#trans!harry potter

[pickinglilahs]

NB!Harry (Drarry, My Loves) Ch. 12

AO3 link, Chapter 1 Ch 11, Ch 13 This chapter be Spicy 🔥 MDNI 18+ Unlike the last spicy chapter, this is 2.7K of pure filth. And by filth, I mean adorable, tender, loving, toe-curling, squeal-inducing, leg-kicking, slightly dom/sub, body-worship.

Draco and Haze agreed to skip the library and go back to the dorms after class.

Slughorn had let everyone who'd successfully brewed Felix Felicis keep a 12-hour vial as a reward. So, most of their class was also heading back to their rooms to store the potion somewhere safe.

Stopping at Draco's room first, he stored the vial in a jewelry box alongside some of his other valuables. Draco locked the box, then placed it in his truck, locking that as well.

Picking up his bag, Draco walked back over to Haze, who had waited by the door. Taking their hand, the two went to Haze's room.

While Haze was digging around their trunk, trying to find a safe spot for the potion, Draco took off his shoes, grabbed a book from his bag, and sat on the bed.

Satisfied the potion would be safe, Haze shut their trunk and came around the bed to where Draco sat. He set the book aside immediately to pull them up onto the bed; Haze came willingly, straddling his lap.

Haze was in trousers today, but Draco could feel the tall socks underneath as one hand rubbed over their knee. The other hand was settled farther up, on their hip, fingers playing at their waistband where their shirt was tucked in.

Haze had their hands in their lap, chin tucked and eyes downcast. Frowning, Draco dropped his head a bit, trying to catch their eye.

Nothing.

"Haze?"

No response.

"Mon Ange?"

Haze's eyes darted to Draco's before quickly looking away again. Sighing, Draco lifted the hand from Haze's knee to their chin. Tipping their face gently, Draco waited for them to look at him before he spoke.

"I need you to talk to me, Mon Ange. I can't read your mind; I'm not that good at Legilimency."

Haze huffed a bitter laugh. "Yeah, well, I'm pants at Occlumency so I doubt you'd have any trouble." They closed their eyes, face turning slightly away in Draco's hold.

Frowning, he studied them. It had been a joke, nothing of consequence. But there was something in Haze's reaction that gave Draco pause. When did they study- Oh. Draco pulled Haze to him, holding tight.

"I will never invade your privacy like that. I-" love you. Draco almost confessed right there. Merlin. What else could he say?

He buried his face in Haze's hair to keep from saying anything stupid. Haze's arms were trapped between the two of them and they squirmed, slightly uncomfortable.

Draco quickly pulled back, taking Haze's face in both hands. I love you. "I would never. Will never."

Haze nodded slightly, a ghost of a smile lighting their eyes; relief plain on their face.

"And now I've sidetracked us, haven't I?"

A real smile crawled onto Haze's face then.

"Did you want to talk? It seemed like you were going to say something before."

Haze frowned in confusion and shook their head. "No. I don't think so."

"Hmm..." Draco studied them, one hand stayed on their cheek, brushing his thumb back and forth, while the other dropped down behind their back, pulling them closer. He could have sworn Haze was about to say something, but their confusion was genuine.

"In that case,"

Draco had intended to talk to them about the book Hermione had given him, but with Haze in his lap like that, it was a little hard to think.

Draco kissed them.

Firm and sure, Draco's lips danced with Haze's, drawing out a gasp before they sighed into his touch. Their hands traveled up, one sliding into Draco's hair, the other coming to rest on his jaw.

Draco nibbled on their bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth completely. Haze whimpered, and Draco's tongue followed the sound, wanting to swallow it. Haze opened for him, loving the feel of Draco's tongue ravaging their mouth.

Haze could live here. Draco's arms around them, his sweet scent filling their nose, mouth drowning in the taste of his mint tea. They didn't have a care in the world.

The world didn't even exist.

The only thought in Haze's head was 'Draco.'

Draco's hand moved from Haze's cheek to their hair. His fingers went to the base of their neck, wrapping around the strands till he had a firm hold. Gently, he tilted Haze's head just right so he could kiss them deeper.

Haze sucked a sharp breath in at the complete control Draco had just gained over them, then whimpered, falling completely pliant in his arms. Draco could have done anything to them in that moment, and Haze would have gone willingly.

As if sensing their submission, Draco growled low. The sound reverberated through Haze, sending a shiver straight down to their core. They ground down against him, both moaning at the friction.

Draco tilted Haze's head farther to the side. He trailed his lips down their jaw, nibbling up to their ear. "Tell me what you want, Mon Ange."

Haze whimpered, "You."

Draco growled again. He dropped his head to their shoulder and took a deep breath. It took all of his self-control not to take Haze right then and there. That wasn't what they meant, and he knew it. He also knew that Haze would let him take them anyway, and he didn't want that, not if it wasn't what Haze wanted too.

Not sure what they'd done wrong, Haze whimpered again, in alarm this time.

