Author's Note: As the Chapter title suggests, we meet girl!Harry in this chapter. However, in my story, this is rather complex. Harry will be changing back and forth between genders many times during the story. However, there is more to the girl!Harry part you'll soon discover in this chapter and next chapter. So don't be expecting a total Fem!Harry in this story. Because he will be male Harry for much of the story too.
Warning: Mentions of past abuse. Mild Language.
Sunday, December 27th, 1992 – Early Morning
The following morning, when Harry woke up, he instantly knew something was different about him. However, he could not immediately identify it. His body somehow felt different He sat up in the hospital bed, and found that his hair was different. It had changed color again, and it was longer. It reached below his shoulders, and draped around his head. He held the end of his hair in front of him and in front of him, and looked at it. The color was red, but not bright red like the Weasleys. It was darker... like the color he had seen on his mother, when he saw her in the Mirror of Erised, and in the photos in the album Hagrid had given him.
The blanket dropped into his lap, revealing the top of his hospital gown. His eyes widened when he saw bumps in the gown in his chest area. He quickly unwrapped the belt of his gown, and uncovered himself. He nearly yelped out loud. He had breasts! They were around the same size as Hermione's, which he had seen the previous evening. As he looked further down his body, he groaned when he realized his penis was gone! It had been replaced with... well, that was the first time he had ever seen that in living memory.
"Madam Pomfrey!" Harry called.
He immediately covered his mouth. He sounded like a girl!
When Madam Pomfrey moved the curtains around Hermione's bed, Harry rolled his eyes.
"Over here, Madam Pomfrey," he said, wincing at his feminine voice.
Madam Pomfrey then opened the curtains around Harry's bed. Her eyes widened and she stepped into the enclosed area and closed the curtains behind her.
"Mr. Potter?" she asked.
"Yeah," Harry said, "It's me."
"Oh, dear," Madam Pomfrey said, sighing as she looked up and down Harry's body. "I had hoped – well – I suppose I should have been prepared for this."
"Huh?" Harry asked.
"Never mind, Mr. Potter," Madam Pomfrey said. "I must say that you look just like your mother."
"Really?" Harry asked, "Could I have a mirror?"
Madam Pomfrey waved her wand, and a hand-held mirror soon flew into the enclosed area, and into the nurse's waiting hand. She then handed it to Harry, and he looked at his reflection. He did indeed look like a girl. He had no pictures of his mother when she was his age, but as he looked at his girlish appearance, he felt he was looking at his mother, or...
"Or a sister," Harry muttered. "If my parents had a daughter -"
"She might look like this," Madam Pomfrey said, nodding.
Harry nodded, and looked back at Madam Pomfrey. She was once again looking up and down his body. He blushed and closed his hospital gown.
"My apologies, Mr. Potter," Madam Pomfrey said, "I suppose I was just confirming you had all the features of a girl."
"It would appear so," Harry muttered, rather sarcastically, "Um... why do I look like a girl?"
"Oh, dear," Madam Pomfrey said, sighing. "I had hoped it would be Professor McGonagall who would be the one to explain this. Mr. Potter, contrary to what you believe, you were not born a boy."
"Are you trying to tell me I was born a girl?" Harry asked.
"Heavens no, Mr. Potter!" Madam Pomfrey said, exasperated. "You were born a Metamorphmagus. You see, Metamorphs are a third gender. Or rather, they are born with the ability to become both genders. You are capable of becoming both genders, Mr. Potter. I could call you Miss Potter right now, and it would technically be correct. You're Miss Potter when you look like this, and Mr. Potter when you look like Harry. Since it appears that you transformed in your sleep, I think I can safely assume that this appearance is your go-to appearance when you wish to look like a girl."
"But," Harry said, "I've never -"
Harry paused. He was about to say he had never become a girl before. But hadn't he and Hermione discussed the possibility that his memory had been Obliviated had some point?
