Girl Code

Author: S.O.F.

Rating: T (may go up later)

Pairings: Sam/Harry and/or Dean/Harry (haven't decided, so don't try to influence me :P )

Disclaimer: I don't own neither Supernatural, neither Harry Potter. But if I add any OCs then they are mine.

Warnings: slash, het, AU for HP after GoF, Harry's potty mouth and the fact that I don't want to take this much too seriously at all, so my weird and not-too-funny humor, this chapter not being beta-ed (other things might be added later)

Notes: at the end

Prologue

On a usual day Harry James Potter woke up, brushed his teeth, went to shower, dressed, drank coffee, ate something, went back to brush his teeth again, grabbed another cup of coffee on his way down and went to do what he wanted to do. His morning routine was not disturbed as his friends learned after spending seven years with him in a dormitory that a disturbed Harry Potter was a bit vindictive and downright scary after waking up and not having his favorite drink before he uttered even one word. He was like a zombie before he downed two cups of the black liquid, but he denied any comments about him being an addict to caffeine. He could stop anytime, but he didn't want to. And would you leave him alone, pretty please, he was supposed to defeat Lord Voldemort so he could have coffee anytime he wanted or did they want to do the job by themselves? Yeah, he thought so.

He wasn't a coffee addict. Really.

And his friends will go to hell, if they tried their little stunt with bribing Dobby to not make any coffee, he wasn't adverse to the idea of slowly roasting them alive and giving them to Norbert as a peace offering for taking and egg from under her during fourth year in the Triwizard Tournament.

After explaining this idea to his frightened and bound audience, they agreed to not pull off something like that again. After removing their gags and spending a few days in the tender care of Madame Pomfrey (or in the case of Ron Weasley, who spent several months with a psychiatrist trying to lessen his resurfaced fear of spiders) the perpetrators agreed to one little rule concerning Harry Potter waking habits, to not get into a situation like the previous one.

Don't come between Harry James Potter and his coffee. Especially his first cup. If you do, you won't even be able to found using werewolves as hunters to track your body parts. After his second cup, you might get a bit unrecognizable even by your mother, but you were the idiot who didn't honor the holy union between the Golden Boy and the Black Gold of Caffeine.

So don't do that, if you would like to live a happy, unscarred life filled with happiness and like to have your ability to procreate.

Things went a little out of control on a fine Monday after Voldemort's defeat; when our hero discovered something very big change before his first coffee in his room, next to the room from where the snoring of Sirius Black could be heard, his godfather, who wouldn't shut up even after being almost smothered by a pillow. And being kicked out of his bed and hit a few times for good measure, but the man remained blissfully unaware and continues to snore rather loudly.

And this was the sound that reached the young hero's ears and made him a bit homicidal after banging a few times on the wall to stop the noise, then getting over to his room and trying to wake him up with no results.

He then proceeded to go back to his room and fall over his foot cursing loud the whole time and banging into objects which he didn't know were in his room at all.

He flopped on his back and stared at the ceiling trying to find out what was his previous destination, before he ended up on his back. Sadly his head felt full of cotton candy and the gears of his mind simply didn't want to work at all. He sat up and almost thrown up on the floor but he held himself back because it would have been very degrading and undignified to sit in his own vomit while trying to reboot his brain that seemed to go on a vacation and forget to leave a note to him about his departure.

Then a new feeling took over him and he got up without any care to his heaving stomach and started his trek to the bathroom as his bladder hurt from not going to pee for these long hours and his head felt like a giant hippogriff herd went through over him the previous night. Only not.

Instead he consumed more than enough alcohol to last more than a lifetime and the aftereffects made him realize that he probably was a lightweight in drinking. But could you blame our poor hero? He was having a party with his friends who remained strangely alive through the last year of the war to celebrate his defeat of You-Know-Who.

"No. I don't know who. Why don't you simply call him on his name? Voldemort. It's easy, only nine letters, yet everyone seems to be inclined to use those ridiculous titles. Dark Lord my ass. He was an idiot with full of idiotic ideals of a racist who didn't want to think through his brilliancy, because he believed in his genius mindset. Fucking idiot of a fucker who should have dropped dead after seeing himself in a fucking mirror, for fuck's sake! Oh sake… I shouldn't have drunk so much…"

Harry also liked to indulge in mumbling to himself when there wasn't anybody looking or when there was somebody looking. Usually he didn't even realize that he was talking out loud, at other times he told others his opinion about things in a rather blunt manner and he tried to break himself of the habit, but he didn't have too much of a success because most of the time he wasn't aware that he was doing it again.