Draco kissed their shoulder reassuringly before pulling back to look at them. "Me what, Haze? Tell me what you want."

Haze looked confused and a bit distressed. "Want... Want you."

Draco blinked. No. Surely not. "Want me to do what, Mon Ange?"

Haze whimpered, not understanding. They didn't know what they wanted, let alone how to ask for it; they just knew they wanted Draco.

Fuck.

"Okay, Chaton. I've got you." Draco leaned in to kiss Haze gently and they sighed into him.

They trusted him.

Completely.

Draco crossed his legs, putting one hand under Haze to lift them slightly. Then he leaned forward to lay them gently down on the bed, never breaking the kiss. He shifted to put one knee on either side of Haze for better leverage, all but sitting on their lap.

Slowly pulling his hand from Haze's hair, Draco made sure not to catch his fingers on their curls. Sensing him pulling away, Haze clung to Draco's neck. But he didn't go any farther.

In fact, Draco trailed kisses down Haze's neck to their collarbone. His hands found the buttons on Haze's shirt and slowly began working them open.

Once Haze realized what Draco was doing, they stiffened. His hands paused, but Draco kept kissing and licking at Haze's neck. It only took a moment for them to relax. A particularly firm bite to the tendons in Haze’s neck making them cry out, going pliant once more.

Once they had, Draco nibbled his way back up to Haze's ear. "You're beautiful, Haze."

Only then did his hands continue with the buttons, making short work of them.

Haze whimpered at the words and gasped as Draco's hands made contact with the bare skin of their stomach.

Draco pulled back enough to see their face, hands resting solidly on Haze's sides. Their shirt had fallen open a little when he pushed his hands in, but Draco had no intention of looking. Not yet.

He stared down into Haze's wide eyes. "You are beautiful, Haze Potter. In any and every form you take, you are beautiful."

Something had changed in Haze's face. Before, they had been completely submissive for him. But now? Draco wasn't sure.

"Wh-Wh-What-What-What if y-you d-d-d-d-don-don-don't like w-wh-what y-y-you s-s-s-see?"

Damn.

Draco was shaking his head before Haze had even finished. "I don't-"

Draco paused. Was it insensitive to say he didn't care what they looked like? Especially since they were still trying to figure themself out? Draco wanted to be supportive, not dismissive. He switched gears.

"That doesn't matter to me. It never has. It's only ever been you. I'm Haze-sexual. Whatever form you take is what I want."

The hope and disbelief warred on their face. Draco was just going to have to make them believe him then.

Leaning in, Draco brought their lips together softly.

"You're Beautiful." He breathed

He ran his thumbs over Haze's sides, sending goosebumps scattering over their skin.

"Absolutely Beautiful." Across their jaw.

He trailed his lips back down to their collarbone, hands beginning to roam up and down their sides. Haze shivered beneath him, body on fire.

"Beautiful." In the hollow of their throat.

He kissed down their sternum before nosing their shirt further apart. He left kisses over every inch of their skin as it was revealed.

"Beautiful." Into their chest.

Haze tightened their grip on Draco's shoulder and hair as his mouth found one of their nipples. He nosed at it. Kissed it gently. Gave it a long lick, eyes looking up to meet Haze's.

"Beautiful." Across their puckered bud.

Then he slowly took it into his mouth. He suckled. Nibbled. Blew air across it. Then turned to play with the other one, spurred on by the breathy moans each action drew.

"Beautiful." A praise.

Continuing his ministrations, Draco's hands slid down Haze's covered thighs. Gripping and caressing, his hands roamed, slowly making their way up to Haze's belt.

"Beautiful." A veneration.

Draco rested his hands on the buckle, giving Haze plenty of time to stop him. They whined at him, arching into his touch. He smiled, kissing their sternum again.

"Beautiful." A thank you.

He shifted further down, slowly undoing their belt, trailing kisses further down. He undid the button and zipper, looking up as Haze took the hand from his shoulder to drape over their eyes. He kissed right above their waistband.

"Beautiful." A prayer.

He hooked his fingers in their pants and Haze lifted their hips obediently. Moving off them for a moment, Draco removed their pants and trousers completely. He took a moment to appreciate the view. Tall socks; open shirt; love bites trailing up their collarbone and neck.

"Beautiful." A devotion.

Throwing one knee back over them, Draco braced himself on one hand. Pulling their arm away from their face Draco smiled. He brought Haze's hand to his mouth, holding their gaze and kissing their palm.

"Beautiful." A promise.

Draco shuffled back so he was resting between their legs. Holding Haze's gaze, he placed a pillow under their head, then moved to place one under their hips.

"Beautiful." An adoration.

Haze went to cover their face again, but Draco caught their wrist. He guided their hand gently to the headboard and they gripped it tightly.

"You're too beautiful to hide, Mon Ange. I want to see you."

They shut their eyes, not knowing how to handle the intensity of his gaze. Draco's heart hurt; he would make them believe it, even if it killed him.