"I don't remember being a girl before now," Harry said, "But that doesn't mean it hasn't happened before."
"Precisely, Mr. Potter," Madam Pomfrey said. "When you take the Flushing Draught, you might find that you have appeared like this before. You might even discover Miss Potter's first name."
"What if I discover I liked being a girl before I forgot about her?" Harry asked.
"Harry, if I may call you that," Madam Pomfrey said; Harry nodded. "It might be entirely possibly you will discover that you enjoy being a girl. Maybe as much as you enjoy being a boy. You're a Metamorphmagus, Harry. You're capable of being both. My advice is that you do not limit yourself. After all, there aren't very many people who will know you're a Metamorphmagus or capable of being a girl. I'm sure you have had the desire to walk around Hogwarts or Diagon Alley without having everyone staring at you because you're the Boy-Who-Lived."
"All the time," Harry muttered.
"Nobody would look at this girl and believe she's the Boy-Who-Lived," Madam Pomfrey said.
Harry nodded. "How do I change back?"
"You have to focus on your normal appearance," Madam Pomfrey said. "Professor McGonagall will likely have you standing in front of a body-length mirror when practicing your Morphing, as it is called when a Metamorph transforms. I'll go find a body-length mirror, and you can stand in front of it. Then you'll picture Harry Potter, and not Miss Potter."
"Harry?" Hermione's voice called out. "Are you awake?"
"Do you want her to see you like this?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"If I am going to show anyone, it is her," Harry said.
Madam Pomfrey smiled and waved her wand. The curtains moved around so that they appeared as they had last night when Harry and Hermione were talking to each other.
"Harry!" Hermione gasped, "Is that you? You're a –!"
"A girl," Harry said, "I know. Yes, it's me."
"Um... why are you a girl?" Hermione asked.
Madam Pomfrey proceeded to give Hermione the 'third gender' explanation.
"It appears that Mr. Potter's half-unbound magical core is testing the waters, so to speak," the nurse said, "Remember yesterday when his hair and fingernails turned colors without Mr. Potter's knowledge..."
"You changed into a girl in your sleep," Hermione realized.
"Indeed, he did, Miss Granger," Madam Pomfrey said.
"Um... Harry?" Hermione asked. "Do you – um – have –?"
"I have all the body features of a normal girl, Hermione," Harry said.
Harry sighed and opened his hospital gown. Hermione's eyes widened as they searched up and down his body.
"Wow," Hermione whispered.
"I will go find that body-length mirror," Madam Pomfrey said.
She proceeded to leave the enclosed area.
"Harry?" Hermione said. "Would it embarrass you to know that I find you very beautiful?"
Harry blushed. "Really?"
Hermione nodded. "I would not be unhappy if you wanted to look like that when – if you wanted. Occasionally."
"There's a possibility this isn't the first time I became a girl," Harry said. "I just don't remember it."
"You think you've been Obliviated of all the occasions you were a girl?" Hermione asked.
"Possibly," Harry said. "The Flushing Draught will reveal that. I might find that I'm okay with being a girl and just don't know it. Besides... I could walk through Hogwarts or Diagon Alley and look like this, and nobody would stare at me."
"You still have the lightning-bolt scar," Hermione said, "But your hair could cover it. So yeah, if you wanted to hide from anyone, you could. Even me. You could change into an appearance I don't know about."
"I will never hide from you, Hermione," Harry said. "Ever."
Hermione smiled. Madam Pomfrey returned, dragging a body-length mirror inside the enclosed area. Harry wondered if Madam Pomfrey simply could have conjured the mirror, instead of dragging it. But then he realized she might have been giving Harry and Hermione time to talk in private.
"I thought it would be better if you did this in the privacy of these curtains," she said. "Because, in order to picture yourself changing your gender, you're going to have be completely naked. I could return the curtains to normal."
"No," Harry said. "Hermione will see me anyway by this time next week, right?"
"Yes," Madam Pomfrey said.
