Title: Rose Lily Potter – The Metamorphmagus-Who-Lived

Summary: Rose Lily Potter was born a Metamorphmagus, a boy named Harry Potter. She has grown up as a girl for most of her life, and firmly believes she is a girl. However, the wizarding world believes she is a boy, and knows her as the Boy-Who-Lived – though her parents lived during that fateful Halloween night as well. How will she cope at Hogwarts, when everyone – aside from her family and close childhood friends, one being Susan Bones - believes she is Harry Potter, a boy?

Rating: M

Warnings: Metamorphmagus!Girl!Harry; Transgender Issues, James-And-Lily-Live; Fem-Slash; Sexual Situations Involving Underage Characters, Depictions and Emphasis of Natural Female Development, Emphasis on Politics, Ancient and Noble Houses; Lords and Ladies; Severe Character Bashing – Dumbledore, some Weasleys and others; other warnings labeled individually in chapters.

Main Ships: (Girl!Harry = Rose) Rose/Hermione/Susan, James/Lily, Sirius/Amelia

Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns the characters and the world of Harry Potter. I do not. I just like to play in her sandbox. No copyright infringement intended.

Chapter 1
Rose Lily Potter

On Platform Nine-And-Three-Quarters,in London, England, young witches and wizards were running and bustling about as they boarded the beautiful, scarlet steam engine known as the Hogwarts Express. Others were saying goodbye to their family, some of which – student and family both – were a bit weepy.

One of these students was known as Rose Lily Potter. Rose was a bit more special than usual amongst the witches and wizards. Rose was a Metamorphmagus, though her parents had not known that until she was fifteen months old. She was also born with the appearance a boy, so James and Lily Potter assumed they had a son. For the first fifteen months of her life, Rose looked like a boy – a boy named Harry Potter. Then on Halloween of 1981, her life changed in more than one way.

A Dark wizard – some say was the Darkest of the age – attacked Rose's family in their cottage in Godric's Hollow. If you ask Rose's parents, they would say that they were very, very lucky to have survived that attack. They said many times over that Voldemort had suffered from bloodlust for his target – Rose, or as she was known then, Harry. Not knowing he had done it, Voldemort had simply knocked Rose's father, then mother out of the way with spells, rendering them unconscious but alive. Then he went after his target. Because of Lily Potter's intended sacrifice, she had protected Rose with unknown magic – they still did not know everything about what had happened. Voldemort's Killing Curse back-fired, and hit the Dark wizard. What happened to the wizard, nobody knew. Rose's parents didn't think Voldemort had died that night. After all, where was the body?

As for the young child, two things happened. One, Harry had changed into a girl. Seeing her mother hurt on the nursery floor in front of her had changed her emotionally, mentally and physically. Her Metamorphmagus talents came to light, and she had changed herself to look like a young version of her mother. She only changed back physically to a boy a few times over her life, but always returned to being a girl. The other change was that she had a scar on her forehead, the only injury from the attack. It was from a Dark curse, so it could not be healed. Even her Metamorph talents could not remove it.

James and Lily Potter had given their child the name of Rose, after they realized she was not changing back to Harry voluntarily. Soon enough they realized she wanted to remain a girl. After the attack, the Potters fled Great Britain, fearing that their child would be in danger from Voldemort and his followers. A few of their friends followed along with them. They moved to Isle Potter, one of the Potter family properties, and had stayed there until Rose received her letter to Hogwarts.

Only... Rose's name was not on the letter. It was Harry's. Rose's parents realized that nobody but their family and closest friends knew about Rose's identity. They thought she was a boy named Harry Potter. They also knew of him as the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry was a celebrity in the wizarding world, because he had survived the Killing Curse.

Rose decided she would go to Hogwarts, but she would not be Harry. She would correct them when it came time. And she would do it herself. Her parents would only help if she needed it.

Rose was not an only child in her family. She had a sister, Chrysanthemum – usually known as Chrys - and two brothers, Charlie and Alex. None of them were Metamorphs. Chrys and Charlie were twins – they were nearly two years younger than her. Her youngest brother, Alex, was a little over three years younger than her.

