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Lord Harry Potter, Duke of Godric's Hollow, Duke of Ravensmore, Archduke of Peverell, various lesser titles, and the most coveted bachelor of Pureblood society was fashionably late arriving at the gala celebrating the seventh anniversary of his Hogwarts graduation.

That delay that is not just a few minutes after the official start of the gala and that is not intentional. He arrived half an hour after the official start of the gala without showing regret, only giving an informal apology to the official host. But he didn't want to see the opening ball where all the engaged couples would dance. Where she would dance with another man.

Harry straightened his formal robes and started walking towards the newly remodeled exotic plant greenhouse where the gala was to be held. A nice detail to be able to see the shower of shooting stars that would happen that night. His steps were heading towards the greenhouse while he thought about which women would be the best to dance with and that they did not think about a future commitment.

Potters married for love, they could only fall in love once in their lives. And the woman who had won Harry's heart was already in a marriage contract and would be getting married in about three weeks. Or so said the obnoxious wedding invitation Harry had received in the mail from him a few months ago and which he still tore apart and repaired several times a week.

Harry looked in and his eyes caught something that would have left him stunned and jaw dropping if Lady Walburga hadn't tried so hard to make him the perfect heir after a huge argument with her niece Narcissa and denying the rights to Black family inheritance to Heir Draco Malfoy.

Theodore Nott was on the dance floor. But in his arms was not his beautiful and perfect fiancée, was Miss Ginny Weasley.

Harry saw how they looked at each other and knew that Ginny had finally achieved her goal of sinking her fangs into a socialite. It wasn't that it had been difficult, despite all of her outrageous behavior Miss Weasley was a very beautiful young Pureblood. However her beauty was marred by her scandalous behavior. She had pursued and agreed to courtships with any titled or wealthy young man, even going as far as getting herself alone with her suitors before jumping on the next.

And she had pursued Harry relentlessly ever since they were officially introduced when Harry was twelve and Ginny eleven. Harry's late father had joked that Ginny looked a lot like Harry's mother while Harry himself was almost a carbon copy of Harry's father. He made a joke that if they got married it would be like the couple getting back together in another generation. Harry hadn't been amused, he didn't have an Oedipus complex. But Ginny seemed to have made it her goal in life to seduce Harry and be the next Lady Potter.

Though she now seemed like she had accepted that she would marry the Nott Heir. Harry hoped that the Nott family magic would accept her, because the Potter family had already shown her rejection of Ginny.

But Harry couldn't see Theodore Nott's fiancée anywhere. The lovely Miss Lisa Turpin.

Harry sent a little stab of his magic at his best friend. Mr. Ron Weasley. When the ball was over Ron and Hermione came out of the greenhouse and joined Harry behind the hedge he used to hide.

-You won't believe what happened, friend. Nott has publicly broken off his engagement to Lisa Turpin and then announced his engagement to my sister. --- Ron looked worried. ---– I don't know what my parents are going to do, Harry. Ginny has already been warned many times for her outrageous behavior. But this is very big. Not that I'm complaining about being related to a house like the Notts, but…

Hermione put her hand on Ron's shoulder to calm him down.

--- What Ron means is that Lisa Turpin's father is a hero with a posthumous Order of Merlin due to his brave sacrifice a few months ago. The Weasley family is going to get a lot of notoriety for this. The Notts can get over it, but not the Weasleys.

-Do not worry friend. You Weasleys are under my protection. But Ginny will have to be cut from the family so that I can save the rest of the family. --- Ron nodded tearfully. The Potter family had liquid honor running through their veins. And stealing another girl's fiancé, publicly, was a dishonorable act. And I would drag them all into the mud. It would be tough, but the family would have to cut off Ginny to survive. In the past they hadn't and that had led to the current state of semi-poverty for the noble and fertile Weasley house. - Where did Miss Turpin go?

-She is in the maze of rose bushes. I saw her when she ran out of the greenhouse. ---- Hermione smiled at Harry. – Good hunting, Lord Potter.

Harry smiled and went into the rose bushes, muting his footsteps.

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Lisa was sitting in the fountain and crying. Since her father died it was the first time she had gone out in public. She wanted to relax with her old classmates, have fun, reminisce about the good times.

But Theo... No, the Nott Heir had publicly humiliated her by calling her out in public and breaking off her engagement. He had said that she was a bland lady, unattractive and lacking in any special traits, unlike Miss Ginny Weasley who was pressed against Heir Nott's side. The woman he proclaimed as his new fiancée

Lisa knew full well that she wasn't some great beauty or she had something special. Her mother had told her so many times, thankful that she had been able to make a marriage contract with her good friend Lord Nott, Lisa's mother's lover if she had to listen to her gossip. Lisa looked at herself in the reflection of the water in the fountain.

She didn't have the striking red hair, the handsome features, the magical talent of a seventh son, the popularity, the talent for Quidditch, the attractive body or the people skills of Miss Ginny Weasley.

No, Lisa had light brown hair. Her eyes were a shade of brown with blue flecks. Her features were pretty, but normal. She did not have great magical talent. Despite being a Ravenclaw she wasn't extraordinarily intelligent either. She liked to watch Quidditch, not play it. She was quite shy and associated with her small circle of close friends. And she knew full well that her body was nothing special.

She was one of the thousands of Pureblood Ladies that populated Europe. She blended into the crowd.

But tonight she had wanted to have a good time. She had wanted to go with her pretty dress and forget for a few hours about the death of her father.

More tears slipped down her cheeks and a handkerchief appeared to catch them. Lisa looked up to see Lord Harry Potter leaning over her and gently wiping her tears away.

-Forgive me for my audacity, Miss Turpin. But I have been brought up not to allow a lady to be in such a disturbing emotional state without doing everything possible to comfort her.

Lisa blushed. He was Harry Potter, Lord Harry Potter. The golden bachelor who had been a Quidditch star on the national team until his father died of illness and he had to retire to take care of his family's very extensive business. Most of the single ladies, and some engaged, had tried to catch him. But he had gracefully dodged them as he kept repeating that he would only marry for love. And that if he didn't find love he would resort to adopting some children's blood

- Thank you, Lord Potter. I guess you already know what happened

-With all due respect, Miss Turpin, but her former fiancé is an idiot. He has thrown away a diamond for a zircon. – Lord Potter made a gesture in which he asked for permission to sit next to Lisa and she granted it.

- You don't have to do this, Lord Potter. I am well aware of the truth in Heir Nott's words.

Lord Potter stared at her.

- How long does beauty last? --- Lisa looked at Harry Potter with evident confusion. – From twenty to forty years. How long does Quidditch talent last? Until the injuries suffered are too many to heal with spells and potions. How long does a beautiful body last? Until childbirth and age mar it

Lisa thanked the man for making her feel better.

- How long does a beautiful heart last? Until that heart stops, it will never lose its shine. How long does a gentle character last? All life and beyond. How long does kindness last? Forever, because kindness will live in the hearts that have received it. – Lisa looked at Lord Potter. – When we were going to enter our second year there was a crying child on the train. His birthday was September 2nd and he had always celebrated it with his family. His mother made a three chocolate cake and they sang happy birthday to him all together. The next day you brought him the cake and you managed to get all the tables to sing happy birthday to him. That act of kindness, that child will never be forgotten, Miss Turpin. That is the real beauty, at least in my eyes.

Lisa blushed remembering that. Her early years had always been lovely to him, and she had done her best to help them. That was why she had been named Her Precept in her fifth year along with Harry.

--- Be careful, Lord Potter, or I will think you wish to woo me.

