Le départ

2.7.1991      ~ Wednesday 3:33 am ~      -Privet drive, surrey-

I wrote the last line in my journal before closing it and moving to put it in my bag which had been neatly placed next to me as to keep it away from harms way or my sisters sticky fingers. She's making sure nobody can take any of her stuff.

She did still cling to everything that was small, soft and could be cuddled, but somehow her sleeping self knew when something was breathing and something was not, because she did not let go of breathing ones.

Furthermore i would be needing to get going already as time passed alarmingly fast when i spent it with #####.

It was late at night –specifically 3:55 am– and i would have to ready myself to teleport out of the cubpoard and to the ladys house which i had made into a home for me, although i still needed to be at the orphanage most of my summer.

Which was an annoyance to complete. Still important.

But the exciting news were that the lady had started to lightly prod at the control i had on her again and i let her do it too, as it was entertaining to watch her struggle to understand why i didn't let her free.

When she only wanted to raise me as if her own child along with letting me do my own thing, but i could not do that as then she could tell someone that magic was real. You nearly give me whiplash from these chances in thinking!

But i did let her poke around, so maybe the lady didn't want to tell anyone, although she wanted to get a lover she could try to raise me with.

I have a huge feeling My need for control really had started to drop now that i was going to let my sister find me, perhaps my subconsciousness already knew that it would be my favourite day for the next eternity and even further.

As ##### was my only reason for thinking, living and being on this plane of existence for this long, if i had not found her i would be long dead by now. You're weird.

Without realising i was forgetting my previous task of leaving, My hand moved on itself to run through my sisters hair and i watched on with tired eyes as my hand seemed to flex with a life of its own as if telling me to not let go.

I sigh left me quietly as i removed it gently despite the squeeze it desperately wanted to give, then shifted us around so she wouldn't hit the floor when i disappeared, she let out a noise of complaint and i froze.

She grumbled as if a gorilla as well as turning around in her sleep, pulling her destroyed planket tighter around herself and then taking a deep breath before stopping.

The heart inside the chest that was mine was squeezing –not thumping– in want as i tried relaxing the body from the panic that had shot through it just seconds ago.

And when the heart was in control –i never really did get over it when she moved–, i finally concentrated my mind on appearing in the ladys house, in the living room where i could sit down right away if i wanted to.

Because even i knew that, that much adrenaline pumping through the body i resided in, was not healthy at all as the body was still young in age and growing.

Hence the moment i opened my eyes there was a bright light on, a fire crackling sweetly somewhere to my left and the sound of a door opening somewhere in the background.

The light shut off the moment i shut my eyes and i blinked them open again to readjust to the darker light that only the fire provided in the room.

I was so grateful that my magic understood me so well already, it had to be led to an answer last christmas and now it took only a little shift in body language for it to do something. Look at that all these emotions!... NONEXISTENT!

My magic had adjusted well to its growth in power and understanding, as it had been too reliant on me since birth and now it only needed a slight chance of being and it would respond to me like an obedient jaguar.

Everything was just becoming so amusing and interesting to see, as if reaching upper lengths didn't mean i had to change alongside the lengths. But you areee~ because you're a powerful power hungry possessive emotionless person who is good at everything!

I turned around with an empty look as the kitchen was behind me and then started walking towards the sound of someone cooking in it.

This body needed more food than i thought, my mind had came to that conclusion when i was at Hogwarts and i had seen the state this body was in through a mirror in the bathroom.

Although I wanted to keep my eyes away from mirrors, it had been a great idea to look at myself in a long time even though what i saw did not please me as far as i had wished.

The body was not used to eating like i was, even if it had been given the same treatment for its whole life.

Because the body had slightly sunken cheeks which was easily covered by the child fat they had, the ribs could be felt if someone hugged me and that was all covered by clothes i wore, and even if someone asked why i was so skinny, i could say genetics.

But that could be said only so much until someone started investigating my history further than to who i was at the moment. Never ask for my help with diet, i would only eat when someone told me to.

Short description is; I had a gaunt looking face with eye bags you could see in a different lighting, i was skinny and shorter than my classmates and i looked frail.

I did not like any of that therefore i questioned the lady on healthy eating habits for a person my age and she gave me undesirable answers which i heeded to slightly.