Kissing them gently, Draco moved down. Starting at their socked claves, he kissed his way up one leg.

"Beautiful." A caress.

At the top of one sock, he licked a stripe up their inner thigh. Before he got to their center, Draco shifted to do the same on the other side, kissing up their calf and licking his way up.

"Beautiful." A groan.

He peppered kisses over their inner thighs, up the creases of their legs. He nuzzled into the dark curls right above where they were aching for his touch. Haze whimpered.

"Beautiful." A growl.

Settling down, Draco wrapped his arms under Haze's thighs and looked up to their face. They had their eyes scrunched shut, both hands white-knuckling the headboard.

"Tell me to stop, Mon Ange."

They shook their head violently, whining alarmed at the thought. Smiling, Draco took a long, slow lick right up their center. Choking on a gasp, Haze arched their back in pleasure.

This was what they had wanted. Had needed. Had been unable to voice. For Draco to do as he pleased with them.

"Beautiful." Hungry

Licking his lips, Draco dived in. He couldn't get enough. The sounds. The taste. The quivering in their thighs when he found that bundle of nerves.

Pulling one arm back, Draco slowly ran a finger up and down their wetness as his tongue played with their clit. One of Haze's hands came down to grip his hair. Their legs tried to squeeze around Draco's ears, but he kept a firm grip on the one, hand coming around to hold their hips in place.

"Draco."

A gasp.

A plea.

A prayer.

Sucking on the throbbing bundle of nerves, he slid a single finger into them. Haze cried out in pleasure, arching into Draco.

Adding a second finger, Draco pulled his mouth back to blow cool air against them. Haze's whole body shuddered, and they whimpered.

Draco smiled and crooked his fingers. He growled as Haze jumped, a moan breaking free as their hand yanked on Draco's hair.

Tapping at the spot inside them with his fingers, Draco attacked their clit with his tongue once more. Haze cried out, their whole body trembling as every nerve was set on fire. Heat pooled as Draco devoured them.

"Draco!"

They could feel their pleasure mounting, Draco chasing it higher and higher. When it finally snapped, Haze shrieked. Eyes rolling back, body trembling, Draco sent them flying over the edge.

They spasmed, whole body arching in pleasure. Draco carried them through the pleasure, slowing as they gradually came down.

But he didn't stop.

When they relaxed, Draco added a third finger, leaving one crooked as he pumped his hand steadily. Haze cried out in alarm, pleasure quickly building once more.

He sucked on Haze's clit again, and they sobbed on a moan. Draco hummed at the sound, the vibrations throwing them over the edge for a second time.

Body jerking, they sobbed. "Draco!"

Still, he didn't stop.

Didn't slow.

Moving his hand faster, harder, he pulled his head back a little, shifting his thumb to rub over their abused clit. Draco's jaw ached and he could feel the drool and slick dripping down his chin. His senses were overwhelmed with Haze.

Glancing up, Draco relished in the sight. Haze's head was thrown back, mouth parted, breathy whines accompanying the desperation on their face. They began rocking their hips against him, hurtling toward the edge once more.

Turning his head to press a kiss to their thigh, he whispered against them. "One more for me, Chaton. I know you can."

They sobbed a moan. Half-formed words tried to make their way out, but the only clear thing that reached Draco was 'please.'

Draco growled. "Come for me, Chaton." He bit down on Haze's soft inner thigh, and they screamed.

Body seizing, heart stuttering, breath choking, eyes rolling back, they did just as he told them.

He kept his hand moving till their body fell limp. Hands dropping to the bed, head falling to the side, they were spent and completely boneless.

Only then did Draco slowly pull back. Fascinated, he pulled his fingers free. They were coated in Haze's clear slick, but, thankfully, there was no blood.

The book Hermione had given him had warned him that could happen. It was also where he learned that he shouldn't use a cleaning charm just now.

Gazing up at them, Draco licked his fingers clean, admiring the peaceful look on their face and the occasional aftershock that was still twitching through them. After his fingers, Draco dipped back down to lick up the last of the mess he'd made.

Haze whimpered and squirmed, oversensitive. Their hand came back to Draco's hair, not pushing away, and too weak to hold on properly. Aftershocks wracked them, overstimulation just the right side of painful.

Draco gave one last lick to their folds and a final kiss to their clit. Only then did he pull back completely. Wiping his face on his sleeve, Draco sat back to admire his work.

"Beautiful." I love you.

Draco shed his shirt and trousers before crawling up the bed to lay beside them in just his pants. On his side, Draco reached one hand out to brush a stray curl from Haze's face.

Their eyes fluttered for a moment as they turned into the touch, seeking him. Smiling Draco trailed his fingers down their nose, over their cheeks. His thumb caught their abused lower lip; Haze must have been biting it. Or maybe that had been Draco's doing.

