Flight of the Phoenix

This story is based on characters and situations owned by JK Rowling, and various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No copywrite or trademark infringment is intended.

Flight of the Phoenix

Chapter Four:

"Come on, Harry. How is anyone gonna know?"

"Dudley, I'm not sure this is the best idea..."

"I've been to this club thousands of times. If you look the part they won't even check your i.d.."

"In case you haven't noticed, I, unlike you, do not look like I'm eighteen or over."

Dudley can't help it, he begins laughing uncontrollably at the look on Harry's face. Harry, who is really not in the mood to be laughed at, growls angrily before throwing a pillow at Dudley's head. Dudley only laughs harder.

"Dudley stop that! This is really not funny..."

"Harry have a sense of humor," interjects Pierce. Harry just turns and glares at the boy playing Resident Evil on the tele. Harry really doesn't see what the appeal is about video games, especially one as violent and bloody as that one.

"I don't see what is so funny about being too skinny and way too short. I mean, bloody hell Pierce, when you first saw me you thought I was a bloody girl!"

"Yea, he did, didn't he?" Dudley chuckles a few times as Harry glares at him.

"Well, you only looked like a girl because you had on that dress..." Pierce's voice trails off and his brown eyes grow large as he stares at Harry intently. Abruptly Pierce drops his game remote, standing up as he walks around Harry, eying the slight figure up and down as he mutters softly to himself.

After a few seconds Harry begins to grow uncomfortable under Pierce's sharp gaze. "What?" Harry asks, folding his arms across his chest. "What is it?"

"I was just thinking..." Pierce stops all movement as well as his talking. He stares at Harry a few more seconds before walking up to him. Before Harry can ask anymore questions Pierce pulls the rubber band keeping Harry's wild hair in place. Immediately the dark locks cascade around Harry's lightly tanned face, before settling around his ears, the ends of the strands rest just slightly below his shoulders. Pierce takes Harry's shoulders in his hands before turning him to face Dudley. "What do you think?" Pierce asks.

"I think," begins Dudley, walking closer to the pair. "That if Harry wants that tan to stay he should go out more."

"It's not like I ever get to see the light of day," Harry mutters under his breath.

"But then again, maybe Harry should let that tan fade. I have grown deeply accustomed to his pale arse and it would be nice if all the body parts matched up."

Harry growls before raising up his hand to throttle Dudley but Dudley quickly doges the punch, maneuvering himself just so in order to grab a handful of Harry's plump arse. Dudley takes a hold of Harry's newly freed hair, pulling the smaller boy's head to the side in order to lick a long trail from Harry's collar bone to his ear. "Or perhaps if we fuck outside in the garden a few times your whole body will get tanned all over, including that nice arse of yours."

Harry moans in need as the close proximity of Dudley, as well as the words being whispered in his ear, has Harry's cock twitching in evident interest.

"Now now now," Pierce interjects, wagging his finger back and forth at the two. "Before you two begin another fuck session, lets get back to Harry's earlier problem, of which I believe I've found a solution to."

Dudley shrugs before taking a seat on the couch, dragging Harry down with him. Harry can't help but to snuggle into Dudley's warmth as Dudley picks up the dropped controller, starting a new game. Dudley's blue eyes are glued to the tele as his fingers rapidly punch the controller buttons. "Come on, Pierce. Hurry up and spill the beans. I could be fucking Harry right now, you know."

Pierce chuckles as the image of Harry riding his cock flashes through his brain. He wouldn't mind giving Harry another pounding as well, however, at some point him and Dudley had to give Harry a break, which is precisely why him and Dudley had suggested the club tonight. It would be fun for all three of them and Harry's arse could take a well need rest from all the dick it was getting.

"Earlier Harry did make a valid point about not getting in the club. There is no way that anyone is going to believe him to be eighteen."

"Thanks for putting that so eloquently," Harry mutters before sighing in defeat.

