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      Published: 2016-04-14 Updated: 2016-08-07 Chapters: 14/? Words: 39055
****** Sins of a Father, Tales of a Child ******
by Fenrix_Shadowbane
Summary
     Albus Dumbledore had Set a trap for Lord Voldemort when he switched
     Mirabelle Riddle and Harry Potter at birth.
     He feared her, feared what she may become, and as such resolved to
     use her to destroy her father forever.
Notes
     a word of warning off the top- this whole story as i have been
     writing it has seemed to come out darker, and darker as i have
     continued to write it.
***** Setting the stage. *****
~October 31st, 1981~
 
Albus Dumbledore was not having a very good day, he was extremely distressed
and pissed off today, all his plans seemed to fall apart, he spent a long time
getting this plan together in order to destroy Tom Riddle, and his bastard Lord
Voldemort name.
It was pure chance he came across the information that Tom Riddles wife, he
couldent remember her first or last name.. the Purebloods tended to inbreed so
much did it matter? he could point to any one of the 'sacred twenty eight' or
other idiot pure blood's, and likely the bitch was related somewhere.
She was pregnant, and so  were the potters, with luck. there children were born
on the same day, sadly Harry Potter came into the world stillborn.
He regetted spiking  lilys tea like that, but he needed a newborn babies body-
it was a price they had to pay to be free of that evil bastard and his cursed
bloodline.
So after disabling the distraught parents and the crying Godfather, Sirus
Black, he took the body of the boy with him as he came to where Voldemort was
Hiding his wife and there child, she begged for Mirabelle's life, and that was
when he slaughtered everyone there but the child.
Then he got to work, it was easier to change the boy to look like the girl,
then the other way around- cause he needed to keep the little bitch alive till
his trap was ready to be sprung, where his alternations to him were gonna get
largely covered up.
It had taken hours, and his Spell work with her- now him, with the glamours and
charms woven into the evil child's very being, to alter the child's very
essence so completely to match that of Lily and James Potter, he was so
confident that even if muggles did one of there DNA test's right then, it would
come back positive that the girl- would be believed to be there son.
He left the stillborn in the home, which he burned to the ground to hide his
passage, you think the idiot would think to use a fidelius charm or something-
but he guessed he assumed no one knew about the kid- or the wife.
But i guess cause he kept them so private, and so out of the way-, where as all
that magic might draw someones attention, where as hiding in plain sight it
seemed to be what he was going for.
He returned to the Potters home and charmed there memory's as well as Mr blacks
memory's to remember, that he never was there, and they had a healthy baby boy,
and that it seemed like time escaped them, because Lily's labor lasted so long.
Then he had that drunk Sybill Trelawney seem to recite that damn prophecy he
charmed into her, while he knew that Idiot Snape was listening, Hoping beyond
hope that the fool would tell his master.
With luck he would pick the other half-blood as enemy's and not the
Longbottom's, if he did.. well he would just manipulate the bitch anyways,
another prophecy perhaps, he had thought at the time.
Albus did get lucky however, it circulated very easily that  Riddle was
Targeting the potters, all he was supposed to do was wait and let that traitor
Pettigrew oust there hiding spot, it became even better for him when they
thought Lupin was the turn coat, and made it appear to everyone that Sirus
black was the secret keeper, quietly handing there death warrants to peter when
they made him the secret keeper.
And even better he got Snape under his thumb in exchange for protecting the
potters, even though the reality was he only really cared about was lily, well
he would be useful for now- could always get rid of the death eater scum
himself later if he needed too.
But then, something went wrong, Riddle was missing, and 'Harry Potter'
survived, and was the only one to survive, the bitch was still around, and
sadly there was Way to much interest in the child right now to put it in a
burlap sack with a rock and toss it off a bridge somewhere into a river, and
there was still the fact the charm he Wove into her could still be useful, that
tom may come back to kill her, and end himself and his cursed bloodline once
and for all.
And now he was heading to Lily's Sisters home, he had Hagrid  pick up the
child, maybe he would sit on her, it really bothered him he was letting that
cursed and evil blood live.
 Professor Mcgonagall came out of her animagus form to tell him how wonderful
those muggles, the Dursley's were, how they were sure to treat 'Harry' so well.
Guess that would make Mcgonagall easier to convince that leaving the child here
away from the wizarding world was a good idea.
Also seemed Petunia had grown up since her younger years and may be nice to the
little abomination.
Not if he had anything to say about it, he had charmed the letter he was
leaving them to explain what happened and why he needed to make them feel the
express need to Beat, starve and generally mistreat the little shit.
He watched them coo, and look so lovingly at the Child left on there doorstep,
he so wanted to scream at them it was pure evil, like its father and to kill it
now.
but with luck- the treatment at the hands of the Dursleys would make
befriending and twisting her- yes gotta remember its a him, to do what I want
when 'he' gets to Hogwarts- or maybe he would get really lucky and she would be
a squib, but no. that would mean the charm would never be activated if
Voldemort returned.
Least he would be rid of it for a number of years.
 