Shifting, they whined at him, only half awake now. Smiling, Draco reached for them. He shifted the two of them around, not bothering to mess with Haze's state of dress. He pulled the covers up over the two of them and wrapped his arm tightly around Haze, their back pressed firmly against his chest, one leg between their thighs, arm supporting their head.

"Sleep, Chaton. I've got you."

Just like that, Haze dropped off into dreams.

Draco closed his eyes too, an overwhelming sense of peace engulfing him. He had never been allowed this before- to be anything like this.

In control

Tender

Giving

Maybe he didn't need to worry about telling Haze he loved them after all.

Maybe he just had.

@bradley-95147-blog @shyshadows430

[firendgold]

Ok so bc anything i do in this fandon is specifically to piss that woman off, i gotta ask:

Do you have any ideas for fic scenarios for trans!albus and/or trans!Harry? (time travel harrydore or not, you pick)

so funny story anon, my instinctual answer for this question was "no, I've never thought about it, sorry"—but as I was writing that reply a while back, I actually started getting ideas. It was wild. (That's also why this took so long to get out, sorry!)

trans!Albus is easier for me to imagine for some reason. I had this idea where his entire early life could be rewritten just to do a deep dive into the Dumbledore family dynamics when the firstborn prodigy half-blood son is AFAB instead. How that might change Percival's actions on Ariana's behalf (or not), if he doesn't have any thoughts in the back of his mind about leaving his family in his "eldest son's" hands. How that could change the rivalry between Albus and Aberforth, who might not be super tolerant of an uppity older sister who's also queer. We still don't know much about Kendra somehow, after 1 billion years of Pottermore, but whether or not she's accepting of Albus' gender identity and sexuality could be their own spin-off fanfics, they're that fascinating. Her own Native history could then be touched on as well.

All these things together could be a point of personal conflict for Albus, who's already a living embodiment of a taboo Native/European union and might have to wrestle with what's accepted from him as a Good and Proper Woman of English society re: marriage and carrying on some (other) pureblood's line, along with protecting Ariana's secret and "making up" for his father's crimes.

I don't know if Albus' sexuality changes. If it doesn't, I can see him being briefly confused about What Elphias Is To Him when he gets older, and Elphias is getting his own messages from home about How Much Time He's Spending With That Dumbledore Girl. I imagine there would be a lot of conversations between Albus and Kendra, and Albus and other peers, about who he was going to marry and what his "prospects" were since his father's a known criminal. And Albus, beyond not identifying as a girl at all, would find all this discussion about such trivial sexist matters frustrating as hell.

Unfortunately, I see everyone at Hogwarts misgendering Albus while he's a student, or pretty much everyone. Like, he eventually tells Elphias who accepts right away (and is confused about What That Means for Him in private), and maybe a few other students, but none of his professors are Getting It. His stellar academic record probably keeps him from being bullied as much, but doesn't entirely protect him from rampant transmisogyny and slurs when he outperforms people.

But regardless, assuming the "major beats" of history play out the same way, I can see Albus being a lot more proactive re: marginalized rights than he already was in canon, and perhaps moving the overall British Society Needle way further to the left, because it's one thing to talk shit about the powerful, progressive, weird old man that no one really knows is gay but can kick your arse without breathing hard, but another thing entirely to talk shit about your trans, out and proud, progressive Supreme Mugwump who has already freed all the elves, speaks all the magical creature/Being languages, is raising your kids at school better than you are at home, AND is still gay and can still kick your arse without breathing hard.

This is all, of course, imagining that Albus is AFAB and identifies as male. If it's the other way around and Albus is AMAB and identifies as female... I can't even imagine. I'm not cool enough ig

As for Harry, it's weird but I don't have any trans headcanons for him during his Hogwarts years. It's kind of similar to how I don't read many genderbent!Harry fics unless I adore the author, because even though I'm a girl I can't imagine Harry IDing as one for some reason. (I'm very limited, I know.) BUT. For some reason this changes when you bring in time travel harrydore.

With the ship as the parameter, I can imagine an AFAB Harry who's spent his whole life chafing at the clothes Aunt Petunia gets him—because 'unfortunately' (for her), even pre-puberty, she can't just give Harry Dudley's cast-offs unless she wants The Neighbors to start lifting eyebrows and asking questions—because they're girl clothes and along with just not fitting in to the Pristine Pretentious Family with her messy hair and tight clothes and taped-up glasses, Harry has never felt like a girl. He insisted on having people call him 'Harry' as soon as he could talk and get away with it, and only has to hear his deadname from his teachers and with the Dursleys.

This all of course changes once McGonagall is reading names on the Sorting List in 1991 and just barely doesn't stumble over Harry's preferred name being on the list instead. (She is surprised only because Harry is famous. By the time Harry goes to school, there have been many other out trans students in this headcanon. But probably very few under her eye have been quite this famous.)