-In that case I will have to work harder for you to see it as a certainty, because I want to woo you with the intention of marrying. – Lord Harry Potter stood up and held out his hand to Lisa who had her jaw almost slack in astonishment. – I am a Potter, liquid honor runs through my veins. But my family has another motto. "Love is worth breaking the rules." So I'll break the rules of propriety tonight, Miss Lisa Turpin. My heart has been hers Miss Lisa's property since our first year and I have kept it in my chest out of respect for the betrothal, but I will no longer hold back and wish to woo you Miss Lisa and make you my wife. If possible before the end of the year, but preferably before the end of the summer.

Lisa blushed so much that her head felt on fire and she got dizzy. The bachelor of gold, Harry Potter, was saying that he wanted to woo her. To her, to the simple and normal Lisa. Lisa took the man's hand and was lifted up by the man with a gentle gesture.

-Allow me to accompany you to your house. Obviously, neither of us will enjoy tonight's gala given the actions of third parties. Are you staying at your flat in Diagon Alley?

-No… I'm staying with my uncle, Lord Turpin. Since my father's death my mother has preferred solitude. – The solitude to meet with her lovers. Lord Potter nodded in understanding and offered Lisa his arm to escort her out of it. The shower of stars shone over her heads and they both raised their eyes to the sky for a few seconds, enjoying the beauty.

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Lisa woke up in her bed at her uncle's house and laughed at the absurd dream she had. Lord Potter saying that he loved her, escorting her to her house and declaring that he would woo her.

-As if Lord Potter was going to notice me or confess that he has been in love with me for years.

Lisa put on her mourning robe and tied up her hair simply. She made it to the living room of her uncle's house in time to see her aunt placing flowers in a vase. Red roses, and there were at least a hundred more on the table.

If it weren't for the fact that her uncle only had children going to Hogwarts she would think it was a courtship gift.

- And that?

Her aunt squealed at her and she approached her with a grin from ear to ear.

-A gift from Lord Potter. Yesterday, after you went up to your bedroom, he met your uncle and asked permission to woo you. Your uncle gave him permission and this is the first courtship gift. One hundred red roses from the Potter greenhouses. Aren't they beautiful?

Lisa sat in the chair next to her looking at the roses already placed in the dwindling vases at her uncle's house and the handwritten note that had her name on it.

“Miss Lisa Turpin

I thought that roses would be a good start, although they are a common gift for a courtship, there are times when detail is more important than rarity. The next gift will be more personal since I will have time to acquire it, but I did not want to let another Lord get ahead of his intentions towards you again.

I would like to know if you would be available for an appointment. I would suggest taking my mother or her aunt as a chaperone, if it's not too much trouble. Potter Manor Gardens are beautiful at this time of year and I would like to share their beauty with you.

With all my heart

Harry Potter"

He had signed only his name, making the note more personal and closer. Lisa blushed and covered her face with her hands before helping her aunt with the roses.

Theo never gave her flowers. Just the occasional bouquet on birthdays or Valentine's. And never anything lush, only bouquets bought in flower shops. This was much more personal.

---Should I reply to his note this morning? He asks that we meet to see the gardens of the Potter manor.

Lisa's aunt sighed dreamily.

--- Those gardens have been closed since after the death of Lord Fleamont Potter and his wife. Lady Lily and Lord James were not fond of large social events and only small gatherings have been held. They were very focused on their careers. But I remember their spring and Yule balls. In one of them I met your uncle, he was so handsome, so chivalrous... And those gardens... – her aunt sighed dreamily, lost in memories of youth. - The late Lady Dorea Potter loved landscaping and it is said that they are still the most beautiful in the country. She prided herself on the number of couples that met at her singles ball, if you end up marrying Lord Potter I suggest you resume the custom of balls. people wait for you

Lisa nodded and thought that she must learn more about the history of the Potter family if Harry Potter was going to woo her.

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Lily Potter entered the dining room in time to see her son spread cherry jam on his brioche bun made with butter from Potter farms. She tossed the Daily Prophet on the table and her son raised an eyebrow.

- I don't particularly like that newspaper. Any reason to throw it at me?

-Nothing. Only Miss Turpin is now very publicly single. And the elves have informed me that a hundred roses from the greenhouses have been sent to the Turpin house. Anything you want to tell me, my son?

Harry smiled quietly and took a bite of his brioche as his mother sat down next to him. She had aged almost twenty years since James Potter died, but she was still one of the most beautiful witches Harry knew.

She had received offers of courtship, including from Severus Snape, Harry's old teacher and James Potter's personal nemesis. But Harry's mother had decided to remain a widow for the rest of her life.

-I have invited Miss Lisa Turpin to walk around the property. I hope you don't mind playing chaperone, mother.

Lily smiled

-I'll start planning the wedding, dear. That girl won't last till the end of the summer

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Draco waved his wand gently as the marble slab sealed Astoria's tomb. Scorpius, barely four years old, was clinging to his leg as he cried as he looked at his mother's grave.

The funeral attendants left quickly and without speaking to Draco. Many things had changed since the dark lord was defeated. The Malfoys were still influential, but they were no more than a shadow of their former self.

-You are still less than thirty years old Draco. - Blaise was the only one who spoke to him. - You already have a pureblood heir, it's time to choose a woman you really like

-I loved Astoria, Blaise. Can you say the same about your previous four wives?

-The Zabini fell in love and fell out of love quickly

Walking among the tombstones, not wanting to appear before the dead, Draco eyed the female figure crouched among the graves.

Cassiopeia Wood, née Potter, was looking at the grave of her husband. Draco barely remembered how it had happened. Oliver was playing for the national team and had a bad fall, instant death, they said.

At that time Astoria was pregnant and her health was so fragile that it had taken a great effort for Draco to get out of bed. A couple of children arrived and Draco was surprised to see that the youngest child was Scorpius's age.

He wondered if Oliver Wood had ever met his youngest son.

Potter got up and moved away so that her sons could talk to her father in peace. then she saw him

-Malfoy

-Potter

-Wood, actually. - She looked at him with a sad smile. - Some things never change.

Draco felt the corner of one of his lips lift. He remembered that time. At that time everything looked much easier and brighter. At the time when his only fights were against the Gryffindors and they were always solved one way or another

-Those were good times

-Yeah….

The two looked at each other in silence.

-Sorry about Astoria, she was such a sweet girl every time we talked. I've heard it was a curse.

Draco sighed

-Yes, Astoria's bloodline was cursed. She had the worst of the curse of this generation. It was a miracle it lasted this long. She was a fighter

-If she was married to you she must have been.

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Draco watched Cassiopeia lay flowers on Astoria's grave.

-Thank you

-It doesn't matter. No one but you comes to the grave. Not even Daphne.

- They… - Draco looked at Astoria's grave. --– They weren't very close. Daphne only took care of Astoria because her parents asked her to, after their death... Daphne abandoned Astoria completely

Cassiopeia looked at the grave

-I can't imagine one of my boys abandoning his brothers. James especially, after Oliver's death he became incredibly protective of Albus. He protects him as if he is afraid that he is going to leave too

--- It's good that they are so close

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Cassiopeia watched as Draco finished clearing Oliver's grave. The day before there had been a storm and the grave had been filled with branches.

-Thank you

- I didn't think you'd come today. --- Draco put the wand away from him again.

--- I worry about the storm. This tree has been needing to be cut down for years. – Cassiopeia looked at the large branches of the hundred-year-old oak that covered a third of the cemetery with her shadow. -- Also, the season will start soon and fans often come to leave memories. The first death in Quiddicht in ninety years

-I never knew. What happened?

