovered something that would forever be engraved into their memories so long as they breath. There laid what seemed like Harry Potter, but his body was petite, and pressed tightly against his shirt that was now deemed too short and small was a pair of ample breasts.

His hair had grown longer and darker, and would reach to his waist when straighten. His face was slightly more feminine, not much really was needed to be added since he had inherited Lily's beauty along with James' good looks. Fred and George exchanged looks and agreed that the sleeping boy was peaceful as if he didn't have to defeat a Dark Lord that threatened both the Wizard World and the Muggle World. Didn't need to defeat the evils that lurked everywhere, and that powerful witches and wizards wanted him lying down somewhere dead. For once in Harry's life, he looked innocent.

Harry groaned as he slowly awoken as if for the first time since ever. He sat up, and stretched, the shirt pulling up, and revealing a lean stomach with no scars on it. Both the twins couldn't stop staring, but no one would blame them for it took a while for this image to sink in. Fred handed Harry's glasses to him, and when he put them on, it made the boy, now a man since he was of legal age, more feminine as if he was a female bookworm.

"What are you guys looking at?" Harry questioned, raising a brow in curiosity.

"Um, Harry," Fred started. "Are you a hermaphrodite?" Harry shook his head.

"Well, mate, you are," George stated. Harry just laughed.

"What makes you two think that?" Harry joked. He was caught off guard when the twins had placed one of their hands on each of Harry's new breasts, and squeezed gentle. Their hands couldn't even cup his breasts fully because they were so full. Harry looked down, and blushed a dark crimson, and only one thought came to mind.

Downstairs, Mrs. Weasley was preparing breakfast with Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fleur, Charlie and Bill when Harry screamed.

"WHAT IN THE HELL DID YOU TWO DO TO ME!"

A few seconds later, the twins ran down the staircase, and about to make their way out into the garden, and possible further than that. Mrs. Weasley caught her sons by their ear, and nearly let go of them when Harry came down the stairs. Charlie and Bill managed to grab his arms before the boy could make it any further to attack the twins. A pissed off Harry was one thing, but mix in female hormones was basically doom to the Wizarding World. Everyone in the room took a few seconds to take in the sight of the new Harry.

Besides his feminine looks and breasts, his hips had gotten smaller, and his pants were about to fall down. His legs were a lot slimmer now, and with his hair down, actually made Harry look like a girl.

"What in the hell mate?" was the only thing Ron was able to say.

"He's a hermaphrodite Mum! We didn't do it we swear!" the twins cried, wanted back their ear. Molly released their ear, and stood tall and firm, wanting an explanation.

"When we went to get Harry," Fred began.

"We found him like that," continued George.

"With breasts and everything!"

"We didn't do anything we swear!"

"He's a hermaphrodite is all. His blood gene must've kicked in last night when he turned 17!"

"It's quite very, very rare as the last one was Ravenclaw, and he had to have two mates to keep him in check."

"Wait, did you say Ravenclaw? As in, Hogwarts' Ravenclaw?" Hermione asked. She hated it when somebody knew something she didn't. The twins nodded, hiding behind their Mum as Harry struggled to get free. Charlie and Bill were having a hard time with accepting his new body.

"Yes, Ravenclaw was actually a very feminine male, a pretty boy in modern terms. When he turned 17, he became a hermaphrodite just like Harry," George explained. Fred continued.

"And the only two could keep him in check was Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor. While Salazar could protect Rowena with magic, Godric could with strength in case."

"Everyone just referred to Rowena as a female because he looked more female than male. Very few people knew Ravenclaw was married legally to Slytherin and Gryffindor. It was taken out of the 'Hogwarts A History' because of those who are against it."

"And it was told that hermaphrodite couldn't give birth because they are sterile. It's true in the Muggle World, but in the Wizarding World, their magic entwines with the sperm and egg and enables them to have children." Harry stood there, wide-eyed some, but managed to control himself a lot better until what the twins said next in unison.