"Then I have nothing to hide from her," Harry said. "Even as a boy."
Hermione smiled. Harry cleared his throat and stood up from the bed. He stood in front of the mirror, and removed his hospital gown. Hermione had been correct. His so-called go-to female form was very beautiful. Her breasts were forming nicely, and she looked very fit – definitely athletic.
"Harry, you're staring at yourself," Hermione said, giggling.
"I'm trying to remember how I look," Harry said, "So I can look like this again next time."
"There will be a next time?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"Probably," Harry said.
"Good," Madam Pomfrey said, "You're already adapting to your Metamorph lifestyle. Embrace your abilities, Mr. Potter. It will make it much easier. It is natural of a Metamorph to feel 'at home' in both genders."
"I need to be a boy again, ma'am," Harry said.
"Of course," Madam Pomfrey said. "Picture your regular appearance in the reflection of the mirror, Mr. Potter. In your mind's eye, you must feel you're looking at Harry, and not Miss Potter. When you picture Harry, close your eyes, and keep that picture in your mind. If successful, you should return to Harry's appearance."
Harry nodded. He stared into the mirror, and gradually began to picture himself as his male form. Soon, he closed his eyes and continued to picture it. He could not feel anything happen for a full minute. He grumbled under his breath as he opened his eyes. Then he was completely shocked when he found he looked like Harry again!
"I... I didn't even feel myself changing!" Harry gasped.
"Nothing?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"No," Harry said, "You think I'd feel... something."
"Actually," Madam Pomfrey said, "It is completely natural of a Metamorphmagus to feel absolutely nothing during their transformations. Congratulations, Mr. Potter. You just completed a gender-swap Morph quite successfully."
"Why was it so easy?" Harry asked.
"I think you know the answer, Mr. Potter," Madam Pomfrey said.
"I've done this before," Harry said. "How many times have I done this that it simply feels natural?"
"We can find out," Madam Pomfrey said, "Do you wish to take the Flushing Draught now, or after breakfast?"
"Now," Harry said, "I need to know."
"How about you, Miss Granger?" Madam Pomfrey said.
Harry looked at Hermione, who was staring at him. He then realized he was still naked. She was looking at his naked body.
"Hermione?" Harry asked, grinning, "You're staring."
"Huh? What?" Hermione said, then blinked, "Oh bother. I'm sorry, Harry."
"Would you like to take your Flushing Draught now, Miss Granger?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"Yes, ma'am," Hermione said.
Madam Pomfrey left, dragging the body-length mirror with her.
"I didn't mean to stare, Harry," Hermione said. "I'm sorry."
"It's alright," Harry said, "I'd have to explain it sooner or later, right?"
"Explain what?" Hermione asked.
"Well," Harry said, "My -"
Harry gazed at his naked body and found that there was something missing from it. The scars. Not the lightning-bolt shaped scar. But the other scars. Scars from injuries of being knocked down by Dudley and his Aunt and Uncle. Scars from being slapped with a belt, and cut sometimes with the buckle of the belt. Scars and burns and... they were all gone. He had unconsciously removed them using his abilities.
"Explain your what, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Why I look so dashingly handsome?" Harry replied, grinning.
"You're lying," Hermione said. "That's alright. When you want to tell me, I'll listen."
"Thanks, Hermione," Harry said. "I'm sorry I'm lying. It is just hard to talk about."
Hermione merely smiled. Harry put his hospital gown back on and laid back down on the bed.
"Well," Hermione said, "I've seen your girl form naked. And your normal form naked. Do you want to see –?"
"Yes," Harry said, "I would love to see you naked. But only when you're comfortable with showing me."
Hermione smiled as her tail waved around, happily. "You are the sweetest boyfriend ever, Harry. Other boys would expect me to show them my body."
"Because they're all prats," Harry said. "I can wait to see you, because I'm already planning on seeing it for a very long time."
"Really?" Hermione asked.