I've always personally headcanoned Harry as bisexual, but I don't know if that would be the case in this particular headcanon. I can still see him going after Cho, and perhaps even Ginny. I can see him having the same confusion about What Are Ron and I To Each Other that a trans!Albus had about Elphias a century ago, without ever living his Hogwarts life as a girl to anyone but his enemies (and having a lot of friction with canon!Hermione and/or Lavender as a result). I can see Draco hating Harry even more, because he always kept "her" in the back of his mind as a Dark Lady he could serve under in all ways, only to have this... boy being his rival and Quidditch better and wanting absolutely nothing to do with the Malfoys or purebloods or knowing her place.

A thought that sticks in the back of my mind is that JKR (otherwise known by me as That Woman (derogatory)) specifically wrote Harry as a boy for a lot of reasons, and the main one being that she always planned for him to live and pass on his line in the "traditional" way, and having her titular character be a girlboss would've derailed that status quo. In a universe where Harry is AFAB, I can imagine a lot of related conversations with and around Harry about this. How "she" is "the last Potter" that there will ever be, because naturally she'll marry into one of the families and the name will be lost forever. I can see this being a real bone of contention with Harry and radicalizing him, along with Voldemort and the discrimination against werewolves and house-elves and centaurs and veela (which I doubt even one dedicated Dumbledore would be able to get rid of), making him take his place as the next generation leftist magical powerhouse.

And so how does all that change his relationship with Dumbledore? I... don't really see it changing much. If both characters are trans, that's another point of connection for them that bonds them through all the mess the government and society puts them through. It makes Albus a figure for Harry to admire as a young boy ("look, the most powerful wizard in the world is just like me!") and to still anguish about as a young man ("all the choices he made that I don't agree with, all the secrets he kept from me, how do I know I won't make the same mistakes or make no better progress than he did?"). Their relationship could be all the more painful or distant if one of them is out and one is in the closet, like an Albus who never came out or transitioned and is seeing in Harry the upright boy he could have been, or if Harry is resentful of Albus living his truth because he, a knobbly-kneed adolescent girl, doesn't have the power, freedom, or influence to be who he truly wants to be.

But focus! I'm focusing! Time travel Harrydore. The specific scenario I was imagining was one where AFAB Harry never comes out to the general public. His loved ones who are his peers know, but all the adults in his life (yes, including Remus and Sirius) never get to meet him properly. They die thinking of him as "James' daughter". And after defeating Voldemort, Harry just can't take the idea of spending any more time not being the person he wants to be. He's done being the Girl-Who-Lived so he writes goodbye letters to Ron and Hermione and does some ancient ritual without anyone knowing, and instead of changing him at the molecular level it flings him back to the past.

And so unlike a lot of time travel fics (including mine lol) where Harry is grieving his true time and desperate to get back home, this Harry misses his friends terribly, but it doesn't take long for him to see being an unknown in a different time as a golden opportunity. Sure, it would have been better if he'd been flung into the future instead and maybe had more tolerant people instead of less, but no one knows who he's "supposed" to be here. So he can grow into the man he truly is!

And so while Harry is setting up his new life for himself (maybe as some personal tutor, or a backup Quidditch player, or something that keeps him out of the limelight for once?), he runs into trans!Albus who doesn't have many friends and not much else going on for him (depending on who or where Grindelwald is right then), and Harry's nervous but they hit it off and become close friends, and one thing leads to another, and...

*cackles*

Also also, and sorry for sticking this all the way at the end lol, but MUCH RESPECT for hanging around in HPF just to stick in the craw of That Woman. I think I'm adopting your philosophy for the future. ^^

[rincewind87]

[mysharona1987]

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Welp, if JK Rowling being executive producer and therefore being fully involved in the show wasn't enough for people to boycott, then here's HBO basically saying they don't care JK Rowling is a bigot from hell who literally helped lead a harassment campaign of lies against Imane Khalif in her transphobia and obsession with women being terf's standards of women alongside posting harassment against trans people on twitter at times, they gonna stand by her, while using the excuse, "personal views". Hmm, yes, personal views- that's one way to uh, call what the fuck JK Rowling comes out with a-lot- last I checked personal views do come with consquiences if said out loud....a thousand times in JK's case and still counting....especially if they hurt people, but hey, if it means making another Harry Potter project to milk, just let it fucking be I guess.

[thevagaries]

Edited to add this does appear to be shopped, but the transphobia to fascism pipe line is a well known one.

[iotaphora]

Edit: this poll is getting a decent amount of attention so please know the headless horseman is not original and was stolen from hello from the hallowoods, if you like the idea of a headless horseman tending to a graveyard go listen to the audio drama.

[whydidisavethistomyphone]

[itisiives]

[raphael-angele]

James: Dad, this is my boyfriend, Regulus. Reggie, this is my dad, Fleamont

Monty: *goes to shake his hand* Monty is just fine

Regulus: *shakes his hand* Nice to finally meet you, sir.

Monty: Wow, look at you. You're much more attractive than those pictures your brother has of you.

James: Dad...

Monty: What a handsome young man you are.