"But to make it up to you for scaring you, we're gonna take you shopping!" Harry just blinked a few times, and nodded his head, unsure what to say about that. "Mum, we'll be out for a while, and we'll be back before dinner!" With that, they grabbed Harry, and dragged him upstairs to wear something for Wizard London.

Everything in Wizard London seemed at peace for the moment. Although everyone had read that Albus Dumbledore died by Lord Voldemort's hand, they wouldn't let that interrupt their daily life it seemed. At a local cafe, two grown men sat at a little white table, leaning against the white metal chairs.

The one on the right was at least six feet tall, his short, neatly cut black hair surrounded his slightly pale skin. His eyes were a soft hazel color that would flicker red when he felt a strong emotion. This man looked no more than a school boy about to graduate from a wizarding school. His outfit consisted of a button up, long sleeve plain white shirt with a emerald tie tied loosely around his neck. His pants were black, and had shining leather shoes. This man was none other than Tom Riddle. Since no one besides Dumbledore remembered what his teenage appearance was, he had no fear of being discovered as Lord Voldemort.

On the left was an even taller man, his hair was a short, spiky silver, and his eyes were a soft gray color. What was unique about this man were his muscles as they were clearly shown even with the cream-colored jacket that adored his chest. His pants were also cream-color with shiny white leather shoes as well. This man was Fenrir Greyback, Alpha of the wolves in Europe, and ally of Lord Voldemort.

Although they were out to conquer both worlds, there was always a time when they needed to sit back, and relax, and enjoy a nice cup of tea which they were currently doing. Being unnoticed as two dangerous killers, they caught up with the gossip of what people said about them. The more fear the better. At this moment, Tom happened to look across the street, and spotted the two Weasley twins with a very cute girl who was blushing heavily as they walked into a store for female clothing. Something was different about her, Tom thought, and she looked awful familiar.

"Well, don't see that everyday. A hermaphrodite," Fenrir mumbled, chuckling. Tom looked at his comrade.

"A hermaphrodite?" he asked. Tom knew a lot of things, but being attracted to a certain gender was never one.

"Hermaphrodite is someone who is both male and female. That one was a male with very nice breasts, and no doubt both male and female reproductive parts. And because he is a wizard, he is able to give birth unlike muggle hermaphrodites."

"Well, why don't we join the three?" Both men chuckled, paid for their tea, and left to see what the twins and the boy were up too.

"I swear both of you are gonna drive me crazy one day!" Harry shouted from his spot in the dressing room cubicle as Fred and George tossed him different styles of clothing to choose. The twins were having so much fun with this! The first several outfits they made Harry wear didn't suit him, but soon they got somewhere. Harry came out of the cubicle dressed in frayed blue jeans and a dark green blouse with long sleeves that gave the boy a bit of a hippie appearance.

"Awe, you look so cute!" the twins cooed with George taking a picture. Harry looked slightly annoyed, but with a slight blush on his face. "We're buying that outfit."

"What else do you two want me to try one?"

"You could try this if you please Miss --?"

Harry looked up to find two men standing behind the twins smiling. The one of the left held a dress that was plain black, but with a simple large bow around in the middle.

"Harriet, my name is Harriet," Harry said, blushing slightly. The man nodded his head.

"My name is Tom, and my friend here is Rir," Tom informed. He handed Harry the dress, and watched as the boy walked back into the cubicle. When Harry had locked the door, Fred and George glared at the two taller men. They weren't stupid, they knew who these two really were.

"You two have no right to be in here," Fred said. Tom just chuckled.

"And why not?"

"Because we might make a move on your beautiful friend?" Fenrir suggested, grinning to show his canine fangs. Fred and George were not imitated in the least.

"Stay away from Harriet," George warned. The cubicle's door opened, and the men and boys turned around to be greeted by a very innocent looking Harry. The dress fitted his body just right. Tom stepped forward, and took Harry's hand, and placed a soft kiss upon it.

"You look beautiful in it," commented Tom. Harry blushed darkly. For some reason, this man made his scar tingle unlike Voldemort who made it burn with pain. Tom stood back up straight. "We'll take our leave now, enjoy your day." With that, Fenrir and Tom left the store, a smile on their faces.

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