Cassiopeia looked sad

-The bludger broke the broom and fell. The spells failed and when he hit the ground he landed on his head with such force that he nearly decapitated himself. I…. I wasn't in the game because I had a bad feeling and I felt bad for the pregnancy. But James was there and he saw it all

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Draco looked at Cassiopeia and sighed. James Wood had just gone to Hogwarts for his first year. In the years that they had been tentatively friendly in the cemetery they had met several times and the boy did not hate him

Or so he thought

Draco looked at Cassiopeia and swallowed hard.

- Would you like to go have a cup of tea?

Cassiopeia looked at him with a soft smile on her lips.

- Are you asking me on a date?

-Yeah

Cassiopeia smiled and nodded. Draco offered his arm to her and together they walked out of the graveyard. Neither Draco nor Cassiopeia knew it, but Oliver and Astoria were smiling at that. It had been obvious that they had both fallen in love at Hogwarts, but neither had done anything in return for that love. Later they fell in love with other people and got married.

They were happy, but it was about time they were finally together

They had already cried too much

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Many people had asked Harriet Potter on a date to go to Hogsmade on Valentine's Day. The girl was fifteen years old and was one of the beauties of the school. Besides that her family was wealthy and important enough to tempt even those who weren't tempted by her beauty.

Her father was not only Lord Potter, he was also one of the youngest Auror Department heads in history and a member of the Wizenmagot. Her mother was the current transformation teacher and temporary deputy headmistress of Hogwarts after Albus Dumbledore decided to take a decade-long sabbatical in the Caribbean with her husband. Headmistress McGonagall said that she was doing well, when they received updates. Although everyone knew that the reason for that sabbatical period was the arrival at Hogwarts of the children of Sirius Black and James Potter.

Harriet didn't consider herself a troublemaker, but she did attract trouble in such a way that Headmistress McGonagall and Professor Snape had checked her for any curses. Repeatedly. Nothing to do with her brothers and younger cousins, who were grounded this day or couldn't go to Hogsmade because of their age.

-Harriet

-Draco – She separated herself from the statue she had been leaning on and smiled at the boy. - Are we going?

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Going to the tea room was a bad idea. Harriet had been to the place a couple of times before and it always reminded her of a wedding cake. But, for some reason other girls loved the place and the woman had gone out of her way to decorate it to make it even more embarrassing. Draco and Harriet had made identical faces at the pink ribbons, cherubs dropping gold confetti and endlessly multiplying heart balloons.

--- Well, this is awkward. – Draco looked at the couples around him who clearly had some glue connecting them to their partners' lips.

Draco and Harriet looked suspiciously at the teacups (a bright pink color) and then at their fellow students.

-You are Professor Snape's godson. Would you know if this has a love filter?

-It is not a love filter, my heir ring would have warned me. – Draco looked at the other couples with a frown. – I think this must be some kind of group hypnosis or similar. Maybe some hallucinogen or a drug that causes ecstasy.

Harriet looked around the tea room and sighed.

-I don't want to have my first kiss surrounded by people who are three seconds away from swallowing someone else's tongue.

- So do you want me to give you your first kiss today?

Harriet blushed at Draco's sly smile and her hand took his in a gentle gesture. At that moment when their fingers intertwined, a stone broke the window they were next to and overturned their tea table.

The owner of the establishment ran in and started picking up and apologizing to Draco and Harriet who now had a couple of cuts. The woman cleaned the wounds of the two with a speed that indicated a lot of practice.

-You would be surprised how many angry ex-boyfriends fight with their partners' new lovers. – Said the woman winking at both of them.

Harriet was sure it hadn't been an angry ex-boyfriend. She didn't have ex-boyfriends. But she did have a very overprotective father and godfather.

So the next logical step of action was to go to the three brooms where her mother was keeping watch, luckily.

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-Sauerkraut, why did you ask for sauerkraut?

-I like it. It's not my fault you can't notice the deliciousness of it. – Harriet laughed as she walked back to Hogwarts, especially because Draco had sworn that she had seen a black dog and a deer giving him the evil eye from the forest.

People had taken it as a joke, but Lily Potter had frowned and gone out the back door of the establishment to hunt the stag and the black dog like a lioness hunts a gazelle.

-Harriet

Harriet looked at Draco and his lips pressed together. There, just below the Hogwarts gates adorned by golden winged pigs

-The best first kiss. – Harriet whispered when they separated and Draco looked very smug. Until a ball of mud hit him in the back of the head. Draco cursed as Harriet summoned a shield and cast a cleansing spell.

She laughed, took his hand and they ran while she uttered a curse that she made her brother and her younger cousins sing instead of speak.

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Golden dust billowed around him and Gaara had a memory from his childhood come to the forefront of his mind. When he lost control of the Ichibi and only his father could control it. The puppeteer stepped back and looked around him until his eyes fell on a man on the wall of Suna.

Sabaku no Rasa. The Kazekage that had been attacked by Orochimaru and supposedly killed now stood on Suna's walls.

Gaara looked at his dead father as the golden dust spread. An attack was directed towards Rasa but it bounced off an invisible shield. A small figure peeked out from behind Rasa and they could see a young woman with flushed cheeks, rosy lips, pale skin, and bright emerald eyes. Her long curly black hair was gathered in a braid that reached to her waist.

Rasa nodded and the woman smiled wider before moving her hands, but not in a recognizable seal. Sasori started to jump and only when he bumped into something did they realize what the woman was doing.

Barriers to trap and cage Sasori.

Kankuro got in the way and a needle hit him. Gaara went to protect his brother and the man on the wall put his hand to his forehead and sighed wearily. Harriet walked up to him and took his hands.

- What's happening?

- They're still too green. I don't know how Suna has survived four years without me.

-Don't torture them. They are still young. At least you can say something good about them

Rasa thought for a few minutes.

-Gaara's sand control is better than before and Kankuro seems more adept with his puppets

- Good Guy! Now go help your children and your people. I will be here

Rasa looked at Harriet and she wriggled her fingers. He disappeared in a swirl of sand, and Harriet watched from the top of the wall. Something brushed the barrier and saw a kind of clay being

Harriet reinforced her shield as things began to tighten. The explosion did not surprise her, the shield held, but not the wall Harriet stood on. Harriet appeared on the other side of the wall. Another clay being appeared and Harriet frowned.

She was going to lock him in when the sand came and engulfed him, containing the explosion.

Harriet's eyes met the blue-green eyes of the young man with hair the color of wine.

She smiled at the young man and then watched him walk away.

-A good first meeting

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Rasa watched as everyone looked at him as if he were a ghost before turning his attention to Kankuro. Gaara was leaning against the wall in front of him. Father and son stared at each other

- So you're alive

-Yeah

-It was a possibility, we did not find your body. Only part of the tunic and your hat stained with blood

Rasa laughed and pulled the collar of his shirt a little, revealing a thick scar.

-That damn Orochimaru almost did it. But somehow we ended up near one of the Yondaime Hokage's markers and when I used it to defend myself the marker activated and took me to another place. I was seriously injured, but they found me and healed me. And when I was ready I started on my way back

Harriet looked at Rasa and Gaara and decided to stand aside to let them talk. She then remembered something and approached Rasa

-Rasa, I have to go back to camp. I'll be back as fast as I can with… Everything we've left behind. --– Harriet glanced sideways at Gaara and Rasa understood. He took Harriet's hand and squeezed it gently.

-OK. Kankuro may need you so he comes back quick

-Well, talk to your children, Rasa.

