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ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ

ʏᴏᴜ εѵε૨ყ ƭเɱε ყσµ ƭɦเɳҡ ყσµ α૨ε ɓ૨σҡεɳ,

ҡɳσω ƭɦเร: ყσµ α૨ε ɳεѵε૨ ૨εαℓℓყ ɓ૨εαҡเɳɠ.

ɳσ σɳε ૮αɳ ɓ૨εαҡ αɳ σ૮εαɳ,

∂α૨ℓเɳɠ, αℓℓ ყσµ α૨ε ∂σเɳɠ,

เร ɓ૨εαҡเɳɠ ƭɦε ɠℓαรร ƭɦαƭ เร ɦσℓ∂เɳɠ ყσµ ɓα૮ҡ,

∂เѵเɳɠ ∂εερε૨ เɳƭσ ყσµ૨ σωɳ ∂ερƭɦร,

∂เร૮σѵε૨เɳɠ ყσµ૨รεℓƒ เɳ ρσ૮ҡεƭร σƒ ƭɦε ɱσรƭ รσɱɓε૨ ωαѵεร,

૨εɓµเℓ∂เɳɠ ყσµ૨ ɦεα૨ƭ

ωเƭɦ ૮σ૨αℓ, ωเƭɦ รεαωεε∂, ωเƭɦ ɱσσɳ ૮σℓσµ૨ε∂ รαɳ∂ ∂µรƭ.

รσ รƭσρ ƭ૨ყเɳɠ ƭσ ɦσℓ∂ ყσµ૨รεℓƒ ɓα૮ҡ เɳรเ∂ε ƭɦαƭ ɠℓαรร,

เƭ ωαร ɳεѵε૨ ɱεαɳƭ ƭσ ɦσℓ∂ ყσµ.

เɳรƭεα∂, ɓ૨εαҡ เƭ, รɦαƭƭε૨ เƭ เɳƭσ α ƭɦσµรαɳ∂ ρเε૮εร...

αɳ∂ ɓε૮σɱε ωɦσ ყσµ ωε૨ε αℓωαყร ɱεαɳƭ ƭσ ɓε,

αɳ σ૮εαɳ, ρ૨σµ∂ αɳ∂ ωɦσℓε.

ɴɪᴋɪᴛᴀ ɢɪʟʟ

HARRIET LILY POTTER spent her childhood confined in the cupboard under the stairs. After being called a Freak or girl for ten years, she finally discovers the world of magic and that her parents were magic themselves.

But fate won't leave her alone, Harriet discovers that the Wizarding world will always see her as the Girl Who Lived and not as Harriet. They will always expect something from her, never realising that she is only a child.

Thrust into a world where she has to shoulder the responsibilities of leading a war she doesn't want to, Harriet discovers who she is. And she has to own it especially since a certain twinkling eye headmaster can't help poking his crooked nose where it doesn't belong.

The marauder's era watch as the Girl-Who-Lived navigates through Drama, betrayal, Love and War.

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 cͨhͪaͣрⷬᴛeͤrͬ 1    

"ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ"

THOUSANDS OF FLOATING LIGHTS LIGHT up the ceiling as the hall sits down to commemorate the first day of a new year.

Stories about summer and new friendships are shared around the table. A calm relief and a moment of forgetfulness are present despite the war that threatens their lives beyond the safe confines of this castle.

Their feast is interrupted however by a clang of the knob and creak resonated the hall as the doors of the Great hall opened to reveal guests.

The ancient and noble houses that govern over their society's house of representatives stride in with calm and cold disdain despite the underlying current of confusion.

The ministry of magic entered with the man who is the face of their community, the minister of magic along with seasoned Aurors following after him.

The other families, that of the Tonks with their daughter, and the Weasleys with their three children were behind them.

A new family entered the hall at last. Jewelled eyes that scanned the entirety of the great hall with a blank look on his face, a man led the family into the hall.

"It's your fault beloved. I miss my strawberries."

"What have you done now Al?"

The blond man gasps dramatically.

"Et Tu mamá?"

The woman gave Al a cold stare before shifting her gaze to his brother.

"What's happening?"

"I don't know, mother."

The blonde man looks at the headmaster in horror as if someone killed his owl.

"WHAT ARE YOU WEARING YOU DUMB PIECE OF SHIT? ARE YOU IN NEED OF A MIRROR??!!"

Molly Weasely rises to defend the headmaster.

"LISTEN HERE YOUNG MA-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP. I WON'T LISTEN TO YOU, YOU RED-HEADED BANSHEE!!!"

The man then turns and jumps into the hands of the man behind him ranting about fashion disasters and bad red bunny.

Though before anyone could speak anything a note fell from the ceiling leaving a trail of gold in its wake.

𝖣ᴇᴀʀ Wɪᴢᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ Wᴏʀʟᴅ,

A woman's voice echoed throughout the hall. 

Wᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴇɴᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ- 

"THE FUTURE! NO WAY!!!"

"HIPPOGRIFF SHIT!!"

"SILENCE!"

Wᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ sᴏᴜɴᴅs ᴏᴜᴛʟᴀɴᴅɪsʜ. Bᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘʟᴇss. Wᴇ ᴡᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴡɪᴢᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴡᴀʀ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ғʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ. Wᴇ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇs, ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ Wɪᴢᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴡᴀʀ. Eᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ʀᴏᴏᴍ ɪs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴀᴛʜᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ɢᴜᴇsᴛs. Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʙᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ. Lᴀᴅʏ Hᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛs ᴡɪʟʟ sᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴇᴅs. Tʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ɢᴜᴇsᴛs ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴡ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs. 

Rᴇɢᴀʀᴅs,

Tʜᴇ Fᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ.

The hall turns towards the group that just entered in curiosity.

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cͨhͪaͣрⷬᴛⷮeͤrͬ 2

ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ

TO SAY HE WAS PISSED was an understatement.

He was already having a bad day.

His parents don't like him destroying their peace.

His brother was a cold bastard that sunk the Titanic.

Oh, he was sure.

Even if history said otherwise.

His beloved loved strawberries and was in the process of consuming the eighth bowl from the morning when they were kidnapped to whatever Merlin-forsaken place this was.

He felt a headache incoming and Santa Claus with the crooked nose with Merlin's awful colour and red hair Banshee wasn't helping it.

He missed her. She could handle all their family dynamics. His father's cold heart, his mother's expectations and his brother's hard gaze.

Sometimes he thinks of her. When the world feels suffocating and feels like he's falling into a deep pit of despair.

He lets out a deep sigh.

Somedays he misses her more than ever.

He is cut off his musings when his father introduces himself. His father's blue eyes calm as the ocean.

"Well met. My name is Eosphorus Ambrosia. Lord of the Most Ancient and Glorious House of Ambrosia."

His mother's green eyes soften as she stands next to his father. 

"Merry met. My name is Charbel Ambrosia. Lady to the Most Ancient and Glorious House of Ambrosia."

He admires them. Their flame of love, burning with the same passion as it did for the last twenty-five years. 

A love he hopes he will share with his beloved.

His brother who looks so much like their father goes next.

"Well met. My name is Aloysius Ambrosia. Heir to the Most Ancient and Glorious House of Ambrosia."

"Merry met. My name is Hilda Ambrosia. Heir-consort of the Most Ancient and Glorious House of Ambrosia."

He still doesn't understand how his Titanic-sinking-brother get such a wonderful woman.

His beloved goes next. His grey eyes are fond as he looks at him.

"Well met. My name is Alessandro Ambrosia. Heir Presumptive-Consort of the Most Ancient and Glorious House of Ambrosia."

Their eyes turn to him as he stands up to introduce himself. He runs his eyes through the crowd and smiles when he sees her. He then proceeds to proclaim the name gifted to him by mother magic.

"Well met.My name is Alcaeus Ambrosia. Heir Presumptive of the Most Ancient and Glorious House of Ambrosia."

He smirks.

Silence descends on the hall.

Then, chaos breaks out.

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cͨhͪaͣрⷬᴛⷮeͤrͬ 3

ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ

THE SCREEN SLIDES OPEN TO reveal a brightly lit room.

"I think that's a therapist's office." Mary MacDonald remarks.

"What's a therapist?" A pureblood asks.

"They are like mind healers. They help people navigate difficult life situations such as the death of the loved one, divorce, natural disasters, school stress or the loss of a job."

"So they help deal with trauma?"

"Not only that. Sometimes people need to talk to understand and gain a new perspective on the world, so the therapists help them because they want to. In doing so, they help people have a better experience in their journey."

"But won't revealing your feelings be a weakness? They can be used against your will."

"No. It's not a weakness. Talking helps. And it's not only for people with mental issues unlike what sigma says. One of the great things about therapy is consent. Nothing happens without your written consent. Plus they have a contract to never break their client's confidentiality unless in danger."

"That's interesting."

"It is."

"I think we all need something like that as well," Eosphorus said.

"I think it will be helpful as well. We need to talk to the goblins." Arcturus Black replied.

"Now that you tell about it, I think everyone in the wizarding world needs to go to therapy," Marlene said.

The decor is simple. In the front, there is a window. There are bookshelves on the wall. At first glance, it appears to be nothing special. Close inspection reveals that everything in the room is in varying shades of grey. A chair and a side table are placed in front of the window. A reclining chair sits next to it.

A woman sits on the chair, scribbling on a notepad. Someone comes to the door and knocks.

"Please come in."

A woman walks into the room. She is quite tall. Her ebony hair, styled in a delicate bun with strands framing her oval-shaped face, stood out against her porcelain skin. Her emerald gaze shifts to the woman seated in the chair. She was dressed in a black puff-sleeved dress with intricate rose details on the fabric and gold buttons on the cuffs.

"She's so pretty."

"I like her dress."

"She's so beautiful."

"She looks like her, doesn't she brother?" Alcaeus asked.

"She does."

"Hello. I am Dr Emma Thorn. I am your Therapist. Nice to meet you."

"Harriet Potter. Pleasure."

"A Potter heiress?"

"Her eyes looks like Lily flower's. Don't they padfoot?" James dreamily says.

They do. But, unlike Lily's eyes, which are full of life, like the spring that brought forth life, Harriet's were cold emeralds which represented ice and.....

True to her heritage, Death.

While similiar, those eyes weren't that of Lily Evans.

They belonged to him.

Henry Potter laughed.

Fools.

While Dorea Potter looked pained clutching on tightly to her husband's hand.

Bellatrix cackles. 

"I love that colour."

Alcaeus claps happily.

"Me too."

They look at each and smirk.

The younger years hug the older ones tighter.

Her voice is sweet as she returns the greetings.

Dr Thorn smiles. She then gestures to Harriet to take the reclining chair.

"Please be comfortable."

"Thank you."

"So what do you want to talk about today?"

Harriet looks up at the ceiling. Her emerald eyes, which had been cold until now, are now filled with emotional turmoil and heartache. Her tears fall to the floor as she closes her eyes.

"She looks pretty young, doesn't she? Her eyes look older and wiser." 

Alice Fortescue remarks.

Eosphorus rubs his chin. The young lady seems to have undergone a lot.

Dr Thorn gently holds her hands.

"Why don't you start from your childhood?"

"My childhood?" Her quiet voice rings out.

Then Harriet begins her tale.

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ℑ𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔲𝔪 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔰

ᴛhͪeͤ Вⷡeͤgiͥnniͥng oͦf ᴛhͪeͤ Eͤndͩ

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𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙾𝙿𝙷𝙴𝚁'𝚂 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙴

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Tʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛs ᴛɪʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ Pʜɪʟᴏsᴏᴘʜᴇʀ's Sᴛᴏɴᴇ.

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S͛ᴛoͦrͬiͥeͤs͛ oͦf ᴛhͪeͤ iͥnjuͧrͬeͤdͩ.

Mⷨeͤmͫoͦrͬiͥeͤs͛ oͦf Рⷬlaͣneͤᴛs͛.

Gliͥmͫрⷬs͛eͤs͛ oͦf aͣ cͨhͪiͥldͩhͪoͦoͦdͩ loͦs͛ᴛ.

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Iɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ, ғʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ, ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ, ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ, ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ, ғᴏᴏʟɪsʜɴᴇss, ᴄᴀʀᴇʟᴇssɴᴇss, ɪᴅᴇᴀʟɪsᴍ, ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ, sᴘᴏɴᴛᴀɴᴇɪᴛʏ, ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ, ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢs

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ʅooⅎ  ǝɥʇ

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cͨhͪaͣрⷬᴛⷮeͤrͬ 4

Mʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ғᴀᴡɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛᴇsᴛ sᴛᴀʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʟᴀxʏ ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʟɪғᴇ.

A BABY'S ROOM IS REVEALED when the screen opens. The time is 6 a.m. Through the drapes, a bright beam of light reaches the room, giving it a lovely yellow hue.

Toys and books abound in the room. A plush carpet covers the floor, and a crib stands against the wall.

In the crib, there is a baby sleeping. Spreading the limbs in all directions.

"Prongs"

"The baby is sleeping just you."

"What?"

"Like a starfish."

The marauders burst out laughing.

"No, I don't...."

"Yes you do"

Fleamont adds laughing.

The baby wakes up. The baby is adorable. The baby stands using the crib's support. They have chubby cheeks, black locks in ringlets, and emerald green eyes.

"That's baby Harriet."

"I want to hug her and protect her forever."

Purebloods were impressed. The baby is beautiful and they know that she will continue to grow beautiful.

Charbel and Hilda are excited. Charbel, because the baby looks so much like her  when she was a baby. Hilda just loves babies and wants to spoil them. Alessandro and her start making plans.

The baby looks around.

"Mama?"

"So cute!"

Alice and Mary squeal.

Unlike Bellatrix who looks wistful.

The baby looks at the carpet for a long time and suddenly the baby sits on the carpet. 

"Did my daughter just apparate?"

James stares at his daughter proudly.

Purebloods look interested. The baby looked like she was around a year old and could already do this impressive feat of magic.

Albus Dumbledore started making plans but feels like someone is glaring at him.

He looks around and sees Aloysius glaring at him.

He shrinks back.

Henry and Veronica Potter are proud and smirk at each other.

While Charlus exhales.

Not again.

And Dorea pats him consolingly.

Unsteadily, she crawls towards the white drawer on the left. She pulls the drawer open and collapses.

"Oh uh," says the baby.

"She's resilient."

She tries and pulls out a few small paint tubes.

"I can smell a disaster already."

She takes a seat in front of the drawer and removes the paint tube from the drawer.

She smears crimson colour with her palm after opening it. She then claps her hands, splattering paint all over the place. She searches the area for a mirror. She crawls up to it and pats it on the head.

"Thank goodness for magic."

All the parents internally agree.

And then she looks into the mirror and hiccups.