Rose gave an 'oomph' when Alex clutched onto her around her waist, hugging her.

"Do you have to go, Rosie?" Alex asked.

"Yes, Alex," Rose said, "We talked about this."

Alex pouted. "I know we did. I thought you might have changed your mind."

Rose bent to a knee and looked at her brother. "I have to introduce myself to everyone, Alex."

"Because everyone thinks you are a boy?" Alex asked.

"Yeah," Rose said, "And I have to go learn magic – well, more magic than Mum and Daddy have taught me."

"And you can join the Quidditch team!" Alex said.

"First years never make the team, Alex," Charlie said, as he pulled his brother away from Rose. "You know that."

"She can change that!" Alex said, "I know she can!"

Rose made another 'oomph' when Chrys and Charlie hugged her at the same time. Charlie was already nearly as tall as her, even though he was younger by two years She could be taller if she wanted to. She just didn't want to. She hugged the twins back, not surprised that they hugged her at the same time. The twins did nearly everything together. The only things they didn't share – besides the same height, to Chrys' chagrin – was baths and beds. Though more often than not, they did end up in the same bed, even if their parents didn't exactly approve, given gender differences. Baths were a 'no sharing zone' though.

"Do you know what house you'll be in?" Chrys asked, when she and her brother backed up.

"Gryffindor or Ravenclaw," Rose said. "Doesn't matter to me."

"As long as its not Slytherin," Charlie said, "Dad would kill you."

"I would not," James Potter said, "Merely ground her when she got home."

"James!" Lily scolded, "He's joking, sweetheart."

"Yes, I guess I am," James said, grinning; he looked over Rose, "The Blacks are here! As is Remus."

James waved a high hand, and Rose looked over her shoulder. Her godfather, Sirius Black, and his wife, Amelia were making their way across the platform with their children, including Amelia's niece, Susan Bones, and the family friend of the Blacks and Potters, Remus Lupin. Susan was one of Rose's best childhood friends, and the only kid her age she had known most of her life. Sirius and Amelia also had children of their own – boy and girl twins, Eli and Marlene – and a son, Reggie. Sirius and James often joked that mimicked each other when having kids – if you included Sirius' adopted daughter, Susan. However, Marlene and Eli were three years younger than Rose and Susan, and Reggie was four years younger.

"Rosie!" Susan said, as she ran over and hugged her.

"Merlin's bo – bones, Susan!" Rose said, catching herself before she used a swear-word, "You saw me three days ago."

"I'm just excited!" Susan said, "We're going to Hogwarts! You ready?"

"Yes, Susan," Rose said, "I am. Mostly."

"Mostly?" Susan asked, then her eyes widened, as if she just remembered why Rose was nervous, "Oh. Right. Yeah... don't worry too much about that. I'll help if needed!"

"As will we, Rose," Amelia said, "If you have any trouble, tell us. I have a voice in the Ministry, you know."

"As do Sirius and I as seats on the Wizengamot," James said, "If the Ministry decides to interfere with you, we will be ready."

Rose nodded. She knew she could deal with it at Hogwarts. The Ministry of Magic was another question entirely.

"Ten minutes!" the conductor announced, using a Sonorous Charm "Ten minutes until we're off!"

"Better go, you two," Lily said. "Come and hug me. You too, Susan."

Rose hugged her mother, then went down the line and hugging most of the family she had grown up with over the past decade. She blushed lightly when Remus rubbed her head after hugging her. She had had a little fancy for him growing up and never had any bad reactions about his illness. He might have been as old as her parents, but Rose didn't care when it came to an innocent fancy. Rose wasn't thinking about serious fancies yet.

When all the hugging, some of it tearful - was done – Lily and her siblings hugging her more than once – Lily told them to go.

"Dora said she'd look in on you girls later," Sirius said.

Dora Tonks was another one of Rose's best friends, though Dora was six years older than her, and in her last year at Hogwarts. Dora was also a Metamorphmagus like her. She had taught Rose most of what she knew when it came to her Metamorph talents.