Harriet apparated to a dune and looked around her before putting her hand on the barrier and walking inside. Her spells told him there were no living things within a five-mile radius. Just a few signs that were going quickly towards Suna

Harriet's senses widened, and she knew that one of the people was Rasa's eldest daughter, the only one she hadn't met. Temari. Harriet went through the barrier seeing a small shop and went inside it.

A baby with burgundy hair and sparkling emerald eyes greeted her from a play mat. He had been asleep when they detected the disturbance in Suna, but the spells on the carpet kept him from getting out and doing himself any harm.

-Hello my love.

-Ma… Ma…-The boy looked around her. Hoping to see someone close to Harriet. - Dad?

-He's with your older brothers, my love. – Harriet bent down and kissed the child's forehead. – Let's pick up and go with him

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Harriet frowned as she saw the group that had wandered off and were scanning the area where Harriet was. She adjusted the bag where all her things were and held the bundle that was Masa tighter against her chest.

Harriet lowered the barriers and in seconds the four ninjas were before her, threatening her.

- Who are you?

-Harriet, I return to Suna after the attack

- Attack, Suna is under attack?

-Someone tried to kidnap the Kazekage and his brother was injured

The ninjas looked at each other and argued for a few seconds. After that they decided that Harriet would go with them to Suna. Harriet focused on Temari and wondered how she would react to learning that her son was her younger brother.

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Gaara was arguing with Chiyo when they arrived.

- We don't need Konoha's help!

- Kankuro is dying!

-The Godaime Hokage is the best healing kunoichi of the elemental lands.

-We don't need it. -- – Rasa looked at Harriet. – Harriet. Can you cure the poison affecting Kankuro?

Harriet nodded and left Masa still asleep with Rasa. She then walked over to Kankuro and rummaged through her pockets before pulling out a rock. She stuffed it into Kankuro's mouth and closed it tight. Kankuro stirred vigorously after swallowing and fidgeted before calming down and opening his eyes.

Gaara and Temari winced at Kankuro's appreciative glance at the curves of the woman who had come with her father. She was beautiful, very beautiful and curvy in all the right places. But it only took one look to know that she was not a Kunoichi.

- Who are you, beautiful?

Harriet smiled awkwardly and turned away from the boy, looking curious.

Kankuro stood up and smiled seductively at the woman.

- Can't I know the name of my savior? Or maybe I can ask her out on a date? I don't bite, unless you want to

Rasa stepped forward and faced Harriet, pulling her away from Kankuro.

-Kankuro, stop trying to have a relationship with Harriet. It's disgusting

- It's not disgusting!

-It is. I see your guts have grown while I'm gone. But that's not an excuse to try and flirt with your stepmom.

They all stood silent looking at the younger woman.

She just smiled looking at them.

-Hello.

Temari was the first to go over to look at Harriet.

-You look… Young

-I'm twenty three years old

The woman was stunned.

-I have nineteen. – Then he stared at her father while she very slowly took her fan out of her support on her back. – Father, let's go outside to have a nice conversation about disappearing for three years and marrying a girl only four years older than your firstborn.

Rasa sighed and handed Harriet over to Masa. She picked up her son and cradled him in her arms while Kankuro, Gaara, and Temari looked at the little boy.

-This is Sabaku no Masa, your younger brother. – Rasa said, looking affectionately at the child in Harriet's arms. – And soon you will be big brothers again.

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Harriet took up residence at Rasa's house while Rasa and Temari played. Kankuro had to stay at the hospital and Gaara was the one accompanying Harriet and Masa.

-Looks like no one has lived here in a long time

-After the disappearance of father no one found reasons to continue living here. The house is mine because Kankuro and Temari left it to me. Kankuro now lives in his puppet shop, and Temari in a singles apartment. I still live here, but with work and not being able to sleep… I really don't come here much

Harriet looked at the only parts of the house that seemed well cared for. The kitchen, a sofa, and a photo on a cabinet of a woman with hair the color of sand and a soft smile. Gaara's sand grabbed the photograph before Harriet could.

- Is that Karura?

-Yes, it's my mother.

-Rasa told me about her. She seemed like a lovely woman. – Harriet approached and touched Gaara's cheek. --– And she told me she loved you very much

-You touched me… No one had touched me before. --– Gaara seemed surprised looking at Harriet's hand

-You are not the only one who has received the protection of her mother's love, Gaara. In my case, if I were to touch someone who wants to hurt me, they would burn. Their skins would crack and turn gray as the fire consumed them from within until they were little more than dust and coal. --- That was true, but Harriet hadn't known it until she was nineteen.

That was also why the Dursley house had always been warm. Her uncle had never hit her for fear that her magic would attack him. Too bad, because with just one blow Vernon would have died

Rasa came in with his clothes somewhat torn and clearly tired and sat on the sofa still covered in dust. Harriet coughed slightly and looked at Rasa. He gestured to let her know that he was okay, then looked at Gaara.

- I'm going to clean the bedroom. I leave you to talk. ---– The tired man went to open his mouth. – No, you are going to talk. Meanwhile I will place the protection seals and clean the dust

Harriet entered the bedroom and Rasa looked at the youngest son

- Are you going to want to recover the position?

-No, I'm getting too old for that hat. Also, living without the responsibility when I met Harriet made me realize that I didn't want it back, the hat is yours. Although I expected Temari to have the hat

-Temari's heart is not in Suna, it is in Konoha. And the elders want a link to Konoha and are fostering those feelings. --- Rasa nodded. Obviously Orochimaru's invasion had failed and they had been on the losing side. Sending a bride to marry Konoha would be nice. – And Kankuro lives for his puppets and trying to flirt with girls in a painful way. They wanted me to go because they thought it would tie me to the village and make me less likely to destroy Suna if I had to do the paperwork to rebuild it later.

-Wise decision, 90% of my work consisted of dealing with your damage.

- Because?

- Put the Ichibi in your body or start negotiations with Orochimaru?

-Both

-The first was due to pressure from the Council. We needed a weapon, we were falling behind the other hidden villages and our bloodline was the strongest. We were the best able to contain it. But only you had the bloodline ability. – Then he looked into the distance. – As for Orochimaru… What I did was out of anger. Anger that the leader of the Country of Wind gave half of our missions to Konoha while he cut our funding. Anger that he gave them more money, that he limited the number of new Shinobi we could add to our ranks, and that the restrictions were getting tighter. I was in a corner and decided to make a desperate decision

-Well, you'll be pleased to know that they don't give Konoha quests anymore. After the invasion they found some documents saying that the Daimyo approved it, they even had his official seal.

-One of my best forgery jobs, I'm glad it was useful. – Rasa smiled remembering the moment when he thought of creating those documents. He hated the Daimyo and those documents were the reassurance to him that if everything went wrong he could give a big part of the blame to the pompous idiot who preferred to pay other countries for things he could do to his own people.

-Konoha refused to accept the business and the other Daimyo went to war against ours. With our dwindling strength we lost and the Daimyo was executed. The current one is his third cousin and has given us freedom of action and recruitment. He has also tripled our budget. We had to pay a heavy penalty, but the country is slowly recovering.

- Well, then Harriet will come in handy. Her dowry is large and a part of it will go to the village. But I'm glad our new Daimyo does have common sense.

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Harriet shifted in bed as morning sickness overwhelmed her. She couldn't even move until her stomach settled.

Rasa stroked her hair and murmured comforting words in her ear as her baby was still asleep in the crib next to the bed. Harriet took Rasa's scarred hand and smiled weakly.

She remembered the blood-covered man she had encountered in the Forbidden Forest. She had taken him home and healed him. Less than a month later they were sharing a bed for some horizontal exercises, as George called them. It had cost them a lot, they had struggled a lot, but they had made an effort to improve each other and be happier.