Harry James Potter wasn't a happy camper at the time and his usual morning cheerfulness was replaced with giant black clouds hanging over his head and rhythmical drums beating right next to his ears. No, he wasn't feeling happy at all and he suddenly wished that the idiot who invented alcohol was six-feet under, so he could dance on his grave after his headache stopped.

Wait a second.

"They were always drunk people, so I guess that idiot is already dead. But who the hell was he? Note to self: ask Hermione later when head doesn't hurt anymore."

Arriving to the bathroom he tripped over the threshold and had to hold on to the basin as he righted himself still half-asleep. He went to the toilet and with his pants down he tried to get a hold of his dick only to grab thin air.

With tremendous power he pried one of his eyes open and looked down only to have both of his eyes snap open and stare at his manhood. Which wasn't there. He stared harder at the place where it was supposed to be and started to become a bit confused by its absence.

He tried to articulate, but his throat was a bit sketchy, so he only managed a bewildered 'whrewhre' sound. His next attempt made a bit more sense.

"What the hell?" and he rubbed his eyes in case he was only hallucinating and this was just a very weird dream. He pinched himself and swear as the little pain made his head throb again. He forget about his 'little' problem while he tried to locate the right potion for hangovers, with his pants still pooled around his feet.

He managed to down a phial and he rubbed his temple, struggling to just will his headache away or to make the potion react faster.

Few minutes later he could think without having to try really hard and his symptoms lessened to a bearable level. He slumped against the basin and looked at his reflection, instead of looking down at his hips in terror. He studied the face in front of him and wondered.

"Do my eyelashes look longer? Were my cheekbones this delicate looking?" he asked from no one and leant a bit more to see more clearly as his eyes were still a bit foggy with sleep. And then something pressed into his chest and he felt pain, making him curse again then take a step back as his hand came up to touch the place that hurt.

Harry paled as he felt something soft and squishy under his hand and looked down in horror, which was only reserved to times when Tom acted especially idiotic or when Ginny tried to seduce him or when the mediwizard tried to tell him that no he wasn't blind it's just a bandage on his eyes and before he reminded him that he accepted to have his sight repaired. But this time the objects of his look of horror were the two mounds on his chest revealed by him ripping his shirt in his haste to see with his own eyes. He let out a strangled sound then promptly did something he later vehemently denied.

He fainted.

On his way down he banged his head into the tub so he had a few minutes out cold, but his fall made quite a loud sound and a few occupants of the house were woken up. Including one Hermione Jane Granger, extraordinary witch who broke every record in Hogwarts' History when all of her NEWT's were Outstanding and was considered as the braniac of the school. She heard a thud, then another, then the breaking of a glass from the next room, so she jumped out of her bed, swayed on her feet a bit, then grabbed a Hangover Potion (which wasn't as needed, as she wasn't too drunk the previous night) and drank it as she stepped into Harry's room. She put the vial down on the bedside table and saw the light from the slightly open bathroom door.

She went closer and tentatively called out.

"Harry? Are you in there?"

There wasn't any answer so she braced herself and opened the door wider, but it was stuck and wouldn't open totally. She stuck in her head and looked around the down, to see what cause the resistance. She shrieked when she saw her fallen best friend and pushed the door more to let her in.

She squeezed herself inside and immediately went down to her knees to check on his vitals. He had a steady heartbeat and she touched the bump on his head, feeling its size and wincing in pity for him. She grabbed him on his shoulders and tried to haul him over, but she was wedged in the confined place.

She attempted to turn him over again, so she out her arms under his arms, but quickly let go when she felt something soft under her hands. She turned red as she tentatively reached out and touched his chest again and felt the same thing again. She withdrawn her hands when she realized that he had woman breasts and she felt him up when she touched him a few seconds ago.

"Harry? Harry? Wake up Harry!"

She shook him and stared at his back with teary eyes. She collected all of her Gryffindor bravery and turned him over. Getting a look of his body she shrieked which woke up those lucky one who were not awake and the ones who was were drawn to the shrill voice unlike anything they've ever heard.

Sirius was the first one to break down Harry's bedroom's door and he instantly made his way to the bathroom door. He stuck in his head like Hermione did and stared at her hovering over Harry's scandalously dressed front.

"What's happening Hermione? Don't tell me you decided to rape my godson at this early hour?" he asked taking in Harry's clothes and Hermione's red face as she covered every exposed part of Harry's new anatomy.

"Sirius! It's not the time for your jokes! There's something wrong with Harry!" she turned around and exclaimed in a hysteric way and he was stuck with the view of Harry's body. He struggled to breath as he took in the new development and spun on his heel to hide his blush.