That is what led to me eating more fruits at random points in day and taking one potato more to eat, it had been the right choice as i had grown a little since and the body had gathered more weight with energy to burn.

And my magic seemed to respond stronger too, but i couldn't be sure of that as it had always been the same way. It's as if you won't admit to an answer you knew before someone outright told to your face.

I shook off the unnecessary thoughts as i entered the kitchen on quiet steps and as i made my way to see what the lady was cooking took the plate with fruit slices from the corner of the table swiftly. Ohhh, is that banana?

Munching on a slice i put the plate down onto the counter to tip toe to see what she was making, then i realised that i had just been bored of being still and came up with a task to complete, even if i knew that the lady was cooking pasta carbonara from the smell.

My favourite kind of pasta too, the pasta my mother would only cook, the same pasta i could never taste again... Fuck! Not the depressing thoughts again!

Maybe i was just hungry and didn't want to admit to it. Hah! You literally just answered my previous question!

I took the plate from the counter into my hands again and left the room munching all the while. ...I really wish i could eat.

7.7.1991    ~ Monday 2:15 pm ~      -Store nearby-

I had been waiting for this day forever and it was finally happening, even if a store for our 'second' meeting was not what i wished for, but alas it happened to be the most likeable place we would meet at.

So here i was, striding on quiet feet through the aisles looking at a grocery list with a basket swinging back and forth next to me. I'very been running through the jung– No.

Trying to sense where ##### was with my magic, it was not helping me at all and i was thinking that maybe she already left?

Then i turned left absurdly walking straight at her, making both of us stumble backwards with different kinds of noises leaving us, our groceries making different juggling noises in our baskets before my magic made me slip on nothing resulting with me falling onto my arse with a fake yelp as well as my shoppings flying everywhere.

It was as if everything froze as We both just stopped and stared with wide eyes blinking one after the other.

Her lips curled inwards and twitched as she tried to keep from laughing at our predicament, i had no qualms to keep quiet as i wanted to hear her laugh and see her smile.

I wanted to know if she still turned red in the face, see if her teeth showed as she smiled brightly, if she howled, chortled and cackled as loudly, i wanted to know so badly if she had changed that much.

I stretched my lips into a wide grin that twitched as if keeping from laughing or showing teeth because somewhy they never did show when i smiled and she broke into hysterics seeing it on my face. Maybe she recognised it?

It didn't take long before she had put her basket down and was on her knees trembling and covering her mouth as she cackled in the same crazy way my sister had always laughed when she found something absolutely hilarious. You both are crazy!

I giggled breathlessly along with her staring at any tells of her face, my eyes wetting up from hilarity, because they always got wet when i laughed in any way and i always sounded like i was crying instead of laughing.

Our laughter stopped soon and we were breathing heavily, but then our eyes had to lock together making more giggles bubble out of us silently as she tried to evade eye contact.

But all my attention was on her, how her eyes were bright with mirth, how her smile was a bit too wide to feel safe, how she looked tall without even trying, how she seemed to light up with light when i laughed along her, how her happiness seemed to brighten the room tremendously.

Harrietta Potter had to be my sister, there could be no other explanations for the similarities– the sameness she shared with my sister and how she stood, walked, interacted with others and seemed to breathe innocence like my sister, no matter how old she was.

It would be cruel if the world created a person just like my sister and then made her be someone else, such a crime would be punished by my own hands.

And as my words were law, so were my punishments.  You really love her, don't you?

I recovered before her and got up to gather my groceries in the basket giving my sister the time she needed to get herself together from not breaking into uncontrollable laughter.

She didn't need as long as i had initially thought as she had got up and was holding out my grocery list to me with a smile on her lips along with energy bubbling in her eyes.

I took the paper from her hand immediately and got ready to start the conversation like any child would.

She beat me to it. Like a queen!

"Sorry for running at you," ##### began, "i wasn't really watching where i was going." She scratched the back of her head with an apologetic smile as she offered her other hand towards me. She's more boyish Than you!

It was more of an instinct when i took it and she shook it for us.

"I'm Harrietta Potter, nice to meet you!" She introduced herself brightly.

I had frozen when she had spoken as she sounded so alike to #####, but then i shook off my shock and offered a grin, because she was #####. I'm not so sure, yet.

