Hello and welcome to a new story!

This book was inspired by Hyaroo and "Hermione Granger's Guide to Gender-Flip Fanfiction" where I wanted to write a universe where all of the characters were of the opposite gender. I soon realised that the characters' backstories would soon change as would wizarding society.

In this chapter:

Hawthorne Evans = (male) Petunia Evans

Rowan Evans = (male) Lily Evans

Gracie Prince = (female) Severus Snape

Other characters will be introduced once they get to Hogwarts and I have up until their fifth year planned.

This is just a bit of fun and I (obviously) do not have any rights to the Harry Potter universe.

It was a bright summer's day in Cokeworth and two boys raced around the playground. The older boy was faster, as he had longer legs and was quite tall for his age (due to his rather elongated neck). He was a good ten paces ahead, but you could tell he was being slower than usual, giving his younger sibling a fighting chance. The younger boy charged after his brother, determined to win.

"I win, I win!" The eldest's smile gleamed, as his brother put on a burst of speed and overtook him at last second.

"Alright then, but I bet I can go higher than you can on the swings!"

"No you can't!" the youngest exclaimed, leaping onto the nearest swing. "I can go so much higher than you can!"

His brother just laughed and sat on the next swing, beginning to gain height.

The playground appeared to be deserted, except for the boys, yet a small girl was crouched behind a bush watching them. She was skinny and uncared for, her black hair hanging in greasy plaits. Her dark eyes were fixed on the pair with a mixture of awe and fear, as the youngest swung higher and higher than his brother.

"Rowan, don't! You'll get hurt!" The eldest suddenly remembered their mother making them promise not to swing that high. He panicked, as his brother let go of the swing at the height of its arc, catapulting forwards through the air. Rowan soared, staying up far too long and landing lightly on his toes, a great distance from the swings.

"I win!" Rowan exclaimed, his green eyes shining. "Did you see that Thorne?"

The older brother, Hawthorne, slowed his swing by dragging his feet along the ground; hurrying from the swings before they even stopped their motion. He tackled his younger brother into a hug and pulled him to his chest.

"Don't you dare do that again, Rowan. That was dangerous!"

Rowan looked quite startled by this display of affection and removed himself from his brother's embrace, while looking around the deserted playground to check if anyone had seen. The girl darted back behind her bush.

Finally satisfied that no one had seen him get embarrassed, Rowan returned the hug. "I didn't get hurt though, Hawthorne. I'm fine."

Hawthorne was not pleased by his brother's uncaring attitude, but said nothing more. How could he, when he had just seen his brother perform the impossible? It always troubled him when Rowan was able to do things which defied logic or didn't make sense, and in truth, it scared the hell out of him. If it was up to Hawthorne, he'd hide his little brother away from all those weird happenings and protect him from it all. However, it is hard to hide from what you don't understand and these strange occurrences seemed to be happening more and more often.

Hawthorne was shaken out of his thoughts, as Rowan grinned suddenly, mischief on the mind. "Race you to that bush!"

Taken by surprise at his brother's change of subject, Rowan followed. He even raced full-out this time, but Rowan got there first and by the time he arrived at that area of the playground, there was a squeal of shock and a skinny girl emerged.

Sliding to a stop, Hawthorne stared. What was she doing there? Rowan showed no outward surprise however and narrowed his green eyes at the girl, his red hair blazing.

"Were you spying on us?"

The dark haired girl opened and closed her mouth hopelessly, obviously regretting not having a better hiding place. She was red in the face with embarrassment. "I haven't been spying, its a public space!"

"Yes," said Hawthorne. "And you're the public disgrace!" Hawthorne was rather pleased with this remark and he turned to Rowan, trying to usher him away from the girl. "That's the girl that lives down Spinner's End by the river. Her mother drinks and her father is, well, weird!" His voice became rather shrill on the last word, horror and distaste mixed into a single syllable.

Rowan refused to let himself be tugged away by the arm, he tried to shake his brother away from him, but Hawthorne held on tight. Rowan was angry with the girl for spying on him (especially when receiving a hug), but he felt sorry for the verbal abuse that she had received from his brother. He couldn't judge her character if he didn't know anything about her, could he?

"What's your name?"

The dark haired girl looked like she wanted to merge into the bushes. More red spread across her cheeks, she tugged on one of her greasy plaits nervously.

"Gracie Prince."

If you thought this was any good, then please review (I don't like to beg for attention but your input would be much appreciated).

Hawthorne is more overprotective than Petunia, but still has a sharp tongue. Rowan doesn't make a flower open and close because of the discovery of Gracie and he didn't want to freak Hawthorne out.

In the following chapters, every character is going to be represented by the opposite gender, even the minor characters, just to make life interesting. However, I do have quite a bit planned before Gracie and Rowan join Hogwarts, so you might have to bare with me for a while.