Harry nodded. "As long as you let me."
"A long time sounds nice," Hermione said, "I wonder what the limits of your female form are."
Harry shrugged. "We can ask Madam Pomfrey."
"Ask me what, Mr. Potter?" Madam Pomfrey asked, as she returned, holding a tray with two Potions.
"What are the limits of my female form?" Harry asked.
"You really are asking me the tough questions today, Mr. Potter," Madam Pomfrey said.
"I can ask Professor McGonagall if you don't know," Harry said.
"I'm quite knowledgeable of the answer to your question," Madam Pomfrey said. "I merely hoped this would be Professor McGonagall's job to explain. But I am, of course, happy to explain. Mr. Potter, the easiest answer to your question would be... you are capable of anything a normal female is, as long as you're dedicated on remaining in your female form for long periods at a time. Just as you are capable of siring children, you are also capable of becoming pregnant and experiencing childbirth."
"Really?" Harry asked, astounded.
"You could possibly be pregnant at the same time as the future mother of your children," Madam Pomfrey said. "If you decided to take the steps needed to become pregnant, that is."
Harry realized what that meant. He wasn't sure he would ever want to take that option.
"So," Hermione said, "Will Harry experience monthly cycles?"
"If you are in your female form for long periods at a time, Mr. Potter," Madam Pomfrey said, "You could experience monthly cycles. If you were to experience monthly cycles, you will not be able to change back to your male form, until that cycle is finished. Simply put, Mr. Potter, if you make a conscious decision right now to use your female form in the future, I would invest in girl's clothing the next time you go shopping."
Hermione gasped, and grinned. "We can go shopping together, Harry!"
Harry blushed slightly. "I might take you up on that offer, Hermione."
"Is that all your questions for now, Mr. Potter?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"Yes," Harry said, "I want to know if I'm missing anything in my memories."
"Very well," Madam Pomfrey said. "Make yourselves comfortable, Mr. Potter, Miss Granger. You may be laying down for an extended amount of time."
Harry relaxed on the hospital bed. He took the vial when Madam Pomfrey handed it to him. When Hermione took her vial, she and Harry looked at each other. They smiled and put the vials to their lips at the same time. They drank the Draughts down at the same time, and relaxed in their beds. Harry closed his eyes, as the Draught began its work.
Harry was five years old the first time he discovered his Metamorphmagus ability. He didn't know that was what it was called then. It was Halloween of that year, and Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia refused to let him go trick-or-treating with Dudley, or even wear a costume. Harry was taking a bath that evening, all by himself, as he had done since his fourth birthday, and Petunia decided he was old enough to bathe on his own. He was angry, but also sad, crying that he wouldn't be able to have fun on Halloween like other children did.
When he stepped out of the bathtub, he dried himself off with a towel, and went over to the sink to brush his teeth. Aunt Petunia may have been a mean Aunt, but she always wanted him to have healthy teeth. Harry's eyes widened as he looked at himself in the mirror. His face was covered in white paint, or make-up or something. His nose was red, and he had red paint patches around his eyes and mouth. He had pink patches on his cheeks. Harry looked like a clown!
He dressed himself in his pyjamas, and headed down to his cupboard under the stairs. He fell asleep that night, still looking like a clown, and happy that he had a costume that year. So happy that he didn't wonder how he had come to look like that.
Harry was six years old the first time he became a girl. It was father-son day at Uncle Vernon's job, and Uncle Vernon had brought Dudley there to spend the day with him. So only Petunia and Harry were home. Harry woke up and walked into the kitchen, unaware he looked like a girl. Petunia shrieked when she saw him.
"Are you okay, Aunt Petunia?" Harry asked.
"Harry?" Petunia asked.
Harry was shocked. Petunia rarely ever called him by his first name!
"Yes?" Harry asked.
Harry's eyes widened. His voice seemed higher than usual. Was he sick? Petunia didn't like it when he got sick.