 
 
 
***** Time passes by. *****
July 24th,1991
Albus Dumbledore was a bit disappointed that the name Harry Potter had been on
the scroll indicating who needed acceptance letters, Rumors her father was
still hanging around, or his followers were still around.
'Suppose the little bastard could still be of use' he thought as he sent out
that entry.
 
July 31st, 1991 
Dumbledore was a bit pissed off he had to dispatch Hagrid to pick up the little
shit, but he needed to be able to keep an eye on 'him'.
 
September 1st, 1991
'Harry' had been sorted into Gryffindor, Albus supposed it could help isolate
'him' later if he needed to by isolated.
 
October 3st, 1991
He and one of the Weasley's children fought a troll on behalf of another
student, Dumbledore figured rather quickly that they were going to be friend,
but if he needed to break up there friendship later, just making the 'boy' a
Slytherin might work, or he could disarm the glamours... that might fuck 'him'
up badly..
 
June 4th, 1992
Dumbledore At last figured out why that curse rebound back on Tom the way it
had, Lily had believed 'Harry' was her son so badly, that she managed to cast a
powerful blood ward on the child.. 'Need to be careful not to touch him' he
thought, in case it burned him like it did Quirrel
 
 
September 1st, 1992
'Harry' and Ron stole a flying car, were seen by muggles, and hit a endangered
tree.. Albus Dumbledore So wished he could expel them, but he needed to keep an
eye on 'him', so detentions it was
 
May 29th, 1993
The Chamber of Secrets was found, the Basilisk inside was dead- somehow Tom had
used his diary to put part of himself in there, and possess the body of the
youngest weasley child, he now had another Job of figuring that out, both Miss
Weasley and  'Mr potter' survived, he wondered why his Phoenix would bring the
sorting hat to that monster, or why the sword of Gryffindor came to 'him'
either, it made little sense, it was a fluke- just like 'him' killing the
basilisk, or surviving the bite thanks to his big dumb bird, it should be able
to tell 'he' was evil!.
 
July 30th, 1993
Sirus Black had escaped prison, this could ruin alot of things for Albus
Dumbledore if it became widely known that he was Innocent, but luckly-
everyone's been assuming he meant to kill harry, it was easy to convince the
minster to Deploy dementors on those grounds, that he was gonna kill there
hero, then Lethal force was needed, as it turned out he had needed to get
another defense professor, and he chose Lupin, mostly to help him kill black-
not that he would know it.
 
November 6th, 1993
In some ways Albus wanted to let the little bitch die this time, either from
the dementors kissing 'him' while on that broom of 'his', or the large drop
towards the ground, but everyone expected him to save 'harry', so he did.. hair
seemed a bit longer when he saw 'him' in the infirmary.
 