James: Dad!

Monty: *chuckles* Well, I'm gonna go help your mother in the kitchen. Are you staying for supper, Regulus?

Regulus: Uhm...*looks at James*

James: I was about to ask him that.

Regulus: It would be a pleasure, sir.

Monty: I look forward to it. *leaves*

Regulus: *tucks his hair behind his ears and fixes his sleeves*

James: ...what was that?

Regulus: What?

James: You tucked your hair behind your ear and you fixed your sleeves

Regulus: So?

James: ...you only do that when you like someone!

Regulus: What? No, I don't

James: You did it for me, for Crouch, and for Remus! I know that move!

Regulus: You're being ridiculous

James: And my dad?! Are you kidding me?! My dad?

Regulus: Well...you look just like him.

James: Doesn't change the fact that he's my dad. And he's married. Not to mention the fact that he's basically 70

Regulus: And a successful potioneer.

James: Are you serious right now?

Regulus: Wha- Sirius already called dibs?!

James: Oh my Gods!!!

[theblackstar04]

sirius thinking that remus is trans because regulus acts similarly when he gets his period before they find out he is a werewolf

sirius: hm, remus is always moody and in pain once a month... just like regulus is. guess he's trans! better make sure he knows i still care about him!

cue sirius giving him chocolate and healing potions around every full moon, not thinking much of it and just trying to support his friend

remus, internally panicking: holy fuck he knows now i have to run away from hogwarts and never come back my life is over what do i do

[pickinglilahs]

NB!Harry (Drarry, my loves) Ch. 11

AO3 link, Chapter 1 Ch 10, Ch 12 2.2K I know I'm writing this for myself but it sorta makes me sad to see no one else had the same itch for trans!Harry

Haze was clean, dressed, and in the common room in 15 minutes. They then proceeded to spend the next six minutes all but shaking in an armchair; staring into the fire.

Every time someone came down the hall from the bedrooms, Haze would whip their gaze over, desperately praying it would be Draco.

It never was.

Haze checked the time again and told themself to give him a few more minutes. Twenty minutes was an estimate, not a countdown.

Closing their eyes and taking a deep breath, Haze tried to focus on relaxing. Starting with their toes, Haze concentrated on loosening all of their muscles, up their legs, chest, and arms. By the time they unlocked their jaw, Haze felt a hand settle on their knee.

Jumping, eyes flying open, Haze was greeted with the beautiful face of Draco Malfoy. Lunging forward, Haze almost knocked Draco flat on his back trying to wrap themself around him.

Draco chuckled; he had knelt and braced himself, knowing that would be Haze's reaction. Kissing the top of their head, Draco held Haze tightly.

"I'm here, Mon Ange. I'm here."

Haze breathed in the intoxicating scent of Draco's vanilla soap, finally able to relax again. Finally safe again.

After a long moment, Haze pulled back enough for the two of them to stand, Haze's arms moving from Draco's neck to his waist. Draco kept one arm around Haze and grabbed both of their school bags.

Haze finally relented one arm from Draco to take their bag, but Draco wouldn't hand it over.

"I've got it." Smiling down at them, he placed a kiss to Haze's temple and pulled them toward the door.

"I can carry my own bag." Haze blushed but smiled.

"I know, but I want to." Draco tightened his hold on Haze, placing another kiss to their temple.

Haze's steps faltered a bit. Draco wanted to carry their bag?

Haze's cheeks were still a bit warm as they made their way to the Great Hall. Haze contented themself with resting their head on Draco's shoulder so he could have both hands to eat.

Draco placed a cup of coffee and a plate of toast with jam in front of Haze before making his own breakfast. Haze brushed their hair from their face, giving a soft, "Thanks," before reaching for the coffee.

Hermione sat down across from them. "Morning."

The two returned her greeting, Haze finally sitting up straight to eat their toast brushing their hair back from their face again.

Hermione looked at them consideringly. "We need to teach you how to take care of your curls, Haze. Especially if you plan to keep growing it out."

Haze blinked at her. "Huh?"