"No worries," I said reassuringly, "I am to blame, i had been running through aisles as i do not like being in stores." I took the blame on me easily as it was my time to shake her hand.

"You may know me as Elleksar Kendall, my pleasure to get to know you." I introduced myself to her and she blinked in astonishment at me as i let go of her hand. You're acting like a princess! Of course she's astonished!

"Do you always speak so long?" She asked quite rudely as she tilted her head bird style, "You're starting to remind me of someone i know." She pondered as she squinted at me in suspicion.

"I always have and will," i answered the first question, "I hope the person was quite pleasant as i want to make a great first impression." I inquired with a smirk as to look arrogant.

"She was." ##### said, her smile turning down and eyes going dim, not really seeing my smug expression "but still a loveable posh bastard." She seemed to brighten at her insult. Okayyyy, i like her.

As this all happened before my eyes, i had gone through panic and giddiness, not caring a little for her insulting me.

"Greatness must convey of her as art alike i!" I said smugly like any kid would and completely prushed her insult off, "I would not once wish to disturb her art with the likes of mine." She seemed to find my words hilarious as i had just made her upset. How she understood that? I don't know! You've been very talkative today, haven't you? Why don't you shut up?

"But my need to get out of this barbaric place has reached its limits, so i must make my way out now." I told her, trying to walk past her to run towards the cashier, because the doubt had been placed.

Before i could disappear on her, She wrapped her hand around my wrist before i could bolt and i stopped, giving her a confused look. Oh, i know that look.

She didn't let go of me, instead of that, she gave a cruel smirk before leading us towards the cashier walking slowly all the while, starting a conversation between us.

If i could have, i would have gripped her hand so tight i left behind a red hand print, but i couldn't, so i let her keep a tight hold on my wrist as we took one slow step at a time while she talked. She should have planned for something else as you like this.

I got to know that her favourite colour was still green, she still liked strawberry ice cream, she still liked all kinds of sweets, she still liked all kinds of animals, even if her favourites were dogs and snakes and she was planning on cutting her hair short as it was a mess with how long it was.

And the more she talked to me, the more i was sure she was my sister, so i planted the seeds by telling her about myself along with her.

By the time we reached the Dursleys house, i knew that she was #####, because she slipped and told me about having two cats and a dog at her mothers house before tears started glistening in her eyes.

I had panicked at that point and started going on poetically about how strange a coincidence that was, as i, too had had a dog and two cats at my mothers house and three dogs at my fathers.

Her tears had blinked out of existence as she positively stared at me as i went on to lie horribly about them dying and i was an orphan Because i did not believe them dead, because she really couldn't take a hint.

And before anything could turn awkward, i started arrogantly going on about cats being superior to dogs and left with a wave entering the ladys house hastily. Wow, you're as bad at this as i am.

... Everything had gone horrible as i still had no idea how to comfort others as well as leaving ##### behind to deal with the possibility of me being her sister reborn.

But she would figure it out in no time as i had quite literally told to her face, that i had a sister and didn't know where she was as she was adopted before me for being a girl.

Or then for the fact that i had started poking her out of no where without even realising it before she pointed it out to me that i was poking her palm with my fingers as i listened to her speak, or the fact that i was acting exactly the same as in the past.

Like a posh bastard that knew everything while you knew nothing, while making it seem like i knew nothing but still knowing everything if you asked.

So a Walking, talking riddle you couldn't figure out.

21.7.1991    ~ Tuesday 8:35 pm ~     -Orphanage of misery-

I had put up a schedule of sorts for me and ##### as she had figured i don't hate her like almost everyone else in privet drive does as well as i did not say no to her when she came to ask for me.

Even if sometimes i was at the orphanage and had to let the lady tell her i would be at her exs' house as they had shared custody, which was a lie, she knew as i had told Harrietta to her face i was an orphan.

She would come early in the morning, knocking on the door about to ask for me, but i would always be the one to open the door and she would ask if i wanted to go out to play.

I'd politely decline and ask her to come in for breakfast i made, so we could eat something simple before going out to do something, sometimes playing and sometimes just walking around along with conversations. Either she was your sister or she's a person who was reborn as well. She is my sister, you bitch of a voice.