"Hic"

"Awww"

And she laughs, a sweet laughter fills the air.

"That's cute."

"Sandro"

"Yes my love?"

"Let's have a baby."

Alessandro smiles and agrees.

Charbel is delighted.

Harriet taps her chin, smearing the paint on her chin, looks in the mirror, and laughs slapping her other cheek after admiring herself in the mirror. She then crawls to a drawer and pulls a brush from it.

"She's applying blush"

"Maybe she saw her mom do that."

She dips the brush in paint like her mom does and shakes it.

"No.."

Then proceeds to paint on the biggest canvas anyone has ever seen.....

"Oh no, don't paint on.....

The wall.

....the wall."

Harriet scopes out the paint and just swirls different paints on the wall. 

A ginger kneazle sits beside her.

"That's Lily's pet."

"Meow"

"You still kept that monster?"

Crookshanks glares from Lily's side offended.

Harriet squeals and hugs the cat.

"Hic-ook-hic"

The cat meows and proceeds to lay it's head on her lap.

Harriet holds its fur with her coloured hands.

Covering the entire fur with rainbow.

"MERLIN"

Lily laughs softly.

A door is slid open and Harriet sits down in surprise with wide eyes.

"CONSTANT VIGILANCE!!!!"

Everyone but the Ambrosias are startled. 

"How did we forget he's here?"

"I know right."

A tall, attractive man with unruly black hair enters the room. As he surveys the room, his hazel eyes hidden behind his glasses widen with fear.

"I must say....."

Everyone looks at Padfoot.

"My Dearest Brother Prongs,......."

James stares back in confusion while Regulus Black is hurt.

"Thou hast aged like fine wine!" And acts like he's drinking wine from a goblet.

Everyone laughs when the wine comes out and spoiles his robe.

"Lily is going to murder me." His speech was raspy, like if he had just awoken.

Regulus Black counts down three digits from his fingers when the entire hall is silent.

"I MARRIED LILY-FLOWER"

All the marauders stand.

Remus Lupin acts like a proud father, trying to look a mix between happiness and being stern.

Peter Pettigrew acts like a proud friend constantly patting James on his back.

Sirius Black acts like a proud mother......

He sniffles loudly and proclaims in a shrill voice,

"My dear son is all grown up......"

Laughter echoes the hall.

He then discovers Harriet drawing on the wall, seemingly unconcerned with her father's distress.

"My, My that's a Picasso right there."

"A true visionary.."

"Look at the delicate strokes made with the passion that flows from the artist's fingers...."

"I can feel the emotions through the screen..."

"The passion.."

"The pain..."

"The happiness...."

"The sadness..."

"Ah, my heart.."

Regulus, Rabastan, Evan and Barty act like they are about to faint. The Slytherins laugh. While the Gryffindors are surprised.

"Little fawn" 

"Aww..."

Harriet smiles as she turns to face her father. She accelerates her crawling and dashes against his feet.

The girls squeal.

James sits down and embraces his daughter.

"Did my little fawn have a good night's sleep?" Before tickling her, he asks softly.

"Ok this is so adorable....."

The sound of his daughter's bell-like laughing fills the room. Harriet then takes a step forward, leaning on his shoulders for support.

He looks around the room and sighs.

"How am I supposed to clean this room, huh? Some of this is irreversible."

"Aww, tough luck mate..." Arthur Weasely says solemnly.

He sighs and looks at Harriet. Harriet gives him a toothy grin as she glances at him. He laughs, his hand going over his hair. He takes his daughter into his arms and places her on his lap.

"I wish my dad was like that too....."

Before he sits down, he takes a ornate hairbrush from a drawer. The hairbrush is golden, with the crust of the Potter family decorated in the colours of the battlefield with their illustrious motto.

"Merlin, that's so beautiful."

The purebloods narrow their eyes.

They want to see the motto.

Potters smirk at them

You can't.

The purebloods huff elegantly.

James slowly brushes her unruly hair as she continues to paint the wall. As he brushes her hair, her hair starts glowing a bright red sheen, as he pours his magic into the hair.

"I have seen one of my friends do that. What does it mean?"

"It means Heir Potter is building a magic reserve for his daughter."

Arcturus Black explained

"A Magic Reserve?"

"A Magic Reserve helps store magic. Sometimes we encounter spells or situations that can siphon our magic, in times like that it's important to have a magic reserve."

"But" Eosphoros continues, "usually it happens when the daughter reaches five, but Heiress Potter must be very powerful for her father to begin this early."

James beams with pride.

James then braids his daughter's hair. He ties the ends with emerald ribbons to match her eyes. He then pins it around her head as a crown and he smiles at her. Harriet touches her hair and looks at the mirror and smiles at him.

"Where do they get the comb?"

"They craft it out of the family blood magic. But most ancient families use the ones made by the ancestors due to the powerful magicks ingrained in it."

"Little fawn. Do you want to be an artist? You can be anything you want, ok? Don't worry about anything ok? Dada will take care of you."

"We stan a supportive father, y'all...."

He looks at the ceiling and sighs.

"I hope we get out of this war, little fawn. Then daddy will show you all of daddy's favourite places. We can have little father and daughter dates and not tell mummy."

The reality of the situation sinks in. That's true. Beyond the walls of this castle is a war threatening to happen.

James breaks down. His voice wavers as he speaks.

"You must not date will you are thirty ok? I will chase down all of them that will try to date you. You will be so beautiful. You have your mother's eyes. You will be so spoiled and will live like a princess. Not like the fairytales where the princess is always the damsel in distress. No. You will be the bravest princess to grace this earth. And you will weave a unique story of your own never letting anyone control you. You know why?"

Lily Evans turns at James surprised.

"He did grow up.."

He looks at his daughter, who is listening raptly with soft hazel eyes.

James takes her tiny hands into his and smiles. 

"You carry the fire in your blood from all your ancestors that weaved their own path. You have your mother's strength to carry on each day. One day, you will be the greatest queen the world has ever seen. But to me, you will always be the little girl that welcomes me home with a toothy smile. The one that hugged me when mama scolds me. You will always be my little princess and daddy will make sure the world is safe and sound for you little fawn."

Few sniffles are heard across the war. The older generation can relate as many of them had grown in the midst of a war with no predictability of safety.

Marlene wonders out loud.

"Is James gonna die?

The potters and their friends sit straight.

"What do you mean?"

Euphemia Potter clutches her husband's hand tighter. All the other potters aren't doing well either.

Marlene sits up surprised at the question.

"Oh that's what usually happens. A sweet moment then boom that character dies, since we already saw Harriet then it's....."

Everyone turns at James who looks pale.

James kisses her forehead. As if understanding the words, Harriet hugs her father and pats his back like he does when she has nightmares. James smiles and hugs back. He gets up and lures her back to sleep. Crookshanks looks at them solemnly.

"I swear that damned cat knows a lot."

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IT IS NIGHTTIME IN SURREY, we see an owl on the street sign "PRIVET DRIVE" and the camera pans to the street with very identical looking brown bricked houses. 

"Merlin's beard that's the most depressing street I have ever seen."

"I won't be surprised if one of us gets lost there, if there were no numbers."

A owl flies away and an elderly man with crimson robes and a long silvery white beard named Albus Dumbledore walks out of a forest near the street, past a tabby cat standing next to what looks like a shed. 

"Wait..that crooked nose Santa Claus wanna be is Albus Dumbledore?"

Everyone startled having forgotten Alcaeus was there.

He takes out his deluminator and activates it. Dumbledore zaps all the light out of the lampposts. He puts away the device and a cat meows. Dumbledore looks down at the cat.

"I WANT THAT PRONGS/BROTHER!"

Alcaeus and Sirius look at each other scoff and turn to Prongs and Aloysius.

Prongs and Aloysius nod entirely focused on the screen.

Sirius looks at the screen.

"Minnie is that you?" Sirius Black asks.

"Mr. Black please refrain from using that name" McGonagall sighs.

"I am telling you that's McGonagall right there." Regulus insists.

"And I am telling you no" Rabastan Lestrange says.

"AND TENSIONS ARE ALL TIME HIGH BETWEEN REGULUS BLACK AND RABASTAN LESTRANGE. WILL IT END IN A FIGHT OR A KISS? KEEP WATCHING TO FIND OUT" Barty proclaims.

"Who let him drink?" Rabastan asks exasperated.

Evan turns his head away guiltily.

"EVAN!!" Regulus whisper yells

"I should have known that you would be here...Professor McGonagall."

Dumbledore said.

Rabastan scowls as he passes 10 galleons to Regulus.

"YAY PARTY"

Evan quickly covers Barty's Mouth.

"SHHHHH"

The cat silently looks at him, and the camera turns towards a wall. The cat's shadow turns into a woman with a tall hat. There are footsteps and Minerva McGonagall is revealed.

"MINNIE" The gryffindors cheer the loudest. The woman herself crack a rare smile.

"Whats with Gryffindorks celebrating everything I wanna celebrate too" Barty whines.

"I miss SAD."

"Don't ever name your children by yourself, Barty."

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. Are the rumors true, Albus?"

Professor McGonagall asks.

"I'm afraid so, Professor. The good, and the bad."

"What is it?"

"And the boy?"

"We have another character?"

Dumbledore looks at the sky.

"Hagrid is bringing him."

McGonagall looks doubtful.

"Do you think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"

"Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life."

Hagrid beams.

There is a motor sound, and the two professors look up to see a flying motorcycle coming down from the air. It skids on the street and halts. A large man with shoulder length black hair and beard named Rubeus Hagrid takes off his goggles.

"HAGRID" the gryffindor table cheers.

Rabastan looks at the screen then at Alcaeus and Sirius and sighs.

"I WANT THAT! NO, I SAID FIRST! NO, I DID! STOP COPYING ME"!

They turns towards their brothers.

"I WANT THAT BROTHER/PRONGS."

"Professor Dumbledore, Sir. Professor McGonagall."

Hagrid greets them.

"No problems, I trust, Hagrid?"

Dumbledore asks him.

"No, sir. Little tyke fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. Heh. Try not to wake him. There you go."

Hagrid hands a baby wrapped in a bundle over to Dumbledore.

"That's Harriet!"

The hall sits up focused.

"Albus, do you really think it's safe, leaving him with these people? I've watched them all day. They're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are..."

Professor McGonagall tries to argue.

"Why are they calling her a boy?"

"I am not surprised."

"Why?"

Everyone turns to Henry Potter as he says this hoping for an explanation.

He merely smiles.

"The only family he has."

Dumbledore replies.

Veronica Potter laughs.

"Who gave you the right to decide Albus? Only family she has? Those Lemon drops have finally made you insane ."

"Why do you mean ma'am?"

A first year from ravenclaw asked.

Veronica smiles softly at the child.

"Well, all the Pureblood families are related to each other. So it means that Dumbledore didn't want the child to go to the purebloods or didn't read the Potter's will. I will go with both."

Her brown eyes turn red in anger as she looks at Dumbledore.

They stop outside a house which is 4 Privet Drive.

'No.No.No.' Lily keeps chants as she sees the house.

"You didn't." 

She looks at Dumbledore and McGonagall in anger.

McGonagall tries again.

"This boy will be famous. There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know his name."

"You could have fought harder Minerva. Years have made you soft. Or have you forgotten yourself? You owe her parents that much."

Veronica says softly.

The hall was surprised to see Professor McGonagall hang her head in shame.

"Exactly. He's better off growing up away from all that. Until he is ready."

Alastor Moody looks at the man he considered a friend. 

It's getting difficult.

Dumbledore places the baby on the ground slowly. Hagrid sniffles, he is sobbing a little. He clears his throat.

Dumbledore consoles him.

"There, there, Hagrid. It's not really goodbye, after all."

Hagrid nods. Dumbledore takes a letter and places it on the baby, who is now at the foot of the door.

Charles Potter and Orion Black look pensive.

"You told a woman that her only family passed away in a letter. You owed her a period of mourning. And you practically dumped a child on her without taking her opinions into consideration."

"You have gone senile old man."

"Good luck...Harry Potter."

The baby has a lightning-bolt shaped scar on his forehead. The camera slowly zooms towards the scar which glows brightly and it immediately flashes, transitioning to a stormy cloud sky. 

"Oh shit."

Regulus yells.

Arcturus Black widens his eyes.

"What happened?"

"That's a cursed scar. She should have been treated." 

The halls looks at Dumbledore in rage.

The screen shifts to show a lone castle in a stormy weather. The castle stands tall despite the strong winds that threaten to collapse it.

"It's like a haunted castle."

As the rain washes the window, the camera focuses on a dark room. The lightening flashes through the room revealing a silhouette of a man sitting on the window sill. Among the sounds of thunder, clink of a lighter is heard.

The Ambrosias frown. That sound is familiar.

From the silhouette, the man is lean. His leg rests on the window as the rain hits them while the other one is flat. The man is holding a piece of paper.

He burns the paper.

The fire eats up the paper eagerly shining brightly in the otherwise dark room.

Before the paper can burn completely, a single sentence is shown.

Exicidium Mars

"Exicidium Mars?"

"It's Latin."

"What does it mean?"

"The fall of Mars."

They stiffen.

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NEARLY TEN YEARS HAVE PASSED since that fateful day.

"Merlin!!!We can finally see Harriet"

The marauders were excited.

The sun hit the same front yard, kissing the same tidy bushes that guard the house on Number 4. The sunlight hits the windows, illuminating the photos that decorate the mantel piece .

The photes are varied. They show the story of a childhood of a happy young boy learning how to play from the knees of his father and gently embraced by his mother.

The photos show a perfect picture of a family of three.

People were confused.

"Weren't there supposed to be four?"

Marlene wondered out loud.

But there were four people in the house.

Harriet Lily Potter was sleeping but not for long.

Aunt Petunia knocking on the door echoed through the place as Harriet slept.

"UP!WAKE UP!!"

"Let her sleep woman!"

Lily was feeling dread in the pit of her stomach.

Harriet wakes up, turns on her bedroom light and puts on her glasses with tape on the bridge, indicating that it was partly damaged.

"Oh! She looks like James!"

"The glasses too!"

"But why were they damaged?"

A Ravenclaw asked but was ignored as everyone gushed about how Harriet looked like James with Lily's eyes.

Except one person.

He noticed the clothes that Harriet wore. Oversized and torn. The girl looked like she was starved all her life and that stunted her growth.

He exhaled sharply.

That's not a pretty picture.

Harriet got slowly out of bed and started looking for socks. She found a pair under her bed and, after pulling a spider off one of them, put them on. Harriet was used to spiders,

"What do they mean? Used to spiders?"

because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them,

Lily was feeling the dread rising up. She knew her sister. While she couldn't believe it, she wasn't blind to her hatred. But she wished her sister showed her daughter some love.

and that was where she slept.