Rose picked up her carry-on bag, and the cage which held her owl, Hedwig. She led Susan onto the train, and they walked along the corridors. Rose glanced in windows as she walked, only at passing glances. Even though her scar was covered by her auburn fringe, she didn't want to cause rumors just yet.

The train had left Platform Nine and Three Quarters and was beginning its journey through London, by the time they found a possibility. There was a carriage with only one student inside, a girl who appeared to be their age. Rose nodded into the carriage, and opened it. A bushy-haired girl was sitting there, reading Hogwarts, A History. She looked up when Rose cleared her throat.

"Oh, hello," the girl said.

"Are you saving those seats for anyone?" Rose asked.

The girl shook her head. "You can join me. If... if you want to."

"We'd love to!" Rose said.

The girl blushed. She led Susan inside, then shut the door behind her.

"Want to see some cool spells we already know?" Rose asked, after setting Hedwig's cage and her bag on an overhead rack.

"Sure!" the girl said.

Rose took her Holly wand from her jeans pocket and pointed it at the door.

"Muffliato!" Rose said. "The Muffliato Charm. Anyone who passes by the door will not hear us. They'll simply hear something similar a buzzing of bees in their ear. Nonanimadverto. The Notice-Me-Not Charm. Muffliato isn't usually needed with this one. I was just showing it off. Anyway, nobody passing by will even notice this carriage being here. However, a modified version of the spell is useful – simply think of names who you want to be immune to the spell. For example, I named a friend of mine who might look for me. And I named the Snack Lady, so she can bring snacks for us to buy."

"Brilliant!" the girl said, "I've never heard of either of those!"

"Well, no, you wouldn't have," Rose said, "They're my Mum's inventions, and she has not put them in books yet.

"Oh," the girl said, "I think I'll like your mother! I've tried a few simple spells just for practice and it's all worked for me. Nobody in my family's magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it's the very best school of witchcraft there is, I've heard — I've learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough — I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?"

She said all this very fast.

Rose looked at Susan, and she nodded, which meant Susan thought Rose should tell Hermione her secret.

"I am Susan Bones," Susan said.

"I am Rose Potter," Rose said.

"Potter?" Hermione asked, "Are you any relation to Harry Potter, the – um – ah -"

"Boy-Who-Lived," Susan supplied.

"Yeah, that," Hermione said, "I didn't want to say it, if you are. I thought it might be rude of me."

"Hermione, there is something I need to tell you," Rose said. "Something that nobody but my family and friends know. Simply because we've been away from Britain since late 1981. We only came back recently. Don't worry about keeping it a secret. It will come out before the evening is over. Hermione, I was born Harry Potter."

"Oh," Hermione said, her eyes widened, "So... you're transgender? Oh, shoot. I'm sorry! That is so rude of me. Must be so personal!"

Rose chuckled. "No, it is alright. Muggles will probably think of me as a post-op transgender, yes, if they don't see me as a girl. In reality, I am a Metamorphmagus. Do you know what that is?"

Hermione frowned and shook her head. "Nothing I've read discusses it."

"That's alright," Rose said, "Metamorphmagus – also known as Metamorphs, or Metamorphmagi – are very rare. Advanced stuff. We are born with the talents."

Rose closed her eyes and opened them. Soon she was an identical twin of Susan Bones. Susan giggled, and Hermione gasped.

"Blimey!" Hermione exclaimed.

"You only turn into me to annoy the twins!" Susan said, "Both sets!"

Rose turned her back to her normal appearance, then changed her hair and eyes different colors every second. Then she inhaled and exhaled a few times, and closed her eyes.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, "Does it hurt to do it?"

"No," Susan said, "She's showing you someone who she rarely likes being. In fact, this will probably be the only time you'll see him."

Rose morphed herself until soon she looked like what she thought her boy-form of Harry Potter would look like.

"This is who I would have been if I remained a boy," Rose said, "Harry Potter. But... I consider myself a girl. I have for most of my life."

She turned back to her normal appearance with long auburn hair and emerald eyes.