Then when we got tired of being outside, we would go back to the ladys house where there would be food ready for us and she would try to initiate a play time with board games which would be turned down by me, but ##### would agree to it most of the time.

As either she didn't want to go back out or she had no idea what to do outside, because someone would try to follow us and embarrass her as to scare me off or we'd get bored and would just sit in awkward silence.

And when it was time to go back to the Dursleys, she would look at the clock, let out a fake gasp and say how late it was before leaving the house unhappy to return to the Dursleys.

I would ask if she wanted to spend the night, she would decline but not mean it and then i would appear in the cupboard when she was asleep.

So not a huge schedule to keep up, but an important one for trust to grow between us and for ##### to finally accept the truth of me being her sister.

Even if she somewhy did not want to accept it and pretended i was just a replacement for the loneliness she was experiencing, she couldn't ignore it if i told her, i had been in a car accident before i ended up in the orphanage with my sister.

Therefore she would have to accept it along with all i have figured out about this world, so i could finally not keep her in the dark anymore. Like a bastard.

21.7.1991      ~ Tuesday 8:40 pm ~      -Privet drive, surrey-

Harrietta Potter had known where she was the moment she was born and it was all 'cause of the pain she had experienced and the words that she heard first.

It had been the most horrific day to be alive.

##### woke up to pain unimaginable.

It was as if her head was being crushed in every direction by the strength of multiple elephants and she could feel her head molding along like clay as to keep her head from not being destroyed.

And she couldn't breathe, everything was slimy and gross like mud, and she was being pushed through the opening.

##### would have tried struggling to stay inside, but she was being forcefully pushed out as if it was her punishment for existing without a reason.

Her head was outside after an eternity that could have been a couple of seconds, still the first thing she did was wail, and loudly.

It didn't take much more pushing for her to be outside of her disgusting cage and for someone to clean her up almost immediately after cutting the cord connecting her to the woman.

All the noise that her ears heard was loud and migraine starting, all she could see was blurry mess when she opened her eyes and it hurt.

If anything, everything hurt at the moment, her head was pursting with pain, her frail body was small and cold from being inside another body for the last nine months and her eyes were shut tight because of the bright lights that were on.

##### was put into a baby blanket thing and rolled like a burrito to keep her from struggling with her new uncoordinating limps that almost refused to stop moving along her distress.

Even though she wasn't trying to move them at all, it was as if her body had a mind of its own to try and keep her distress in check.

Her own body was fighting her wants, which were silence along with answers as to why she was a baby all over again.

##### could feel it when she was passed from one person to another, although it did not stop her from remembering along with realising what had happened and making her sob even louder.

She didn't care that everyone in the room was quiet as she wailed for all she was worth and only got silent when her little body was running out of energy and tears she could shed.

Why were they being so silent? Had someone died as she was born?

Then someone purst into the room, the door slamming against the wall, hinges squeaking as if already expecting this to happen and screaming in breathless anguish.

"I missed it!" The man ran over to them, falling –from what ##### could hear– to his knees as he wheezed in breaths.

People did not appreciate this.

"You can't just run in like that!" The voice came from further away in the room and it sounded astonished at the mans sudden appearance.

Someone got up making a chair pull at the floor along with a shout of "Where were you, Prongs?!" A man who sounded young. And familiar.

She was shifted a little and There was a smack sound above her as a woman shouted with relief in her voice "Nobody heard of you in hours!" But anger too.

"You missed the naming process!" The same man from before shouted again and this was the only thing that seemed to shock the man who was my current father.

"What?!" 'Prongs' screamed like a teenage girl, "No!" He continued mournfully going lax against the bed with whines of the likes of pigs.

Nobody consoled him as he mourned for nothing, even i had no idea what this 'Naming process' was, if something babies were babticed, if she remembered the word correctly.

They let 'Prongs' whine for a little longer before the woman who was holding me said;

"Not really." In an unapologetic voice, ##### had raised a fist and let it drop against the woman in appreciation as the man had stopped moaning his woes.

She hadn't realised her hands were freed, so she just layed there, listening to these unknown people speak.

The woman petted my back to tell me she felt me and a name came from her lips making something lock into place inside #####.