Hermione smiled and rolled her eyes. It was no use talking to Haze this early in the morning. Especially since it seemed as if they had actually slept in today.

~~~

After eating, Draco tucked Haze back under his arm and the two made their way to class.

Draco and Hermione switched seats in Charms; Draco hooked his foot around Haze's desk, dragging it the tiniest bit closer.

This left Hermione to pair with Pansy to practice today's charm. While she was apprehensive at first and told Haze they owed her big, she seemed to relax and genuinely enjoy herself as the class wore on.

Today, they were practicing mending charms together, taking turns using the severing charm to rip seams and repairing them. Draco and Haze had turned their chairs to face each other, legs tangled together. Draco had removed his outer robes for them to work on, the cloth draped between them for better access.

On any other day, the mere premise of today's lesson would have sent Haze into an episode. Today? Haze and Draco were talking about how much they missed flying. They mastered the mending and severing charms in no time, moving on to severing the fabric itself and mending that.

Despite the potential the class had to go horribly wrong, Haze made it through without incident. Once dismissed, Haze picked up their bag and brushed their hair back from their face. Draco wrapped his arm around them and the two made their way out into the hall.

Haze followed Draco to his next class as they had a free period before lunch. As the two came up to the Advanced Magical Theory classroom, Draco pulled them off to the side of the hall across from the door.

He brought a hand up to Haze's cheek, "Will you be okay? I'm sure I could convince Professor Elwin to let you sit in. Especially considering you're helping me with my project."

Haze smiled and shook their head. "No, you go; I'll be alright. Got plenty of homework to keep me busy."

Draco searched their face, making sure they really were okay, before leaning down to give them a gentle kiss. "I'll meet you at lunch."

Haze nodded and stepped back, waiting until Draco had disappeared into the classroom to head off down the hall.

It wasn't that Haze had lied. They did have plenty of homework to keep them busy; it was just that the library wasn't their destination as they made their way through the castle.

Haze wasn't entirely certain why they hadn't just told Draco where they were going; they weren't keeping it a secret. Draco knew Haze was still exploring their gender and sense of self.

Maybe they just didn't want to give him any more reminders of how not normal they were. Haze was definitely still afraid Draco would realize they were too weird, too much to deal with, too broken, and leave.

Maybe they wouldn't be able to keep Draco forever, but they sure as hell weren't going to drive him away. Haze was going to hold onto him for as long as he let them.

~~~

Haze was waiting out in the corridor when Draco left his class. He went straight for them, noticing the absent look on their face.

"What's wrong?" He reached for them, wrapping Haze up in his arms.

They startled a bit, not having noticed Draco's approach. "Hm? Oh, nothing. Just... thinking."

Draco looked down at them skeptically. While absentminded and thoughtful, Haze didn't look distressed or anything, so Draco let it go. Kissing Haze's forehead, he asked, "Lunch?"

Haze nodded, pulling back to lace their fingers together. They walked down the hall, lost in the flow of students making their way toward lunch.

Draco was acutely aware of Haze's distance and wondered what had happened during their time apart that weighed so heavy on their mind. Haze, grounded by Draco's presence, sat and ate lunch, mind still focused on their conversation with Madam Pomfrey.

They had talked about the blockers she had put them on. The original potion would wear off naturally around Haze's next birthday—and they would be too old to take more—, but they could take another potion to counteract the blockers and start puberty as normal anytime. Since puberty caused permanent changes in the body, there was a lot to think about.

Relieved that Haze had come to this exploration on their own—and hadn't waited till the last minute—, Madam Pomfrey had suggested a Mind Healer who specialized in sex and gender identity.

Haze was wary, as their assigned Mind Healer after the war hadn't been able to do all that much for them. Pomfrey, though, insisted that she had a few different people in mind and Haze could change to someone else if they didn't like the one they met with.