June 6th, 1994
 
Harry slowly begin to stir, the very first thing he felt- was a deep ache all
over his body, when his eyes opened the first thing he saw, with the blurred
vision that indicated he was without his glasses, was the familiar ceiling of
the infirmary in the hospital wing.
he wasent sure what about reaching for his glasses felt weird, just that it
did- as well as why his hair was long enough to cover his face some. once he
pushed the hair aside and his glasses were on that's when he noticed the
stares- Ron from the bed beside him, Hermione on a chair between them, Madam
Pomfrey and Professor Mcgonagall and of course Dumbledore.
"Hello" he weakly said, but it did not sound like himself, why did he sound
like this?
"Do you remember anything to what happened to you dear?" Madam Pomfrey said as
she moved to the bedside and began weaving dignostic spells
"No.. maybe... Lupin... transformed, and Sirus.. tried to save us.. and peter
Petigrew escaped.. and, Dementors.. wheres Sirus?" he was still getting used to
the current sound of his voice as he ground out a reply.
Dumbledore stood forwards "I'm.. afraid the dementors... have given him the
kiss, as they would have done to you.. if it had not been for... certain spells
wound into your being by your parents" he nodded to Hermione who handed him a
hand mirror, that was when he noticed his fingers.. and arm, they looked
longer, but also smaller.. he had a bad feeling about this.
It took a second of looking at the mirror to register that he was looking at
himself, because 'he' was in fact her- features softened some, the most Impact
heavy change- was his mothers eyes were gone, replaced with just as striking
but blue eyes- her hair was about shoulder length now.. and looked as unruly as
it ever had, glancing past the mirror down her chest she noticed the tell tale
lumps of breasts. he glanced between each person- and each looked surprised,
all except Dumbledore.
Her eyes watered a bit and she felt her stomach churn in on itself as her mind
registered something, he had said Dementors  had got Sirus. 
 
 
 
 
 