Susan giggled, then it turned into raucous laughter.

"What is so funny?" Hermione asked.

"I-imagine if she was wearing her school outfit when she did that!" Susan said, giggling, "She'd look like a boy wearing a skirt!"

Hermione blushed red, then covered her mouth. Rose growled and glared at her friend.

"Sorry, Rosie," Susan said, "I know being your boy form is a touchy subject."

"So," Hermione said, clearing her throat and placing her hands on her book and lap, "I assume – um – you have – everything we do as a girl."

"Yes," Rose said, "Everything. I'll even be experiencing monthly cycles and –"

Susan nudged her before she could continue.

"What, Susan?" Rose said, "She needs to know. She's a Muggleborn who doesn't know about it."

"Let her find out for herself," Susan said.

"Find out what?" Hermione asked, frowning; obviously she did not like not knowing, "Is there something I need to know about being a witch?"

"Yes," Susan said, "When you get a chance, go to the library and get the book Growing Up Witch – Part II."

"There's a part two?" Hermione asked, "I have part one."

"Part two is not sold on public bookshelves," Susan said, "In fact, you'll have to get the book from the librarian. Boys are not permitted to know about some of the topics in that book."

Hermione nodded. "I'll get it tomorrow."

"Okay," Rose said, "Anyway, yes. If you see me naked - in a shower for example – you'll see I look like a girl."

Hermione blushed. "Oh..."

"Most of the time," Susan giggled.

Rose glared at her. "That rarely happens! I can control it now! Most of the time..."

"Er... what?" Hermione asked.

"Every once in a while," Rose said, "Boy's bits appear where my girl's bits should be. Even when I look like a girl."

Hermione's eyes widened. "Oh, I see..."

"A friend of mine – my Metamorph tutor – Dora Tonks, a seventh year in Hogwarts," Rose said, "She said it might get worse during puberty. She mentioned... wet dreams and other stuff. I could wake up after... some dreams, and find myself with boy's bits that are – er – aroused."

"Oh!" Hermione said, "Awkward..."

"Yes," Rose said. "It also means I am capable of both being pregnant and fathering children."

"Wow," Hermione said, "That's – so... you could have a male or female mate? Or both?"

"Yes," Rose said. "I don't know my preference yet. A bit young for that."

"So... when did it happen?" Hermione asked. "Your... change?"

"October 31st, 1981," Rose said, "Halloween. The wizarding world believes it was the creation of the Boy-Who-Lived. That is who they know me as - Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. My parents were lucky to survive that night. I was lucky to survive. But I did. From what I know – what my Pensieve memories tell me – after the attack, I was staring at my mother's body. I thought she was dead, you see. And I was so emotional. And all of a sudden, I changed into a girl, looking just like her when she was a baby. In fact, right now, I am nearly a carbon copy of her as an eleven year old, apparently. So she says. The other thing I came away with that night will not leave even with my talents."

She brushed away her fringe, revealing her lightning bolt shaped scar.

"The Killing Curse hit me there," Rose said, "And bounced back and hit Voldemort."

Rose expected Hermione to flinch or gasp. So did Susan. Hermione did neither.

"Wow," Susan said, "Finally. Someone who can react well to his name."

"Am I not supposed to?" Hermione asked, frowning, "I didn't know."

"It doesn't matter," Susan said, "People flinch when they hear his name because of the Taboo in the Great War. In the war, when anyone said his name, he or his followers showed up and attacked that person. So nobody says it."

"I can understand that," Hermione said, her eyes wide.

"If you can say it – and not flinch when you hear it - you're braver than most," Rose said, "Including most Gryffindors."

"Oh, Gryffindor!" Hermione said, "I want to go there. There or Ravenclaw."

"Me too," Rose said.

"Gryffindor or Hufflepuff for me," Susan said.

"Maybe we can all be in the same house then!" Hermione said.

"That would be brilliant!" Rose said.

"Do you want to be our friend, Hermione?" Susan asked.

Hermione nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, I'd love to, if that is alright."

"You seem to support me being... well, me," Rose said.

