Oh, GAWD! WHY DO I DO THIS?!?!?!

I have a lot more things I SHOULD be doing. Like finished my other fan fiction…or better yet - finishing my original novel! I am SO CLOSE to being done….but I just can't make myself sit down and write it! But I just HAD to write this! It's been in my brain forever now.

This was inspired by blastedgoose On DeviantART. She drew the versions of a gender bended Harry Potter universe, in which the gender of every character is opposite. I was thinking about how that would work out - and it lead to THIS. XD Oh my gosh, I'm so lame.

Anyway, even if you hate this, check out her drawing. It's awesome! Http : // blastedgoose . deviantart . Com / art / what - if - 21170568

Just take out the spaces!

And now….read!

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Harriet nervously gripped the handle of her trolley, which was loaded with her trunk and the cage which contained her new snowy owl companion. She looked at her ticket again - the one Ruby Hagrid gave her a month ago. It still read 'Platform 9 ¾' and she was still looking for such a platform. She was standing pass platform 9, but had not yet passed platform 10.

Groaning, Harriet's shoulders slumped. Was this just a big joke? That's what her realities had thought when they heard about her ticket. Aunt Verna had given Harriet a dreadful smirk, and Dee Dee, Harriet's whale of a cousin, had let out a shrill, laugh. Her Uncle Pete merely looked…pained, then kicked her out of the car.

"Oh, look at all these Muggles. It's always packed!"

Harriet looked over to the source of the new vocabulary - Muggle - she had just learned. It was a short, red headed man, who held hands with a little boy who looked just liked him - albeit, much skinner. Following the man and the boy were four red headed girls, all of them pushing a trolley and one even had an owl, like Harriet.

They must be witches - like her!

Taking a deep breath, Harriet pushed the trolley to catch up with the man and his children. "Excuse me - sir!" She stopped beside the man and his family, a few feet away from a brick wall. "Hello - uh, I'm new and I was wondering….could you tell me where Platform 9 ¾ is?"

The man chuckled. "Oh yes, don't worry sweetheart - it's Ronnie's first time at Hogwarts as well." Then, he pointed to the brick wall. "This is it, dear."

Harriet was sure the man was crazy. The man seemed to notice this and laughed. "Don't worry - Perdy, dear, why don't you show -"

"Harriet," she supplied.

"Yes, why don't you show Harriet how to get on to the platform?"

The tall girl with red hair that rested just above her shoulders - with not a hair out of place, unlike Harriet's untidy, waist length hair - nodded curtly, then pushed her trolley (she was the one with an owl) straight into the brick wall…but she merely phased through the solid obstacle.

"Frieda - you next!" said the man, pointed to one of the short twins.

"I'm not Frieda! I'm Georgia!" said the twin. "You call yourself our father!"

"Fine," said the man. "Georgia! Go!"

The twin ran toward the wall, going harmlessly through it. "And Dad, she was just kidding - I'm Georgia!" said the other twin before also going through the barrier.

"No, Harriet, dear, why don't you go through - before Ronnie?" asked the man.

"Daddy!" interrupted the small boy. "I want to go - please!"

"No, Gino, you're too young," said the man. "Next year." The little boy pouted.

Harriet then got up all her courage and ran toward the barrier…and thankfully, she didn't crack like an egg.

Harriet was awed by the sight in front of her - the scarlet train was magnificent. But instead of gawking, she thought it would be better to move out of the way before more people went through the barrier and hit her.

After finding her way onto the train, and getting help from Frieda and Georgia, the twins from earlier, with her trunk, Harriet found an empty compartment. It was five minutes later when the door opened again, and the youngest girl of the red headed clan stood in the threshold. Her hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, and she was fiddling with a hole in her shirt.

"Hello - can I sit here? Everywhere else is full," she asked.

"Of course," she said.

The girl sat down, then took a deep breath. "I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Ronnie Weasley."

"I'm Harriet Potter," she said.

"Oh wow - so you're really her? Harriet Potter?" she asked, and Harriet nodded. "So…you have…that scar?"

"Yes," she said, then pulled back her long bangs to reveal the lightening bolt scar that she had had for as long as she could remember. She usually liked to keep it hidden behind her bangs, which her Aunt and Uncle had encouraged.