***** Eyes opened, reality's shattered *****
The mirror Harry was holding shook a bit in her hand before she tried to sink
into bed and disappear, Mcgonagall murmured in Pomfreys ear before declaring
she would return shortly, Pomfrey returned to her office.
That left Harry, Hermione, and Ron alone with Dumbledore who stood at the foot
of the hospital bed
"I must say, i am surprised they actually dident tell me.. about this...
safeguard..." he said as his eyes looked up and down her form "One of the last
things I had your parents working on before they went into hiding.. was a rumor
that Voldemort planned to steal the female children from powerful Family's that
opposed him, in order to continue the bloodline.. and get himself the strongest
possible mate, one he could mold into whatever he wished"
He let the words linger in the air a moment, before harry turned to the side
and threw up in one of the bins left by the bed for just such a thing.
after a few minutes she stopped and slipped back to the bed took a breath, her
body Ached not to move but she struggled againsted the pull of sleep "Sirus...
was Innocent... it was Peter Petigrew... he was posing as a rat- he was a
animagus and was hiding with the Weasleys all this time.."
"I'm quite afraid however, that the kiss was administered to him, if Professor
Snape had not arrived when he did, I am quite certain you would have been..
dealt with in the same way" Dumbledore said with a nod.
"At any rate... I do believe visiting hours are nearly over, and I think you
need some rest, I do also believe the... change would have taken alot out of
you, and I expect you to be here till the end of the year, goodnight" he gave
one of his faint smiles and left the infirmary
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He was rather happy that shortly after that hippogriff was killed, and it was
found Sirus black was, for all intents and purposes dead- Fudge left in a hurry
to go try and get the story in the hands of the Prophet as soon as he could,
saying that they would apprehend the rogue werewolf in the morning.
Dumbledore drew his wand from his robes and slipped out of the castle into the
forbidden forest, he had a werewolf who could contradict his statements to the
little evil cunt to kill and frame it as a accident before anyone could
question him.
What he did to Destroy that evil man and his bloodline.
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She felt a hand reach out and clasp her own, eyes opening up to look at
Hermione, the girl smiled at her and squeezed a bit harder "I was so worried
about you.. you were nearly dead when they brought you in.. and.. oh harry" she
shifted and let go of her hand to give her a full on hug, Ron however Stayed
quiet as he watched them carefully.
Pomfrey returned and shooed Hermione from the wing for the night, who promised
to visit later, just as Mcgonagall returned and moved to Harry's side "I have
arranged for your belongings to be brought down to one of the Private Hospital
suites, you will be remaining there till the End of term.. ive just seen Miss
granger, and told her to keep... quiet about Miss Potters.. condition, and I
expect the same from you Mr Weasley, i expect you will be moved there tomorrow
morning, after Mr Weasley is discharged"
"my... clothes likely wont fit well.. if at all" Harry muttered a bit shyly,
causing Mcgonagall to nod "I'l see about transfiguring you some from tonight
that you can use, at least until can go and purchase your own."
She nodded and thanked Professor Mcgonagall left, and the embrace of sleep took
over again, despite the heavy ache of her new body, when she woke in the
morning Ron was gone, her body still felt extra sore to even lift her arms,
Madam Pomfrey was forced to Levitate her to the private suite.
She was keeping her meals down at least, it was lunchtime when Hermione came to
visit, sitting on the edge of her bed and taking harry's hand.
"Rons... i asked him to come visit... and... i dont think hes taking this..
change... well" she squeezed softly, and harry let out a bit of a whimper "How
exactly does he think i feel...and.. how do you feel about it" she asked
suddenly worried.
"i think.. ive always wanted a sister" she said with a smile that swept up
across her face "I will be there for you... when.. when the other students find
out, I suspect that.. some wont take it well either."
Harry let out a bit of a breath and sunk into her bed "I.. wonder.. what girl
name... my parents picked out for me"
"it... sounded to me.. like the.. magic to do that, was.. so woven into you,
that you might never.. have found out if.. you dident get so close to dying.."
Hermione squeezed her hand again. "how.. are you feeling anyways?"
"very sore... stilll.. tired" harry said with a bit of a sad smile
"Alot of.. your Biology... suddenly changed... i we... haven't really gotten a
good... look at you... you may be.. taller.. shorter, i.. honestly couldn't
tell you how these... changes will effect you long term.. or.. effected how you
were growing already.." Hermione took a breath, as Harry took the information
in, eyes drooping a bit.
"I will be back later, let you get more rest." and with that, Hermione was on
her feet and out the door, and the darkness took over again.
***** Welcome to the Manor *****
Chapter Notes
     I suppose i should put in a bit of a warning that this chapter may be
     a bit, upsetting to some.
     As i have continued to refine it, i've found its just gotten darker
     and darker.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
As the week wore on towards the end of term, Hermione kept coming to visit, Ron
however did not. It was a question he wondered, did he feel now hermione was
gonna be her 'best friend' now, and.. leave him.. well, sadly the way hermione
may have felt, the third wheel.
The other Gryffindors seemed to all accept Professor Mcgonagalls explanation
that harry needed rest, because the experience very nearly killed 'him'. She
still wondered who was gonna turn there backs on her when they found out,
presumably next year, maybe she should ask to be allowed to pretend to be
someone else completely?, but no... that would be far to hard with that big
dumb scar across her forehead, the damn thing remained- despite all the
changes.
It was three days before she could even properly stand in front of a mirror.
