So we are going to experiment with different story ideas, because I cannot focus on one story anymore. I am just running all over the damn place and lost my mojo. So here is experiment number one. There will be no scheduled updating, just a heads up. And new stopries could be posted randomly as well to see how they go and if I can get the mojo flowing again.

This has taken me quite a while to think of. I had a review a while back from someone asking if I would consider writing a Crocodile/FemHarry story, around the time I was writing The Emerald Rose.

Well after listening to some really awesome music, which is where I get most of my inspiration, I have recently thought of an interesting way of making this happen. And it will be a bit different from the last two FemHarry stories with Evelyn and Celosia.

Wish me luck, guys. And I hope you enjoy this story as much as you have been enjoying 'The Emerald Rose' and 'Spots and Dots'.

Disclaimer: Do not own anything Harry Potter or One Piece related.

Here the Story Starts

The wailing baby was placed into the circle of her arms, her tired body managing to support the squirming bundle as arms flailed. Over her shoulder, her husband smiled down at the screaming bundle wrapped in blue, a layer of dark fuzz covering the pink scalp covered with bruising from entering the world.

"He's beautiful, Lils," he said with a choked voice, his thumb caressing the baby's head as his wife planted a kiss to the newborn's forehead.

"And everyone kept saying I was carrying like I was expecting a girl," Lily giggled. "Not that I would have minded. Oh, James, look at him!"

"What should we name him?" the dark-haired man inquired as the mediwitch cleaned Lily off.

"Harry," the red-haired woman answered, her green eyes sparkling as she took in the image of her newborn son, who was starting to calm and pry his eyelids open. "Yes, your name shall be Harry James Potter."

Here is a line!

In less than two years after the entrance of the Potter Heir, the wizarding world was rocked by the death of the dreaded Dark Lord that all feared to speak of by name. Yet they celebrate the child they believe led to his downfall, few mourning the couple that fell.

Yet as much as they celebrate the child, none look for him after his disappearance. No one, Death Eater or Lord or common folk, ever attempted to look for the child that they placed upon a pedestal. The newly orphaned child that they knew only by name, with only Muggle family to go to.

None tried to search for him. Yet one powerful entity knows exactly where he is. Most regard magic as a fact of life, or a fairytale in the minds of Muggles. Magic is nothing more than a part of them, a tool to use. None thought to questions where magic came from, or what magic even is. Yet Magic itself watched over the child, healed the wounds from his years of abuse, and kept him alive through his starvation.

Magic scanned the realms to see which world young Harry would benefit from most. Not just keep him alive and healthy, but to train him, prepare him for his destiny, provide him with the love he has been denied, and to help him bring comfort within his own skin. The only one Magic could find that fit the criteria it so carefully selected, Harry needed to be in the wild water to be taken there. And Harry, after being nearly drowned in the tub by his obese uncle, developed a deep fear of water and never learned to swim.

Still, Magic kept its chosen alive, before Hogwarts and even guiding him during it. He never knew. Not even the old man that believed he knows everything knew. But Magic brought comfort to the young raven that danced away in secluded rooms, wearing clothing fit for young girls as he waltzed with an invisible partner. Magic kept the door locked until the chosen returned the mask to his face and hid away the gentle clothing that complimented his lithe body.

One day, everything fit into place. The Goblet of Fire was not confounded by a mere wizard, but by Magic. Magic made the Goblet choose Harry. Then waited until he was in the free water. Waited until he was pushed into the wild water by the disguised one. Then once he was in the water, the wild water of mermaids and undine and grindylows and hippocampus, Magic took him from the world where he suffered.

It took him to another world. A world of water, but also of diverse humans. Many can help him. Many will help him. In more ways than little Harry James Potter could ever believe.

Here is a line!

With a groan, green eyes blinked open before lung purged the small amount of water that was inhaled. Weak limbs pushed him up off the sunset-colored sand. He had to blinked several more times as well as shake his head when he took in his surroundings. Most plant life around him was a vibrant pink of various shades, almost blinding to his eyes.