"Wow!" said Ronnie in awe.

Harriet and Ronnie talked about their families - Harriet asked if all the people in her family were magical. "Yep," answered Ronnie.

"Wow," Harriet said, echoing Ronnie from earlier. "I wish I had three witch sisters."

"Actually - I have five." Ronnie said, who looked a little gloomy at this. "Billie and Charlene (but everyone but mum and dad call her Charlie) already graduated. Billie was head girl, and Charlie was captain of the House Quidditch team her last two years of school. Now Billie works in Egypt as a curse breaker, and Charlie works with dragons in Romania."

"Wow - dragons?" Harriet said.

"Yeah. And my other sister - Perdy - is a prefect, and probably will be head girl as well in two years. Frieda and Georgia don't do really well in school, but they're really popular with their jokes. Not really much the rest of my family hasn't done…and Gino is lucky - he's the only boy in the family. He's already…special."

"I'm sorry," she said. "But I'm sure it must be fun…living with so many people. I only have my cousin, Dee Dee, and she and her friends always put me down. And I get her hand-me-downs - and they fit me as well as a elephant's skin would fit a cat."

Ronnie grinned a little. "Oh, I know! I get a lot of hand-me-downs, too. It's dreadful!"

For the rest of the train ride, Ronnie and Harriet ate the sweets that Harriet had bought when the Candy Trolley had passed by their door. Ronnie even showed Harriet her pet rat, Scabbers. "She doesn't do much," said Ronnie. "Actually, she's pretty pathetic. She was Perdy's, but she got a new owl."

Sometime during the ride, a round faced girl, who looked as if she would burst into tears, peeked into their compartment. "Sorry - have you seen a toad? I lost mine…."

"Nope, sorry," said Harriet. The girl left, looking miserable.

"Why would she even bother looking?" asked Ronnie. "Toads are disgusting."

A while later, a tall, gangly boy with frizzy brown hair walked into their compartment, followed closely by the round faced girl from before. "Have you seen a toad? Nelly lost hers," he said.

"We already said we didn't," said Ronnie..

"Oh," said the boy, pointing to the wand that Ronnie had raised, about to perform a spell that Georgia had taught him on Scabbers. "You're about to do magic? Let's see."

The spell was a dud though, and Ronnie blushed in embarrassment. The boy mentioned that it probably wasn't a real spell, then mentioned that he had tried a few spells himself, and they had worked. "And by the way," he said. "I'm Herman Granger. Who are you?"

"Ronnie Weasley," she mumbled.

"Harriet Potter."

"Oh my! I've read about you," said Herman. You defeated You-Know-Who! The darkest witch of our time."

"Um…yes," said Harriet. Hagrid had told her when she was buying her school supplies that she had defeated the dark witch that Herman was talking about - but she couldn't hardly remember it! Before that day, a month ago, she though that he mum and dad had died in a car crash. But, now she knew that they were magic, and were killed by this dark witch.

Herman and Nelly left soon after that, but they soon had more visitors. It was the pale girl with platinum blonde hair that Harriet had met while getting fitted for her uniforms.

"So it's true," she said in a high pitched voice. "Harriet Potter is coming to Hogwarts." The girl gave Harriet a smirk, then motioned to her companions, two plump girls. "This is Vina Crabbe, and Gretchen Goyle. And I am Drea Malfoy."

Ronnie laughed at this, and Drea Malfoy glared at her. "Think my name is funny? I'm sure I already know yours," she said in a haughty tone. "A Weasley, but the look of your red hair, and hand-me-downs." Ronnie blushed again.

Drea then offered Harriet her hand, telling her she could teach Harriet the right sort, from the wrong sort.

"I think I can figure that out for myself, thank you," said Harriet coolly.

Drea sneered. "Fine. Have it your way, Potter." She flipped her long blonde hair over he shoulder, then walked out of the compartment.

It was then that they decided that they should get their robes on (with a little prod from Herman Granger, who reappeared again, telling them they were close to Hogwarts). Ronnie's blush was completely gone from her face; instead she was very pale. "My sister Frieda says it hurts to be sorted. But I'm sure she was joking…right?"

