The Struggles Of Being Sarah Potter, The-Transgender-Girl-Once-Boy-Who-Lived

Halloween!!!🎃🍫🍬🍭

Okay, I meant to update sooner, but my depression got to be to much, and I just didn't have the heart to write. I hope you'll forgive me as I start posting chapters again. Also, overwhelming amount of people want me to keep bad Ron, so I may eventually, at the end of this fic, write an alternate chapter for this putting Ron as the good guy, but for now, he stays bad. Also, I didn't think this was important enough to outright mention earlier, but Hermione is a Muslim in my story. It isn't going to be anything prominent, just vaguely mentioned, and part of her character. If I get any facts wrong, feel free to let me know, and I will change that ASAP so as to not offend anyone. Thanks!

Disclaimer:

Brennan: why am I here?

Me: to do the disclaimer.

Brennan: I don't know what that means.

Me: just tell everyone I don't own anything so I don't get in trouble.

Brennan: Phoenix_Malfoy doesn't own Harry Potter, Potter puppet pals, Bones, on anything else you may recognize.

Me: now that that's over, onto the story!

Sarah woke up, and she did the homework she had neglected to do the night before in favor of introducing Draco to the internet and watching the princess bride. She scribbled furiously, and after she was finished, she went to go shower, and afterwards she blow dried her hair.

"You know sweetie, you really should try something different with your hair today." the mirror says, and Sarah, instead of just brushing it off like she normally does, looks thoughtful, I mean, it's halloween, why not try something different?

"What would you suggest?" Sarah asked, and, if mirrors can squeal, that's certainly what this one did.

"Either a braid or a loose bun would look good on you, and you should add a hair clip to the front, maybe a butterfly! I know you have one in your bag, even if you haven't worn it yet!" the mirror says, and Sarah knows exactly which clip the mirror means. The clip had been a gift from her mum, well, to most of the wizarding world, her aunt, the day her aunt had first taken her shopping for girls clothing. It was a jeweled butterfly clip, with soft blue and purple stone. She had begged her aunt for the butterfly clip, and her aunt had agreed. Sarah treasured this clip, it symbolized her turning from a caterpillar to a butterfly on the outside. Harry to Sarah, and she loved it. Sarah pulled out the clip from the suitcase, and placed it on the table. She pulled her hair back into a braid, and then twisted her hair back into a bun. Just because she didn't normally do her hair up, doesn't mean she didn't know how. She had been a part of the school musicals back when she was in muggle school, and she had been one of the people who did hair for show nights. She hoped she could get back for the performance to do hair and see the show, if nothing else. This year their doing fiddler on the roof. She pushed that line of thought out of her head, as it was giving her homesickness, and she grabbed the butterfly clip, gently using it to pin her hair back. She shook Hermione awake, knowing she would want to do the last minutes revisions of her homework she would have done last night, but they were watching the princess bride. She walked down to breakfast silently, thinking about home. She ate a muffin, waiting for Hermione and Draco to come down. They both did eventually.

"So, how did you enjoy last night?" Sarah signed with a grin to Draco, who sent an elated grin back.

"It was fantastic! I've never seen anything quite like a movie, you think we could watch another one tonight, especially as it's a Friday, and Halloween?" Draco signed hopefully, and Sarah pretended to look contemplative, they looking who Hermione, who nods her head.