The hall that was silent at the proclamation burst out in angry shouts.

People pointed at Dumbledore cursing him.

The Potter family was in shock. They advocated against abuse while their heiress suffered the very cause they fought against.

Veronica Potter looked at the Muggles in distaste. In times when she encounters cases like this, she is reminded of the young man that approached her advocating the removal of Muggleborns from their muggle homes.

That time no one took him seriously.

The purebloods stood and watched as the young man fought a losing battle.

They laughed and sneered while he begged for support.

The reality is harsher.

Elsewhere Lily Evans lets out a shaky breath.

A large, tubby boy, Dudley Dursley , suddenly comes running down the stairs above the closet. He stops half-way down and goes back, jumping on the staircase.

"Wake up, cousin! We're going to the zoo!" He yells.

Harriet looks up to the join works of the stairs with small amounts of dusts rising. Dudley laughs, comes down the stairs and runs for the kitchen.

Harriet tries to come out of the closet, but is pushed back in by Dudley.

The hall winces.

Petunia is in the kitchen, where Dudley has gone.

"Oh, here he comes, the birthday boy!" Aunt Petunia coos.

"Happy birthday, son." Uncle Vernon wishes.

Harriet comes into the kitchen, dressed in outgrown clothes. Petunia turns to Harriet and says rather unpleasently "Why don't you just cook the breakfast, and try not to burn anything."

"DON'T MAKE HER COOK SHE'S A CHILD!"

"Why is wearing outgrown boy's clothes?"

"Yes, Aunt Petunia."

Harriet then gets to work on cooking the bacon.

"I want everything to be perfect for my Dudley's special day."

Vernon looks at Harriet angrily who is taking her time placing the bacon on the plates. "Hurry up! Bring my coffee, girl!"

"She's not a house-elf, you utter tosspot!!"

"Yes, Uncle Vernon."

Petunia leads Dudley over to the family room, where there are a vast amount of presents. Dudley stares.

Petunia smiles at Dudley at she shows him the presents.

"Aren't they wonderful, darling?"

"How many are there?" Dudley excitedly asks.

Vernon replies "Thirty-six. Counted 'em myself."

But Dudley is upset "Thirty-six?! But last year last year I had thirty-seven!!"

The purebloods were shocked.

They were shocked at his spoiled nature and wonder how he was still alive.

They would be cruicoed if they did that.

Vernon tries to placate him, "Err yes, well, some of them are quite a bit bigger than last year."

"I don't care how big they are!"

The purebloods widened their eyes.

Petunia eventually manages to calm him down.

"Oh, now, now, now. This is what we're going to do, is that when we go out, we're going to buy you two new presents! How's that, pumpkin?"

"YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO CURB HIS BEHAVIOUR NOT ENCOURAGE HIM!!"

"This will be a lovely day at the zoo. I'm really looking forward to it." Petunia proclaims.

Harriet follows them to the car, but Vernon stops her, pointing his keys at her.

"I'm warning you now, girl. Any funny business, any at all, and you won't have any meals for a week. Get in."

"THAT'S ABUSE!! I WILL KILL YOU WHALE-WANNABE"

Barty shouted.

At the London Zoo. The family is in the reptile house, looking at a large Boa constructor.

"Make it move."

Dudley demands.Vernon taps the glass of the cage.

"Move!"

Dudley taps the glass much harder, and Vernon nervously winces .

"MOVE!" Dudley shouts.

Harriet has enough.

"He's asleep!"

"He's boring."

Dudley and his parents head over to another enclosure. Harriet is left behind with the snake.

Harriet looks at the snake and sighs.

"Sorry about him. He doesn't understand what it's like, lying there day after day, having people press their ugly faces in on you."

The snake looks up and blinks.

"Snakes don't blink?" A little first year Ravenclaw said.

"That must be a magical snake."

"Can you...hear me?"

The snake nods.

"She can talk to snakes?"

The purebloods were amazed. There was only one who proclaimed that, and was a very powerful wizard. They couldn't wait to see what Harriet can do.

"Bet she's a slimy snake."

A gryffindor yelled out.

James Potter stood up. He went to the gryffindor and whacked his head.

"Don't insult my daughter."

His voice deadly calm as he says this. Though his voice was quiet the entire hall heard that.

People shivered in their seats.

Molly was about to speak but was silenced by a glare from her brothers.

"It's just...I've never talked to a snake before. Do you...I mean...do you talk to people often?"

The snake shakes its head.

"You're from Burma, aren't you? Was it nice there, do you miss your family?"

"I love how she talking to the snake as if it's a human."

The snake turns its head in the direction of a sign which says, Bred in Captivity

"I see. That's me as well. I never knew my parents, either."

"Did she just compare herself to a snake?"

"She sure did."

" Mommy , dad, come here! You won't believe what this snake is doing!"

Dudley puts his hands on the glass wall. With his back turned, Harriet glares at him. Suddenly, the glass disappears, causing Dudley to wretch forward, losing his balance.

"This girl is quite a powerful witch."

"Yes. She is. She is mine and Lily-flower's daughter after all."

James proudly proclaims.

"And the marauders heiress"

The rest declare.

"And my SAD."

The hall grins.

"Whoa! Ahh! Ahh!!"

"Thanks." The snake hisses .

"Anytime."

The snake slivers off to the exit.

"SNAKE!"

There is a lot of screaming as the snake heads for freedom. Dudley gets up to get out, but the glass is now back over the enclosure. Seeing that he is now trapped, he pounds the glass in panic.

"Mom, mommy !"

Dudley cries

"Oh shit."

The hall laughs.

Petunia notices him in the exhibit.

"AHH!"

"Mom, help! Help me!"

"My darling boy! How did you get in there?! How did you get in there? Dudley, oh, Dudley!"

Harriet grins and snickers, Vernon notices this and glares down at her. Harriet's grin disappears, knowing that she is in trouble with Vernon.

"Oh shit."

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THE CAMERA PANS TO REVEAL the house at number 4 where Petunia and a bundled up Dudley come in.

"It's all right, sweetheart. It's all right."

Harriet and Vernon enter after. Vernon slams the door angrily and shoves Harriet against a wall, taking her hair.

"Ouch."

"DON'T TREAT MY DAUGHTER/SAD THAT WAY, WALRUS."

They look at each other and nod.

"James"

"WHAT?!"

"That's an insult to animals."

"Ow!"

"What happened?!" He barks.

"I swear I don't know!"

Vernon snarls, gripping her hair tighter.

The hall winces while James is seething in anger.

"One minute, the glass was there and then it was gone! It was like magic!"

Vernon scoffs at this, shoves Harriet in the cupboard under the stairs and slams the door.

"There's no such thing as magic!"

"IT DOES EXIST."

"WHAT WE THEN YOU INCOMPETENT PIECE OF SHIT!"

"Calm down."

"I AM CALM"

"BARTY!"

"MY SCREEN ADOPTED CHILD IS GETTING HIT! DONT ASK ME TO CALM DAMNIT!"

The hall is staring at Barty in shock.

Especially Barty Crouch Sr.

He blackens out the vent on the door.

Harriet spends her entire summer in her cupboard.

All glare at Dumbledore.

She is used to it after all. When she was younger, she would ball her eyes out afraid of the darkness that would threaten her room. Now she's older and a bit better, she isn't that scared anymore. But sometimes Harriet wishes a relative from somewhere far far away would come take her and she will be happy. But noone came. So the darkness that she once feared, now is her solace.

"That's so sad."

Veronica frowns.

They let her come out almost at the end of summer.

" Awww , smile."

Petunia coos.

"Aww my baby looks an angel.'

"He looks like a pig in a wig."

James remarks.

Remus sighs.

"James..."

"Sorry not sorry."

But Harriet thinks he looks like a pig in a wig.

James lights up like a Christmas tree.

"Did you see that? My little fawn agrees. Daddy's so proud."

She takes a photograph of him. She gasps in joy.

"Vernon, just look at him. I can't believe it. In just a week you'll be off to Smeltings ."

"Caveat Smeltona . Proudest moment of my life." Vernon says proudly.

"Will I have to wear that, too?"

Harriet asks quietly.

"What, you? Go to Smeltings ?" Petunia asks crossly

Harriet nods, questionably.

"Ha!"

"Oh, don't be so stupid, you're going to the state school where you belong."

"Oh no sweetheart. She will go to Hogwarts and continue the marauders' legacy."

She Goes to the kitchen and fishes out a grey shirt in a boiler.

"What's this?"

"This is what you're gonna be wearing when I've finished dyeing it."

"Ewww, my little fawn isn't wearing that. I will buy her the best clothes ever."

"You are dead Prongs."

"Yeah.."

The four friends drown in sorrow.

"But that's what the movies are here for,right?"

The friends light up.

"Make the list, Padfoot."

"On it sir!"

"Me too!!!"

"BARTYY NO!!!!"

"But that's Dudley's old uniform. It'll fit me like bits of old Elephant skin."

"It'll fit you well enough. Go get the post."

Harriet then heads to the hallway.

"SHEGOTHERLETTER!OMGMERLIN!IAMSOPROUD!!"

"Huh?"

"Barty?"

"Evans, Potter look her first letter. Oh I am so proud."

Regulus, Evan and Rabastan are worried for Barty and happy for their screen adopted niece?

"Why are they referring to her as him though?"

Lily wondered the same.

"Oh, Marge is ill! Ate a funny whelk." Vernon says after reading the letter.

"Noooooooo"

"Dad! Look! Harriet's got a letter!"

"Hey, give it back! It's mine!"

"Yours? Who'd be writing to you?"Vernon takes the letter.

"I would."

"Me too"

"Me three."

"Chameleon?!"

"Young sir, that's an insult."

"Oh shit.."

"Give her the letter, you nasty piece of shit."

"Now I think she will shout."

"How do you know that?"

"She's your daughter."

"Got it."

Remus has a-i-told-you-so look on his face right now.

"Yeah as if we have so much time to watch your pathetic boring normal muggle life."

Lucius Malfoy scoffs.

"NO. DON'T YOU DARE DO THAT TO MY FAWN."

"Stamp out?!"

Veronica wonders out loud glaring at Dumbledore with her brown eyes shining red in the light.

"Looks like they need a little visit. Don't you agree Lily darling."

Bellatrix pouts.

"I wanna join too."

Alcaeus nods with her.

"Me too."

"How did he fit in?"

"No more mail through this letterbox."

"Eww PDA"

Her friend looks at her from the corner of her eye

"What?"

"Bitch that was you an hour ago."

The girl blushes.

"Have a lovely day at the office, dear."

"Shoo! Go on!"

Later, Petunia is cracking a egg into a bowl, and what instead comes out is a folded-up letter. She cracks another one, but another letter comes out as well. She then cracks yet another one, but the same happens again. She stares at the letter, and then she hears the owls screeching. She draws her attention to the outside of the window, and what she sees is four owls sitting on some garden chairs. Petunia then screams and runs off.

The hall breaks out laughing.

"Wait did Minnie follow a marauders prank? We are so proud"

The marauders look so smug while Professor McGonagall rolls her eyes.

"Fine day Sunday. In my opinion, best day of the week. Why is that, Dudley?" Vernon asks happily.

Dudley shrugs and didn't answer, as Harriet hands a cookie to Vernon and replies.

"Because there's no post on Sunday?"

"Why is that?"

The purebloods ask.

"Cause letters in muggle world are delivered by other people and they need holidays"

"Oh that's nice."

"Ah, right you are, Harriet. No post on Sunday. Ha! No blasted letters today. No, sir. Not one single bloody letter, not one."

Harriet sees a shadow outside the window. Outside, millions of owls are perched.

"No, sir, not one blasted, miserable-"

Dudley start screaming.

"AHH! Make it stop! Please make it stop!"

He jumps on Petunia's lap as she and Vernon continue screaming

The hall winces.

"Go away, ahh!"

"What is it? Please tell me what's happening!"

"PICKUP FROM THE FLOOR."

"She's just like James.

"HEY.."

"You know it's true, Prongs."

"Padfoot" James places a hand to his heart,"the betrayal. It's too much."

"Give me that! Give me that letter!"

"Get off! Ahh!"

Harriet struggles to get off.

"Minnie is determined."

"Ahh!"

"They're my letters! Let go of me!"

"That's it! We're going away! Far away! Where they can't find us!"

"Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?!" Dudley remarks fearfully to his mother.

"Woah wasn't that obvious."

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THE CAMERA PANS TO REVEAL a stormy night. A tall house stands on a rock island somewhere out at sea. The Dursleys, including Harriet have moved there, due to the chaos with the letters.

"He literally moved them to the middle of nowhere."

The family is sleeping, with Harriet on the cold, dirt floor and Dudley sleeping on a sofa. Harriet has drawn a birthday cake which reads, Happy Birthday Harriet. Harriet looks at Dudley's watch, which beeps 12:00 am.

"Oh baby...."

The hall was sad at the little girl who drew her cake on the dirt for her 11th birthday, a day which was celebrated by the wizarding community for finally to be able to learn magic.

James promised that this time around it will be different.

Harriet did this every year since she was five. Her fifth birthday was a horrible one. That day was the dawn of her all nightmares and the dusk of hope that kept her living. That night was the beginning of many nights when a few minutes before the clock struck 12, Harriet would trace her hand on the floor, pushing the dust with her fingers as she drew a cake that will only exist in her imagination. This was a ritual that she would continue on till she was eleven and even after that.

The hall fell silent after this declaration.

James vowed to change that.

"Make a wish, Harriet."

"What is she gonna wish?"

"Maybe like her father, she might ask for something pompous."

Severus Snape sneered.

He went unheard or so he thought.

One person heard him.

And they are not happy.

Make a wish was a silly tradition according to Harriet but in the few moments that she thinks about her wish, that is the only time that gives her the freedom to be a child.

"Little fawn...."

"What can I wish for this year?"

She asks herself as she retraces the drawing of the cake.

"Can I ask for a warm bed and a full stomach?"

The hall winces.

"Can I ask for books of worlds where a damsel in distress can save herself?"

"A budding feminist."

Her face is lost as she utters her next words.

"Can I ask for.....love?"

The hall is silent as they hear this.

It is true. A lot of people don't have the privilege of being loved as they grow up.

And while they celebrated the death of the dark lord, and their living loved ones, no one thought to check on the children who lost their parents.

Maybe if they weren't this deep in joy of his death, then children like her would have led a different childhood.

It was painful to think that a child would ask that as a gift.