"Like I said, there is no way that anyone would believe Harry to be an eighteen year old boy, however," at this point Pierce is grinning like the cat that got the cream. "It is definitely possible for someone to believe that Harry is an eighteen year old girl"

Immediately Harry is up from his seat. "No, no...absolutely not!"

Dudley has the right state of mind to pause his game. "You know," Dudley says as he puts the controller down, "what Pierce is saying actually isn't that bad of an idea. If we put you on a dress, and a little bit of makeup--"

"I am not going to put on a dress!"

"You practically wear one anyway," says Pierce.

"That's not the point," huffs Harry, glaring angrily at both boys.

"Look, do you want to go to the club or not?" asks Dudley as he turns to face Harry.

Harry crosses his arms. "Yes, of course I do. But--"

"Besides, aren't They making sure you don't leave the house? How else are you going to get out of here?"

"Who are 'They?'" Pierce asks in confusion.

"Er...some school friends I made a bet with," Harry hurriedly explains as there is no way he's telling Pierce anything about magic, especially not about the Order of the Phoenix, and definitely not about Voldemort.

"OK, what if we do this," Dudley says, taking a hold of Harry's shoulder before leading him up the stairs. Pierce follows the pair. "Let's say you try on one of Mum's dresses and we put you in some of her makeup..."

"I don't know--"

"Just try it, Harry. We'll take you outside and see if anyone thinks your a man. Don't worry, if you're not comfortable you don't have to do it. OK?"

Harry lets out a sigh of defeat. "Fine."

Pierce and Dudley grin at each other as they arrive at Dudley's Mum and Dad's room. "Put him on some makeup while I find him something to wear," Dudley says, going straight to his Mum's closet. Pierce heads over to the vanity, going through a few of the makeup boxes. Lucky for Harry, though at the particular moment Harry wasn't feeling too lucky, Pierce had dated a girl who wore a shitload of makeup for a few months so at least out of the three boys Pierce has a little bit of makeup experience. At least he knew where all the different makeup went. Harry had no idea.

As Pierce begins putting Harry on makeup Dudley was quickly sifting through his mother's wardrobe. Dudley went through nearly half of it at brake neck speed when he realized that his Mother has nothing suitable for a club. All of her clothes were so matronly. Dudley just lets out a grunt before looking for the most modern dress in the bunch. When Dudley passes over a white summer dress with bright yellow sunflowers decorated on it he pulls out the dress before turning it this way and that. The dress is sleeveless but there's a small yellow 3/4 sleeve sweater that goes with it and even a white summer hat with a matching sunflower to the side. Dudley bends over and picks up a pair of yellow flats. His Mum has a few heels but there is no way that Harry will be able to walk in them.

"Alright Pierce," Dudley says as he turns from the closet. "Enough makeup for now. We don't want him looking like he has a black eye, besides he'll be wearing yellow."

Harry turns at the sound of his cousin's voice and when he sees the outfit he lets out a huge groan of despair. "Tsk, tsk Harry," Dudley wags his finger at Harry as he walks over to him. "You should be thankful I didn't get you a shorter dress to wear."

Pierce frowns. "He will need a shorter dress. They are not going to let him in the club wearing that thing."

"Well this is the best outfit my Mum has," Dudley shrugs as he begins pulling Harry out of his clothes. "I guess we'll just have to go shopping."

"Hey!" Harry screeches as Dudley manhandles him. "Just wait a second! I am not going shopping for girl clothes when I don't even have adequate boy ones!"

Dudley grins at Harry as he drags the dress over his head. "So, are you saying that you wouldn't mind shopping for women's clothes if you had some men's clothing?"

"No! I'm not saying that!"

Dudley just chuckles as he turns Harry around in order to zip the dress up. He then plops the sunhat down on Harry's dark hair before turning him towards the mirror. "What do you think?" Dudley asks cheekily.

Harry stares at himself in shock. He looks like...he looks like a girl. A bloody 12 year old girl! "I look even younger now!"