Petunia took a small compact mirror from her purse, and showed it to Harry. She instructed him to look at his reflection. He did as was asked. Harry gasped at what he saw. He looked like a girl! Like a red-headed girl!
Petunia then had a conversation with Harry. It was the first time Petunia had ever talked to him in length about his parents. It was also the first time she told him he was magical, that magic existed. She told him about a letter she received from his mother, her sister, around Harry's first birthday. His mother had told her about him being a Metamorphmagus, and what that meant. Petunia had kept the letter all this time, and had read it aloud to Harry.
"'James and I got a huge surprise a few days ago, Tunie,'" Petunia said, reading a portion of the letter, "'We woke up to find Harry in his crib. However, Harry was a girl! We already knew Harry was a Metamorphmagus, but this was the first time he ever turned into a girl. We decided Harry's name would be Rose Lily Potter, whenever he wanted to be a girl. After all, we might find it could be a common thing in the future.'"
"Rose," Harry said, "I'm Rose Lily Potter."
"Do you like being a girl, Rose?" Petunia asked.
Harry shrugged. "It is okay. I could be both, can't I, Aunt Petunia?"
"If you want to be a girl in private, without Uncle Vernon or Dudley finding out," Petunia said, "That would be fine. How about we go out purchase you a few outfits for girls? An early birthday present. Don't say I never got you anything now."
"Thank you, Aunt Petunia," Harry said.
Harry went shopping with his Aunt, identifying himself as Rose, as a girl for the first time. A few ladies that Rose met while shopping called her a beautiful little girl. She had fun trying on outfits, all of which were pretty. Petunia bought her five outfits. When they returned home, Petunia told Rose to hide her outfits so that nobody would ever find them. Rose knew of a perfect hiding spot in her closet, behind a loose board under the staircase, where she hid other things.
When she was finished hiding her things, she walked back out of the cupboard. Petunia was at the front door, talking to somebody. Rose noticed that it was a old-looking man with a long white beard. Petunia let the man into the house, and he walked over to her.
"What is your name, young lady?" the man asked.
"Rose," Rose said, "Rose Lily Potter."
"What's your real name, Rose?" the man asked.
"Harry," Rose said.
"That's right," the man said, "Your name is Harry."
Suddenly, Rose felt herself change back into Harry. Harry frowned as he looked at the man. He had a funny feeling that the man had somehow made him change back.
"Your name is Harry," the man said. "You're a little boy. You're not a girl. You're not Rose Lily Potter. And you are most certainly not a Metamorphmagus, nor are you a wizard. Obliviate!"
The first time Rose emerged on her own was a few months later. She was grounded for the first of three days. She knew Harry had discovered girl's clothing in their favorite hiding spot some weeks ago, but decided it was there for a reason. Now she knew the reason. It was for when Harry let her emerge, and play. Her emergence lasted for three days. Nobody visited her anyway while she was grounded.
Rose was seven years old when Uncle Vernon met her for the first time. He screamed at her, believing she was a stranger, and a thief. He had even called her a little whore. She was wearing one of the outfits she had in her hiding spot. Vernon kicked her out of the house, and Rose decided if Uncle Vernon hated her, then she would run away.
So she did. She ran away, and begged for money from strangers. Some strangers were kind. Others threatened to call the police. Soon she had enough money to take a bus trip. She got off the bus at a really nice looking park with a fun playground. She played in the playground all day, and when it became night, and all the children she played with had left, she slept in one of the play-tunnels for the night. The following morning, she used the money she had to buy food from a candy machine, and ate that, and drank from the water fountain. Then she played again.
At one point, she was sitting on a swing, and a girl sat beside her. The girl had buck-teeth and curly brown hair.
"Hi," Rose said, "I'm Rose. Rose Lily Potter. Who are you?"
"I'm Hermione Granger," Hermione said, "Do you live around here?"
"No," Rose said, "My Aunt dropped me off. She'll come back later."
