Harry Potter, Chaos Queen

Prologue

 

 

It had all started when Harry had stumbled across a reference to transvestites in one of Dudley's old magazines. Now, these weren't your run of the mill 'magazines', they could easily fall into the forbidden territory of porn. Yet, for some reason, the teen had found himself repulsed by the females. Their soft squishy bodies, the fullness of their nude breasts. And don't get him started on the smooth planes below the waist, completely different anatomy than that of a male. But the men featured in the horribly raunchy sex scenes, they offered interest. The harder slopes, the hollows of their muscles. The shadows in their flat chest and bellies, and their evident arousal offered solace to his green tinged cheeks. They were, for lack of a better term, attractive. 

 

It was then that Harry Potter, boy wizard, the Boy-Who-Lived and Gryffindor extradonaire, realized he was gay. He was only thirteen, and didn't seem to fully process this dramatic change in his life. However, what he saw next shocked him. A transvestite, was simply beautiful! Her small waist, the way she looked in the skirt hiked up her waist. Her long hair, and smooth body, the hints of feminity in her chest, and her lovely endowment was exactly what he wanted. Harry had never particularly liked being a 'boy', the way they smelled, the way they ate. Ron, his best friend and year mate at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was a prime example of that. 

The transvestite offered a happy medium. The picture labeled her a 'shemale', a female lookalike, with her male bits still intact. Why couldn't Harry be like that? He was already short for his age, with feminine facial features, and undeniably thin. Perhaps it was the abuse, the deprivation of food. But he had never been very manly or tall. Perhaps this was exactly what he'd been looking for, something to make the Boy Wonder feel more normal in his strange world. 

 

That same year, Harry had gone to Hogwarts and met his long-lost Godfather, Sirius Black. When he had offered Harry a place to stay, with him, the Gryffindor had decided to be upfront with Sirius. Afraid of rejection, he had admitted that he was unable to go without telling him the truth. Harry told Sirius that he was gay, and that he thought he might have a gender problem, waiting with baited breath for the disgust to show on his face, the anger. 

 

But it never came. Sirius admitted that he too, was gay. And had an on-again, off-again relationship with Remus Lupin, his childhood friend and former year mate. Then, he proceeded to tell Harry that for a while, James and Lily had thought Harry was a girl. Even going as far to get the nursery set up in lovely pink and white tones and flowers. When he was born, and male, Lily had insisted they get some use from the baby dresses, and dressed her little boy as the girl she hadn't received. So, for him to find himself gender-confused was not much of a surprise, he'd laughed. 

He'd then told the young teen about potions that stopped testosterone, but they had to be taken before late in puberty. Later, he'd begin a regimen of feminine hormones, and he could become the lovely trans-girl he'd seen in the magazine, if he desired. He also reminded Harry that he still loved him, and he was still welcome at home, with Sirius. 

 

But Sirius had been forced to escape and hide, unable to make good of his promise of a home away from the Dursleys, due to the Ministry of Magic denying his innocence and the escape of Peter Pettigrew, the traitor. However, during the Triwizard Tournament, Sirius had placed orders for the testosterone stopping potion, as goblins didn't care about wizard laws, and sent it to Harry in secret. With just two doses, the potion ensured his voice didn't become more masculine, instead a husky, smoky sound, barely octaves lower than a females. He'd then owled out to have the estrogen potions be sent continuously to Harry, even during his summer stay. That, and with nutrition potions, Harry began to regain health.

 

A beautiful body, free of the stubble on his chin, free of hair on his chest. His features morphed into femininity, the sharp angles of his chin appearing softer, his cheekbones higher. The slope of his almond-shaped green eyes more exotic. His waist became smaller, his hips wider, and his legs curved, lean, and long. The once-coarse hair on his head softened, became sleek and smooth, curly at the ends and more manageable.

He decided to grow it out, and with Sirius' help he purchased an enchanted elastic band, that when secured in his hair, allowed the appearance of it reaching just past his chin. Should he be asked, he'd state that it was more tidy this way, that it looked less like a bird's nest when long, and the tie allowed him to keep it from his eyes during chores, studying, or Quidditch practices. 

 

That following summer, when Harry had visited Sirius at Grimmauld Place, with the Order of the Pheonix, the large Grim-like dog animagus had gifted Harry with a belated Birthday present. It was an eye-correcting potion, which would allow Harry to see perfectly without his large black-rimmed glasses. Harry had panicked, admitting that he thought the glasses camouflaged his changing appearance. And that he didn't want to lose the advantage during battle, that should his glasses be lost without them. Frantic, he'd begged Sirius to help him. And his Godfather had acquiesced, offering him a solution. He'd charmed the old glasses so that their prescription was gone, and that they were only see-through glass and frames. However, should anyone but Harry pick them up, they'd still see it as though it was a heavy glass magnified for someone near-sighted. The green-eyed boy had been delighted at the solution, and had taken the potion and charmed glasses with a grateful hug to the former Azkaban resident. 

 

Harry still wore baggy clothes, hiding his feminine physique from the populous. He even began to grow small A-cup breasts, though they didn't get larger, the hormones in the potion allowed them to be sensitive and real. He was almost at his goal. 

 

He'd considered telling Ron and Hermione, but after Ron found out that the twins were bisexual, and he went on a rant about how the members of the Light Families needed all the straight, heterosexual men they had, he'd quickly backed off the idea. Hermione had argued that gay wizards could produce offspring, that there were potions that could create artificial wombs for the wizarding couples. And that Fred and George weren't gay, they were actually bisexual which meant they did find the opposite sex attractive as well. 