"Of course I do!" Hermione said, "It is what you want. Besides, I like having girlfriends better. I-I mean – girls who are friends." She blushed almost as red as Rose's hair. "Um... why wouldn't I support it?"

"Well," Rose said, sighing, "Most everyone else will see me as Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived."

"Really?" Hermione asked.

"So she thinks," Susan said.

"To the wizarding world, I am Harry Potter – the Boy-Who-Lived," Rose said, "There are – are – fictitious children's books about Harry! A whole series! About me, as a boy, from a toddler to – well, the fictitious date of today for the epilogue! All because the Killing Curse failed on me, and we don't know why."

"Ooh," Hermione said, "I saw those books, but have not read them. I'll avoid them if they're untrue and they make you mad."

"Thanks," Rose said.

"And if they know you as the Girl-Who-Lived soon?" Susan asked.

"I – I don't know," Rose said, "It would be better."

"Because they'd see you as a girl?" Hermione asked.

"Yes," Rose said, "Harry is supposed to be a celebrity. A savior of the wizarding world. I just know they will expect me to be Harry, simply because he is the champion of the Light. Just watch. The wizarding world will raise a fuss because Harry Potter technically does not exist anymore. What is worse is this – nobody, nobody at all, except for you two and my closest family and friends knows I am Rose Potter. Our Headmaster does not know, our Professors do not know."

"That's your fault," Susan said, with a snort, "You made that choice."

"That isn't my point!" Rose said. "During the Sorting ,they'll call 'Potter, Harry' – or whatever – and I'll have to make a scene!"

"Which is exactly what you want to do," Susan said.

"No, our Daddies want me to do it," Rose said.

"So do you," Susan said, raising her eyebrows.

"Maybe a teensy bit," Rose said. "I am not looking forward to the backlash. Most of all Dumbledore and the Ministry."

"The Headmaster?" Hermione asked, "Why would he care so much?"

"Our parents says he butts his nose into everything," Rose said, "Involves himself in more than Headmaster duties. He's eccentric and – well, they won't tell me everything. He'll make a big deal of it. Just wait and see."

Suddenly, there was a tapping sound on the door. Rose turned and grinned when she saw Dora Tonks. She stood, hurried over to the door and opened it. She pulled Dora in and hugged her around the waist. Dora was one of her favorite people in the world, even though she hadn't known her as long as the rest of her family and friends.

Dora laughed. "It is good to see you too, my apprentice."

"I missed you!" Rose exclaimed.

"I saw you about a week ago, Rose," Dora said.

"I know," Rose said, "I still missed you. Come in. This is Hermione."

"Hello, Hermione," Dora said, sitting next to the bushy-haired witch, "I'm Dora Tonks. Call me one of those names only."

"Don't call her Nymphadora," Rose said, giggling as she closed the door and reapplied the charms.

"You don't call me that either!" Dora scowled; she cleared her throat. "So... does Hermione know?"

"She knows a lot of it," Rose said.

"A lot of stuff about Rose, basically," Susan said, "She doesn't know – um, one of the important witch things yet. We told her to find Growing Up Witch II. She'll do it tomorrow."

"You're not just going to tell it to her?" Dora asked.

"I don't mind," Hermione said, "I like reading. So... Dora... you're Rose's... teacher?"

"Teacher for her Metamorph talents, at least," Dora said, "But only because I can teach her by doing the same things she can. I learned by myself. She started learning by herself too, but she needed a teacher. I showed her how to control things and do some cool tricks."

"And how to stop her from growing boy bits randomly," Susan said, with a giggle.

Dora snorted when Rose glared. "Yes... at least until puberty intervenes. Even I could not stop that. There were times when I had my monthly cycle one week, and boys bits every morning for three days after my bleeds stopped. Even worse when – ahem – won't say anymore until you read it, Hermione. In fact, Hermione, come find me before you check out the book. Madam Pince can be a real... witch... when it comes to her books. She might not approve of you checking out the book during your first year. I can get it for you."

"Thanks," Hermione said.

"No problem," Dora said.