"Can I ask for the love of a parent? Can I ask for a mother's love whose warmth would lull me to sleep or a father's love that will be my guide? Those are hard things to achieve aren't they? Angels must be busy this year too to give me my gift."

Arcturus Black had a hard time controlling his expression when the child sounded so....detached.

He knew someone who sounded like that. Someone whose whereabouts were currently unknown.

He exchanged a glance with his sister Dorea. Looks like someone else also had the same thought.

James was devastated by his daughter's words. He felt horrible. He always believed that when his daughter was born, she would keep smiling forever. 

His daughter was to grow like a princess. She was supposed to be like the sunflower that brightens their day. She was supposed to be the representation of everything beautiful and happy. And James, was supposed to make it supposed by shielding her from the world. 

Maybe she is right. Angels must be too busy to fulfill their wishes.

And this isn't even the first time it.

They were busy when he pleaded for him too.

This time around James promised that it will be different, his daughter will grow up with the tenderness of her mother and the protectiveness of her father. She will be the most blessed child this world has ever seen. 

"This year I will promise that I will be happy. That I don't have to bury myself eachtime to make someone happy."

"YASS"

Marlene screamed hyping up her niece.

"She's so wise for someone that young."

Abraxas Malfoy commented.

"Maybe because she didn't have a childhood to begin with."

Reinhard Lestrange added causing the hall to wince.

"Happy birthday Harriet. I hope you achieve everything that your heart hopes for ever if it feels impossible." 

"I hope that for you too my SAD."

Barty Crouch Jr. whispered. Looks like someone else is also joining their Parental Issues "Wizarding World Edition" club pretty soon. 

All purebloods from Slytherin were already in it.

She whispers to herself as she blows the "candles" on the drawn birthday cake.

Suddenly, the door thumps, in sync with the thunder flashing. Harriet jumps. The door thumps again and Dudley and Harriet jump up and back away. Harriet hides behind a wall, and Dudley cowers on a windowsill. Petunia and Vernon appear, with Vernon holding a double barrel gun.

The muggleborn and muggle raised students gasp.

"How is he holding a gun around the children?"

"Merlin..."

"This man is gone crazy"

"What's a gun?"

A pureblood student asked.

"A gun," said Lily, "often known as a firearm, is a form of metallic weapon used by non-magic humans to shoot projectiles utilising explosive force. Guns are employed by a wide range of organisations, including military and law enforcement forces, as well as by individuals for hunting and self-defense."

"But there it is dangerous. When hit on vital points or anywhere else can cause a serious injury, sometimes leave you bedridden for the rest of your life, or" she paused "grant you a quick death."

Which I won't be giving to Dursely, she vowed.

"Who's there? Ahh!"

Vernon shouts.

The door bangs again and then falls down, and a giant man appears. As he comes into the clear lighting, the man is revealed. With his giant beard and beady eyes, he smiles as he looks at Dudley.

"It's Hagrid!!!"

All the gryffindor s cheered while the half-gisnt blushed.

"Sorry 'about that." 

He puts the door back up.

Vernon aims his gun at him.

"I demand that you leave at once, sir! You are breaking an entering!"

As Petunia quietly gasps in fear, the man grabs the gun and bends it upwards.

"Woah."

The hall looks at Hagrid in awe.

"Dry up, Dursley, you great prune."

The gun fires upwards, blasting a hole in the ceiling, causing the two to shriek in fear. Hagrid notices Dudley.

The sound of the gun is deafening, scaring the hall. Some shivered at the noise while others covered their ears.

"Boy, I haven't seen you since you was a baby, Harry, but you're a bit more along than I would have expected. Particularly 'round the middle!"

"I-I-I'm not Harry."

Dudley remarks fearfully.

Harriet reveals herself.

"I-I am."

"Oh, well, of course you are! Got something for ya. 'Afraid I might have sat on it at some point! I imagine that it'll taste fine just the same. Ahh. Baked it myself."

Hands Harriet the cake.

"Words and all. Heh"

Harriet opens cake, which reads "Happee Birdae Harry" in green frosting.

"Thank you so so much." Lily said.

"Yes, thank you so much Hagrid." James tearfully said.

Hagrid smiled brightly.

"You are welcome."

"Thank you!"

"It's not every day that your young man turns eleven, now is it aye?"

It is easy to understand why many people think Harriet as a young man. Petunia always kept Harriet's hair short resembling a boy's messy hair. 

Why you may ask?

Because she was jealous.

"Merlin, she's so petty."

Lily can only nod.

But it worked in Harriet's favor. Especially when running errands.

"That's true. Especially at night."

Harriet had long wavy midnight black hair with red highlights that reached her waist. 

"That being said we have never really seen Harriet, right?"

"It's true, except her childhood with James Harriet was not particularly shown except the sideview of her face."

"I hope she didn't have the Potter's hair."

"Or the Potter luck."

"We can only hope."

Since Petunia hated how she attracted attention which should have been Dudley's she bullied Harriet to keep it short. 

Marlene rolled her eyes.

But no matter what she did, her hair grew back again. So Harriet would hide her hair in her oversized clothes and cover it with a hoodie.

"That's clever."

The man sits down on the sofa, takes out an umbrella and points it at the empty fire. Two sparks fly out and the fire starts. The family gasps.

Harriet then puts cake down and looks at him.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

"She remembers to ask now?"

The marauders laugh while James shutters.

"Fawn Stranger danger."

"Rubeus Hagrid. Keeper of keys and grounds at Hogwarts. Course, you'll know all about Hogwarts."

Harriet is apologetic and scared thinking that once Hagrid knows that she knows nothing about what he's talking about he will leave and she will struck here forever but she risks it.

"No Harriet, I won't leave you."

"Sorry, no."

"No? Blimey, Harry, didn't you ever wonder where your mum and dad learned it all?"

Weren't they drunkards?

The hall is startled.

Drunkards?

How many lies had the Durselys told her?

"Learned what?"

"You're a wizard, Harry."

Harry looks confused then turns angry.

"Excuse me but that's rude."

"Wait Lily said the same thing."

Lily looks embarrassed.

Everyone laughs 

"I mean a wizard, like with magic. And a thumping good one at that, I'd wager. Once you train up a little."

"No, you've made a mistake. I can't be...a-a wizard. I mean, I'm just... Harriet. Just Harriet."

"No you are not." 

"You are our pride and joy, little fawn/flower"

Lily and James say at once and then look at each other and blush.

Hagrid doesn't hear her slip do to the waves storming outside.

"Well, just Harry. Did you ever make anything happen? Anything you couldn't explain when you were angry or scared?"

Harriet softens her expression.

Ah.

There was.

Scratch that.

There were.

"I can't wait to see her accidental magic."

She turned her teacher's hair blue when she made fun of her.

"Woah."

She shrunk one of Dudley's old sweaters that Aunt Petunia was trying to force her to wear.

"So fashion conscious" Alcaeus fake cries especially glaring at Dumbledore.

She once found herself on the roof once when Dudley and his gang were chasing her.

"WOW."

She managed to grow back all her hair when Aunt Petunia gave her a dreadful haircut using a pair of kitchen scissors.

The purebloods were shocked. It was true that the Potters produced significantly stronger children, it looks like Harriet surpasses all of them.

Or the recent one. 

Wher she also unintentionally set the boa constrictor free by making the glass vanish.

Magic ah! The forbidden m word in the Dursely household.

She's brought out of her musing when Dudley whimpers. Hagrid hands Harriey the same letter that has been sent the past while. The smell of parchment reaches her nose and paper rustles as Harriet opens it.

Dear, Mr. Potter. 

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Vernon suddenly shouts.

"She'll not be going! We swore when we took her in, we'd put a stop to this rubbish!"

Charbel turns to Dumbledore and quietly asks, though loud enough for the hall to hear.

"You know, she is lucky to be even alive right? She could've become a obscurial."

"What you do then?"

"You knew? You knew all along and you never told me?"

Harriet turns to look at her aunt and uncle in disbelief.

Petunia sneers.

"Of course we knew. How could you not be? My perfect sister being who she was. Oh, my mother and father were so proud the day she got her letter. We have a witch in the family. Isn't it wonderful? I was the only one to see her for what she was. A freak! And then she met that Potter, and then she had you, and I knew you'd be just the same, just as strange, just as ... abnormal. And then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up. And we got landed with you."

"Merlin, it looks like it's been building up for a while."

"She truely disliked you didn't she? Raising your daughter didn't help."

Lily sighs. Maybe she can try to work on the relationship between them.

Harriet turns to Petunia, angrily.

"Blown up? You told me my parents died in a car crash!"

"A car crash? A car crash kill James and Lily Potter?"

Hagrid is horrified.

"We had to tell her something."

"It's an outrage! It's a scandal!"

"It is."

As the Dursleys argue with Hagrid, no one, including Harriet, is noticing Dudley taking Harriet's cake away.

"Merlin, no."

Vernon barks.

"She'll not be going!"

Hagrid turns to him.

"Oh, and I suppose a great Muggle like yourself's going to stop him, are you?"

"Muggle?"

"She is ravenclaw."

Harriet is confused. That sounds like a bad word.

The muggleraised and muggleborns agreed.

"I swear to Merlin. The first time a professor to my house and said, "uh your parents Muggles." I was like 

"Did you just insult my parents?"'

"We need to change the word."

"I agree. Other countries call them No-Maj, it's nice."

"Hang on, one second."

They all turned to Remus Lupin.

"No-Maj raised also have professors visit them, right?"

Everyone agreed confused.

"No offense to Hagrid,but why was he sent? Like he isn't a teacher right?"

They wondered.

Hagrid explains to her calmly.

"Non magic folk." 

He immediately draws his attention back to Vernon and Petunia in anger.

"This boy's had his name down ever since he was born!"

This girl won't stop surprising us, Arcturus Black wondered. She must be very powerful as seen earlier.

As Hagrid was talking, Dudley was munching on Harriet's cake. 

"He's going to the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world, and he'll be under the finest headmaster that Hogwarts has ever seen: Albus Dumbledore."

Harriet frowns upon hearing Dumbledore's name. She heard that name in one of Petunia's rants.

"I will not pay for some crackpot old fool to teach her magic tricks!"

"Oh shit."

"Shouldn't have insulted Dumbledore in front of Hagrid."

Vernon remarks.

Hagrid whips out his umbrella and points it at Vernon, threateningly.

"Never, insult Albus Dumbledore, in front of me."

Hagrid finally sees Dudley eating Harriet's cake, and aims his umbrella at his rear. He fires a magic spark at it, causing a grey tail to grow.

Everyone bursts out laughing.

Dudley shouts 

"Ahh!"

The Dursleys shriek in both fright and horror, as they run off out of sight. Harriet laughs at this, so does Hagrid.

Hagrid turns to her.

"Oh, um, I'd appreciate if you didn't tell anyone at Hogwarts about that. Strictly speaking, I'm not allowed to do magic."

"I wanna why is that."

A note falls from the sky.

"Second movie" it says.

Harriet nods curiously. 

"Okay."

Hagrid checks his pocket-watch.

"Ooh, we're a bit behind schedule. Best be off."

He goes off to the door and pulls it down again, before stepping out. He turns to Harriet.

"Unless you'd rather stay, of course. Hmm?"

Hell no.

He walks out. Harriet grins, looks back at the direction where the Dursleys are gone, and grins again, before grabbing her jacket and joins Hagrid on their journey to London.

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"ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ" 

-Aʀᴄᴀᴅᴇ

THE NEXT DAY, HARRIET AND Hagrid are in the underground tube, waiting while Harriet reads her letter.

"What that?"

"It's an underground tube."

"What does it do?"

"It transports people from one place to another, like the Hogwarts Express."

"And it's underground?"

"Yes"

"That's awesome."

"It is."

"First year students will require: three sets of work robes, one wand."

"I feel the letters should come with instructions about how bloody cold the Scottish winters are. I wish we had a more information about the weather, because everyone's really cold in the winter, not that much in the castle, but when you go outside."

"Yes, I agree."

The Muggleborns nod their heads.

The purebloods were confused.

"What do you think are the major disadvantages you have?"

Asked Alessandro.

"There isn't any way of contacting your guardians immediately and that always terrifies them, you know. One, you never know how you kid are because owls aren't that reliable in extreme temperatures"

"And not only that, sometimes if the kid is injured or bullied, the professors turn a blind eye. Like they don't think it's necessary to call the parents and tell them about their children's progress or injury and all that."

The professors look down embarrassed. 

"And I kind of wish we had penmanship and a basic understanding of why wizards do things the way they do. I mean, the purebloods already know and it puts us a disadvantage as they are already way forward."

"But won't they be covered in History of magic or the library?"

"No the library is practically useless, it's just the same books. The librarian won't allow us to actually use the books."

"And History of magic, well see for yourself."

They point at the screen.

She turns to Hagrid.

"Essential bit of equipment, Harry."

"One pair of dragon-hide gloves." 

She turns to Hagrid again.

"Hagrid, do they mean for a real dragon?"

"Well, they don't mean for a penguin, do they? Heh. Crikey, but not a dragon."

"But you like a dragon?"

"Fast and misunderstood beasts, Harry. Fast and misunderstood."

"I feel like in Hagrid's opinion every beast classified as dangerous is misunderstood, isn't it Hagrid?"

Remus remarks.

Hagrid blushes.

He suddenly eyes a woman and then he nods. The woman returns to reading her paper.

Eosphoros frowns.

The next scene, Hagrid and Harriet are walking down the streets.

"All students must be equipped with...one standard size two pewter cauldron and may bring if they desire either an owl, a cat or a toad. Could we find all this in London?"

"If you know where to go." Hagrid replies.

They walk towards a corner store and as they get closer, the sign above it has "The Leaky Cauldron" magically appearing. They enter the Leaky Cauldron. There was music and several patrons that are speaking to each other.

"Ah, Hagrid! The usual, I presume?" Tom greets Hagrid with a smile.

"I feel Tom the owner is such a gentle soul. He is so helpful you know."

"Ikr! I was lost the other day and freaked out. He helped find my way and gave me a map and free food." 

"That's sweet."

"Ik."

"What does ikr mean?"

A pureblood student from Gryffindor asked.

"Oh it's abbreviation for I know right."

"Why?"

The muggleborn shrugged.

"For fun."

The purebloods were confused. They were weird.

"No thanks, Tom. I'm on official Hogwarts business today. Just helping young Harry here buy his school supplies."

Tom suddenly looks at Harriet and gasps.

"Bless my soul. It's Harry Potter."

The pub immediately goes silent and everyone notices. A man comes up and shakes Harriet's hand.

"Just like her father enjoys attention."

Snape sneers.

"Welcome back, Mr. Potter, welcome back."

A witch comes up and shakes Harriet's hand, as well.