"Harrietta Lily Potter"

There was silence for a second or two before everyone was cheering as if coming up with a name was an amazing thing, but all that was on Harriettas mind was;

Harrietta was in Harry Potter, she remembered nothing about Harry Potter expect that his parents were dead, there was a three headed dog, a two faced man, a stone, horses that fly, time travel, a deer, a phoenix, speaking snakes, a werewolf, a moving tree, red heads, snow globes, Professor Harry, pink teacher and that Draco Malfoy was hot. And that Harry was a boy, not a girl.

... Hm.. She was not going to survive.

Harrietta was not happy about being cooed over and handed over to almost everyone to stare at in awe like she was a miracle born, maybe she was, but that did not mean she had the energy to spare.

She had been handed to her father only because her mother was exhausted from giving birth, but her father did not know how to hold a baby so she had been handed to the man who had shouted at 'Prongs'.

The man knew how to hold a baby, that didn't help that he was still an energetic man, so she was handed to a woman who had been the first to hold her.

She had no knowledge how long had passed when people started leaving, but she had been sneaked away by James and Sirius –people shouted at them alot– to a room that looked like a summoning ring for the devil.

She hoped they didn't sacrifice her.

Harrietta was put down onto some kind of altar before the two men picked up white chalks and started writing(?) on the floor and walls with them, the chalk started glowing in two different colours when the two started chanting like in movies.

The bright lilac glowing came from the chalk writing James did and the black that seemed to suck everything into it came from the ones Sirius wrote.

The two colours grew in size the longer the two went on until they sliced open their palms, raised their hands over Harrietta and let their blood drip onto her.

Blood poured out of Sirius' palm like it wanted to consume Her, but James' was coming out in drips as if letting Sirius have more of her, this all felt disgusting on her skin, but the colours seemed to become more powerful as it happened.

Then the colours stopped swirling around the room, focused all on her and came right at her.

Holy shit they were so going to sacrifice her.

Before Harrietta could do anything, she felt it when the blood that was dropped on her, sunk through her skin painlessly even if it felt tingly and the colours sunk in along with the blood.

James and Sirius then carefully cut her both palms open, the blood didn't pool down as she thought, no, it started floating up into the air and the men began chanting again.

Harriettas blood made a structure she didn't understand and the blood that had pooled around her from Sirius' and James' cuts came to mingle with her blood.

The mixed blood made a huge structure of something, it resembled a raven with broken wings that still, somehow could fly with them, the structure focused its ancient gaze on her as if assessing her worth, then it chose and sunk in through her palms.

Then it began healing the cuts as it dispersed into her skin and blood, left behind a gift every Black had in their mind and then changed her whole being to match what her parents wanted.

As it all ended Harrietta felt energised, tired, sated, powerful and ready.

Ready for what? She didn't know, but ready she was.

Then she fell asleep.

Harrietta had been with the Potters for a couple of months and she could say they were not ready to be parents, but they made up for that with their readiness to learn.

And they have magic, so that's a huge plus.

She had also figured out that All of the adults had come up with a silent schedule.

James or Sirius would cook breakfast, which one of them was awake first, then Harrietta would finally make it clear she was awake as no one ever checked so and Lily would look if her diaper was empty or not.

Then the groggy people would eat, get ready for the day, check the wards and play with her as if she was the one bored when it was clearly the adults.

She still had no idea why Sirius was living with them, but it was bloody convenient for when Lily needed space and James was somewhere else for the order doing something.

Along with trying to figure out if the men in the house were clear in their heads, as Harrietta had seen a lot of disturbing codebendency, possessiveness and promises of a future together.

Harrietta had also found out that this world had a huge amount of differences to the original harry verse, here were some of them;

Magic, culture and every persons heritage, like how Sirius was French, 'Moony' was Welsh, James was something with darker skin colour and Lily was a person of great intelligence.

She could have done with being.. Uh– Normal?

Or– well– Harrietta was normal, she just could have done with being a muggle.

Not that she didn't like the family she had, which meant she wouldn't complain like she would have before and she had kind of hijacked their daughters body, so it was only fair.

The Magic thing was a thing of its own, like how Lilys hair would go crazy when she was mad, how her magic would crack along her surprise and how lights would appear when she was happy.

Sirius' magic would groan in a scary way when he was feeling ferocious, how his magic would make noises over showfulness, with over powering darkness looming over you trying to be comforting, but failing in every way, but she responded like his magic expected, with giggled and smiles.