She seemed about the same height as before, her hair, when combed out actually
stayed very straight, it had the effect of making her wonder why her hair
always seemed unruly before, was her hair just more like her mothers now in
straightness, or was that all charms.
Hermione had estimated she was already well into a A cup for bras- even showed
her how to put one on, she dident quite like the feel of it, but then again it
was her first experience with them. She was also told where and given a few
things from cabinet she never noticed before, where female students got there
womanly supply's- pads, tampons and pain potions, Hermione insisted she take
some to put in her bag now because as she put it "Your lucks rotten enough
sometimes, that you will get it sooner rather then then later." She also had
her practice a sticking charm for the pad.
She also found out that there were charms that were used to straighten hair,
clean makeup, preserve it, dry hair.. she had felt a bit overwhelmed but it was
the fact she was learning several things she had learned over the years of her
life, all at once- mostly because hermione dident trust the girls aunt to
bother to teach her, and she quite agreed with her.
That was when she first thought about the Dursley's and how they were gonna
treat her now, it had caused a mild panic attack, Hermione had told her she was
there to talk when she wanted to reveal all they did to her, because all she
had to go on right now was what she observed, or heard about- like the bars on
the window, or some of the bruises just after term started she saw.
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Rather then let her on the train, Dumbledore apparated them directly to privet
drive the day before the train was set to leave. His explanation to explain
her... transformation was rather brief.
Vernon was reading a news paper with Petunia while they were sat at the table
and Dudley had sat down after he let them inside "As it turns out, Jame's and
lily had a daughter.. who they enchanted.. to be a son for her protection...
until a bit of a slight accident this year dispelled the magic, which i'm
confident was supposed to be permanent."
Dudley looked confused, Petunia looked disgusted, however it was Vernon who
alarmed Harry the most, and his lack of reaction, he just looked at the old
man, then his niece, and then back, while Harry tried to hide behind Dumbledore
who ushered her out carefully to stand in front of them.
And then he was down the hall and gone, Vernon looked her over a moment "get
anything non-magical out of your trunk, put that in your room, put the trunk
under the stairs and cook our supper tonight." As she was leaving she heard
petunia light into him "how can you be ok with that thing walking around our
house?!" she spat out "Now dear, fact its a transvestite is actually the least
weird or freaky thing about it, not like we have much choice with allowing it
about" he grumbled some.
As it turned out, dinner that night was steak, mashed potatoes and green beans-
she waited on them like a server would at a restaurant, cleaned the dishes and
the table- and that's when he announced it "well, time to punish you for
overcooking my steak"
he said as he loomed over harry, her body shuddered some "But.. you always take
your.. steak medium-rare" she said somewhat quietly as she watched Vernon turn
on the stoves burner "I like my steak rare" he corrected "now give me your
hand" "please dont..I'm sorry I-"
He cut her off sharply "lashes with my belt too, now give me your hand" it was
shaking a bit when she raised one up and he roughly seized her wrist and
pressed the palm of her hand, her other hand was over her mouth trying not to
scream out in pain before he turned the burner off and dragged her up by her
wrist into her room.
Harry was tossed againsted the desk with a whimper. "Out of your clothes, they
wont protect you from me"he ordered "but im a girl now.. i.." he cut her off
again with a backhand across the face "Was just going to do 20 lashes before,
now its 40, Out of the clothes- now" he growled a bit, freeing the belt from
his waist as he glared at her. 
She dident remove the cotton undershirt or her knickers
Her bottom and back were bloody when he was done, the fabric of the undershirt
and the panties was torn, ripped and soaking in her blood as she lay half way
on the desk sobbing softly, every sob of pain causing her to wince.
He had never been that rough with her before and gripped her hair and  tugged
her head back so she had to look at him "When we do this tomorrow, you will
remove your clothes- all of them, or il be just as hard on you, because you are
gonna start showing me your gratitude for us keeping you around, clothing you-
feeding you, with use of your body- like the little whore you are now" he
growled again and left, the sounds of each lock shutting her in after he left
the only thing she could hear between her crying.
She managed to pull out an old towel she had around when some of the other..
lashing sessions broke a bit of skin, she sleept without sheets for a month for
bleeding on them a little last time, and so, she curled up on the floor on the
towel that night. 
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Severus Snape apparated home the First chance he got, he had to be careful...
what he had seen at the school with potter, had alarmed him some, he went
through all his old documents from years passed until he had found it, his
mouth opened in shock, horror and rage before he used the floo network to reach
Malfoy Manor.
He walked the halls with purpose, normally he would have been- more civil in
the matter, but this was Urgent, Narcissa Malfoy had met him half way between
the entry hall where they kept there floo connected fireplace, and Lucius
Study, when she tried to stop him to figure out why he was there, and what that
one piece of parchment he was holding was, he motioned her along, but said
nothing.
Lucius was going over some ministry work in his study when the door flung open,
a slightly soot sodden Severus Snape moved into his study, trailed by Narcissa,
and that's when he put the document down over his work, he remembered it well,
it was a old pureblood godparent contract. The very one Tom Riddle had them
draw up so many years ago.
 