"Doris Crockford, Mr. Potter. I can't believe I'm meeting you at last."

A man in robes with a turban on his head appears. It is Professor Quirrell.

"Harry P-potter. C-can't tell you how pleased I am to meet you."

"There was a Quirrell last year, right?"

"Yeah but he didn't shutter this much. It sounds fake."

Hagrid looks at the professor and smiles.

"Hello, Professor. I didn't see you there. Harry, this is Professor Quirrell. He'll be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts."

"Oh, nice to meet you."

"HE'S TEACHING WHAT?"

A Ravenclaw shouted.

"That guy fainted when they bought Nifflers and he's teaching DADA!"

She puts out his hand, offering a handshake with Quirrell. But he looks at Harriet's head and hesitatingly refuses.

"F-fearfully fascinating subject. N-not that you need it, e-eh, Potter? Heheh."

"That's sus."

There was a underlying tone of contempt in his voice.

"That's weird."

"Yes, well, must be going now. Lots to buy. Heh."

"Goodbye."

The two leave into a back room winery in front of a brick wall.

Hagrid turns at Harriet.

"See, Harry, you're famous!"

Harriet frowned.

"But why am I famous, Hagrid? All those people back there, how is it they know who I am?"

"I'm not exactly sure I'm the right person to tell you that, Harry."

He then taps the brick wall clockwise with his umbrella. The blocks then magically shift and open up to reveal a hidden, busy street called Diagon Alley..

"Welcome, Harry, to Diagon Alley."

Harriet feels rush of magic as it cloaks her with the warmth of an embrace. 

She took a deep breathe.

She was home.

"Not gonna lie. But the first trip to Diagon Alley is THE BEST. I mean it's the feeling of someone's warm hug. Like you are finally home after a long time. And it's a feeling that continues to exist. It's amazing."

Marlene remarks softly.

Harriet grins broadly as they step into the street and walk down it. An owl screeches.

"Here's where you'll get your quills and ink, and over there all your bits and bobs for doing your wizardry."

Harriet is amazed as they pass by shops and owls and bats. The camera pans on a broom store, where a group of boys are crowded around a shiny broom.

"It's a world class racing broom. Look at it, it's the new Nimbus 2000! It's the fastest model yet."

The camera pans to see the broom's model name on the handle.

The hall was quiet but not for long.

3...

2..

1.

"MERLIN THAT'S 2000!!!"

"LOOK AT THAT DESIGN."

"THE HANDLE IS BEAUTIFUL AND SLICK." 

"MOM I WANT THAT."

"BROTHER THAT'S SO PRETTY I WANT THAT."

Aloysius agrees.

"Ok."

"PADFOOT/PRONGS I WANT THAT. MOONEY!!!!"

Remus sighs.

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Cʀᴜᴄɪᴀᴛᴜs Eʏᴇs

THE SCREEN SHIFTS TO A dark night.

"Merlin, another haunted castle!!"

"Well it's not dark, not stormy, and not scary"

"Thank Godric for that."

The castle stood proud on the ridge on the east of a lake. Despite the dark, it was evident that the castle was huge. Suddenly light shone from one window and soon enough all the lights switched on as a series of succession, leaving panoramic view of the castle in its wake.

"Oh Merlin."

The purebloods gasp.

They know the castle.

Who wouldn't?

Rumors travelled across the pond about it's stunning awe.

The camera then pans to one of the windows on the middle of the castle. Travelling through the balcony doors revealed a stunning room.

"I want that room."

"Ikr, it's awesome."

The room was someone's bedroom, it was covered in tapestries of old, telling a rich heritage of the family that lived in the halls of its magnificent home for several centuries guarding the gift of their ancestors with pure reverence. 

"They are so beautiful." 

Their vivid colours derived from the wisps of cloud from heaven and slender grass from earth to weave into the dazzling piece of textile which was as a battlefield.

The Black family were envious. This tapestry was more beautiful than their own family tree's tapestry and this castle more magnificent than their own.

A woman enters the room. Her all black ensemble blazer-style dress immediately signalled to her cold yet elegant disposition. Her midnight black hair was braided in a intricate bun with few of the strands framing her oval face in sleek and soft wavy tresses.Her skin was the colour of warm ivory while the moonlight gave it a soft ethereal glow.

The woman's face was revealed.

"OH MERLIN"

"SHES SO BEAUTIFUL!!"

The Ambrosias rose their eyebrows. It's been a while since they saw her. 

The woman was tall. She looked like she was crafted by the Aphrodite herself. The air of elegance following her like cloak and her blank face giving off a powerful aura.

Her eyes was the most striking of all. 

They were red.

Red like the curse that forces you to revive your worst nightmares while your head bursted with pain.

The hall pales.

Red like the unforgivable that reminds you of the excruciating pain when of thousand white-hot knives were piercing every inch of your skin.

They all wince.

Red like the Cruciatus Curse.

The purebloods exhaled sharply.

Those eyes were strikingly similar.

Why won't they be? She's his daughter.

His beautiful and darling daughter.

His pride and Joy.

And he named her a name befitting for royalty.

She is one, after all.

The woman sits in front her vanity holding her ornate hairbrush. On the back of the brush is a intricate design of two koi fish revolving around the sun as the moon waxes and wanes through them.

Arcturus Black widened his eyes.

The woman took her hairbrush and just as she was about to brush, a black owl with golden eyes drops a letter in her lap. 

"Woah"

The woman looks at the owl and feeds it some treats. She opens her letter and reads it. She lifts her eyes and looks as the owl flies off.

The letter suddenly bursts into flames.

The camera towards the single sentence on the letter before the flame eats it away.

She's home.

~H.V

The purebloods in the hall understood the message perfectly well.

Harriet Potter will play a much important role than they could possibly think of.

And if this woman is who they think of, then they have to be careful as they tread.

But as they were lost in their thoughts, no-one noticed the small smile of relief that made its home on Lily Evans' lips.

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Tʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ, I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢᴜᴇssᴇᴅ

HARRIET AND HAGRID CONTINUE WALKING down Diagon Alley.

"Oh, they are still here."

Harriet was worried. 

"But, Hagrid, how am I to pay for all this? I haven't any money."

"Well, there's your money, Harry."

He points to a tall, white, marble building.

"Gringotts, the Wizard Bank. T'aint no place safer, 'cept perhaps Hogwarts."

"That's an impressive building."

They had reached a snowy white building that towered over the other little shops. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold, was --

"Yeah, that's a goblin," said Hagrid quietly as they walked up the white stone steps toward him.

"When I saw them for the first time, I was so scared. They looked so angry."

"Oh, it's normal. There are two things that they love, Goblins love warfare and making money. So every moment not making money is time wasted for them."

The goblin was about a head shorter than Harriet. He had a swarthy, clever face, a pointed beard and, Harriet noticed, very long fingers and feet. He bowed as they walked inside. 

Harriet bowed back.

Ambrosias approved.

"That's sweet."

"My SAD knows how to respect others."

"I am so happy that she grew well despite her horror of a childhood." 

He glares at Dumbledore.

The goblin was surprised and impressed.

Arcturus sat straight.

"It's a rare sight to see a goblin impressed."

Now they were facing a second pair of doors, silver this time, with words engraved upon them:

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

"The poem is so horrifically honest."

"As I said, I'd be mad ter try an' rob it," said Hagrid.

"They're goblins, Harry. Clever as they come goblins, but not the most friendly of beasts. Best stick close to me."

Harriet frowned seeing how wizards treated the goblins.

'I don't think that's wise considering they manage your money.'

She thought.

Arcturus and Ambrosias along with Henry and Veronica Potter laughed out loud.

"At last someone who understands." They said.

Harriet sticks to him. Hagrid clears his throat as they approach a counter with a goblin, wearing spectacles and a waistcoat, in it.

"Mr Harry Potter wishes to make a withdrawal."

The goblin looks up.

"And does Harry Potter have their key?"

"Oh. Wait a minute. Got it here somewhere. Hah. There's the little devil. "

Why was her key with him? 

'That's a red flag, right there.' Lily wondered.

The Potters looked one look at the key and laughed.

The hall looked at them confused but before they could ask, the movie played again.

She was about to ask when the goblin gestured for her to remain quiet while his eyes shone with amusement and something that Harriet never seen before.

Vengeance.

"Oh, Sharpaxe. He figured it out."

Henry Potter commented confusing the hall even more.

Hagrid takes something from his coat and wh ispers. 

"Oh, and there's something else as well."

He takes out a letter wrapped in a string.

"Professor Dumbledore gave me this."

Hagrid hands the Goblin the letter.

Harriet didn't miss the near-eye roll that the goblin gave when he heard Dumbledore's name.

"Now ain't that suspish."

Regulus commented while acting like he was drinking from a cup of tea.

Interesting.

"It certainly is."

"It's about you-know-what in vault you-know-which."

"I would know what is there in you-know-what in vault you-know-which, Hagrid."

Hagrid smiles heartily.

Goblin took the key.

"Very well."

Later they race down the depth caverns in a cartlike structure. The cart stops, and much to Harriet's disappointment, a goblin called Griphook, clambers out.

"I love that cart."

"Me too."

"Vault 687. Lamp, please." 

Hagrid hands him the lamp and he walks to the vault.

"Key please."

Hagrid hands him the key and Griphook unlocks the vault. The room is filled nearly top to bottom with coins. Harriet is amazed.

"Marry me, Potter."

Marlene proclaims.

"What about me, love?"

Sirius pouts while Remus frowns.

"Show me your vault and I will."

Hagrid merely smiled.

"Didn't think your mum and dad would leave you with nothing now, did ya?"

They continue through the cavern.

Griphook pointed at the vault.

"Vault 713."

Harriet was confused.

"What's in there, Hagrid?"

"Can't tell you, Harry. It's Hogwart's business. Very secret."

Hagrid whispers.

"No Hagrid, she's gonna be curious now."

"Stand back."

Griphook commands.

He slides his finger down the door. The vault opens to reveal a small white stone package. Hagrid enters the vault and scoops it up. The eerie light it was shining with disappears.

"Best not mention this to anyone, Harry."

Hagrid tells her.

Harriet nods in agreement and nods curiously.

"Oh no."

As they exit the bank, Harriet feels like someone's staring at her.

She turns back to see but finds no one.

Confused she turns back.

A man steps out of the shadows.

"It's you!!!!"

A Ravenclaw points at Alessandro.

He merely raises an eyebrow.

"Thank you. I wouldn't have guessed it was me."

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THE CAMERA PANS TO REVEAL Harriet's bedroom. 

"Oh it's baby Harriet again."

The light enters the room from the open window as James and Harriet sit on the carpet.

"They look so cute."

James was successfully able to prevent her from painting the wall but couldn't stop the artist from painting. Which is why currently he became the scapegoat for his daughter's makeup skill.

"I wonder how he looks."

The camera pans to show James' face. With purple lips, blue cheeks and red eyeshadow James Potter showcased his daughter's latest artwork.

The entire hall burst while James smiled proudly at the screen.

"My little fawn is an amazing artist."

Little Harriet is utterly focused on painting his nails in the seven colours of the rainbow.

"The dedication though."

"Look at her pouting. Aww my heart."

Barty gushes.

The father-daughter enjoyed a chaotic morning when Lily went out to meet some friends.

The door to the room opened. The duo turned towards the beautiful woman whose green eyes are wide with horror as she takes in the mess.

"LILY!!!"

"MERLIN PADFOOT. COULD YOU BELIEVE I MARRIED THE ONE AND ONLY EVANS." 

The marauders look at Lily.

"Sister in law."

She smiles.

"Merlin."

She whispers.

"Mama."

Harriet shouts.

Lily looks at her and smiles wide. She kneels downs and open her arms wide to her daughter.

"Little flower, come to mama."

"Aww."

"She's so cute while waddling."

"SHE'S WALKING. MERLIN TAKE HER PICTURES!!!!!! WHERE'S MY CAMERA?!!!"

Barty gushes at the screen.

Harriet smiles and walks towards her unsteadily. She stops half-way and frowns when she notices Lily going a bit backward. 

"Thank God she has a little bit of Evans."

"WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?"

"No Mama, no. No do dat to 'arri."

"My SAD IS SO SMART."

"That's a horrible name."

Lily laughs out loud when she hears her daughter's words.

"Sorry little flower. Won't do that again. Come to mama."

Harriet walks to her mother at a slow pace and walks a curved path as she approaches.

"YASS YOU CAN DO IT MY SAD!"

"Gosh it sounds so weird."

She holds out her arms to her mother.

"Good job."

Lily hugs her tight and gets up and twirls with her. 

The purebloods were jealous. Lily Evans was so affectionate with her child while their parents treated them as investment.

Honour before family, they said.

James was transfixated by the screen.

She kisses forehead and cheeks.

"I missed you, little flower."

"Wiss mama too."

She examines her face.

"Little flower. You look so pretty. Who did your makeup?"

" 'arri do. So 'arri wook wike mama."

"I wanna hug and protect her forever!!!!!!!"

Harriet pats her cheeks.

" 'arri do dada too."

"She's so proud of her work."

Lily notices James whose looking at them with so much love.

She freezes and then burst out laughing.

"Love, were you modeling? Merlin!!"

She laughs holding her stomach.

The hall laughs with her while James simply smiles.

Harriet laughs seeing her mama.

"Do I look bad?"

James looked amused despite his question.

"No, you look handsome as always."

"Aww"

She says sincerely.

"And you." He says.

"Look beautiful just the day I married you."

"We need a James, people."

Marlene proclaims.

Lily smiles at him.

"Aren't you a bit lovey-dovey today?"

James fake gasps.

"You doubt my words. I am hurt my love."

"Ever the drama queen."

He places his hand over heart as he closes his eyes.

"Such a dedicated actor."

"Oh Sir Heartbroken." Lily smiles mischievously.

"I know that smile. It means it's not gonna end well."

Mary MacDonald "whispers".

"That doesn't excuse you from cleaning this room." 

"Use"

"Without magic." 

"-Magic."

She pats his cheek as he stares at her with horror.

"Come on little flower. Let's bond while dada cleans. Kiss dada goodbye."

Harriet kisses her dad on the cheek and waves.

"Bye bye."

"Say Love you."

"Wuv you."

"Love you too, little fawn." Said James.

The hall squeals at the cuteness.

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THE CAMERA PANS TO REVEAL King's Cross Station. Up on a crossing bridge, Harriet, with her cart of her baggage, equipment and Hedwig, walk beside Hagrid. A couple look at Hagrid, suspiciously.

"You do look very out of place, Hagrid."

Hagrid glares at them.

"What're you looking at?"

He then checks his watch.