James' magic was the most comforting one with its warm preezes of air surrounding you in a hug, James' magic responded in many ways, be it lights, sounds or touches of comfort.

(She had also figured out that these displays of magic went unseen by everyone else, expect if it was accidental magic, which was what it usually was.

Because they did not Hear the whispers of Sirius'  magic, they did not realise James' magic was so alive and the warmth they felt around him was magic and not just their feelings, as well as they did not see the many sparks Lily made with any emotion involved.

It was as if Harrietta had some kind of magic shight.)

She had a feeling the only thing keeping these people together was James and his magic, personality and overwhelming love for every single one of his people, he reminded Harrietta of her sister. A lot.

With how he was so smug about small things, how he could hide his feelings with a blink and how he lied so badly when he had no reason to be lying, but could lie like an expert manipulator if it gave him an advantage.

But they were so different too.

With how James flaunted himself with confidence and ####### hid behind others to get attention off of her, how James walked around back straight, friendliness coming off of him like a second skin and ####### hunched in on herself, danger coming off of her like a screaming tornado.

James gave his love to everyone expecting nothing in return.

####### only cared deeply for others when she had nothing else to do, or then she wanted to keep something same and normal.

James was a person with hurling feelings for everything.

####### was a person with no feelings for others but herself.

Harriettas father was a complex man who was more human than monster.

Harriettas sister was a complex person who was more monster than human.

They had similarities, she could see that, but they had more differences she could see... And it was a thing she was used to already.

James and ####### may declare their devotion and love in a similar way, though their meanings always will and would mean something else, she knew her sister better than others could ever know her.

James telling her she was cute meant he saw her the same way he saw everyone else he cared deeply for, like a person that wasn't replaceable, a person he would care for his while life, a person he gave love.

####### telling her she was cute meant she saw her as something more than a thing she could dismiss, something she would look into the eyes and tell how she saw Harrietta as, like an equal she could challenge with no consequences.

As if she expected Harrietta to be great and be able to follow her every step, but when she stumpled to do so? It meant she was a thing she could forget about, a thing she didn't care about, a thing that was hers, but for the moment unimportant.

And when Harrietta tried to replace her? She was reminded why she didn't want to, because then she was another thing in #######s eyes she didn't need to have, a thing that was replaceable.

Harrietta did not want to be replaced, she wanted to be all her sister had eyes for, she didn't want to be an invisible thing to her blood, to her sister, to the person she had known for her whole life.

####### was hers as much as Harrietta was hers, but sometimes ####### would forget that and act like a monster, those moment were scarce but still happened.

(She didn't mention how when ####### forgot that Harrietta was hers, she wouldn't care a single bit if she died, wouldn't care if she herself died, wouldn't care if she killed, wouldn't care for cute things, would forget that she needed to act human to be seen as human, if even her trying to act human didn't make thing that much better.

Harriettas sister was a heartless person, but she could mimic feelings if she knew them;

If she found something hilarious she would laugh, usually it sounded like the sobs of torture victims, if she saw a sad movie she would cry, but it ended as fast as it began, if she found something disgusting she would make faces and refuse to go close.

She had found out that fear was the feeling her sister could feel the best, because she had seen it first hand when they were in the car crash, she had never thought she would see fear as the most beautiful emotion to see on her sisters face.

#######s pupils had finally became small in a dark place, and it was Harriettas doing, she had seen her sisters fear become utter rage as as she died, it had been the most wonderful and horrifying moment and Harrietta had loved every second of it.)

Harriettas thoughts were cut off by a familiar shout of surprise from the kitchen and the shaking stopped right away.

...

Oh, had she done that?

Harrietta had been with the Potter family for over a year already and Sirius had moved out months ago as they had gone into hiding from the Dark Lord and his squad of evilers.

They had moved to a place called Godric's hollow and the house was much more smaller than the house they had resided in before.

Godric's Hollow was in a muggle area and Harrietta swore to her grave that it sounded familiar, like a song you knew but didn't remember the name of.

Then Halloween came with a white rat patronus apologising over and over and over again, clearing up Harriettas memory that was spotty for the harry verse.

Godric's Hollow, running, forgotten wand, Dark Lord, Dead.