Still, the man Harriet loved could not abandon his people and his other children. So Harriet packed up and went with him. She did not expect Atlantis to be the Elemental Countries. The magicals had hidden them because they didn't want the non-magicals to persecute the chakra users as they persecuted them.

-Father, you haven't changed a thing. – They both looked at Temari who was at the door. – I remember that when mother was pregnant you also behaved like that. There are things that never change.

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Chihiro Uchiha was holding hands with her mother's brother. Her uncle and her personal guard, Akira Uchiha was taking her to his house for her cousin's birthday. The Hime of the Uchiha clan already looked like a great beauty, one of those that marked history. Even several nobles had gone to see her and try to negotiate with her father for her hand in marriage for the nobles' children or themselves, Fugaku Uchiha scared them all away.

Chihiro was a Hime of a Shinobi clan and, unless requested by the Daimyo himself, she would marry within the clan or with another clan.

However there was a problem with that. Chihiro lacked the talent or skill to be a Kunoichi. That happened from time to time and the Uchiha were a large enough clan to allow many of their members to not be active shinobi. That she decided to be a civilian and have a family would only help increase the clan's numbers that were dwindling from everyone dying on the battlefield.

Even so, the Hime of the family had to be at least a Chunin before she retired. Even if it would kill her

Akira had heard many arguments between her sister and that unfortunate man who seduced her. Her sister wanted to make Chihiro leave the academy and go to the school for civilian children with other clan members. The council of the Uchiha elders demanded a chunin rank as an absolute minimum. And Fugaku was worried about his daughter being weak and easy to kidnap so he wanted her to have a solid power base.

The only solution they had come up with was for Chihiro to retire after reaching Chunin to a desk position in the Konoha police force.

It also didn't help that Chihiro's older twin brother was a genius the likes of which the family hadn't seen since Madara Uchiha. That made the elders put more pressure on them to train Chihiro harder to become a Jonin.

A very insidious rumor was going around the town saying that Itachi had devoured her sister's talent and chakra while they were in the womb. Chihiro certainly had much less chakra than Itachi

No matter how much they tried to block it, the rumors had reached the twins. Surprisingly, the one who was least affected by the rumors was Chihiro. She just shrugged and said it was best to let people talk and that she didn't care about words.

Itachi was more apprehensive and apologized to her sister. But Chihiro had told him not to worry about her. She didn't really want to be a Kunoichi.

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-We were thinking of letting him spend the night here. – Akira's wife frowned at the man in front of her. – We talked about it with Mikoto

-Fugaku-sama wants Chihiro-Hime to return home.

-But... - Akira went to speak. It was dangerous to go out at night, even more so with the Hime of a Shinobi clan.

-Now. – The Shinobi of the Uchiha clan left. Akira looked at the living room where his seven-year-old daughter was playing with Chihiro. Chihiro stood up and looked at her uncle.

- Does Dad want me to come home?

-Yes, he thinks this place is not safe for you. – Akira took his vest and his bag of kunai. - I will be back soon.

Chihiro said goodbye to her cousin Akiko and then her uncle took her in his arms to leave. The streets were quiet in the dead of night. But Akira felt something strange, and so did all the ninjas around him, you just had to see how tense they were.

Like the calm before the battle

Akira was about to increase speed, something not advisable because he was carrying a girl in his arms who had just eaten two pieces of cake and a large dinner. At that moment something appeared behind him

Akira didn't have time to react.

The bijuu's chakra was strong and thick and with a roar he sent it flying. Akira straightened up and pulled the kunai out of him before noticing that Chihiro was not in his arms. Dazed, he looked for her before seeing her quite close to the bijuu and against a light post.

The kyubi lowered a gigantic head and Akira swallowed his breath. The kyubi's eyes were sharingan. As? How was it possible?

Chihiro looked fearlessly at the kyubi and blinked. Two lines of blood ran down the girl's cheeks and Akira knew it. The hime of the Uchiha clan had just awakened the Sharingan. But that wouldn't be enough to face the kyubi

However the kyubi did not attack, the sharingan in the beast's eyes left and they turned a bright blue color. The oppressive chakra diminished to the minimum Akira believed possible.

And the kyubi kept looking into Chihiro-Hime's eyes.

Akira felt proud. Chihiro might not have the best aim, or be the fastest, or the strongest, but very few could claim to have a sharingan powerful enough to control the kyubi no yoko.

There was only one other case in history and it was Madara Uchiha

Akira sighed in relief, a crisis averted just before it began. He then moved next to Chihiro and deflected several Shuriken. A figure in a black cloak and an orange mask looked down at them from the top of a building. He could see the Sharingan in his uncovered eye and was looking at Chihiro-Hime with an attention that Akira didn't like at all.

Several shinobi and kunoichi gathered around Chihiro-Hime and Akira realized that they knew.

The kyubi did not attack because Chihiro-Hime had it under her control. But Chihiro-Hime was still a six-year-old girl and it was enough for her to stop the demon. Demon that seemed to have been brought and released by that man. The hostile force

-What an interesting sharingan…. I want it, I want your eyes.

Akira prepared himself. He wouldn't let this man touch his niece. He had sworn it the day she was placed in his sister's trembling arms at her birth and when he was appointed her personal guard. He would protect Chihiro until death.

She was his niece, his sister's beautiful daughter.

Several more shadows approached the black-cloaked man and the fight began. To finish quickly. The third Hokage and his old team were there.

- This is an order, the priority is to protect the Uchiha-Hime! S rank!

The shinobi were a well-trained army and with those words they arranged themselves like meat shields around the girl. They couldn't let the Kyubi get out of control.

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The fight ended with the arrival of the Fourth Hokage and Fugaku of the Evil Eyes. Akira sighed happily before seeing the head of his clan go after Chihiro.

However, the man stood next to his daughter and looked into her eyes with concern.

-Keep him restrained, Chihiro. You are doing it very well. – Akira was on the ground and his leg was broken. But he knew that the leader of his clan would not react like that over something minor. Then he realized his mistake. He hadn't checked Chihiro's Sharingan. But it was a crisis and… He hadn't checked Chihiro's sharingan to see that everything was fine and what level she was at.

But there were more worrying things around him.

- How long will your daughter last, Fugaku?

Fugaku leaned next to Chihiro and whispered words into her hair before kissing her cheek to comfort her.

-One more hour maximum. She is draining very slowly, but she is very tired.

-We will prepare the seal. We have time. – Said the fourth Hokage

After a while and with the kyubi sealed in a newborn baby, everyone relaxed. Until Chihiro-Hime collapsed in her father's arms. Then Akira could see the Sharingan

It was blue

Not the usual red.

It was a blue Sharingan and it was warm. Not the oppressive feeling that was normally associated with the Sharingan. Warm and friendly. Soft and sweet. The kind of blue that told you everything would be okay. Then the Sharingan died and Chihiro-Hime fainted in her father's arms.

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Chihiro Uchiha was asleep on her futon. Or pretending to sleep while she listened to her parents talking in the next room. With them was at least one of the elders. The discussion was worrying because a Sharingan that wasn't red had never been seen before.

Chihiro's Sharingan was light blue

And, more importantly, he had been able to stop the kyubi

Chihiro knew that her plan to lay low, get married, and live comfortably as the wife of a powerful merchant with ties to the Uchiha clan had gone to waste.