Haze eventually agreed; though they did ask her to make sure that the Healer wouldn't make a big deal over who they were. Madam Pomfrey assured them that she had already considered that and told Haze they could see Healer Benns after their last class tomorrow.

~~~

Haze was so completely lost in thought, that they were startled to find themselves in Potions. Hours must have passed since they met with Pomfrey.

Looking around, Haze found themself grinding something into powder—common rue? maybe? —, and Draco beside them stirring a potion. Hermione was at the table in front of them, with her own cauldron, laughing with Pansy, who had her own pestle and mortar.

The clock on the wall beside them indicated that class was almost over. Blinking hard and shaking their head to clear it, Haze turned to the board to see what they were supposed to be making.

Felix Felicis

Oh.

Looking over, they found Draco watching them with a raised eyebrow. Haze gave a timid smile and continued grinding.

Draco leaned toward them slightly, still stirring. "Alright?"

Haze nodded, looking up at him, and smiled again. "Yeah. Just... lost in thought I suppose."

He hummed and turned back to the cauldron, not asking but obviously wanting to.

Draco refused to push Haze's boundaries; waiting until they were ready. That, more than anything, prompted Haze to say, "I went to see Madam Pomfrey."

At Draco's alarmed expression, Haze was quick to add, "Not about anything serious, just about..." Haze glanced back down at the mortar and pestle in their hands.

"Ah." Haze couldn't look at him, but he could hear the understanding in his voice. "And she gave you a lot to think about, I suppose."

Haze smiled. Draco wasn't asking what they talked about or what it was they were thinking. He was letting Haze decide what they were ready to share.

Haze wanted to kiss him. They settled for bumping their shoulder against his. "She set me up to see a Mind Healer tomorrow after class. Someone who specializes in this sort of thing."

Draco nodded slowly, took the stirring rod from the cauldron, and turned up the heat. Haze handed over the now-powdered common rue.

They watched in rapt attention as Draco finished the potion. Watched his arm muscles move under the fabric of his shirt. Watched his fingers dance gracefully. Watched the way a few strands of hair fell gently down to block Haze's view of his face.

They reached up absentmindedly to tuck the lock back behind his ear. Draco, focused on the potion, startled at the touch. Realizing, he glanced at Haze, offering a small, genuine smile.

"Thanks."

Haze smiled back. Tucking a lock of their own hair back. "You know, I think your hair is longer than mine."

Draco scoffed, keeping his eyes on the potion. "I highly doubt it; yours is just curly. Gives the illusion of being shorter."

Haze hummed in thought. "Maybe." They pulled on a strand. It was quite long; almost down to their shoulders when pulled straight like this. Unbidden, they asked, "Do you think I should cut it?"

Draco bit his tongue—hard—to stop the immediate 'NO!' from leaving his mouth. He loved Haze's hair; the dark nest of curls had always fascinated and distracted him, even before he had realized his infatuation with them was more love than hate.

Instead, he went with a more neutral answer. "I love your hair. It's beautiful."

Pansy and Hermione made half-genuine, half-mocking, 'Awww's from in front of them. Haze and Draco both looked up, alarmed to see the girls smiling back at them. They both giggled and turned back around to face their own cauldron.

Draco and Haze looked at each other. Draco voiced what they were both thinking. "What have we done?"

Haze shook their head, shuddering at the thought. Just one of the girls alone was dangerous. Together?

They could bring down the world.

Draco's wand chirped, pulling them out of their growing unease. He picked it up but paused. "I think you should do the incantation."

Haze blinked at him. "Me? Why? You're the one who did most of the work."

Draco rolled his eyes. "You've taken the potion before. Plus, your magic is stronger than mine."

Haze looked at him skeptically. They had no idea what either of those things had to do with casting the final incantation over the potion. Surely Draco’s experience and skill in potion-making counted for more. Still, they went willingly as Draco took them by the shoulders and directed them in front of the cauldron.

He pointed at the line in the textbook that had the incantation on it and whispered it in their ear. Goosebumps rose along their neck and arms. Haze could feel Draco's warmth pressed against their back.

They closed their eyes, trying to remember what it felt like to take the potion, relishing in the feel of Draco's hands on their hips and breath on their ear, very aware of Hermione and Pansy watching them.

Taking a deep breath, Haze let their magic fill them, then channeled it through their wand delicately.

Draco laughed in disbelief, right into Haze's ear. They jumped, eyes flying open.

"Sorry," He wrapped his arms fully around Haze's middle. "I just- We did it!" His voice was soft, but full of awe.

Haze looked down into the cauldron and saw the golden potion jumping merrily inside. They laughed too. "We did it."

Haze glanced up to find Hermione smiling at them. She winked before turning back to her own perfect potion.

Haze sighed contentedly, relaxing back into Draco's arms.

They had no use for this potion.

Not anymore.

[humblefryingpan]

I love that every time I find a marauders fic they'll mention not supporting jkr. Buddy you're writing about "what if sirius's dead brother was trans and wanted to bang harry's dead dad" we know you don't <3

[aezran]

Slytherins are written to be the opposite of what jkr considers “good” and “appropriate”.

You know what that means?

happy pride

[mysharona1987]

[my-castles-crumbling]

black - November 7th - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 356 - trans!regulus (fits in with my longfic, Clandestine, but can be read alone)

Regulus was ten when he'd chosen his first name. When he'd sat in Sirius's room, hidden away from the rest of the world, and picked the name that reflected who he truly was, and not who his parents wanted him to be.

The first time he'd heard Sirius refer to him with his name, the euphoria had been inexplicable. A rush of joy and emotion so intense he'd lost his breath for a moment. That was his name. Not the name his parents had given him at birth.

But even as he grew and learned to not only celebrate his name, but who he was, something still wasn't perfect. Because as amazing as it was to be referred to as Mister Black, he was still saddled with the surname of his parents. The parents who hated him. The parents who hurt him and screamed at him, just for being himself. The parents he'd finally physically escaped, but was still connected to through a stupid name.

So, really, when the opportunity arose, the decision was the second-easiest decision he'd made in his life. Second-easiest, of course, only to saying, "Yes" when James had gotten on one knee only a few weeks prior.

"I want to take your last name," he whispered one night, curled in James's arms as they sat in their small living room, a fire roaring in the fireplace.

He felt his fiancé's breathing still. They hadn't discussed it at all, up until this point, and he knew bringing it up so randomly was probably a shock.

"Baby..." James whispered, pulling back so they could look at each other, "...you know you don't have to, right? I mean, we have options, we can talk about it. We can- we can hyphenate, we can both keep out own names. Hell, I'm so fucking thrilled to be marrying you, I'll be James Black, if that's what you-"

But Regulus was sure. "No," he shook his head, smiling a bit. "I want to be Regulus Potter."

A stunning smile spread across James's face. "Gods," he murmured, eyes twinkling, "that sounds so fucking good."

Regulus couldn't help but agree.