I'm not 'her' anymore

Chapter 1

*Harry/Harriet is 9. This story starts on his birthday. He hasn't got his Hogwarts letter yet but gets it earlier than all of the other first years. He will be 9 in his first year*
*this is Harriet's POV"
"Girl get down here!" Uncle Vernon yelled from the kitchen.
"C-coming sir!" I responded, running downstairs.
"Make breakfast. Then we will have fun-time" He said loudly, making me flinch.
I responded by nodding, then hurried to make breakfast. I didn't know how much he was doing today. It scares me every time.
"Now go to the bedroom. You know what to do." He said, and started eating.
"Y-yes sir." I replied, and went to the bedroom
In the bedroom, I took of my shirt, as that is what was expected from me, and waited. When Uncle arrived, he brought a whip with him. Then he chained me to the bed and whipped me. I knew better than to cry out though, he would only beat me more.
After a few hours, 'fun-time' was over. Uncle went downstairs, and I went to my cupboard as I am supposed to.
Then A letter slid through my door.
"You are going to this school whether you like it or not. It gets you out of my hair." I heard uncle say, then I opened the letter
Before I could say anything, Dudley ran past with Aunt Petunia following. They were all going out it seemed.
"this house must be spotless before we come back," Uncle said, "or there will be punishment."
"Yes sir." I mumbled, and waited for them to leave before opening the letter.
Hogwarts...
A school...
A way to escape...
And it starts in 2 days. And I didn't know until now. I will probably be beat tonight and tomorrow, probably more than usual.
Nonetheless, I cleaned for hours until they came back, but I wasn't wearing a shirt still. They came back with someone else though. Someone I've never seen before.
Dudley was the first to get to me.
"Hey hare, I'm sorry about what is going to happen." He said.
"Whatever," I said, turning around to face him." But I have to tell you something," I paused.
"Which is?"
"I don't like being a girl!" I blurted out, loud enough for all of them to hear me.
Wrong move.
Uncle pulled me by my hair up to the attic. That is where he keeps his 'toys'. He carved words into my arms and stomach with a knife. Words like 'freak' or 'mistake'. He did even more than that, and I couldn't help it this time, I screamed out in agony, and I knew everyone in the house could hear it. The next thing I know, I black out.
The next day, I wake to more beating.
"Pack your things and get out of here." Uncle said, hitting me once more.
I went to pack right when he left, then changed into a long sleeved jacket dispite how hot it was outside.