"Blimey, is that the time? Sorry, Harry, I'm gonna have to leave you. Dumbledore'll be wanting his- well, he'll be wanting to see me. Now, uh, your train leaves in 10 minutes. Here's your ticket."

 He hands her the train ticket.

"Stick to it, Harry that's very important. Stick to your ticket."

Harriet looks at her ticket.

"Platform 9¾? But, Hagrid, there must be a mistake. This says Platform 9¾. There's no such thing...is there?"

"SHIT-AKE MUSHROOMS!!!"

A ravenclaw student exclaims.

The hall turns to look at her.

"HE DIDN'T TELL HER WHERE PLATFORM 9¾ IS!!!!"

"MERLIN HAGRID YOU LEFT HER THERE." Remus exclaimed.

"'m sorry for my future mistake."

Hagrid apologizies.

The girl starts to panic.

"What if she doesn't enter the Hogwarts express at all?What if no one helps her?What if she's struck in the cupboard under the stairs forever?"

"Cheryl"

Her friend dumps a glass of water on her head.

"Girl CALM DOWN. She will be there."

"But what if she-"

"Shh-"

"But-"

"SHH-"

The hall silences her.

Barty sits wide-eyed and mumbles

"Deep breathes and dumb-bee is gone."

Evan looks at him weirdly.

"WHAT?It's my happiness mantra."

Harriet looks up, but Hagrid has vanished and Harriet all alone with her cart.

Before Cheryl starts to panic again, her friend Rhea covers her mouth.

Harriet stands in the railway station taking deep breaths.

"I can't believe a 11-year old is more calm than us."

Cheryl blushes.

Harriet is walking down lane between trains. A man rushes by.

"Sorry."

Harriet sees a guard.

"Excuse me, excuse me."

"Right on your left, ma'am."

"Excuse me, sir. Can you tell me where I might find Platform 9¾?"

Guard stares at her incredulously.

"9¾? Think you're being funny, do ya?"

The purebloods sneer.

"It is if you see from their perspective. They don't have platforms numbers like that."

He walks off clearly done with the conversation.

Harriet then goes to stands between the platform No.9 and plateform No.10. She sees one pillar before platform 10 and after platform 9. She's pretty sure it's this wall that's separating her and the world of her parents.

"I had the same thought."

A muggleborn explained.

Harriet waits patiently for something out of ordinary but she doesn't have to wait for long.

Harriet notices a woman, daughter, and four boys walking by pushing carts.

"MOLLY"

Some gryffindors exclaim.

Her brothers and her aunt look at her children on the screen and her children off the screen.

"Just how many children do you have Molly?"

"Merlin, we finally have a girl, Molly."

They smile at each other.

"It's the same year after year. Always packed with Muggles, of course."

The woman screams making people look at her.

"Muggles?"

"Isn't that breaking the Statute of Secrecy?"

A hufflepuff student asks.

The purebloods agree frowning at Molly.

Harriet frowns for a bit, filing the reaction to her memory.

"Come on. Platform 9¾ this way! All right, Percy, you first."

A tall boy with red hair, called Percy, comes forward and runs towards a brick wall. Amazingly, he disappears right into it. Harriet is amazed.

"Fred, you next."

The woman signals to one of the twins.

"He's not Fred, I am!"

The other twin says.

"Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother."

The first twin remarks.

"Oh, I'm sorry, George."

The first twin, Fred moves towards the wall.

"I'm only joking. I am Fred."

The hall erupts in laughter.

The Prewitt brothers nod at each other.

Harriet laughs.

He runs through the wall, and is followed by his twin brother. Harriet shakes her head in disbelief.

Harriet approaches the woman.

"Excuse me! C-could you tell me how to-"

"How to get on the platform? Yes, not to worry, dear. It's Ron's first time to Hogwarts as well."

She pans to a tall red haired boy, called Ron, who smiles.

"Now, all you've got to do is walk straight at the wall between platforms 9 and 10. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous."

"What will happen if you walk?"

Cheryl asks.

"You cease to exist."

"Like bye-bye to heaven?"

"Like bye-bye to heaven.

"Like-"

"BEACH NOTHING WILL HAPPEN, SHUT THE HECK UP!"

Rhea shouts.

"Good luck."

The little girl accompanying the family says.

Harriet takes a breath and runs at the wall. She shuts her eyes and emerges on the other side a magnificent station at Platform 9¾ with a red train, which is the Hogwarts Express, and bundles of people. A whistle blows, and Harriet sighs with relief.

James and Lily look sadly at the screen.

'I couldn't see her off as she goes to her first year.'

Unknown to them, two other people have the same exact thoughts as them.

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"ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇ ᴏɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ"

IT IS NIGHTTIME AT HOGSMEADE station, and the train blows its whistle and pulls outside the station. Hagrid walks along the side aisle, with a lantern. People, in their robes, begin pouring out of the train.

"Where's Harriet?"

"They reached Hogwarts already? I wanna know what happened on the train."

"Right, then! First years! This way, please! Come on, now, don't be shy! Come on now, hurry up!"

Hagrid leads the first years towards the lake.

Harriet is nowhere to be seen.

Later, a large number of boats are plugging across a vast lake, where up ahead a huge castle, known as the Hogwarts Castle, can be seen. People are in awe.

"Wicked."

Ron remarks in awe.

They continue on further towards the castle. Later on, the first-year students walk into the castle, and up the staircase. As the camera pans, we see on a higher level, that Professor McGonagall is waiting. She taps her fingers on a stone railing and then goes to the top of the stairs to greet the newcomers.

"Welcome to Hogwarts. Now, in a few moments, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Now while you're here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you house points. Any rule breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup."

"That, ladies and gentlemen is dedication. Love that you didn't change the speech, Minnie. Amazing."

Sirius Black replies.

"Don't call me Minnie, Mr Black."

A scared-looking boy called Neville Longbottom spots his toad sitting near McGonagall. He jumps forward.

"Longbottom like Frank Longbottom?Whose his mother though?"

The hall looked around curiously.

"Trevor!" 

He catches his toad, and McGonagall stares down at him as some of the students laugh.

"Minnie don't glare, poor child."

"Sorry."

He backs away, embarrassed standing next to another student.

Lily widens her eyes.

Professor McGonagall looks at them.

"The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily."

She then leaves to go into the Great Hall.

A young evil-looking boy, with short blonde hair, called Draco Malfoy, speaks up.

"Oh, that's a Malfoy, must be Lucius' son."

"Lucius? LU-CI-US, LUSCIOUS LUCIUS MALLLLLFFFOY!"

Barty sings.

"Oh merlin, the peacock hall-breed multiplied?"

"So I guess the next generation is also like- MY FATHER WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS."

All Slytherins, old and new laugh while Lucius Malfoy is embarrassed.

"But there's hope. He's Cissy's son as well."

"It's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has not come to Hogwarts."

The hall leans in closer.

"Even if he does Harry won't be your friend, he will be mine."

"How does he know?"

"Look at them exercising power."

"Will he? What is your name? No need to tell that.Red hair, a hand-me-down robe and more children than they could feed? You must be a Weasley."

"Ouch"

"That's Lucius's influence."

Narcissa glares at him. Molly looks ready to scream.

Ron turns red like his hair.

Before he can continue.McGonagall returns and taps Draco on the shoulder with a paper. 

"We're ready for you now. Follow me."

She says as she leads everyone through two large doors and into the Great Hall, where there are four long tables with thousands of students, as well as floating candles. The roof appears to be the sky.

"It's not real, the ceiling. It's just bewitched to look like the night sky. I read about it in Hogwarts: A History."

A girl with bushy hair keeps reassuring herself under her breath.

"A budding Ravenclaw."

McGonagall leads the first years to the front where a hat is patched, frayed, and extremely dirty lying on the stool. It looked battered and old.

"Will you wait along here, please? Now, before we begin, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words."

Dumbledore rises from the main table.

"Oh, he's still alive?"

"I have a few start-of-term notices I wish to announce. The first years please note that the dark forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also, our caretaker, Mr Filch-"

He shows a ragged old man, called Mr Argus Filch, with his cat with red eyes, called Mrs Norris.

"He is still there too?"

"-has asked me to remind you that the 3rd-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death. Thank you." He sits back down.

"WOW"

The parents in the hall except for Molly glared at Dumbledore. 

"Great now you got a bunch of curious cats waiting to break the rules."

As he sits down the sorting hat begins its song.

"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your back,

Your sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

if you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin,

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folks use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

"How is the song different each time?"

"Well, it has a year to think of the lyrics"

"Um, true."

"When I call your name, you will come forth, I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses. Hermione Granger."

Professor McGonagall reads out.

The bushy-haired girl looks alarmed. She whispers to herself.

"Oh, no. Okay, relax." 

She goes up.

"Ah, right then...hmm...right. Okay...Gryffindor!!"

The students cheered as Hermione jumps off with a smile.

"Draco Malfoy."

Draco saunters up proudly. The tattered hat nearly freaks before touching down on Draco's head.

"Oh merlin, the man literally said copy and paste"

"SLYTHERIN!"

The Malfoys are proud of their heir.

The students cheer, but not as loudly.

The Ambrosias frown.

"There isn't a witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin."

Ron tells.

"What kind of fudged-up mindset is that?"

Alcaeus asks.

"You understand that they are kids right?"

The rest of the hall looks away in shame.

"Susan Bones."

A small, redhead goes up.

"Let's see...I know...Hufflepuff!"

The Bones family claps for their heiress.

"Ronald Weasley."

Ron gulps and walks up. He sits down and the hat is put on.

"Ha! Another Weasley. I know just what to do with you... Gryffindor!!"

The students cheer as Ron sighs in relief.

"Harry Potter."

The hall leans forward.

Everything goes silent as the entire great hall turns towards the remaining students left to be sorted.

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THE CAMERA PANS TO REVEAL a dark room.

"Oh, it's the dungeons."

Remus said.

The slytherins look at him with narrowed eyes. 

"And how do you know that sir?"

Barty questions.

The marauders look away sheepishly.

It was a bright sunny day that welcomed his eyes that morning. He sat late into the night dreading this day. One would think that having ten years would help someone come in terms with the situation but sometimes time isn't enough to heal the pains of the heart. He was not having a good day due to three reasons.

"It looks like it's from someone's point of view."

"It's like intruding a private moment"

One, it was September, meaning he will meet the old dunderheads again.

Severus felt attacked.

Two, it was September 1st, meaning there will be new dunderheads included.

Regulus, Rabastan, Evan and Barty look at him.

"What?"

"I don't know. Is there something that you want to tell us?"

"Nooo"

They look at him with narrowed eyes as if trying to figure out the secret.

Three, it was September 1st, 1991 meaning one of the new dunderheads will be the spawn of his eternal enemy James Fucking Potter.

The marauders looks around for their enemy.

'We can always retire.' A quiet thought entered his head.

But he can't. Not with them still bitter at him.

So it is safe to assume that he is not happy.

More like, frustrated.

"It's confirmed. That's him"

Barty whisper-yells.

But what can he do?

He sits at the head table hoping for some freedom from dunderheads this year.

'As if.' He scoffed.

He is brought out of his musing when he hears the first student getting sorted in Gryffindor.

'Oh joy.'

He looked toward the new students searching for a clone of James Potter with Lily's eyes but couldn't find anyone of that sort.

He frowns. He was pretty sure that the headmaster told him he will be present this year.

The Potters lean in closer hearing dumb-as-door's title.

No one knows where the boy wonder was placed. There were rumours about him being placed with his relatives but it couldn't be that woman. Obviously, he was brought up like his father getting everything on a golden platter with people at his beck and call.

"Helga, this man seems have a lot of hatred."

"James"

James looks at his grandmother.

"Your pranks have gone too far."

James looks down.

He comes back to earth when he hears the name that's circulating in his thoughts.

"Harry Potter"

For the first time, the great hall is silent as they waited to see the boy who lived. Heads turned towards the small group of students that were waiting to get sorted.

Except there was no Harry James Potter.

That name never existed.

Because the person in question didn't exist at all.

The hall is silent in anticipation.

This will be the first time they will see the potter heiress as a child.

As he looks around the hall, a small movement catches his eye. A small child who looked too young to be eleven walked the length of the hall. Her small frame walked with confidence as her black hair with red streaks in a braid drifted behind her.She looked like she was from the Black family with her oval face and porcelein skin.She had an air of elegance that follow her as she passed through the myriads of silent and confused students reaching the head table. 

"She looks like Sirius Black and Dorea Potter."

"I think he adopted her. Because except Dorea Potter there's no one who is from the Black family."

Henry Potter and Arcturus Black look at each other.

There was another.

Her small confident footsteps echoed through the hall.

She looks at everyone in the hall and then at the head table.

He is reminded of the stories that he read as a child. They taught him that eyes were windows to the soul.

"That's Shakespeare!"

Everyone looks at Cheryl.

"Girl, not now"

He sucks in a breath.

Cold emerald eyes bore into his soul looking so different from the warm eyes of her mother.  

He shivered internally unable to place the feeling.

She turns towards Professor McGonagall and says in the quietest voice the hall had ever heard.

"Pleased to meet you professor. My name is Harriet Potter and I am ready to be sorted."

"My SAD just mic-dropped!!!"

His friends look at him in confusion.

Where does he get these phrases from?

And all hell breaks loose.

Dumbledore looked like he sucked in a sour lemon drop.

"That's my happy memory by the way"

Barty points out. 

The professors on the table with their eyes widened in surprise.

Even the slytherins with perfect masks looked on with their jaws dropped in surprise.

"OH"

In his surprise he missed McGonagall coming out of her shock and placing a hat on her head.

"GRYFFINDOR"

The tense atmosphere relaxed as did the headmaster's shoulders which sagged in relief. 

"Ain't that sus?"

"Relief huh?"

While the table rejoiced at getting their saviour, he felt something that he didn't feel for a long time.

In any other situation, the potter spawn going into the house of lions won't bother him so much, he would scoff and mock that he was just like his father.

"I am still searching for that person."

It was well known that the sorting hat was notorious for not admitting to make a mistake.

Except here it felt like the sorting hat finally did a mistake.

It threw a vicious snake into the house of lions.

The Gryffindors shivered.

Except James who clapped.

"That's my fawn!!"

Severus remembered the feeling that crept in earlier.

"YOU!!!!" James screamed looking at Severus Snape.

Before he could continue the movie played again.

Lily's eyes were like new born leaves in spring.

Her daughter's however, were not.

They were cold like death's embrace.

Henry Potter shared a laugh with Arcturus.

If they thought that they could control her, they were wrong.

"YASS!"

The hunt has just began.

Now the hall shivered together.

Merlin help them all.