What exactly a former-fugitive could do when his godson wasn't his godson anymore, but his goddaughter?

He didn't dwell on it, instead went to the bed and pulled off the sheet, then marched back to the door and with his head turned away he threw in the cloth.

"Cover him. Er… Her. And I will open the door. Try to move him… her."

Hermione nodded as she spread the white cloth over him and Sirius pulled all of his weight to open the door. Hermione bent their legs and cuddled Harry into her form to make his job more easier. Upon opening the door, he stepped in and took the white-clad figure into his arms and Hermione stood up from her spot. Sirius looked into her eyes then sighed.

"What will happen now?" she asked from him and he was suddenly struck with how young she was.

"Now, you're waking up everyone in the house and tell the adults to gather inside the dining room. You call Dumbledore and tell him to bring Snape."

"And you?" she asked already rehearsing what she would say to the headmaster.

"I will stay with her. This might not even be Harry, so we have to be careful. Tell Albus that it's very important."

Hermione nodded then jogged off to alert everyone. Sirius stood up and walked to the door then gently closed it with a spell. He looked over his shoulder and saw the girl on the bed. He sighed again and dragged a chair next to it, feeling too old.

He slumped and rubbed his eyes feeling a headache build behind them and settled in to wait for the others.

"Why is it always you, squirt?" he snorted after a few minutes.

Harry James Potter was having a ridiculous dream about waking up one day and finding out that he was a girl. 'What an idiotic thing to dream about.' He thought before he jerked awake, hit by a Rennervate.

"I'll tell you this only once, you idiot mutt. It's Potter. And I don't know what the idiot did, to turn himself into that, so I don't know how to reverse it."

Harry stared at them uncomprehending the situation and tried to figure out why were they arguing over his head, and why was he only clothed in an airy sheet. He shifted and sat up, making the sheet fall of his chest, and there was a choking sound as Sirius dived in to knock Snape off his feet. Hermione jumped into his sight and grabbed the sheet to pull over his chest and he stared down at her hands when she touched something which shouldn't be that big on him. He jumped when he saw his breasts and his hand went to touch himself to assure that he still had his family jewels. Instead of them he found a mound and his eyes went wide when his fingers touched wet folds. Realizing this he yanked out his hand from under the sheet and stared into Hermione's brown eyes for guidance. She shook her head and the wrestling of Sirius and Snape was broken up by a blushing Remus. In the background Dumbledore continued to munch on a lemon drop with much gusto.

"What happened with me?"

The question made things go silent at once. The wrestlers stopped and stood up, Remus took a step back from them in case a fight broke out again. Snape dusted himself off and stared at Harry in mild disdain.

"It seems like you managed to turn yourself into a woman Potter. Would you please tell us how you managed to do this?" growled out the Potions Professor with a scathing look in Sirius's direction.

Harry stared at him and his anger quickly replaced his confusion.

"Do you think, that if I did this with myself I would be so surprised about this, Professor?" he asked with menace and glared at him.

"It's apparent that you've no control over your magic Potter, so it's only natural that the first to be blamed is you for this development." Came the snappish answer from Snape and Harry looked down ashamed of his weakness being brought up again. "And then there is the fact that no traces of poison were found in your fluids."

Harry looked down into his lap when a word caught his attention. "Wait a sec! What do you mean by fluids?"

Snape sneered at him with clear distaste then looked at the Headmaster with a questioning look. The old man stood up from his place on the comfy couch and stared at his new friend a bit forlornly before taking his position in the matter.

"I believe that Harry didn't change his own gender, even magic has its limitations without the necessary control from its user. However we need to figure out how was this done before it gets leaked out to the wrong people… Voldemort might be dead, but he is not the only one who could gain something of this… change." He summed up properly the situation which left the room occupants stare ahead somberly.

"I get the whole depressing and general gloomy feeling, but you still didn't answer my question! What fluids were you talking about?"

In different small towns on the other side of the Great Pond two brothers were adding the finishing touch to their own hunts (for a poltergeist and for the last bag of chips) without knowing about the plight of one pissed off Harry James Potter.

AN: So anyone up for the challenge of betaing this monstrosity for me? I would be very, very happy if someone would help me out a bit to make the words and sentences flow easier as my first language isn't English and this is my first longer fanfic. About the disclaimer: I just sort of started writing this after watching SPN Season 2. I'm an avid slash fan, so most of the time I cringe when I see genderbend stories, but as I said in the beginning I don't believe that this will be too serious. Maybe once or twice it will, but don't expect too much of me.

Reviews are always welcomed. :)