Unsteady, he managed to get to his feet, stumbling a few steps before finding his balance. Looking behind him, all he could see was pure blue, the sunlight glistening on the jagged surface ocean water. Gulping, he turned back towards the forest at the edge of the beach. Maybe there are inhabitants somewhere. He just ahs to find them.

Harry was unaware of the eyes watching him traverse through the forest, the teen eventually finding a long dirt road that he started to follow as well. Eventually, he came to a house with the name 'Elizabeth' scrawled across plague by the door in elegant writing. Hesitantly, he lifted a hand and knocked on the door. And waited. He knocked again. Still no answer.

"You look a little lost," someone said behind him, causing the teen to yelp as jump around only to stare at a large body wearing a unusual outside that looked like it was shaping a V around the person's frame. A strange sign was inked on the patch of bare skin that was right below the chest, and Harry noticed the fishnet leggings on broad legs. Slowly, he looked up, noting the necklace of large pearls, oddly shaped chin, and fluffy purplish-blue hair in an afro, something sparkling sitting on top. Dark eyes framed by blue eyeshadow and thick black eyelashes stared down at him as dark-blue lips smiled down at him.

"Um… I think I am," he confessed, mentally reasoning that this unusual man must have giant blood. "Sorry to be a bother, but…"

"You could use some help?" the large man supplied, giving the teen a wink. "Don't you worry, dear candy! You're safe here!"

"Okay," Harry drew out cautiously, taking a step back but only ended up bumping the door behind him. "Can you tell me where I am?"

"Why, you're on Momoiro Island, my Kamabakka Queendom!" the man declared with a exaggerated wave of his hand, scooping Harry up in his other arm. "I am Queen here, Emporio Ivankov!" He smiled down at the young raven. "And you are?"

"Uh, Harry," he replied, trying to get down from the sudden grip.

"Well then, Harry, mind telling me how you ended up in my queendom?" the man inquired as he let Harry climb from his hold. "Shipwreck?"

"I'm not sure," Harry admitted, rubbing his hand up and down one arm, not noticing the look Ivankov was giving him as he looked around the area. "Do you know how to get to England?"

"Not a place I've heard of," the other informed, scratching his pointed chin. "Are you from there? Which sea is it in?"

"What do you mean? It's right next to the Atlantic Ocean," Harry explained curiously.

"Haven't heard of that one either," Ivankov sighed, shaking his massive head as he crossed his arms. "Which sea are you from? North Blue? South Blue? Maybe West… no, no, no, not from the East Blue, definitely. Or are you from an island somewhere on the Grand Line?"

Harry blinked up, freezing in place. "I've never heard of any of those places," he admitted. "Wh…where am I?"

"Iva-chan!" someone called out, making the teen jump in surprise once again and see another man approaching, his blonde hair long and in fine curls. Large brown eyes looked at the young raven as he ran his hands down the front of his pink dress. "Who's this cutie pie?"

"His name is Harry, and he's lost," Ivankov provided. "Have there been any shipwrecks nearby lately?"

The other shrugged. "None that we're aware of."

As the two conversed, Harry dropped onto the ground and pulled his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around them as burying his face into his knees. He went down into the Black Lake to retrieve Ron only to wake up on some beach on a pink island with no idea of where he is. Nothing around him was familiar. He wasn't sure what was going on.

Ivankov paused his conversation when he heard sniffles coming from the body curled up into a fetal position, his head tilting as he scanned over the boy. The places the teenager mentioned were completely unfamiliar, and he looked completely lost when the queen started listing the known seas. No doubt he's not only lost, but he's also confused and overwhelmed.

He sighed heavily as he rubbed his forehead. He can't just leave the poor candy in the forest, nor could he simply dump him on one of the others. They can get a little eccentric sometimes. Which leaves him with only one option that he can think of. Reaching down, he scooped the teen into his arms and carried him home.

Here is a line!

A week passed much calmer than either Harry or Ivankov could have anticipated. Harry kept expecting someone to show up and take him back to Hogwarts, but no one showed up. Not even his beloved owl. After hearing about the world he has found himself in, he started to suspect that he wasn't even in the proper dimension. How, he couldn't explain.

One thing he did enjoy, though, was that no one cared that he liked to wear the dresses. Some of them even tailored dresses to his measurements. They were beautifully done and he couldn't help but smile as he wore them, managing to embrace the person he hid away.