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"ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ᴀᴛ ʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛs"

LATER, ALL OF THE FIRST years are sorted into their houses, and all the students talk to each other. McGonagall dings on a cup.

"Your attention, please."

Dumbledore rises from his chair.

"Let the feast...begin."

"That's my favourite part."

From the aerial view of the Great Hall, food magically appears on all the tables, and the hall is filled with awe and chatter.

Harriet is overwhelmed by the sheer amount of food.

Draco looks at all the food, raises his eyebrows and digs in. Ron stuffs his face.

The hall winces.

Harriet looks away. She then looks down at the table.

"I'm half and half. My dad's a Muggle. Mam's a witch. Bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out."

Neville laughs. 

While Harriet frowns.

Seamus is lucky that his dad was understanding. She has seen first-hand how cruel muggles can be.

"That kid right there is lucky."

"You are right."

The purebloods look at them in surprise.

Veronica Potter frowns.

"You just saw how they treated Heiress Potter why are you so surprised?"

Harriet is sitting next to Percy. She leans over.

"Say, Percy, who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?"

"Oh, that's Professor Snape, head of Slytherin house."

"Professor Snape, interesting."

Regulus looks at him in doubt.

"I hope you don't let your prejudices blind you."

Somehow they both know it's not true.

Snape carried a lot of hate in his heart.

"What does he teach?" 

"Potions. But everyone knows it's the Dark Arts he fancies. He's been after Quirrell's job for years."

"They made Mr McSquirrel the DADA teacher? WOW!"

The Slytherins and Ravenclaws whip their heads to glare at Dumbledore who shivers.

Ron, having just finished a chicken wing, reaches into the bowl for more, and a ghost, called Sir Nicolas, pops out.

"Ahh!"

"Hello! How are you? Welcome to Gryffindor."

"I have to say, except for his nearly headlessness, that guy is pretty chill."

The person's friends glance at him.

"What?"

"Don't you remember that day,"

"across the hallway"

"Which day?"

"that Sunday"

"when they"

"were in your way"

"and you lay"

"on the floor like hay"

"and screamed in dismay"

"that you hate their display."

"Gallopin' Gorgons, shut up!"

Numerous ghosts come pouring from the walls, sailing along.

Bloody Baron comes in

"Barrrrroooooonnnn!!!!"

The Slytherins cheered while the hall watched on in fear.

"Oh, merlin they cheered?"

"What? I didn't hear anything."

"How do you know they cheered?"

"Oh, they do like this!"

Sirius tilts his head to the back and front in one second.

The Gryffindor table is confused.

"Whoo-hoo-hoo!"

"Look, it's the Bloody Baron!"

Percy greets Sir Nicholas. 

"Hello, Sir Nicholas. Have a nice summer?"

"Dismal. Once again, my request to join the headless hunt has been denied. "

He proceeds to leave when Ron interrupts him.

"I know you! You're Nearly Headless Nick!" 

"I prefer Sir Nicholas if you don't mind."

"Nearly headless? How can you be nearly headless?"

Hermione asked.

"Like this. "

Grabs head and pull it to the side. His head is hanging on just by a thread.

"Ahh!"

The hall isn't doing any better. Small buckets appear near the people who vomit.

"Why do I feel this is only the beginning?"

The hall looks at Rabastan in alarm before near fainting.

He scoffs.

"Weakass"

Hermione moans in disgust; Harriet just simply rolls her eyes. Nick reattaches his head back to his body. Later, Percy is leading the Gryffindors to the staircase tower.

"Gryffindors, follow me, please. Keep up. Thank you."

"This is the most direct path to the dormitories. Oh, and keep an eye on the staircases...they like to change."

"Half of my belonging belong to whatever is below their stairs."

"Exactly my shoe-"

"My tie-"

"My earring-"

"My stationery-"

"My underwear!"

Barty shouts.

"How's your under- you know what nevermind"

They grimace.

The camera pans up and we see a vast amount of staircases, people walking on them, and some switching places.

"Keep up, please, and follow me. Quickly now, come on. Come on."

They begin walking up the stairs, and several of the portraits began greeting them.

"Seamus, that picture's moving!"

Neville points.

"The first I saw that I freaked out so bad."

"I couldn't sleep like my first month at Hogwarts was just them creeping on me."

The first years look horrified as James and Sirius recreate their poses.

"Look at that one"

Ron points.

"I think she fancies you."

"Oh, look! Look! Who's that girl? "

"Welcome to Hogwarts."

A man in the painting greets them.

A bit later on the seventh floor, They are in the corridor leading to Gryffindor Tower. They come up to a large painting of a large woman in a pink dress. She is known as "The Fat Lady".

"She has no name or what?"

"She does. Her name is Lady Meredith Goldstein."

"I feel so horrible whenever I go there."

"She's very sweet."

The Gryffindor look at Pandora in surprise.

"When did you speak to her?"

She smiles but doesn't elaborate further.

"Password?"

She asks.

"Caput Draconis."

The Fat Lady smiles and nods in confirmation. The painting opens up to reveal a doorway in the wall, leading to Gryffindor Tower.

"Follow me, everyone. Keep up, quickly, come on."

"Oh, wow."

The Gryffindors look at the screen with pride while the hall envies the cosiness it radiates except for the badgers.

"Gather 'round here. Welcome to the Gryffindor Common Room. Boy's dormitories, upstairs and down to your left. Girls, the same on your right. You'll find that your belongings have already been brought up."

"That's all? Don't you guys have the head of house coming in to talk or something?"

The Gryffindors look surprised.

"For scolding?"

"No. To introduce you to rules, comfort the firsties or assign tutors."

"THEY DO THAT?"

The hall glares at McGonagall who lowers her head in shame.

"Oh Minerva"

Later at midnight. Harriet is sitting by a window in her pj's, with Hedwig. 

The scene shifts to Hagrid buying her the owl.

Harriet's first present.

The hall looks remorseful while Lily and James thank Hagrid.

She pets the owl and looks out the window, sighing with contentment, knowing that she will love it here at Hogwarts.

But some part of her thinks that the statement is doubtful.

"OH MERLIN, OH MERLIN, OH MERLIN"

Barty jumps on the table.

"SHE'S REALLY IN HOGWARTS"

The small gang cheers loudly.

"I MEAN I KNEW THAT SHE WILL BE THERE BUT YOU NEVER REALLY KNOW IF IT HAPPENS"

Barty shouts.

 

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"ᴘᴀʀᴄᴇʟ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ"

THE CAMERA PANS TO REVEAL the night of the feast. 

The hall look on curious.

The winds danced around the castle leaving translucent shadows in their wake. In the quiet of the night with only the whistling of the wind, the tired souls drifted into Morpheus' arms,  but Harriet was wide awake looking at the stars embroidered into the finest of black silk. Moonlight hits the soft panels of her face as she sat on the window sill with her head resting against the wall and a foot dangling on the otherside.

"She's very beautiful."

"She's my little fawn after all."

James said proudly.

"And my flower too."

Lily added raising an eyebrow at James.

"And my SAD three."

Barty chimed in.

Harriet sighed for the hundredth time as she looked at her roommates. A part of her was nervous seeing as this was the first time she will be interacting with people without the Durselys' interference yet angry that the choice was taken away from her again as people saw her with preconceived notions in their inquisitive eyes.

"Oh, you sweet child."

Charbel murmured.

Lavender Brown and her newfound friend Parvati Patil giggled every time they looked at her. 

The Browns and the Patils looked sheepish.

Hermione Granger their other roommate, looked at her with accusing eyes as if she stole her favourite book and torn it apart.

"I feel like it's gonna take a while before we like her."

"Or never"

"Or never too."

It was the first night here and she already had to deal with five people reminding her that she didn't look like her parents. One person dared to say they didn't like her because she was a girl and that their idea of her as a boy was more heroic and believable to be the one who defeated the Dark Lord. 

The hall winced as waves of anger emerged from Veronica, Dorea, Euphemia and Lily.

While James looked furious. His magic danced wildly around him waiting to attack anyone who agrees with the five people who made themselves the target of a protective father.

The marauders weren't doing any better as well.

Barty rested his head in the palm of his hand as he looked at his SAD.

She will be just fine. 

She was sick of their misogynistic behaviour already and it wasn't even one day. 

She gazed up to see the thick canopy of stars scattered across the sky. Harriet loved the stars. When the Durselys fell asleep, she would sit wide awake and imagine as if she could see the stars in the small enclosed space. She was comforted under their gaze and now it felt like the castle put a cloak of warmth around her to protect her from the cold.

"She's a bit poetic this time, right?"

The Slytherins glanced at Barty and co. as they recreated their earlier performance of passion.

As she sat there looking at the midnight, a hoot broke her out of her musing. She turned to see a black owl coming towards her with a parcel. 

"The owl is familiar."

She raised her eyebrow as she tried to think to whom the owl could belong. The owl dropped the letter on her desk with a small hoot and then stared at Harriet expecting treats. Harriet smiled and gave it some of Hedwig's treats which caused Hedwig to hoot louder in displeasure.

"Hedwig is such an attention seeker."

The purebloods looked at the interaction between the potter heiress and her owl.

Harriet quickly turned around to see if any of her roommates had woken up due to the noise. Thankfully they didn't.

She glared at Hedwig while the owl just hooted softly as if shrugging in response. Harriet turned her attention towards the black owl as it stared at Harriet in wonder. Harriet was amused by the reaction as she petted the owl which peered in pleasure. 

Their bond is....interesting.

"MY SAD'S FIRST FAN!!"

The letter that the owl brought sat innocently on her desk. She turned the letter searching for the sender's address. It had none.

She touched the seal. The seal opened to reveal a few things. The parcel contained a book whose title was blurred but Harriet smiled seeing it.

"Now I am very curious."

"It better not be a courtship letter," James said resolutely.

"I agree, SAD shouldn't date till she's thirty."

"You know what even better?"

They look at each other and smirk.

"SHE SHOULD JOIN THE COVENANT!"

"A fine aspiration indeed."

Lily rolls her eyes.

"Shut up both of you. She can do whatever she wants."

"Even murder?" 

A firstie shyly asked.

"As long as she leaves no evidence." 

The Slytherins look at her in a new light.

 On the top of the book, lay a card. Flipping it she finds a picture of a young man who stands on the edge of a cliff. He is gazing upwards toward the sky. Over his shoulder rests a modest knapsack. A white rose is in his left hand and a small white dog is at his feet.

"That card-"

Harriet recognised the card. It is numbered 0 – the number of unlimited potentials. Potentials that were endless in the stream of life. Harriet raises the card and smirks.

ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏᴏʟ

Iɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ, ғʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ, ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ, ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ, ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ, ғᴏᴏʟɪsʜɴᴇss, ᴄᴀʀᴇʟᴇssɴᴇss, ɪᴅᴇᴀʟɪsᴍ, ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ, sᴘᴏɴᴛᴀɴᴇɪᴛʏ, ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ, ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢs

"Why would someone send her a Tarot card, and that too, the fool?"

"I think it means to say New beginnings."

"I believe even adventure, freedom and youth also do apply."

"But Harriet has never been innocent, hasn't she? After that fudged up childhood."

They glare at Dumbledore.

 While Harriet listed the many possibilities that this card could mean, she was sure this card was meant for New beginnings. Setting it aside she turns her attention to the petals that fall out of the parcel.

She had been gardening all her life. She revived flowers with her magic, even flowers that would have not normally grown in the typical British weather. She grew them with her magic, nourishing them when they wilted and protecting them in the rain. She read about so many flowers that she didn't need a second to recognise them.

"Oh, Merlin!"

Lily looks at the screen and softens her eyes.

Enclosed in the parcel was a pink petal of a flower that grew in the areas that were close to the gentle whispers of the sea.

"What are those flowers?"

The purebloods sat still while James and Lily tried not to cry.

For the first time that she came into the wizarding world, Harriet cried.

"Why did she cry?"

A muggleborn asked but got no answer.

As her shoulders shook in silent sobs, elsewhere the same flowers burst with life. 

The Ambrosias were surprised to see the place.

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"ɪʟʟᴜsɪᴏɴ ᴏʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ?!"

"TRANSFIGURATION IS A VERY SYSTEMATIC, exact magical discipline, that works best for the scientifically-inclined mind. As such, it is deemed "very hard work" (especially compared to Charms, which afforded a much larger margin for personal creativity). Also 'when transfiguring, it is important to make firm and decisive wand movements. Do not wiggle or twirl your wand unnecessarily, or the Transfiguration will certainly be unsuccessful.'"

"Transfiguration is the first-class for them also.Honestly how is it that the timetable hasn't changed for the last however long years?"

Professor McGonagall's voice cut through the silence that took hold of the class on the morning of 2nd September.

As many students tried not to fall back to sleep in fear of incurring the professor's glare, Harriet sat on the last bench in the class listening to the lecture with rapport attention. 

"OH MERLIN THAT'S SO TRUE."

"Harriet's so attentive man."

Or it seems.

"Oh never mind she's just sleeping with her eyes open that's all."

"Welcome to the club SAN."

The professors look at Evan suspiciously. 

"Aren't you a bit too informative on this Mr Rosier?"

"Ya Mate aren't you?"

Evan looks at Rabastan raising one of his eyebrows.

"Look whose talking."

Rabastan flips his hair.

"The most handsome wizard that graced Hogwarts."

All his friends look at him blankly.

"SURE."

'Honestly.'

She wonders while looking at the sleeping faces.

'They should just cancel Mondays.'

"Yes. Tell them."

'No one likes Mondays'

"True. It should be a rule passed by the ministry or something."

The adults looks at them amused.

"And why is that?" 

'Cause it means there's a long way to go for Sunday.'

"There you go."

"Harriet is a model Gryffindor."

"Ya- wait what is that supposed to mean?"

"Now."

The class sits straight at once after hearing the professor's sharp tone.

"You know for a Gryffindor, Prof McKitty is very serious."

Regulus remarks.

"I know right. Look at professor I have friends in high places and look at professor McKitty."

Rodolphus looks at them amused.

"You guys are lucky they can't hear you."

"You will all attempt to transfigure this matchstick into a needle. Your time starts-"

She looks at the clock on the opposite wall.

"-now."

The class looks at the matchstick at hand.

"Acusignis"

"ACUSIGNIS"

"Mr Finnegan shouting won't help."

"OH MERLIN THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT JAMES DID!!"

"WHAT NO-!!"

"Acuignis"

"Mr Weasley, it is Acusignis, not Acuignis.Pronounced aku-sig-nis."

Ron turns towards Dean Thomas.

"Didn't I say the same thing?"

Arthur flushes red like the colour of his hair. 

The Prewitt brothers laugh.

"That's what you said."

"No."

He deadpans.

"Just transform already!!"