It was a lie. She didn't like lying to a girl who could be her friend. But she was also running away from home. Running away from a family who didn't accept her.
"Want to play?" Hermione asked.
Rose nodded happily. She played with Hermione for three whole hours. Then she and Hermione saw an old man with a long white beard.
"It is time to go home, Harry," the man said.
"I'm Rose!" Rose said.
"Obliviate!" the man said.
Harry was eleven years old, and he was in King's Cross on September 1st. He was placing his trunk and Hedwig's cage on a cart. He saw a bushy-haired girl speaking to her parents about Platform Nine-and-Three-Quarters. Harry smiled and intended on walking over to the girl, to see if they could help each other get on the platform together. However, before he could, an old man with a long white beard approached him.
"Hello, Mr. Potter," the man said, "Do you need help getting on the platform?"
Harry realized this man was a wizard. "I was going to go with that girl over there."
"No, Harry," the man said, "This is what you're going to do. You're going to head for platforms nine and ten, and wait for a red-headed woman and her family to say the word 'Muggles'. Then you will approach her, and she'll help you get on..."
Harry nodded slowly as he stared at the wand waving around in his direction, thinking that the man had a very good idea...
Harry was eleven and it was Halloween. He had just saved Hermione Granger from a troll. All on his own. He had asked Ron to come along, but Ron said he was going to Gryffindor Tower, to avoid getting flattened by the troll. He told Harry that he should do the same thing. Harry had gone to save Hermione, and had done it on his own.
Having successfully defeated the troll, and saving Hermione, without even getting caught by a Professor, Harry and Hermione headed up to Gryffindor Tower. When they arrived near the entrance, Ron was standing there.
"Hey!" Ron said, "You found Hermione! See, she wasn't getting attacked by a troll at all! Want to play chess?"
"Go away, Ron," Harry growled. "Hermione could have been killed this evening. She was in that bathroom because you insulted her. If you hadn't opened your fat mouth and insulted her, I would not have had to save her tonight! I want nothing to do with you."
"Harry?" Professor Dumbledore's voice said, behind Harry and Hermione.
Harry turned to Dumbledore. "Sir! The Troll is in the bathroom on the first level! Hermione was there. I saved her. She could have been killed. Ron needs to be punished, sir. Hermione could have died tonight, all because of what Ron did to her."
"He's right, sir," Hermione said.
"Harry," Dumbledore said, "Miss Granger. I assure you, that is not what happened. This is what happened. Ron did help you, Harry... he was quite the hero. You and Hermione deserve having him as a friend..."
"And they're happy to help me with my homework!" Ron said. "And play chess..."
Harry and Hermione both nodded, staring at the wand waving in their direction.
Harry gasped and woke up, back in the hospital bed. He remembered everything.
Petunia had been nice to him sometimes! She told him about his parents, about magic, about him being a Metamorphmagus. About Rose's name.
He remembered... his memory of Rose Lily Potter was odd. He knew he had been Rose several times, but Rose's personality had taken over more than his own. During those times, he was merely an audience member, but he could remember everything during those moments.
He had met Hermione when he was seven! Technically Rose had met Hermione, but he could still remember her.
And Ron... Ron was never really his friend. The event that made Ron his best friend, the night they saved Hermione from the troll, was a lie!
"That son of a bitch!" Harry exclaimed out loud.
"Mr. Potter!" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed, alarmed.
"Bastards!" Hermione cried, as she too woke up. "Those bastards!"
"Miss Granger!" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed in the same tone.
"Rose," Harry said, "My female form's name is Rose. Rose Lily Potter. I was Rose... many times. And other times, Rose was... Rose. Aunt Petunia bought me clothes. I looked cute. People called me beautiful. I... I..."
He turned to Hermione.
"Hermione was the first girl I ever played with who enjoyed being with me," Harry said. "I was seven."
Hermione's eyes welled up with tears. Her lips quivered.