Harriet couldn't answer.

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It turned out, though, that Frieda was joking. The thing that was to sort them was…a hat.

A stern looking man with severely cut brown hair, which was graying in some areas, greeted them, introducing himself as Professor McGonagall lead them to the stool and old hat at the front of the Great Hall. The hat sang, describing each house, then names were called. And one by one, they were sorted.

"Abbot, Hayden." Hufflepuff.

"Bones, Steve." Hufflepuff.

"Boot, Terra." Ravenclaw.

"Brown, Laurence." Gryffindor.

"Finch-Fletchley, Justine." Hufflepuff.

"Granger, Herman." The bossy boy from the train was sorted into Gryffindor. He was very happy about this.

"Longbottom, Nelly." Was even sorted into Gryffindor. She looked over surprised about this.

"Malfoy, Drea." Was almost immediately sorted into Slytherin, as were her two friends.

On and on this went, until finally Harriet's name was called, which was followed by many whispers. Harriet found herself on the stool, with the had falling over he glasses. The had considered putting her in Slytherin and Gryffindor, but Harriet pushed for Gryffindor, and finally, she was sorted into this house.

Dena Thomas was also sorted into Gryffindor after Harriet, and Ronnie was also sorted into the same house.

The last person, who ended up in Slytherin, was Blaise Zabini.

The Headmistress, Abby Dumbledore, stood and said a few words ("Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!") and food appeared on all the tables.

Harriet and Ronnie began to stuff their faces - Harriet wondered if Ronnie ate likes this all the time. If so, she had no idea how she remained so thin. Harriet was half listening to Sydney Finnegan's story of how his wizard father telling his Muggle mother that he was a wizard, and Nelly telling everyone how her Grandfather and the rest of her family thought she was a Squib.

When Harriet was beginning to get full, she started looking around the magical Great Hall, and up at the staff. Hagrid was there, and Harriet waved at the gigantic woman. Sitting near Professor McGonagall was Professor Quirrell - Harriet had met her in Diagon Alley a few weeks ago. But there was another professor staring straight into Harriet's eyes. A pale woman with short black hair.

Harriet's scar ached.

"Perdy?" Harriet asked the Weasley sitting next to her. "Who is that - next to Professor Quirrell?"

"Professor Severine Snape. She's the Potions Mistress. Of course, everyone knows she wants to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts," Perdy said offhandedly.

"Oh," said Harriet, rubbing her scar. If she didn't know any better, she would say that it was Professor Snape that had made her scar hurt so much.

After they were done eating, and singing the school song, Headmistress Dumbledore sent them off to their dormitories. The portrait of the Fat Gentleman guarded Gryffindor Tower, and it was to him that they gave the password to.

Harriet, Ronnie, Nelly, Sydney and Dena shared the first year girls' dormitory, and all five sleepily got ready for bed. When Harriet finally settled down into bed, she shortly heard the quiet breathing from her dorm mates all around her. It was comforting to hear this sound. And the bed was much better than her cot in her cupboard under the stairs. These are the things that lulled Harriet Potter to sleep with a grin on her face.

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Oh my gosh! I'm done! That didn't take too long….and it was really fun to do! Oh my gosh! Too much fun! It's making me think of doing more….darn! This was supposed to be a oneshot! DARN! L Sigh. Well, if it gets good reviews, maybe I'll do a 'summary' of every year. I'm dying to put girl versions of the Marauders and the three Champions from forth year into this! :P

Gosh. And to clarify - it was killing me to decide what the last names should be. Since the genders are switched, technically it should be Harriet Evans (as it is now Jamie Potter and Lee Evans) and the woman is suppose to take on the husband's last name, so it would be Jamie Evans…and same for the Weasley's! Molly Prewitt = Morty Prewitt (the man at Kings Cross) but I decided not to change last names. Since everything it this world is gender bended - so are traditions! The new tradition in this AU is that the man takes on the woman's last name! So there! :P

Anyway - I hope you liked it! I made up some of the names, because not all the characters were in the fanart by blasted goose - and that was fun! :D Please review!!!!

-Rose