Parents of child:
Tom Marvolo Riddle- December 31st, 1926-
Charlene Riddle (née Snape)-  June 4th, 1961-July 31st, 1980
 
Child's  Name:
Mirabelle Eileen Riddle- July 31st, 1980- 
 
Godfather:
Lucius Malfoy- April 3rd,1954-
 
Godmother:
Narcissa Malfoy (née Black)- May 24th, 1955-
 
Witness:
Severus Snape- January 9th, 1960-
 
 
He dident pick up on it right away on why Severus was throwing this old thing
in his face, looking grave about it all before at last, Severus said it "Shes
alive.."
 
His eyes went to the paper, and that's when he caught it, just as Narcissa
rounded the desk to look at it as well- Mirabella's date of death was gone.
Both looked up at him expectantly- and that's when he recounted the tale, of
the shack, and Black and Lupin- then potter knocking him out and when he came
too, coming out to find lupin had turned into his 'wolf' and leading Granger
and Weasley a bit towards the castle before returning to look for Potter, and
on him coming to them near the pond, the swarm of what looked like all the
Dementers from Askaban that had been sent  to guard the school, they kissed
Black as he was casting his patronus- and would have gotten Potter as well, if
the glamours around Her as it turns out, dident shatter and drive it back with
a brief flash of light. just long enough for his patronus to emerge and drive
them away. 
She dident remember looking up at him, but the eyes reminded him of his dear
sister, and the hair, but he kept that part to himself, but explained he kept
himself apart of her, and checked up on a few things
"According to the School register.. Harry Potter died July 31st, 1980, and one
Mirabella Eileen Riddle, appeared on the register... im not sure Albus knows i
made a duplicate of that.. to double check things are in order for.. coming
Slytherin, but i am rather... thankful... that it just lists the childs name..
and there births or deaths, graduating year- I stayed away from her, as much as
I wanted to jump in..." he trailed off and paced the room a bit, Narcissa
moving and placing a hand on his arm in a bit of support.
Lucius thought about it a moment "Someone seems to have gone to quite a bit of
trouble to hide the dark lords child, and the fact the boy the dark lord marked
as his equal- was dead" Lucious paused in thought.
Severus nodded and took a breath "The prophecy called.. for a boy to be marked
his equal, and that they had to kill one and other.."
Narcissa choose this time to speak up "This all looks like.. a set up by
someone to do wh-" Severus cut her off "It was Dumbledore, he wasent surprised
by the change back, he honestly looked.. annoyed" he sneered before continuing
"He had said something about it being for the child's protection.. from
enslavement"
 
"Well perhaps he thought to use her as a weapon against her father" Lucius said
thoughtfully
"Would the werewolf friend of potter have known about this?" Cissa asked
"it wasent released yet, but Lupin was found dead in the forest today by the
aurors looking to ask him some questions in regards to Sirus Black...
apparently, as a werewolf, he managed to impale his brain through the eye with
a simple branch" Severus said with distaste
"It sounds, far more like someone tied up a loose end..." Lucius looked
thoughtful once more before Narcissa cut in to there thoughts "Do you know
where she is now?"
"With Lily Potter's sister- a muggle by the name of Petunia Dursley, you cant
take her you know... to the rest of the world she is still Harry Potter, im
sure a few things will still magically recognize her as Harry Potter." Snape
said, turning half way back to her. 
"I want to check to make sure she is safe there, tomorrow- and I will, and
neither of you will stop me" she said defiantly. 
"A wife and daughter were not common knowledge, so besides Dumbledore likely
having a grudge against her for being.. Riddles child, alot of the dark lords
followers may still see her as a obstacle, we should tread lightly " Lucius
added
 