"Rose?" Hermione asked.
"I'm Rose, Hermione," Harry said, nodding. "Technically."
"You were so nice to me that day," Hermione said. "I remember."
"What do you mean 'technically', Mr. Potter?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"Rose... she... it is hard to explain," Harry said. "It was like I was watching Rose, as an audience member."
"You're saying she was her own person?" Madam Pomfrey said, "That she had her own personality?"
Harry nodded. "She referred to herself as Rose Lily Potter, as a girl, and when someone called her Harry, she denied it."
"Oh my," Madam Pomfrey said, frowning.
"You know what that means, Madam Pomfrey," Hermione said, "Don't you?"
"Yes," Madam Pomfrey said. "Some Metamorphs who Morph back and forth between the two genders often sometimes deal with a harsh side-effect. Split-Personality Disorder."
Hermione gasped. "So technically Harry and Rose are two different people?"
"Two different personalities," Madam Pomfrey corrected her, "But yes. It is rather dangerous. Some Metamorphs who would prefer switching between both genders find it difficult, because one gender is a more dominant personality."
"How do I become the dominant?" Harry asked.
"You have to compromise with Rose," Madam Pomfrey said. "Occasionally, you could allow Rose's own personality to emerge, but most of the time it must be your own personality. Even if you turn into a girl. Even if you call yourself Rose, you must still be 'Harry'. If you don't compromise... well... Rose might emerge one day, and Harry would never come back."
"What if we've already compromised?" Harry asked. "I switched between myself and Rose several times. But it was brief each time. Even when I wasn't Obliviated and forced to change back. Sometimes I was Obliviated much later of Rose's identity."
"Who, Mr. Potter?" Madam Pomfrey asked. "Who made you forget and change back?"
"Dumbledore," Harry growled. "Every damn time. Ron's not even my best friend. I wanted nothing to do with him. I was even compelled to meet him and his family!"
"Ron even suggested what Dumbledore should compel us to think about him," Hermione said. "How we'd love to help him with his homework."
"Oh dear," Madam Pomfrey said, with a sigh. "Mr. Potter, I will release you after breakfast, but I want you to return soon. We will discuss all of this with Professor McGonagall. She might be of some assistance when it comes to the reason behind the Obliviations and how to move forward."
"Alright," Harry said, nodding.
"So when you were younger," Hermione said, "You changed between yourself and Rose several times?"
"Several times," Harry said, nodding.
"So maybe it is possible you've already compromised," Hermione said.
"Obliviation might have affected that however," Madam Pomfrey said. "You're going to want to compromise with her again."
"Okay," Harry said, nodding. "Madam Pomfrey? Is there anyway I can get at least one set of female robes to wear? With a bra and panties too?"
"I might be able to wrangle that up," Madam Pomfrey asked. "Why, Mr. Potter?"
"I want Dumbledore to meet Rose Potter," Harry said, "Again."
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, "That could be really dangerous! It could be Rose's personality meeting him. Not to mention Professor Dumbledore could Obliviate you again."
"I'll compromise before and after I change to Rose," Harry said. "I'll warn Rose that Dumbledore can't be entirely trusted."
"Are you sure you want to do this, Mr. Potter?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"Yes," Harry said, "I want Dumbledore to know that I remember everything, and I'm not going to let him control me anymore."
"Come back to me, Harry," Hermione said, looking concerned, "I want my boyfriend, not a girlfriend."
Harry smiled. "I'll come back. I promise."
Next Chapter: The first Rose PoV chapter, however, it will switch to Harry later in the chapter.
As explained in this chapter, Harry and Rose have separate personalities. Harry's compromise will work, so in the future, when he changes into Rose, he will get to keep his personality. Most of the time. Rose will come out to play sometimes. You'll meet her next chapter.
Also, not every memory that Harry remembered was shown in the chapter. Rose appeared several times throughout Harry's childhood. Those I showed were just the most important.