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Harrison (Harry) Potter, both loved and hated the magical world.
Firstly, he loved it because after little Rose (Rosie) Potter came out as trans, nobody batted an eye.
All papers removed his deadname, even Rita Skeeter never put it as a catching title.
The weirdest part was, sure they put that he uses he/him now in the paper, whatever.
No, the odd part was Draco Malfoy,
apologizing
for deadnaming him.
As he didn't get the paper since he was in the hospital wing.
No slurs or purposeful deadnaming in sight. Even Hermione looked confused!
Madam Pomfrey pulled him aside later that month to talk about the magical world's ways of transitioning for when he came of age.
Of course there was normal surgery for the muggleborns so they had records muggles doctors could know and work with.
Then there was straight up transfiguring your body. Apparently, it was a normal accidental magic older teens do when having dysphoric breakdowns.
And finally, potions that would, slowly , transition you. Similar to testosterone shots but also does the would've been surgery part.
First thing he did was, do research about all of this.
Surely it had to be newer magic, right?
Nope! Almost twenty years.
Second thing, Harrison Potter did was ask Dumbledore to see if Minister Fudge was available to talk.
And next thing you know, Harry is getting escorted from lunch with worried glances from his friends.
(Not from Luna, she always knows what's going on behind closed doors,
before Harry had came out she had called him Harrison by accident.)
And suddenly, he was in an office with Minister Fudge.
Harry had gone to Hermione with his plan, and she helped him write out
a formal paper detailing
why
keeping transitional magic from muggles was harmful to everyone.
So he simply nodded to Fudge and slid the paper to him.
Fudge seemed to skim it, before his eyes widened.
"I can't possibly pass this." He dared to say.
"Why on earth not?"
"I- What? You already know about the Statute, right?" Harry rolled his eyes, "Sir, with all due respect, I'm sure there are ways around that."
"W-We cannot risk.. them finding out about us, you know this!" He says 'them' as though merely referring to muggles will cause them to know.
Sadly for him, Harry has a lot of pent-up anger.
" They are my people!" And truly, they are. The small communities made throughout England were like family wherever he went.
Fudge stared at him incredulously, "So is the wizarding world, if I allow this to pass we risk exposure."
"AT LEAST THEY WERE THERE FOR ME! Tell me, where were any wizards when I was getting chased by dementors during the summer?"
A silent pause echoed through the room, both of them knowing the answer.
"NOWHERE! And when I fought back, you gave me a hearing and tried to expel me!"
"At least my community never betrayed me in such a way before, and still expects me to fight a war for them."
Harry scoffed, crossing his arms along his chest as he spoke.
Fudge sighed, the type that you hear from adults when they've realized they're wrong but never admit to it.
He ran his fingers through graying hair, and picked up his quil.
Harry could feel when it was accepted, the magic around the room and in him hummed, and danced around.
Sure, there will be an uproar tomorrow, but at this moment. Harry had done right by the only thing that still felt like himself.