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Narcissa Malfoy was not a fan of Privet drive, everything here looked strange
to her- she cast a disillusionment charm on herself before she apparated to the
drive and went looking for number four, the numbers on each property at least
made it easy to find, Snape had mentioned a blood ward had been in place, it no
longer was in place now.
As she was glancing in through the windows in the back of the home, noting a
distinct lack of adults, a bit of a shriek of the word 'stop' coming from the
window above caught her attention and with a flick of her wand the back door
opened and she moved through the small house, it was rather easy to find the
stairs up.
It was a bit of a shock to her, to see the multitude of locks on the door, a
quick flick of her wand told her only one had been re-locked, the sight when
she opened the door caused her blood to boil in rage.
There was a rather fat and bloated boy using his size to pin 'Harry' to the
bed, and she was trying to get him off herself, her clothes were ripped and it
was quite obvious the boy was trying to get the girls clothes off. one hand
wrapped around her neck, the other hit her in the face- her nose was bleeding,
one of the lenses of her glasses was shattered and the frames bent, she could
see that much from here, in the moment she watched in shock before the boys
words woke her senses
"I dont believe your really a girl" he growled "Your just a freak!" the girls
struggle for a breath was what caused her to lightly stun him, to remove his
grip on her throat, then with another flick of the wand- his somewhat limp body
crashed into the broken wardrobes door, then as she moved in a flick up and
down caused a hard hit to the ceiling and the floor and another one bounced him
off the door frame as Narcissa moved towards the girl, she was gasping for
breath and sobbing, there was a slight sound of something rolling down the
stairs- likely her attacker.
She repaired the girls glasses, one hand griping hers as she tried to sooth the
girl- she was obviously in shock and that was when  Narcissa chose to do a
brief glance into the childs mind- the first memory she saw, and the one that
brought her resolve that the girl was leaving with her then, was the scene from
last night
She looked familiar, Harry thought, looking at the woman perched on her bed,
saying she was safe and if she could show her where all her stuff was, so she
could gather it and leave- she gathered her clothes, told the woman that her
wand and schoolwork were all under the stairs currently, locked in- the woman's
eyes flashed in rage a moment, what? the blood covered clothes too?- she was
just asked to bring those as well wasent she- she retrieved them too and the
woman gabbed her hand- she dident own much so packing was easy, as the reached
the top of the stairs with her, she noticed her cousin laying at the bottom of
the stairs, her body shivered as she hid behind the woman, who carefully led
her past the downed form of Dudley, retrieving trunk and confirming that she
had everything, what was the woman's name, she seemed familiar- she was kind. 
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Narcissa aparated with 'harry'- who was still in shock right to the manor,
leading her inside and up to a room close to her own, she started unshrinking
the belongings of the girl, she wasent even sure she noticed it- that's when
she suggested the girl get undressed for a bath, she just did- yep, shock, what
she saw shocked her, she was too thin for one, likely starved most the time.
Narcissa made a note to book a healer to come take a proper look at her, but
began healing the Multiple scabs, merlin she wondered how the poor girl was
moving with that many scabs on top of each other.
She stayed with the girl, washed her hair- it actually felt soothing- she loved
Draco, but she had to admit being Motherly to a girl had its own appeals, once
the girl had eaten something the house elves made, she  burst into Lucius
study, Severus had stayed overnight and they both looked like they were waiting
on her return.
That was when she Dropped the bloody Ripped undershirt and panties on the desk
"the Older man did that, Promised to do it every night until she let him rape
her, use her body to repay his kindness"  she sneered.
There was a sudden flush of questions, how did she know that-legilimens, she
recounted the conditions, the locks on the door, the fact there was a flap-
Severus confirmed it was to allow cats to go into and out of a room without the
aid of a human, and that some muggle prisons use gaps to feed inmates without
locking the door .
The attack by the boy- each thing recounted caused a hardness in the mens eyes,
and that was when she chose to reveal she already removed the girl from the
house, she was bathed, had eaten, and was currently asleep- down the hall from
her and Lucius shared room.
They took the news well enough, but both men looked like they wanted to go
murder that family "I think the boy lived, never checked, but at any rate i do
believe she may wanna kill them herself later."
"it... was obviously the right call..." Lucius conceded, he knew if the dark
lord found out they could have stopped the girls abuse and dident, he may as
well kill themselves.
"This does.. however present us with a few... problems, like what to tell her,
and what to tell Draco, surely he will find out there's another guest here soon