She would now marry into one of the clan's most prominent sublines to ensure that babies with the Sharingan were born. Surely they would already be looking for a Jonin to marry her as soon as it was legally possible. Which was twelve years old, according to the village's laws, indecently early in the case of Shinobi. That's why Chihiro had been aiming for a civil marriage that could only happen if she was sixteen or older.

Chihiro Uchiha hadn't always been Chihiro Uchiha. In the past she had been a witch named Harriet Potter. And nothing had surprised Harriet Potter more than after falling asleep after the final battle, she woke up in the body of a baby that had just been born, literally just out of the womb.

Being a baby was a real bore. She although she liked having a twin brother. She dedicated her days to learning things about the world she was in. A military dictatorship where she was expected to become a child soldier, again. Chihiro felt desperate until he heard her mother say that he preferred that she not be a Kunoichi and get married to increase the clan's numbers. Salvation flashed before Chihiro.

If she married a Shinobi of hers, her children would be Shinobi and many would die on the battlefield. But if she married a civilian, her children would be protected.

And now that plan had gone to fry asparagus

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The elders examined her Sharingan, the clan doctors examined her Sharingan, her father examined her Sharingan. They couldn't find anything strange other than the color change. What they didn't know was that she had channeled a Patronus through her eyes to calm the great beast upon seeing the nightmare hell it had been condemned to.

She had warded off nightmares like the patronus used to ward off dementors.

The final decision was that Chihiro's Sharingan had special characteristics. It wasn't that strange. All Sharingan had one special characteristic or another. But Chihiro's were more pronounced. The elders compared it to a drug that gives you a feeling of satisfaction and happiness. The opposite of the normal Sharingan.

A week later Chihiro was dressed in a pretty kimono and the visitor came that Chihiro knew belonged to her future husband. Shisui Uchiha at least was younger than she assumed. And her Sharingan made people obey her orders.

He was a fairly close cousin, but like all clans the Uchiha made the strongest join together to keep the lines strong.

The marriage was set for when Chihiro was thirteen years old, one more year of leeway for her. Chihiro held her baby brother in her arms after changing her clothes and held back her tears. Her mother saw her and hugged her to comfort her.

Her destiny was set in stone and she could only be thankful that her husband was a good person.

Chapter Text

-I have decided to go back to work

Everyone at the table turned to look at Mrs. Weasley who had just finished serving the food.

Harry put the spoon down from the plate and looked around him. The entire Weasleys were in a state of shock, except Mr. Weasley. He was smiling as he looked at his wife. It was pretty obvious to Harry that they had talked about it before.

- Did you work, mom? – Ron was having serious problems swallowing

- Of course! I was working until I got pregnant with Bill. I was pretty good at my job, but I followed the habit of not working again until all the children graduated from Hogwarts. The fact is that my old job has contacted me to ask me to come back.

- Have they contacted you after so long? – Charlie was eating the pumpkin stew.

- Of course they have! – Mr. Weasley smiled happily. -Your mother was one of the best in her ministry department! It was astonishing!

Mrs. Weasley smiled and Harry saw that she was happy. She must have been pretty bored, after her six children were already living her lives. In the last year she had redecorated and painted the Burrow in the muggle way because she got bored.

-That's fantastic, Mrs. Weasley. Where did you work?

-In the Ministry. But I have been told that I have to redo the training course before returning to work. Just to see if I'm ready for work. But I've been training, I'll do well.

Mrs. Weasley's children smiled among themselves. They did not believe that her mother would endure the working world again. Harry, for the shy boy part of him, thought that it would be like a vacation for Mrs. Weasley compared to when she had all the children before Hogwarts.

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Harry thought it was funny that for Auror training they had to wear tracksuits. And the wizards did not know that this was a Muggle garment, in fact, the only half-breed instructor took them aside and told them not to say it.

Apparently this was a secret joke that had been passed down for years at the academy for those born or raised muggles.

-Hello, Harry. Did you sleep well? Are you ready for the day?

-Hello Mrs. Weasley. Yes, I am ready…. – Harry stopped and turned to look at the plump woman who was in a tracksuit next to him. - What are you doing here, Mrs. Weasley?

-I told you I had to go back to training to get my old job, Harry, dear. Did you not hear me? I used to be an auror

Ron looked as if the whole world had collapsed at his feet and Harry thought about how many times Mrs. Weasley had seemed like a tiger to him despite how small she was. The spells she mastered, some that left Hermione stunned. That she had dealt with Fred and George for years and how she managed to keep the house in order with nine people living in it. How Mad-Eye and Tonks always talked to her

He remembered her killing Bellatrix LeStrange in the final battle, an impressive and very well practiced spell combo.

Yes, he wasn't surprised that Mrs. Weasley had been an Auror.

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Harry watched Ron crawl over to the folding bed they would sleep on while they did training. Ron threw himself on the sheets and in seconds he was snoring happily.

Harry hadn't felt it that bad. It wasn't any harder than the typical day with the Dursleys. The surprise had been to see the homely and plump Mrs. Weasley sweeping the floor with all of them without breaking a sweat.

Harry then remembered all the summers with her and how she always seemed to run from one place to another without getting exhausted.

At least the academy would be fun

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Ron looked like he was still alive but really not as they were told that his mother would be his superior officer during his internship. Harry, for his part, imagined it. Within the department, Mrs. Weasley was the only one who did not treat them like war heroes.

Harry tried not to smile.

This would be fun

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Fourteen-year-old James Potter staggered into the train compartment he shared with his friends. He had left a quarter of an hour ago to go see his “Lily Flower” and now he returned as if someone had vandalized the tombs of his family.

-Has Evans' annual rejection gone that badly? -Sirius helped James sit down and he stayed there without speaking.

The marauders looked at each other worriedly.

-James…. What happened? Is Evans dating Snivellus? – Peter spoke in a soft voice as Remus gave James a chocolate bar.

James's lips parted and air came out of them, but he didn't say anything. Then he tried again.

-She has taken an oath to say that she will never accept any romantic proposal from me. Snape was in the compartment and looked so smug.

Everyone looked at each other.

-An oath… has she really made an oath?

-Yeah. The exact words have been. “I, Lily Daisy Evans, swear on my magic and my life that I will never accept any proposal from James Fleamont Potter to start a romantic relationship with James Fleamont Potter. “So I have said it and so I swear.” -James leaned forward and several tears came out of his eyes. – I really liked her, but she had never seriously rejected me. So I thought… I didn't think anyone would use an oath to reject me

The boys comforted James and looked at each other. Snape had most likely convinced Lily that this was the only way to get James to leave her alone. And without telling Lily the true consequences of making such an oath

If Lily ever started or wanted to start a relationship with James, her oath would kill her or leave her as a squib.

-But she said that only if you were the one proposing the relationship, not her. You still have hope. – Peter was the eternal optimist. But James shook his head.

-She has used an oath to reject me. Even if she doesn't know what she is she shouldn't have said those words. I have crawled, begging for a chance to show her my love. And she spat in my face. If she doesn't want a relationship that's fine with me. Screw her, I'm handsome, I'm rich and I'm funny! Any other woman would be happy to have a relationship with me!

- Say yes Prongs!

James sat breathing heavily after his angry outburst.

-What bothers me the most is that she didn't reject my courtship gifts. I even explained what they meant. The books, the classes, the flowers, a dress,…. She took advantage of that, she didn't reject the gifts but she rejected the dates.

-Yeah, that's fucked. I've been telling you for years that Evans takes great advantage of her status as the daughter of a Mugle. She makes me understand my family a little. She rejects outdated customs, she rejects social norms, she rejects festivities and religion. But she's fine with the flying broomsticks, the magic castle, and the fairytale alley. Even for a magician who doesn't follow traditions like me, it's insulting how he behaves.