Pierce begins laughing hysterically and Harry just growls at him. Dudley frowns as he eyes Harry's form. "Yes, you do look like a 12 year old. I wonder why?" Dudley walks around Harry, eying him up and down before he snaps his fingers. "You need some boobs."

"What!"

"Women have boobs. If you want to look like a woman you need tits."

Harry folds his arms across his chest. "Well, I don't think you two have noticed but I'm a bloody boy, I don't get boobs."

Pierce has finally stopped laughing and he uses the opportunity to respond to Harry. "That is true. Boys don't have boobs but some girls don't either. I mean, my Mum doesn't, she wears these bras with stuff already in 'em. Oh, I just got the perfect idea! Hurry up and put on your shoes Harry."

"Where are we going?"

"To my house. My Mum goes partying all the time. She's about your size so you can wear something of hers and I'll sneak you one of her bras."

"Eww...I do not want to wear someone else's bra!"

"So, your saying that if you had your own--"

"No! I am not saying that if I had my own bra I would wear one! Goddamn Dudley, you're so fuckin immature sometimes."

Dudley just shrugs. "I'm fifteen, what do you expect?"

Harry just groans in defeat before quickly putting on the yellow flats. Harry quirks an eyebrow in surprise as the shoes fit him perfectly. Either his feet are small or his Aunt's are big. Harry prefers to believe the later as his Aunt always did remind him of Godzilla. Harry should never had sneaked and watched that stupid movie because Petzilla has been ingrained in his brain ever since. Harry sighs again before facing Pierce and Dudley. "Alright, let's get this over with."

The two teens grin before slapping each other a 'high five' which Harry chooses to ignore. As Harry walks down the stairs behind Pierce and his cousin he can't deny that the dress does feel a lot like one of his school robes. It was actually very comforting, though he wouldn't have minded having a pair of jeans on under it.

Quickly the trio exit Number Four Privet Drive and Harry glances around, almost immediately spotting an order member. It takes Harry a few seconds to realize the orange-haired girl is Tonks and not one of the countless Weasleys. When Tonks spots the trio Harry smiles at her nervously and she grins at what appears to be a young lady, giving the yellow clad girl a quick wave. Harry lets out a sigh of relief once he realizes that his cover isn't blown.

Dudley, adamant to make sure that no one would guess Harry is a girl, takes them to a popular teenage pup which doesn't serve alcoholic drinks via one of the buses which traveled through Privet Drive. When they enter the place Harry can't help but grab on to Dudley's arm nervously at the amount of people populating the dim room.

"Don't worry, Harry. No one is gonna know your not a girl, besides, with all the hot babes in here I'm sure no one is gonna hit on a boobless twelve year old."

Harry scowls before slapping Dudley upside the head. He then precedes into the pub with Pierce by his side, completely ignoring the tall blond hair brute. Well, completely ignoring the tall blond since Dudley believed being a brute was a complement and even if only in his own mind Harry didn't want to compliment Dudley at this moment.

Harry is drawn from his thoughts when Dudley sits a tall mug in front of him. Harry sniffs the liquid before his nose wrinkles at the smell. "Dudley, what is this? I thought you said they didn't serve alcohol." Dudley grins at Harry before giving Pierce a mug.

"I know a few people, they usual spike the drinks if you pay 'em extra." Harry lets out a nod of understanding, taking a sip of his spiked drink, before Dudley sits down at the corner table with them. Harry laughs at Dudley's clearly pained expression as he sits in the chair that looks like it's about to break under Dudley's large bulk.

"Bloody hell, but do they make chairs for MEN."

"Your not a man, your a mini giant," Pierce says with a straight face. Harry lets out a sharp laugh at the image of Dudley living in Hagrid's hut, with a long furry beard growing from his face. However, Harry's laughter quickly dissolves once he imagines Dudley, as Hagrid, fucking him. Eww, Harry thinks to himself as a shudder runs through his body. That is so gross.