There was someone behind the front door, Harrietta could feel the immense power radiating from behind it.

And then–

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Not a single thing was heard expect the three warning knocks, but they knew if one of them even breathed it was over and not a single one of them was going to return alive.

The three had frozen, magic repressed with force greater than a brick wall.

They stayed still and waited for a sign that the monstrous man was gone from their front door.

Clank!

All eyes swiveled to the metal spoon that had dropped from the table and it was as if a line was cut with how fast they were in motion from it.

"Take Hari and go! I'll hold him off!" James shouted going for the door unarmed as his wand was on the couch.

Lily had had Harrietta in her arms already and made a run for it up the stairs, not turning when the Dark Lord purst through the door and shot the killing curse at her husband and Harriettas father.

Harrietta saw her father drop to the floor like a marionetta with its strings cut off and slow, steady steps walk over him to go after them.

She knew he was dead as his magic was Gone And it didn't try to comfort away her incoming fear of the male she couldn't see, it felt terribly lonely, the silence it left behind after its death.

They got to the her room, Lily warding the door to her best abilities, there were tears running down her face silently as she tried apparating but couldn't.

A curse word came from her lips in desperation, Harrietta then said her first word as she slapped Lily gently.

"Bad."

Lily gave a giggle before going back to serious along with lovering her to her crip that she and James had considered getting rid of.

This time The Dark Lord didn't bother knocking as he came through the door effortlessly, Lily begged for Harriettas life and then was killed, Harrietta stayed quiet through the process as she remembered this moment from the times her sister had told her about.

She looked up and into the red eyes with slits for pupils and couldn't help but think that if her sister was in this universe she would turn into a person just like this man.

Her sister was just as pathetic, but she had Harrietta at least, now she was alone and probably thinking of doing nothing or turning the world into her playground for some petty reason.

Harrietta felt her lips twist into a grin she knew would unsettle any person, The Dark Lord gave no mind to it as he cast the same spell at her As her parents.

"Bye." She said as the spell hit her and a light burned in the room, The Dark Lord screeched through the process of him exiting his own body and before Harrietta could dodge the soul piece it struck her head and a wail left her.

Because it hurt a lot and she was a baby, so she cried for sometime before stopping and rubbing off of her tears with her stubby hands.

Then the waiting began.

A black haired man had come to cry with Lily in his arms along with staring at her for a long time before leaving when a familiar motorbike drove to the house, she realised that the man had been waiting for someone more competent to take care of her.

At least the man knew he couldn't help even if he tried, what a nice man to consider her wellbeing in this situation.

Sirius came through the door, giving a howl of pain when he saw James' body as his magic tried reaching for a familiar warmth that didn't greet him.

Her Godfathers magic reached for someone else, but Harrietta didn't care, as long as someone got her out of here she would be happy, so she reached with her own magic and she felt Sirius' magic scree in shock before Sirius himself came to her.

Sometimes she was glad for the magick sense, but it wasn't now as Harrietta couldn't see the sparks around Lily, nor feel the warmth of James' magick surrounding her with comfort.

He came in running, saw Lilys body and a sob came out of him as he seemed to keep himself from crumbling to his knees in grief, then his eyes came to her and he jumped to action.

Sirius didn't even try to hide his feelings of the situation as he picked her up and made his way out of the house where a big hairy man was already waiting for him with orders from someone.

He tried arguing first, but gave up when the man mentioned Peter who had been the secretkeeper for them, then he gave her to him said to take the motorbike and left with fury in eyes and magic groaning louder than ever before along with growing in size as to scare off anyone.

Harrietta didn't try to keep him from murdering Peter and left with the hairy man hoping the best for Sirius on his adventure.

After that were the horrific years she spent with the Dursleys as a live in maid and gardener as she had been horrible in cooking, it was good they didn't know she could make desserts.

The visit to the zoo had been earlier than in the original and she had met a nice guy who looked like a girl and then again years later.

Then she had found out he– she was her sister, that had been the biggest surprise of her life and it had made her happy.

Now she would just have to make ####### tell her that her– himself, because he– she(?) was set on her saying it and making it run the way he– she wanted, but she knew her sister the best in this world.

If only Harrietta was better at Planning and keeping to it like her– him.