Remus and Peter nodded in agreement as they cheered James on.

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Gossip at Hogwarts spread like crazy when they saw the coldness with which James Potter treated the woman who until then possessed the young man's heart. Of course it took less than half a day for the most gossipy people at Hogwarts to find out the reason.

And that gossip burned down Hogwarts so quickly.

Miss Lily Evans, a Mudblood who did not even try to become a New Blood, had rejected the Heir of the most noble and ancient House of Potter by means of an oath. A bloody oath

The traditionalists were dumbfounded, everyone of magical upbringing was. The Potters didn't have blood in their veins, they had liquid honor. If Miss Evans hadn't continued with her half-hearted rejections the Potter heir would have retired. As it should. But they had all seen Miss Evans' half-hearted rejections and thought she was just being difficult. Especially since several ladies approached her to explain the ins and outs of a courtship.

A rejection would have been good. But it was a bloody oath to proclaim how intolerable she found the Potter heir. Even worse, she had been taking advantage of the young man's displays of affection. That greatly reduced Lily Evans' popularity.

On the other hand, James Potter's had gone up. Most of the Hogwarts ladies had given up when they saw the Heir who had fallen in love at first sight. But James Potter could no longer have any relationship with Evans which meant that the rich and handsome heir was available.

James quickly encountered the very polite proposals of ladies and ladies to go on a date. James initially refused, thinking about Lily, but then he remembered the oath and agreed to several of the dates.

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Lily was surprised

In her first years at Hogwarts she had received unwanted attention from that brat James Potter, but after taking an oath he had left her alone. But not only him, many boys who were after her had also distanced themselves from her.

Alice had explained to Lily that it was because of her oath. But Lily didn't understand.

She did not know that the oath was something so serious among the oldest families and that by doing so she had openly slighted a very beloved heir. Until now Lily Potter was seen as a powerful and beautiful woman. Now she was a rude woman who insulted the noblest house of all.

But for Lily the strangest thing was that James seemed to have matured and grown in those years. He continued teasing everyone about her, but they didn't bother her as much anymore. And he was still funny and arrogant, but much calmer and mature

Lily tried to get James' attention in various ways, but James never took notice, so he decided to go on the offensive.

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James waved goodbye to his girlfriend of six months. Although they had previously had a courtship for almost nine months before the lady in question accepted an exclusive relationship. Anna was almost two years younger than him and the daughter of a middle-class Thoroughbred family of Potionists. Anna herself had a talent for creating prank potions, as Sirius and Remus could attest, as Anna teamed up with Peter to play pranks on the Marauders.

-James…

James turned to look at Lily. A part of him was still captivated by the girl's beauty, just as she had been when she was eleven and fell in love at first sight with the fiery beauty. Her flower with emerald eyes

But there is one very bad thing about damaging a teenager's pride. A resentment that had been born from an oath of rejection and that had planted a thorn in the young man's love for the beautiful girl. The wound had not healed, it had become infected and oozing. James Potter now frowned upon Lily Evans remembering all the classes she accepted, how he helped her through transformations and how she accepted courtship gifts from her.

- What do you want, Evans?

Lily visibly flinched at James' tone. It wasn't because he had been harsh or cruel, just indifferent, unlike the happy puppy he was in his first years of school.

-I was wondering if you would like to come with me to Hogsmade next...

-I have an appointment. – James cut off his words with a rudeness that would make his mother scold him. – And I will never accept a date with you

The young woman's eyes filled with tears.

- Why not? Before you were eager for me to give you a date.

-Evans, I'm a Potter. The most noble and honorable of all houses. When I asked you out you never gave me a firm rejection, Evans, that's why I kept insisting. But you took that oath. I don't know how non-magicals take oaths, but for magicians they are very important. – James looked at her coldly. – Your oath is not only an insult to me, it is an insult to the honorable house of Potter. I seem to remember Alice telling you that you weren't rejecting me properly because you accepted my courtship gifts but refused dates. If you had wanted me not to invite you again, you would have had to reject both, but by not doing so you gave me hope.

Lily looked at James as he bit his lip.

-But I made that oath when I was very young, it shouldn't count.

-Evans, you swore by your magic and your life. That oath is eternal and unbreakable. Plus, I already have a girlfriend. I have no desire to ever return to a humiliating relationship with you in which I am mistreated by constantly trying to win your affection.

James Potter turned and walked away. Never seeing Lily Evans again

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A meeting with the clan heads was something very unusual in Konoha. Especially since the Hokage's advisors were there and no one seemed to know what they were all doing together. Two years had passed since the Kyubi attacked and the reconstructions had finished, but Konoha was far from its past glory.

The Hokage walked in smiling in a way that made everyone cringe. It was a too happy smile.

-Good morning, a beautiful morning

Everyone looked at each other with distrust and the Hokage did not diminish his smile.

-I have called you all here because a new clan wants to join Konoha

Everyone relaxed. A new clan was a good thing. But, by law, all clans had to vote whether the clan was admitted or not. However, the entry of a new clan could be dangerous. They could be spies who entered the village to steal or spy.

-What information do we have about the new clan? Where do they come from?

No one was surprised that Fugaku Uchiha was the first to speak. As in charge of Konoha's internal security, he was the most affected by the arrival of a new clan.

-So far I have only spoken with two representatives of the clan. But apparently they come from an island far from the Elemental Countries. They fled because of a war that was happening in their land. One of the representatives had clear signs of torture

Everyone took a deep breath. Fleeing a war was a great reason to move villages.

-From what I know, they are experts in medicines and the art of sealing. And most importantly, they bring a kekkei genkai to the village. Well, to be fair, it's more than one.

That caused more of a stir. A new kekkei genkai was something extraordinary. Every village would kill for a new bloodline with special abilities.

-What do you mean by more than one kekkei genkai? - Tsume Inuzuka had just gotten divorced and was there with her son on his lap

-It turns out that in your homeland there is a kekkei genkai that everyone has that is called “secondary gender”. That means that apart from being men or women, they can be Alphas, Betas or Omegas. Apparently that determines how strong they are because Alphas are physically and mentally superior and Betas are considered normal members of society.

- And the Omegas? – Everyone looked at Shikaku Nara who asked the question lazily.

-Omegas are considered sacred because only one is born in every thousand children. And, thanks to this kekkei genkai, everyone can get pregnant and give birth. Men and women. And apparently women can develop a penis that would allow them to get their partner pregnant if they are not Omegas

Everyone was shocked but many eyes shone calculatingly. It was difficult to find women capable of marrying a Jonin or Anbu. But if that bloodline spread throughout the village then everyone would be able to find partners more easily. It wasn't something widely talked about, but many Jonin were gay men who didn't care about having offspring.

With that bloodline it would be easier for high-level shinobi to have children.

-And the other bloodline? – The war hawk was the one who spoke while he kept his bandaged arm in a sling

-That is the specific line of the Potter clan. It is called “blood adoption.” I don't know many details, but apparently it allows an individual or “child” to permanently acquire the characteristics of another clan by modifying their genes to include the blood of the “father” or “mother.” You could literally revive an entire clan in a single day with that kekkei genkai.

Everyone's eyes went to the empty seat of the Senju family, the Uzumaki and the Hatake. Three clans on the brink of extinction that could be saved in hours thanks to the kekkei genkai of a fourth clan. Everyone's eyes began to shine thinking of the possibilities. A few shuddered, that ability was what Orochimaru had been trying to achieve before being banished.