"Wanna play pool, Harry?" Pierce asks as Dudley finishes off his drink, going to get another one. Harry nods his head in agreement and Pierce grins, helping Harry from his seat before leading him to the back of the pub. When they make it in the back there are two pool tables, one of which is occupied by a few boys looking around Dudley's age. As Pierce explains the rules, showing Harry how to use his stick and what not because Harry has never played pool, the hair on Harry's neck raises. Harry trys to shake the feeling of as he listens to Pierce's voice, however the feeling doesn't go away. Harry scowls before sharply turning around. One of those boys was looking at him, smirking and wagging his eyebrows suggestively. Harry just scoffs before turning back to Pierce. When Pierce hands him one of the sticks used in pool the other boy finally decides to speak.

"Ooo, you think you can handle something that big?"

"What did you say?" Harry growls out, turning back around to face the boy. The boy just grins at Harry some more before Pierce takes Harry's shoulder in hand, turning him back to their pool table.

"Come, let's play pool. You should just ignore them."

Harry sighs, complying because as the boy-who-lived he is use to attention, lots of it in fact, just not the kind that was currently being thrown at him. When it is Harry's turn to hit the white pool ball, he nearly fumbles due to the unknown boy's obnoxious behavior. "Woo hoo, yea baby! Hey guys, do you see her stroking it? I wonder if she would do that to me?"

"I don't know, she looks kind of young," one of the other boys mumbled.

"Oh, please, you know how girls are today. I bet she's not even a virgin."

Harry face turns red with fury, however before he can confront the idiot boy, Pierce is in front of him, glaring menacingly at the young punk. "If you say anything else about my little sister be prepared for your teeth to be full of my fist."

The young punk isn't even phased. "If you fight me you'll have to fight all three of us. Besides, I know a slut when I see one."

Harry lets out a screech, completely appalled at the way this boy is treating him. It would be different if he were a boy (even though he is), but right now the world believed him to be a girl and there is no way Harry is going to take this from the little dip shit. That is precisely why the punk found himself knocked down to the floor by a hard blow from the stick in Harry's hands. Everyone seems to freeze in shock before the other two boys lung at Pierce. One holds Pierce while the other one punches him in the belly. Before Harry can assist him the punk from the floor recovers, taking a hold of Harry's arms.

"So you're a little feisty thing, are you?" the punk growls out. Harry just spits in his face. The punk raises his hand, perhaps to wipe the spit off his face, perhaps to retaliate, however, he is allowed to do neither as his hand is seized.

"What exactly do you think you're doing to my girl?" The punk, upon seeing Dudley's large frame lets go of Harry immediately, backing out of the pool room. Dudley wraps a hand around Harry's waist, bring the slight figure flush against his tall form. Dudley then turns to the pair holding Pierce. He grins wickedly at the boys holding Pierce, before taking a menacing step forward. "I've been itching for a fight for weeks now," Dudley growls out darkly. The two boys release Pierce before rushing out of the room after their ring leader.

"Well," Dudley says as he helps Pierce up from the floor. "I think we can all agree that this is a full proof plan."

"What is?" Harry says distractedly as he helps Pierce dust off, extremely glad that the two accomplices did little to no harm.

"No one suspects you to be Harry, everyone here thinks you are Harriet, a girl."

"Well, if being a girl means you get manhandled then ya, it's a full proof plan."

Dudley chuckles as he leads Harry and Pierce out of the pub, placing a lock of Harry's messy hair behind his ear. "What does it mean if you're a boy but you get manhandled?"

"It means you're gay, or at least bi," Harry says as the trio walks to the bus stop.

Dudley rubs his chin thoughtfully, before looking down at Harry. "Yes, of course. But what does it mean if you're the one doing the manhandling?"

Harry bites his bottom lip thoughtfully before looking up at Dudley underneath the brim of the large yellow sun hat. "It means that you're a sadist."