 

Leave it to the bookworm to know the facts and not be bothered with it all. However, Harry had doubted she could resist telling Ron. So, his mask of being the Boy Wonder had remained in place. He'd had years of perfecting it after the Dursleys, appearing only as they wished him to be. Even dumbing down his intelligence so that he could avoid a beating, being locked in his cupboard beneath the stairs, or going without food. It was no shock then, that when at Hogwarts he kept up the charade. No one appeared to realize his potential save for Severus Snape. The man constantly badgered Harry, determined to break the naive shell he kept himself in, pushing him to go beyond the average student he presented. 

It was little surprise then, when during Dolores Umbridge's stay at Hogwarts, he ended up breaking down in front of the dark arts practioner, Professor Snape. The Potions Master had admitted that he'd been waiting for Harry to break his shell, and the only reason he'd been so hard on him was that. Well, that and the need for appearances in front of the children with Death Eater parents. He was a spy for the light, masquerading as a servant to the Dark Lord Voldemort, and couldn't afford to be seen as someone friendly with Harry-Bloody-Potter, Boy-Who-Lived.

 

The two had formed a close bond, and Harry had revealed his appearance to him. His hair, now reaching his mid-back, and his softer features had surprised Severus. But their relationship, behind closed doors, had remained. The Professor had asked few questions, only wanting to know how he had achieved it, and how he managed to keep it hidden. From there, it fell into comfortable patterns, and a steady friendship. At least, behind closed doors and during his Occlumency lessons, or even detentions. 

 

It was Severus, then, who got Harry through Sirius Black's death during the battle at the Ministry. He'd taken his Godfather's death, his first true parental figure, quite hard. Sirius had accepted him, helped him. And like the Slytherins before in his family, had been cunning in his manipulations, pretending to be the mad prankster of olden years, without a hint at his veiled intelligence. Severus even admitted it was a great loss, something that shocked Harry, though he said no more on the matter. 

 

During a session with Severus, curled up in his office and sorting through potion ingredients, Harry had began to sing. Quietly, achingly soft. A voice filled with emotion, husky undertones and hidden talent. Severus had been shocked, asking why he'd never heard the boy sing before. Now fifteen, Harry admitted he didn't find it to be any particular talent, and that he liked to sing while he worked. In fact, he often sang when no one was about. It was then he discovered that wandless magic flowed within his voice. Severus began to train him in earnest, even sneaking into his home at the Dursleys to train him that summer. The Slytherin Head had not wanted such a talent to go untamed, and have Harry sing and bring something unusual about. After witnessing Harry sing of Dragons, and begin to summon the smoke and form, he'd quickly taken him under his wing. 

Truthfully, Harry was quite good at Occlumency, and only pretended to quarrel and bicker with Severus. After all, neither were certain of Dumbledore, but they were certain of each other. Severus trained Harry in secret, offering him tutelage in potions, charms, Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Ancient Runes (useful for spell making, wards and the destruction of wards), and Animagus training. Combined with his wandless casting, and magic calling within his songs, Harry grew powerful, and his intelligence remained a secret. His level of magic grew, as Severus nurtured it and the lonely teen. 

 

One night, Severus asked Harry, "Do you honestly enjoy singing, Harry?" Harry had been stunned by the question, but responded easily, his thoughts carefully worded. "I do, Severus. When I sing, I'm not Harry Potter, heir to Gryffindor, the boy-who-lived-to-defeat-Voldemort. When I sing I'm Harry, just Harry."

 

And so, the Potions Master had secured him a gig with the Leaky Cauldron. Under the guise of Lokii, a girl with long blond hair and bright green-blue eyes, Harry had preformed. At first, it was just a gig here or there. Then, his popularity began to rise. He'd preformed at the openings of buildings, and even once he'd managed to preform at Hogsmeade for a Summer Solstice festival. The Chaos Queen, Lokii, became his alibi as he climbed the wizarding charts. 

Harry had only to remove his enchanted tie securing his hair, discard his glasses, and begin his outfit. His waist-length hair was transfigured into a honey-gold, and fell in tangled ringlets about his face and shoulders. His eyes they charmed to reflect a sea-blue-green, rather than the lovely emerald that had been his trademark. The scar atop his forehead they concealed with a beauty charm, and his long gold bangs. Harry would then apply kohl to each eyes, and smoky shadows to accent them. Lipstick to draw attention, bright red as his calling card, flushed lips parted before the microphone. 

 

A corset trained his waist smaller, the black leather pushing up his small breasts to create tentative cleavage. With legs like his, hidden beneath his usual baggy Dudley-hand-me-downs, Severus had advised a mini-skirt. Fishnets and stiletto heels, gothic jewelry completed the ensemble. Surprisingly Severus had been very helpful, and so when Harry had asked him to be his manager, it came as no surprise. When asked by the Dark Lord, Severus would remark that a dark witch would further their campaign. Lyrics backed up his claim, and Voldemort was satisfied, though often requested information about the girl Severus represented. Dumbledore was told that the girl was someone the Potions Master wished to rescue from the darkness, and that it'd help his case as a spy.

 

With both his Master's satisfied, Severus had continued furthering his hidden pupil's career. Harry was now performing gigs left and right, rising steadily through the charts to number one. He preformed his first concert before thousands of Witches and Wizards screaming his stage-name, and none were the wiser. Harry would sneak out beneath his Invisibility Cloak, and Severus would apparate him to his gigs. Soon, Harry was a famous celebrity, and not for something he had done as a baby. Not for death, not for destiny. But for a talent all his own, something real. Something tangible. Something Harry could be proud of.

 

And so, going into his seventh year, Harry found himself happy. Content with the way things were going, despite the war beginning, despite the return of the Dark Lord and his destiny, Harry found himself at peace with it all. It was going to be a good year, this one. After all, with Severus at his side, what could ruin the world he'd created for Lokii, Chaos Queen?