-And what about the kekkei genkai of the “fathers” lines? Would the “children” have the gifts of bloodlines? – The one who spoke was the head of the Hyuga clan. His clan protected their kekkei genkai with great zeal and extreme measures. A clan that could make children that way would endanger the entire internal structure of their family.

-According to what I have been told, only if they are children under the age of eleven will they be able to develop the kekkei genkai of their “parents.” But the children of those adopted would inherit the kekkei genkai. Also their appearance will change based on the “parents”. And if they are under five years old, they are guaranteed to obtain the kekkei genkai from their “parents.”

-If that's true we could have all orphans under five being mokuton users, or having white chakra, or the gigantic chakra reserves of the Uzumaki and their chains! – The one who spoke was Choza Akimichi. He was clearly amazed and ecstatic. - Can all members of the Potter clan do that?

-No, only the Hime-sama and current leader of the clan can use the kekkei genkai. The last one left of the main line. She is the only one who can use the ability.

-So, if we want the girl we have to accept the entire clan. – Everyone looked at Councilor Danzo. - How many are there?

-Forty-three. The majority are women and less than fifteen are men. They are also, for the most part, under twenty years old. Hime-sama herself is under eighteen years old. And, something else, she is an Omega

Everyone remained silent, reflecting on the pros and cons of accepting the clan in Konoha.

- What will be the clan's dowry if we decide to accept them?

-Enough to build another entire village and run it for sixty years without outside help. – The old man filled the pipe with tobacco and lit it again. The councilors and civilian clansmen were obviously delighted by that. Taxes had increased due to reconstruction, but with that dowry they would go down

Shikaku looked at the man.

-You didn't explain to us why Omegas are considered sacred to your people, Hokage-sama. I think we should know before making the decision.

The man smiled at one of his greatest allies. And the man he had chosen for the next part of the Potter clan joining Konoha.

-Omegas are considered sacred because Omegas are the most fertile of the three secondary genders. An Omega goes into a period of heat twice a year for a few days and if the Omega has sexual relations during that time, pregnancy is guaranteed. And Omegas usually give birth to two or three children at a time. There is also the fact that Omegas are the calming gender. I don't understand it very well, but Omegas have pheromones and with them they can manipulate people. Make them feel the sadness they experience, the anger, the calm and the happiness, also their lust. And, apparently, Omegas are incredibly maternal and naturally care for children and the people around them. If you are under the care of an Omega they will make sure you are okay. – The Hokage smiled. – Apparently an Omega will be the heart and pillar of a home. The centerpiece of everything. That is why they are sacred to their people. They usually make them marry clan leaders or Alphas.

The clan leaders began to talk among themselves and the Hokage raised his hand.

-The Hime-sama of the Potter clan has offered her hand in marriage to the leader of a Konoha clan or a chosen man as a sign of goodwill towards the village if we are willing to accept her clan.

The vote was really short. And then came the long, long discussion about who would marry the Hime-sama of the Potter clan.

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While that was happening, in a small camp near Konoha the Hime-sama that was being discussed saw her godfather, her godmother, fleeing from the spells of her potions teacher.

It was Sirius' fault, really. She had been mistaken for a rune and everyone had ended up with the opposite gender. From men to women and vice versa. Fortunately the secondary genres had not changed.

It was a rune array with over four hundred interconnected runes and Sirius had only gotten one wrong. Most accepted it and tried to get used to breasts and cocks, but not Severus Snape. He wouldn't accept it

The strangest thing was that there was a relationship between how big your cock was and how big your breasts became when you changed gender. Which explained Harry's E cup and Draco's AA cup.

The twins had corroborated by saying that they had seen Harry's cock in the locker room showers and that it was that big.

They had all come together before and during the war over their growing hatred of the wizarding world and its management. And when Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead and revealed his master's plan... Well, it had been the final nail in the coffin for many

The Forty-Three had refused Dumbledore's plans for after the war and had already promised to go to the Elemental Nations, a place they knew only thanks to the books in Black's library.

The entire Weasleys had decided to go, Remus, Sirius, Professor McGonagal, Hermione and her parents, Fleur, Gabrielle, Viktor, Neville and her grandmother, along with several others, including Madame Malkin who was trying hard to make new clothes. for everyone since now they couldn't wear their old clothes

Harry approached Draco and saw how he made a disgusted gesture towards his godfather who was getting creative with the spells.

- What's wrong, blonde beauty?

-My parents are rediscovering their marriage again. – Draco grimaced. If anyone was enjoying the sex change it was the Malfoys. They were rediscovering their relationship and exploring their new bodies with surprising passion and dedication.

-Poor. Do you want to dinner with me tonight?

-OK

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That night the Potter clan had a meeting in the dining tent while Harry spread a scroll before them.

-This is an initial document in which the Potter clan is given permission to be part of Konoha with a trial period of one year. We will be allowed to send representatives to choose the clan compound that we can buy. I thought it best to send Lucius, Narcissa and Sirius

The people agreed, Lucius was a businesswoman and could evaluate the price of properties well. Narcisa had good taste and he would choose well. And she had to take Sirius out of the camp to prevent Severus from attacking her again.

-And another thing, we have to get used to speaking in Japanese from now on. And we should also start using the opposite gender versions of our names. – Harry smiled. – From now on I am Potter Harriet.

The people began to talk among themselves and Sirina approached Harriet

- What happened to your hand in marriage?

-I will marry the leader of the Nara clan in three months. He already has an heir, so all children born will be Potters.

Sirina took the letter

-The Nara clan does not have a Kekkei genkai other than their shadow manipulation, but they are not the only clan with that power, which is why they have chosen it. Plus, they are intelligent and will surely be spying on you the entire time you are there. – Sirina smiled with her experienced joker's smile. Harriet didn't want to know what she was thinking. - We will look for a venue very close to the Nara's

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Shikaku looked at the Hokage as he prepared for the meeting with his future wife. He just hoped this marriage would be better than the last one. He and Yoshino had hated each other from day one and she had divorced him as soon as she weaned Shikamaru. She had returned to his family and was planning her second wedding to a man from her birth clan.

SHe hadn't even visited Shikamaru since the day she left.

Shikaku was undemanding. All he needed was one night of sex once a week, three hot meals daily and a comfortable bed. Even the woman he was going to marry could provide that.

- Nervous about the meeting?

-No, I do this for the village.

The door rang and they both stood up. Three women and a man entered. The man had very light blonde streaks in his dark brown hair. He was tall and with features so marked that they could only come from consanguinity.

Next to him was a woman who was obviously part of the man's closest family wearing a shirt, pants, a vest and a jacket, but with the shirt open enough to show a generous cleavage although her breasts were normal. Her curly black hair passed past her shoulders and her gray eyes glared at Shikaku.

Next to the man was a tall woman with small breasts and dressed in a strange long dress. Her blonde hair was as pale as a Yamanaka's, but, like the other two, her features spoke of inbreeding. She was beautiful and cold

Actually for the two men it was the third woman who caught their gaze and the one who Shikaku assumed was his future wife.

She was the youngest and had a bigger chest than Tsunade, Shikaku made a mental note to keep an eye on Jiraiya. She was wearing a tight-fitting black t-shirt with sleeves that reached just below her elbows and a crew neck. Her white skirt was cinched around her waist by a red belt and reached halfway down her lower legs. She also wore shiny black shoes. Around her neck was a thick, wide black leather collar. Her hair was up in a complicated bun and she was wearing excellent makeup. And she looked uncomfortable as hell.

Shikaku could recognize in her posture and gesture someone who would prefer to be in more comfortable clothes, with a washed face and without playing political games. It was the same expression he had, without a doubt.

-Well, let's start