"Mr Smith that's not how transfiguration works"

"I wish it was that easy dear."

Smith looks sheepish.

Harriet looks at the matchstick and thinks.

In her mind, she envisions a beautiful needle with crystal pink flowers blooming and with a centre embedded with topaz and emerald leaves branching out its ends.

"That's beautiful."

"Interesting."

'But' she wondered, 'won't crystals have a heavier mass as compared to the overall composition?'

'What if I use paper balls?'

"That won't work."

Lily and the Ravenclaws reply while Severus nods his head.

'Uhh, that won't be sufficient though'. 

'What if I use a heavier object?'

'WILL STONES WORK?'

"MY SAD/DAUGHTER IS SO SMART."

James and Barty gush.

"OH MERLIN. It's just a simple spell."

"She's a Ravenclaw"

Ravenclaws moan the loss of a bright mind.

'OH, MY GOD-WAIT it is supposed to be merlin-MERLIN YES!'

The muggleborns and the muggle-raised laugh.

"I was exactly the same. Like my entire first year at Hogwarts was me trying not to use OH MY GOD!"

'I should go gather a lot of stones.'

'But where do I find the stones?'

'Ah, the ground.'

"Miss Potter."

"She's so invested."

'I should look for small-to-medium-sized stones. What if after putting all this the needle bends due to extra weight?'

"Miss Potter."

"She's having internal monologue."

'Then maybe turn the stones to glass?'

'How did Aunt Petunia's pin hold?'

"Miss Potter."

'I should apply physics.'

'HANG ON ONE SECOND-IS THIS EVEN THE PROPER APPLICATION OF PHYSICS? DOES PHYSICS EVEN MATTER IN MAGIC? IS THIS AN ILLUSION MAYBE? OH MERLIN WHAT IF ALL OF THIS IS AN ILLUSION?! WHAT IF ALL THIS IS A DREAM? THEN IT IS VERY WEIRDLY SPECIFIC DREAM OH MERLIN- I SHOULD BE A WRITER!'

The hall breaks into laughter.

"Why do I feel that her monologues will be the most interesting?"

"MISS POTTER"

The professor's voice breaks Harriet out of her mental breakdown.

"Oh it's real then."

They laugh again.

"What is real Miss Potter?"

"Nothing Professor."

Professor sighs and points at her needle.

"Professor's like 'I just want to retire'."

'You have no idea.' Professor McGonagall thinks.

"Ten points to Gryffindor. Well done Miss Potter."

She looks at her matchstick-wait-the needle. When did that happen?

"She's lost."

"It's a perfect piece. It's pointy and silver. Now reverse it."

Harriet turned the needle back to the matchstick.

"Good Miss Potter. It seems you have inherited your father's gift of transfiguration."

As she leaves, Harriet notices Granger glaring at her. Harriet mentally rolls her eyes.

"That girl."

Cheryl nods.

"She's sus."

"And trouble."

"I think she's the one who goes after people who get more that her and say they cheated."

"Don't presume."

'Aren't we in the same house?'

Some students shift in their seats, while professors looks sheepish.

The guests narrow their eyes.

She looks at the needle.

'When did this happen?'

The scene changes to the dungeons.

"Now it's Potions."

"I wonder what kind of a teacher Severus Snape will be."

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"ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀʟʏ"

BEFORE THE SCREEN STARTS AGAIN, Barty lets out a scream.

"SEVERUS TOBIAS SNAPE YOU BETTER BEHAVE. REGULUS ARCTURUS BLACK, WHERE THE HELL IS MY 1921: EVIL RETURNS UNDERWEAR? EVAN ROSIER GIVE ME MY POPCORN AND GET YOURSRLF HERE I WANNA SNUGGLE. RABASTAN LESTRANGE STOP MAKING GOOGLY EYES AT REGULUS AND GET YOUR FAT BOOTY HERE."

The hall chokes at the last sentence.

Barty looks at them exasperated.

"Prudes"

Myriad swirls of colours in clear vials reflected the dim sunlight that made its way into the cold confines of the potions classroom.

"Excuse me this is making the potion classroom way romantic than it actually is."

"There's nothing ever romantic in that room."

"Good sir, that's not what you told when we did the deed there."

The hall blushes at the implication.

"How did you manage to fo it?"

"By being quiet.

"When did that happened?"

"Everyday, for the last 2 years, Professor knows."

They turn towards Slughorn while he sweats profusely.

"The deed?"

"Cleaning the cauldrons of course."

"Oh."

"Wait-what did you all think? GET YOUR DIRTY MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER!YOU RASCALS! THERE ARE CHILDREN PRESENT HERE, NONSENSE"

Rows and columns of potions in array of colours dull and splendid was the sight that welcomed Harriet.

"I have never seen a splendid potion all my life."

"I have never seen a potion all my life."

"I have never seen the potions classroom all my life."

The professors look at Rhea in surprise. 

"Miss Vincent what do you mean?"

Rhea looks at the professor unbothered.

"I mean it's not like the professor cares. All he wants to do is make connections with rich, influential purebloods and the rest of the class is ignored. I do the self study myself. So many people do that. I mean even you knew now because I told you."

"Miss Vincent, we won't tolerate this disrespect from-"

"Disrespect?! Minerva my student is extremely polite and truthful."

"Filius, that girl is insolent-"

"Minerva Despoinída Vincent is perfectly polite."

"Despoinída?!"

Minerva asked surprised while Albus gasped.

"Yes. Did you know Despoinída Rhea Vincent became a Runic Mistress at age 13?"

The hall looked shocked.

"That's not all. Her best friend Despoinída Cheryl Athanasiou is both a Charms and Transfiguration Mistress at the age 13 and 14 respectively?"

The hall looks at the panic girl in surprise while Professor Flitwick says proudly.

"That's not possible-"

"Oh it is Professor. Just because you don't know, doesn't mean it's not happening. And it's not just the Ravenclaws, it's some from Gryffindors as well like Despoinída Lily Evans is Potions and charms mistress as well with Severus Snape from Slytherin being a potions master. Regulus Black earned his Arithmancy mastery at 12 years old. Barty is a Runic Master as well as a Historian and a Arithmancy mastery at 13. And almost half of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs have currently at least 1 mastery you know."

"When did this happen?"

"Go check the laws they passes in Wizamgomet."

Cheryl added.

The purebloods looked surprised while Blacks, Potters and Bones families laughed.

"Wait you guys don't read the laws?"

The student body straighten their back.

"You know what to do Rhea."

Lily said while Rhea nodded.

She grinned before sitting.

The room was cold, understandably so, due to its close relation to the dungeons.

"Cold is an understatement. That's below zero celsius. It should with a warning. DEAR ALL, BEYOND THIS DOOR IS A ONE WAY TICKET TO HELL. WE HAVE AN OVERGROWN DUNGEON BAT WITH NEVER ENDING TRAIN OF INSULTS AND A ROOM WITH TEMPERATURE BELOW ZERO DEGREE CELSIUS. WHY BECAUSE WE WANT YOU TO SUFFER. WE HOPE YOU HAVE THE MOST ATROCIOUS EXPERIENCE EVER. BYE."

"Cheryl there you go. Deep breathes. Convince yourself that Dumb-bee is gone." Barty instructed.

"Is he?"

"Not yet."

"Ugh".

The light in the room was dim, Harriet mused it must be due to the effect light can have on certain materials.

"They do?"

"I thought it was Snape was a Vampire and we all are supporting that?"

"EXCUSE ME WHAT?"

Snape shouted.

"Ignore him he's been a bit testy lately."

"Some potions could be light sensitive and can explode."

Her gaze shifted to the man who waited at the door as the students settled in. The man was tall and pale. Pale as the someone who hasn't been in the sun quite often. He closes the door and walks down the length of the class, his black cloak dancing behind him in a dramatic fashion.

"I wanna do that."

Aloysius charms his brother's cloak and Alcaeus walks around mesmerized.

Harriet thought he resembled the muggle superhero Batman a bit too much.

The muggle borns and raise chuckled.

"Whose that?"

"A hero. A saviour. A fighter."

The Ravenclaws begin with emotion.

"He's a rich dude. Old money. Loaded. That's all."

"MARLENE?!!"

The Ravenclaws look at her betrayed.

"What?"

He spoke in a soft, contained voice as if he didn't like to disturb the silence hanging in the air.

"Nah. He doesn't want to waste energy on dumderheads."

"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few... "

He looks at Malfoy, who smiles.

"He looks like a Ferret, doesn't he?

"who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper... in death."

"Wow. That's a beautiful speech."

Barty blows his nose.

He looks at the class and sees Harriet, writing what Snape said in his lecture down. But she was in, his view, not paying attention.

"He's such a *cough* attention *cough* whore *cough*."

"Yeah man."

"Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confidant enough to not...pay...attention."

The Slytherin quatert glare at him.

Hermione nudges Harriet, finally making her look up to the Professor. Snape then walks to where he can speak to Harriet more properly.

"Ms. Potter. Our...new...celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

"Wow. Your pettiness knows no bounds, huh?"

Lily looks at him disappointed.

Hermione raises her hand.

Harriet thinks carefully and answers.

She tilts her head towards the ceiling and starts a triade of information overload.

Literally.

"You would get the Draught of the Living Death."

The hall bends forward.

She flexes her fingers as if making the potion in the air.

Before he can ask anything else, she continues.

"The Draught of Living Death is an extremely powerful Sleeping Draught."

She holds out her hands as if she's holding two potions in her palms.

While she thinks that she is just imagining two potions in her arms, the rest of the class sees two misty vials one filled with dark purple while the other vial turned pale lilac colour then clear.

"It's like animation."

"What's that?"

"Animation is a method by which still figures are manipulated to appear as moving images. In traditional animation, images are drawn or painted by hand on transparent celluloid sheets to be photographed and exhibited on flim."

The Ravenclaws recite as they stare transfixed by the screen.

Her hands move another a lot, creating the animation of the potions creation as they move.

"Their main point of difference is that while the Sleeping Draught caused the drinker to fall almost instantaneously into a deep but temporary sleep, the Draught of Living death caused the drinker to fall into a death like slumber."

"Other than that they share four ingredients from same sources except with slight differences like in the Draught of the Living Death you use powdered Asphodel, infusion of wormwood, valerian root and a sophophorus bean while in Sleeping Draught you use wormwood, powdered Asphodel petals,sopophorous bean and Valerian springs."

As she says this, the ingredients of potion swirls around the projections before making their way into the vial.

The purebloods don't dare to blink.

"A standard Sleeping Draught differs from the Draught of the Living Death which is much more powerful, long-lasting, and difficult to brew."

"Now the Wiggenweld Potion which is a healing with the power to cure injuries,and is the antidote to both the Sleeping Draught and the Draught of the Living Death."

The class looks at her transfixed while Snape looks like a mix between impressed and angry. Harriet lets out a small sigh.

"You got lucky, Ms. Potter."

"Where, Ms. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?"

Hermione's hand raises again.

Harriet waits before answering.

And closes her fist again and starts answering.

As her hand starts moving again, the small greyish matter is formed in the mist. 

"A bezoar is a stone-like mass usually made of hair, plant fibre, or similar indigestible matter that stayed in the gut of an animal and formed a hard ball or "stone" is taken from the stomach of a goat that acted as an antidote to most poisons, with Basilisk venom being one notable exception."

All the ingredients she lists make their way towards the matter, making it bigger and heavier.

"Eww but woah."

"This is the reason why bezoars are used in the preparation of the antidote to common poisons. Bezoars are also notably rare. But you can find them in your potions cabinet professor."

At her last sentence, a piece of grey matter from the potions cupboard flies across the room, resting in the front of her desk. 

The hall is amazed.

Snape asks her one more question.

"And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfbane?"

"There's no difference between them professor, they are from the same plant called Aconitum variegatum."

As she starts speaking, the mist forms a herbaceous plant with erect stem appears. The basal leaves are glabrous, palmate The leaves of the stem are smaller and the size is decreasing in the upper part of the stem.

The flowers, merged in paniculate inflorescences, zigzaggy ramified, are light blue or violet, with paler striations twirl around the stem.

"Aconitum also known as aconite, monkshood, Wolf's Bane, leopard's bane, mousebane, women's bane, devil's helmet, queen of poisons, or blue rocket, is a genus of over 250 species of flowering plants belonging to the family Ranunculaceae. It is also a common ingredient in wolfsbane."

At the end, the vials solidify before resting on the desk. The sound of the vial hitting wood cause Harriet to look at them in confusion. She finds the vials, bezoars and aconite resting innocently on her desk. 

"Wow, I know what how to create Draught of living death, sleeping draught, bezoar and aconite."

"THAT'S MY SAD Y'ALL!!!"

"THAT'S MY DAUGHTER!!!!!"

The marauders and Slytherin quartet celebrate.

The Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs and Gryffindor cheer loudly.

While Slytherins nod their heads.

She looks at the professor confused.

"You know her magic is interesting."

"I know right. It's motherly of sorts."

Snape does something he never did before.

He smiled.

Actually a small one. 

"That's not a small one. That's Slytherin version of-"

Barty pulls a small black book from his pocket and reads.

"-oh yes. It's a Slytherin version of I am proud but I can't show that to you cause there's a stick up my ass. No wait that's wrong. Oh yes this is right. I can't show you because of the scandal that will escalate because I smiled at a gryffindor."

The purebloods look amused.

He turns to Hermione, who has still got her hand up.

"And put her hand down, you silly girl."

"Why shouldn't n't you raise your hand?"

A firstie softly asked.

"Because sweetie it will look like your classmates are dumb which they are but there are subtle ways to show that not openly ok?"

Rhea said.

Bellatrix laughed.

"I like you."

"Really? Let's clean cauldrons then."

They laughed while others choked.

"Well?"

He turns towards the students.

"Why aren't you all copying this down? "

He takes the items from her desk.

The students obey Snape and start to write down what Snape said. Snape returns to his desk, and dips his quill into some ink.

She sits down and pairs with Granger who glares at her for answering.

"You know there's something fundamentally wrong with that child."

"No, I don't think so. I mean it's one of those things the mundane don't get."

"What?"

"This is not their world."

Harriet sighs.

She rethinks her hypothesis that Professor McKitty's speech about houses being family is a bit exaggerated.

"Thank god she figured it early."

Pandora says smiling while others at her in horror.

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Hello everyone,

To all those that read this work, I want to thank all of you for the love and support you showed me throughout the process and honestly, it was you guys who kept me going.

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I hope you have a wonderful time reading the new one , and I appreciate all constructive criticism. And to those of you who are new to this, I welcome you to join us in this journey as our protagonist navigates through Love, Betrayal, Drama and War.

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