Harry Potter Gender Bender Novels & Stories

“S-sorcery? Like Merlin or, um, Harry Potter?” “Harry who?” She shook her head. “Certainly like Merlin, or Solomon. If you are taught well your power could be considerable. I can help there, but you really need to practice in the real world. Magic is very easy here, where reality can be easily manipulated.” She waved a hand at the scenery and the room changed from Egyptian bedroom to Medieval torture chamber, complete with the rack that Michael was now lying on. Her own clothes transformed into a leather dominatrix set as he watched, and he was now wearing a small pair of leather shorts. She looked back towards him and they were back in the bedroom overlooking Alexandria. “See? You can't cha

I breathed out, taking out an eolian melody, controlling the air that escaped my lips. A squall roared through the hallways. The bender covered his face with his hands. Towering behind him, I grabbed his wrist and twisted his neck with a crack. I dragged him to an isolated balcony and exchanged my clothes with his. I took his wand. I couldn’t use it though. Disguised as a light bender, I dashed to the basement. “Hey!” A bender ran to me before I entered the basement. I stayed calm and looked into his eyes, “yes, priest?”

Listening to Harry mention Leo, Darcy's old wound tore up and she almost screamed, "Do not mention Leo with your dirty lips, Harry. You don't deserve to call yourself his father, let alone this boy's." "Who are you trying to fool here by referring Leo as 'this boy'. He clearly is Leo, Harry's heir." Suddenly a soft voice laced with maliciousness and smugfulness sound from behind Harry. A woman in champagne dress showed up. Leisurely resting her hands on Harry's shoulder she added, "Do you think by applying lens to Leo's eyes to change his eyes' color, you can fool anyone that he isn't Leo?" The boy looked exactly like Leo just the eyes. Leo looked exactly as his mother but he had got his fat

I shake my head- I am not going to let her foolish words bother me Soon we got home and … Harry, that sentimental fool, rushes toward Alora like a moth to flame. The guards try to stop him - they know better than to let anyone near those silver chains - it is highly refined silver that even I cannot afford to touch my skin. But Harry pushes through the guard with a strength I didn't think he still possessed even after his wolf has been lost "My little girl," he almost cries- eww, pathetic.

The group of men filter behind the grizzly bear in front of us. Gee-gee lets out an over exaggerated laugh. “Oh, I’M SORRY, I must be misunderstanding you. Did you just call your FUTURE QUEEN a mud-blood?” Before he can respond she continues. “What is this? Fucking Harry Potter?” The man sniffs his nose before spitting on the ground in front of me. “She’s no future Queen of mine.” The men behind him yell out their agreement. I take a step closer to the man and give him a sinister smile. “What is your name, sir?” I bat my eyes at him.

As I touched his skin, he fell under the enchantment, and I began to manipulate the situation, creating a narrative. What Henry believed was happening was me tearing off his clothes and kissing him intensely, allowing him to fulfill all the fantasies his distorted mind projected. I sat in the corner of the room, watching the comical scene before me, where he touched himself, thinking it was me. “Alpha, we need a word!” Harry's voice, the beta, echoed through the door. I bit my lips in anger; the magic was delicate, and any change could break the spell. I messed up my clothes and hair and threw some water on my body, pretending to be sweaty. Furthermore, I stayed close to Henry, who seemed to

Defeated and imprisoned in the basement, she loomed as a dark presence in our aftermath. A wave of conflicting emotions surged through me. I harbored deep hatred and revulsion for this malevolent woman, yet there was also a trace of compassion and reluctance. Harry emerged from the basement, dragging a frail and pitiful figure behind him. The person who had once been a formidable magician was now reduced to a shadow of her former self. Her body, once powerful and vibrant, had become a mere husk, a stark testament to the cost of dabbling in dark arts. Yolanda was brought before us, barely able to stand. Her face was ashen, her eyes vacant, yet a flicker of defiance and hatred remained in her

“This place sure is filthy. I nearly forgot about this because of some nuisance, but you can fix this, right, Harry?” His threatening tone they are the use of hearing from him. His smile and expression show his pride, which is his embracing nature. “Of course.” Harry confidently said, snapping his finger and in a second changing everything into the pristine and luxurious property that is their little haven of darkness. “Now that we have our place, our identity is set, shall we all work according to His will?” Harry reminded them with a tone that is threatening and not just a simple reminder. With their expression that shows their sins. One by one they change their appearance. One by one they

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

Lily asked. “Like Voldemort, he put pieces of his soul into objects so he could live forever. Evil fucking bastard, with his snake head.” Cyrus explained. “So, you’re actually turning Lily’s beautiful story into a kid’s story about a wizzard villain?” His mate April asked, rolling her eyes at her Cyrus. We all laughed. Cyrus always had a movie or song lyric to quote to explain a situation. “It’s not like Harry Potter. You can’t resurrect us using our grandkids.” I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide.