The Boy Who Lived Was Not Hairy — She Was Pre-T

Fandom used to be the only place I could almost exist.

I had to headcanon myself into the background, wedge myself between the margins, beg fanfic for scraps of survival. There was no trans joy in here though because J.K. Rowling didn’t forget us.

She excluded us.

“The Sorting Hat took one look and said, ‘She’s a TERF, but she’s OUR problem now.’”

This wasn’t a stumble. This was erasure. This was policy. This was the same woman who built seven books of magical realism. Her books have no space for trans bodies or queer love. They lack Black protagonists outside of tokenism and tropes.

So this is how I fight back:

With glitter. With pettiness. With poetry. With jokes too trans and too alive for her to handle.

Because the boy who lived was not hairy.

She was pre-T.

“She didn’t forget to write us. She made sure we weren’t there.”

TWO TRUTHS J.K. ROWLING WISHES YOU’D FORGET

1. She didn’t stumble into TERFdom she committed to it.

She didn’t get tricked or “radicalized.” She’s not misinformed. Rowling writes essays defending anti-trans bigots. She follows every pipeline Twitter account imaginable. She promotes “gender critical” authors and retweets the worst of them with pride. This isn’t a misunderstanding. It’s a mission.

2. Her magical world made sure we weren’t invited.

No canonically queer characters until the series was over, and even then she had his gayness retrofitted. Poor Dumbledore. Yet never once did Rowling put it on one page. No trans characters. No fat characters who were treated with dignity. No explicitly Jewish or Muslim heroes. No central Black or brown characters. No disability. No real neurodivergent individuals. The most magical place on earth was somehow just… white, thin, cis, straight, able-bodied. That’s not coincidence. That’s design!

“The boy who lived was not hairy but, she was pre-T.”

It’s a joke, but it’s also a gut punch.

Because if J.K. had her way, we wouldn’t exist at all.

We grew up in the shadow of books that trained us not to see ourselves. Then we hacked the system. We wrote fanfics. We transed the characters. Then we turned Hogwarts into a trans haven. And the minute she noticed, she lost her mind.

She has to fear us.

Not because we’re wrong.

But because we’re free in a way she never was.

She writes trauma and calls it womanhood. She cages her characters in binaries. Rowling creates entire species of magical slaves and calls it world building. She lets evil rise again and again, but heaven forbid we give Hermione a girlfriend or make Harry trans.

And she actively dead names Voldemort!

She hates us because we found joy inside what she thought was a cage.

And that’s what terrifies her the most, I bet

That we exist anyway.

That we make it funny.

And then we make it magic.

So yes, the boy who lived was pre-T. He is she. I know this tranny right here doesn’t owe that woman a damn thing.

“She fears trans joy more than she feared Voldemort.”

I don’t write these because I think JK Rowling will change.

I write them for the kids like me who had to twist canon just to breathe. For the ones who made their first “they/them” OC on DeviantArt. For the ones who had to carve community out of thin air tags. This is for every trans kid who saw magic, but never saw themselves.

You saw it anyway.

You made it anyway.

You are living it anyway.

This hunt?

It’s our coven now.

🪄

“If your villain is a snake-man, but your real enemy is a trans teen on T? You’re not writing fiction. You’re writing a manifesto.”