"Dora?" Rose asked, "What would you say to helping her during next summer? For... practice before we have to deal with it in school? You've already said you'll help me."

"And me," Susan said.

"Hmm," Dora said, looking at Hermione, "I'll talk to you about it once you read up on it."

"Okay," Hermione said, "This sounds pretty important."

"Very important," Dora said, "And a bit embarrassing."

Hermione nodded.

"So, Rose," Dora said, "Are you ready to introduce the world to Rose Lily Potter?"

"I think so," Rose said.

"I'll stand up for you if needed, Rose," Dora said, "I promised your parents I would."

"Thanks," Rose said, "Have you heard any mentions of – of Harry?"

"Oh yes," Rose muttered, "My cousin, Draco, has been looking for Harry."

"Draco Malfoy?" Rose asked, narrowing her eyes; she heard a bit about the boy, "His father put him up to it, right?"

"Likely," Dora said, "Probably hopes your father will ally with his. Oh, dear... imagine when he finds out about you. When the world does! Betrothal Contract offers up the wazoo!"

Rose harrumphed. "Daddy's already prepared for it. The first time he gets an offer, he'll ask Keeper Ragnok to cancel them all."

Dora snorted. "You can avoid Betrothals. But the boys? You'll have boys fancying you. And probably girls."

"Stop making me try to blush, damn you!" Rose growled.

Susan giggled, and looked at Hermione. "If Rose blushes, you know something is up. Metamorphs can control their blush. So when it overpowers them..."

"Then they're definitely embarrassed," Hermione said, "Or -"

"Or flushed," Dora said, "Or turned on. Or -"

"Yes, thank you, Dora," Rose said, "Anyone else I should know about?"

"A ginger-haired boy," Dora said, "I bet he's Fred and George's brother. A Weasley. He's been asking everyone if they've seen Harry. He really wants to be Harry's friend, it seems."

"Why?" Rose asked.

"I have no idea," Dora said. "Might be a fame-hound. Looking to hang around you, be your friend, so he can be seen as one of the cool blokes."

"No, thanks," Rose said, with a snort, "I'll make sure he knows that too. Or maybe he'll just be one of those who will treat me like a pariah."

"Rose," Dora said, "You don't know that will happen."

Rose merely shrugged. She listened quietly as Hermione began interrogating Dora about Metamorphs and what they could do that Rose might not have mentioned. She glanced out the window, and hoped that, by the end of the day, she wouldn't hate the decision she made about going to Hogwarts.

First chapter finished! I hope you liked the first chapter of this story! This story will have a lot of focus on gender identity and issues, sexual identity, development, wizarding views, and politics.

Also it will have some canon storyline with a few differences. James and Lily are alive, have more children than just one, Sirius never went to Azkaban, has a wife and children. Rose (Harry) grew up with a family, and learning about magic and the wizarding world – though socially, she didn't have too many friends aside from Susan, Dora, her siblings and Sirius and Amelia's children. She'll know a lot of stuff when it comes to wizarding society rules.

There is one thing in this chapter I was very... obscure... about. It will come up in a few chapters, and have a lot of emphasis starting the summer before second year. If you've read Radaslab's stories (such as Not Normal), it is inspired from that. This is a Rose/Hermione/Susan story – friendship for now, budding romance later. However, Rose will have other romantic interests as well before it is focused on Rose/Hermione/Susan. She'll be exploring her sexual identity throughout points of the story. This is a Friendship/Family story for now. Will likely be upgraded to Romance later.

This story will have some emphasis on Manipulative Dumbledore, some Weasley bashing, and also some prejudice from several characters when it comes to Rose being a girl instead of who she is expected to be.

Next Chapter: A bit more on the Hogwarts Express, then it is time to go to Hogwarts! A VERY eventful Sorting! What will happen when McGonagall calls for Harry Potter?

Hope you liked the first chapter.

Additional Note: Is there anything you wish for me to clear up about the first decade of Rose's life? I can write more about that during the Hogwarts Express scenes. By the way, James and Lily's survival will be discussed more as the story goes on.