Since he was young, he found himself feeling odd in his own body, like it didn't fit him in any way. If a moment of childhood imagination, he found Petunia's clothing and put on a blouse and skirt, as well as a pair of high heels. It infuriated his aunt, 'contaminating her things with his freakishness', and Vernon tried to beat it out of him even more. But when he looked in the mirror and saw the outfit on his body, as uncoordinated as the colors were and as ugly as his aunt's clothes are, he found himself comfortable.

He often tied Dudley's old clothes to fit him much like the blouse and skirt did, though under the disguise of a simply scrawny boy wearing baggy clothing. When he attended Hogwarts and realized he has his own money, he converted some into pounds and bought a few feminine outfits, hiding them from others and wore them in absolute privacy.

Make-up was something he could never get the hang up. But with the help of the okamas, he learned the various shades and which colors complemented his complex and eyes, as well as blended with his outfits well. Soon, he was wearing that as well.

When the first month was over, Ivankov decided that no one would be coming to take his newest candy away. So he settled for training the teenager in Okama Kenpo once he gained enough body weight from having three healthy meals a day. There were a few incidents when something odd happened, but Ivankov always brushed it off, even when Harry tried to explain it. In fact, Ivankov had the idea of combining the unusual moments with the Okama Kenpo.

Some of the results were actually a bit explosive. And Harry always panicked whenever Ivankov acted like he was dying, only to break down crying whenever the Queen would pop back up with an exclamation of being fine. It always took a while to calm him down, and even longer to get him used to the fact that Ivankov is just a strange individual that does things like that on a daily basis.

Sooner than expected, Harry was seventeen years old, and Ivankov granted him the one thing he didn't know he desired most of all. Well, in a sense he did know. He wanted to feel comfortable in his own body. The clothing helped, but his body still felt odd to him.

The day they celebrated him turning seventeen (which was just the third anniversary of his arrival to the island), Ivankov injected him with hormones that changed his body. Not minor changes, either, such as strengthening his muscles or enhancing any features beyond fixing his eyesight.

Though it was a odd feeling, and he was scared of what was happening, the results brought tears of joy to his eyes and a bright smile to his lips. Or her lips, now.

Standing in front of a full-body mirror, Harry twirled in her new dress, eyeing the firm breast now resting on her chest and examining her wide hips and narrow waist. Her hourglass figure was hugged by her white dress decorated with sparkling pink pedal design. Her hair, voluminous and reaching to her waist, bounced with each movement without a hair popping out of place. Her lips were full and pink, her eyes a little larger and glistened in joy as she embraced the large man that changed her.

Of course she had to learn how to fight with her body now the opposite gender than what she was born as. Yet she adapted quickly, her strength increasing with each passing day. Ivankov would occasionally tease her by wiping a tear from his eyes, sometimes her eyes whenever the queen was actually female, and commented about how quickly his candy was growing up.

As happy as she now is with herself, Harry – though Ivankov calls her Hari now – wanted to explore this world she was left in. It took a couple of months for her to learn how to handle a ship on her own, and she was determined to do it on her own despite what the others offered, but she was finally ready. Provisions were packed and her magic kept it all fresh. Her clothes all neatly folded and placed in a chest. And the okamas of Momoiro Island seeing her off with tears in their eyes. Ivankov even acted like her leaving was breaking his heart so much that he was dying, only to pop back up as energetic as ever.

There was something that the queen gave her. A message to pass to someone named 'Crocodile', whom Iva-chan swore would help her. All she has to do is find him.

Here the Chapter Ends

So there we have it. Short, I know, but think of this as a prologue. Next chapter, Hari will meet Crocodile and we shall see how it goes from there.

Okay, how many of you like the whole 'Harry is actually transgender and Ivankov turned him into a girl' idea for FemHarry? I don't see it happening in other stories, so I like to think it's a somewhat original. From now on, Harry is Hari and he will be referred to as 'she/her'. Okay?

As for Hogwarts, you guys will find out later. Like I said, this one will be a bit different from the pervious two.

Let me know what you all think!