Dudley frowns at Harry and Pierce lets out loud peals of laughter until the bus arrives, taking the trio back to Privet Drive. When the trio arrives back to Privet Drive Pierce heads for his house, telling Harry and Dudley that he'll meet them later; he was going to change his clothes and get a few of his Mother's for Harry. Sun dresses are not club attire. Dudley and Harry nod goodbye to Pierce, before, as they hold each other's hand, walk back to number four Privet Drive. When they arrive in front of the house, they step through the gate and instantly the view of the quiet two story home changes into that of one on fire.

"Bloody hell," Dudley says in shock. Instantly a half dozen wands are pointed at the pair, and Harry can feel an immobilization spell, inhibiting him and Dudley from leaving, using magic, or even talking.

"Who are you and how did you manage to bypass our wards? Are you returning Death Eaters?"

Harry eyes turn at the sound of the voice, only to see Mad-Eye Moody, magical eye swirling in quick succession as he barely retrains himself from hexing the two unknown figures. Harry tries to communicate his identity in vein, wandless magic trying to break the spell, however, before his task is accomplished Harry spots the figure of Snape. "Moody, I searched the house thoroughly. I have retrieved Potter's few items, however, I have not spotted any signs of the boy." Just then Severus notices Harry and Dudley standing under wand point. "Who in the hell are these two?"

"That's what we were just about to figure out," Moody growls out to Severus.

"How were they able to bypass the wards?" Severus asks Moody as he searches his robes, quickly pulling out a vial of clear liquid. "Veritaserum."

Moody grins wickedly, taking the liquid from Snape before advancing on the pair. He waves his wand, releasing the spell from the boys heads before uncapping the bottle.

"Wait!" Harry yells out, not wanting to be subjected to any truth serums. That would be too embarrassing. "It's me! Harry!"

Mad-Eye just laughs at the small lady, taking her chin in his hands but Severus hand on his wrist stops him from giving the girl any veritaserum. Harry eyes turn to Snape, begging for the man to help him. "Please sir, it's me, Harry Potter. That's my cousin, Dudley Dursley. That's why we were able to enter the wards again."

"I don't believe you," Moody growls out. "Perhaps those Death Eater friends of yours didn't tell you but Harry Potter is the boy-who-lived, not the girl-who-lived."

"I know sir, just...take off my hat, and use a cleaning spell. I'm sure it'll get rid of all this makeup."

Moody growls impatiently but Snape complies, taking the young lady's hat off. When the black locks escape from the confines of the sun hat Snape has to admit that the wild locks do have a likeness to Harry's. Snape then waves his wand, quickly muttering out the cleaning spell before blinking. And blinking again. "Potter!"

Harry grins at his Professor, sure that his curse scar is uncovered from all the makeup. Moody growls before releasing the two from the body binding spell. It felt good to be thought of as a boy again, was what Harry was thinking, that is, until Snape begin lecturing him. "Just what in the hell were you doing leaving the wards unattended? You know that they are here for your safety."

Harry huffs irritably before running his fingers through his hair. "Obviously not if Death Eaters managed to break through."

"That is besides the point," Severus growls out.

Harry huffs again. "Obviously it isn't. If I had stayed here like the Order demanded then not only would I either be dead or in Voldemort's possession, so would Dudley."

Severus turns his attention to the young man who is taller and much broader than he is. Severus scowls at him before turning back to Harry. "I will appariate you two to headquarters. It is not safe to remain here. Something has happened to the wards, the Dark Lord should not have been able to enter."

Harry frowns at the wording that Severus used. "What do you mean Voldemort entered the wards? I thought he had broken through."

Severus shakes his head in the negative, taking a hold of Harry. "At first that is what we believed, however, the Dark Lord didn't do anything such as even lifting up his wand to enter these wards. He just...walked right through."

Harry frowns at Severus in confusion before Severus takes a hold of Dudley as well. "Hold on tight," Severus says to Harry's cousin, before, with a sharp crack, Severus appariates the two of them.

Tbc...