Harry Potter: God of the Wizarding World

When Harry Potter had defeated Voldemort he thought he had a bright and brilliant future ahead of him. Needless to say, this wasn't the case: Harry couldn't get a job!

The Wizarding world started treating him like a God. Before long a temple to his honour was built in Hogsmeade, and it had hundreds of visitors every day.

Ron and Colin became the high priests, and earned lots of money on Harry-Potter-is-God merchandise.

No one in the wizarding world dared hiring a God. Maybe he would kill them, if he thought they paid him too little? Besides, their work was beneath him!

As Harry one day sat in his ridiculously small flat (his followers paid money to his temple, but not to him) he thought deeply about his situation. Where would the muffin of tomorrow come from, when he didn't have an income?
He made himself a nifty list:

1. I need to get a job
2. I'm Harry Potter. I CAN'T get a job!
3. Muggle World?
4. Am too good for them
5. If I changed my looks I could do it.

Harry realised the list was no good, but he liked the last idea. If he changed his looks... Not Polyjuice, no, but maybe plastic surgery? But, then again, the wizarding world probably had a better solution. A potion!
"YES! That's IT!" he suddenly yelled. He had the perfect idea!

Harry had always had a (suppresed) dream of being a girl. He thought the Dursley's might've treated him better, if he was female, and the idea had lingered. He just hadn't thought about really DOING it... It had been more like a lost childhood-dream.

Hermione readily helped him. He didn't tell her why he needed a gender change-potion, but she had probably figured that out long ago. She was an intelligent witch, after all.

The fact that she worked in Florish & Blotts didn't make matters worse - she knew where everything was, and quickly found a book for him.
As Harry bought the book, the clerk muttered something that sounded like "Second this week... Am I hallucinating again!?"

So Harry brewed the potion. It took him two months, as he'd never paid attention in Potions, but when it was finally done, he was very satisfied. The liquid was bright pink, and smelled like an overly flowered perfume. He downed it, and reached the conclusion, that it didn't taste as well as he'd imagined.

The edges of his vision blurred, and suddenly everything grew dark.

~*~

When she woke up, she was on her back, staring up into a blurry ceiling.

Harry slowly sat up, trying to focus. She felt about the floor for a bit, and finally found her glasses. She put them on, looked down and gasped.

Harry Potter had breasts. She hadn't really considered this change, but it looked funny. She poked one of them, and it wobbled.

She stood up, and walked to her bathroom-mirror.
"Oooh! I'm pretty!" she said, and posed. Harry's voice was a lot higher than ever before, and she liked it.

Her hair had grown a lot, it went all the way down to her elbows now. She was slim and her figure was quite pretty. Overall she was actually quite satisfied.

"I have to get rid of these glasses! I look so... so geeky!" she exclaimed with disgust. "And some new clothes, to show of my legs!"

So Harry Potter Apparated out her flat, and into the first Muggle shop she thought of. She didn't think robes would show of her overly good looks properly.

When Harry arrived home she had loads and loads of packages. She threw them all on her bed (as there was no space anywhere else), and hurried out to the tiny bathroom.

The Boy (..or is that Girl?) Who Lived took of those HORRID glasses and took a long shower with her new oils and shampoos. Then she put on her new contact lenses, some cleavage-showing clothes, put on some make-up (which also hid her scar), and then headed for Witches Weekly's office. She wanted to be a journalist!

Lukily it turned out, that the owner of Witches Weekly was actually a man. All Harry had to do was flash, and then she had a job. He sent her down to the part of the magazine that dealed with fashion. He didn't even ask for her name.
Her fellow workers asked, though, and Harry suddenly realised, that a girl couldn't be called Harry.
"Harrietta Evans," she answered. It was the first name she thought up, that didn't involve 'Potter' or 'Malfoy'.

"Draka Black," a striking blonde said, and stuck out her hand. Harrietta took it, and smiled.

"Tara Bot," another girl introduced herself.

"I'm Justine Fletchly," another one broke in, and gave Harrietta a hug.

Harrietta thought she'd seen all of these girls before, but she couldn't put her finger on where.
"I'm on the fashion of the celebrities with Tara!" Draka told her. "Justine is on make-up guides. Want to go with her in the first week?" Harrietta nodded. Draka had an air of arrogance and control over her, and she clearly enojoyed it - the other two girls seemed to do whatever Draka said, so Harietta figured she might need to too.

Through that first week Harrietta became certain she knew her colleagues. But how? From where?
She spent entire MINUTES of her day focusing on the topic, but couldn't figure it out.
But then, when she read a copy of Witches Weekly at work, she saw an interview with Gilderoy Lockhart (who had returned with a vengeance). There was an interesting question. "What would you be called if you were a girl?" To which he answered; "Gilda, of course!"

Harrietta gaped like fish out of water for a few minutes, before jumping out of her chair.

"YOU'RE ALL BOYS!" she said, and pointed at Tara, Justine and Draka.

Justine suddenly began crying, Tara looked angry and Draka was quite indifferent. "What does it matter?"

"YOU'RE DRACO MALFOY!"

"Not anymore," came the cocky reply.

"But.. but..!?"

"I didn't want to be hunted because of my father, so I changed my gender. Justine wanted to hide after that embarrassing situation with Oliver Wood in Puddlemere's changing rooms and Tara simply wanted to be a girl. So did Justine and I, of course. We found a way out of our misery! And you obviously did too, Harry"
Harrietta was surprised at this speech - and how had Draco figured out who she was? She reached the conclusion that this did not matter, as her pent up lust for Draco hadn't worn of, after all. Who cared that Draco was actually a girl now?
Harrietta bounced over to Draka, and snogged her. Luckily Draka snogged back.
Tara and Justine looked at each other. "No need in hiding it anymore, huh?" Tara exclaimed and snogged Justine.

~*~

Ron and Colin married in Harry's name, when they discovered Harry had gone missing. They claimed he had gone to Heaven, to rule the world from there. This earned them even more followers (and money) than ever before.

Everyone lived happily ever after, except Snape - he jumped out of the Astronomy Tower, when he found out his long time crush had died (after which Draka took over the position as Potions Mistress.)