enough" Severus drawled
"It can wait, for now... I'm going to keep an eye on her.. let her rest for
now, recover- this wont get easier for her either way." Narcissa said as she
left, leaving Severus and Lucius to pour over spell tombs.
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Seems to be one of the longer chapters I've written, and im rather
     curious how it will be received.
***** Will reading of Sirus Black *****
Chapter Notes
     Seem to have been getting beaten over the head with sacks full of
     inspiration lately, that has me writing longer chapters then i
     usually do
See the end of the chapter for more notes
When Harrys eye's opened, she could tell something was off, and as her senses
reconnected themselves- everything seemed more and more out of place.
It got worse when she spotted her glasses on a nightstand and put them on..
were they not broken last time she saw them?.. she remembered vaguely they had
been, that was when she returned her attention back to the strange room.
First, the rooms ceiling looked lavish- and the light fixture was a chandelier,
the crown molding looked to be hand carved, and in a light color, to go with
the cream color of the paint.
There were floor to ceiling bay windows, both of them looked like they had
benches built into them, this was a four poster bed she was in with sheer
curtains, unlike the ones at Hogwarts, it had to be a king size at least.. she
was in a silk nightgown, on silk sheets.
Her mind wrapped around one thing as she took in the Desk, table and chairs and
the built in bookself- as well as her trunk at the end of her bed, this wasent
privet drive- in fact she had no clue how she even got there, there were two
doors she could see from the bed.
as she moved off the bed, one of them- the one across from the foot of the bed,
opened and a woman let herself in, causing Harry to sink back into the curtains
of the bed- as if those would protect her.
"I am not here to hurt you child" the woman implored, her hands were free of a
wand, but Harry knew wandless magic existed, she moved to and sat on the edge
of the bed, pushing the curtain aside so she was somewhat covered by it, but
also leaning in so they were looking right at each other.
"Where am i?" Harry began, Narcissa recognized the body language as someone who
was nervous, so she smiled and gestured with one hand "My home- of course,
you.. were in a rather poor state of health when I.. removed you from those..
muggles yesterday, you have been asleep since you got here."
It was Harry's turn to notice something, the way she said muggles- the venom
and hatred of it caused a bit of a shudder, then her mind raced, how much of
there... treatment had this witch seen, who was this witch... that sounded like
a good thing to ask next "and.. who exactly are you?" Harry kept her eyes
trained on the woman, and seemed to be in a postion on her knees to pounce away
if needed.
"I am your new guardian, Narcissa Malfoy" she dident do more then watch the
girl, her mind seemed to race a bit as this.. information kinda sunk in, before
she had a burst of her voice "How the Hell can you be my guardian?!" she spoke
loudly in shock.
"Language, but as the eldest member of house black, you became my
responsibility the moment my cousin Sirius died" she said, careful to not
expose the half truth, they had time to explain if further.
Narcissa had seen this emotion too, fear "I have no plans to harm you" she
added in, she wanted to move in and comfort the girl- but of course at this
stage that could be a disaster.
"No, your just gonna keep me locked in here till your husbands Lord returns,
the he will just kill me." the tone in Harrys voice was slightly bitter, but
also a bit shaky, Narcissa smiled and shook her head "Your not a threat to him
anymore you know."
"And how would you know that!" She snapped back right away.
"Well I know the reason you were targeted in the first place, there was a
prophecy about a boy who could destroy him, you had a lovely bath yesterday i
helped you with and I could clearly see that you are no boy" Narcissa was
trying to keep her tone a bit playful, Harrys face went completly flush as she
sunk down into a sitting postion
"There was a prophecy..?" she stumbled the words out, causing Narcissa to nod
and continue "I dont know the exact details, besides it clearly stating a boy
would be capable of defeating him, but since you are not a boy anymore, either
the prophecy's now about someone else- or broken."
"He is just gonna kill me for stopping him last time." She murmured, hugging
her knees to her chest as the two stared at each other.
"i doubt that, but now that you are awake- i have someone i want to.. take a
look at you, your condition when you got here was... very terrible, and i
wanted a second opinion that you dident need a emergency visit to St Mungo's."
She nodded, and that was when Narcissa got up and went to the door, Harry
looked less then thrilled that the person she returned with, was Professor
Snape.
"I thought you wanted a healer looking at me" Harry questioned with disdain,
causing Snape to cut in "To truly practice the potion makers art, one needs to
know a large volume of biology, as well as healing spells and incantations" he
Sneered in return as he drew his wand, casting different diagnostic spells and
light healing spells, there was still some Internal bruises of tissue that
would have been rather clearly noticeable once she started moving more, maybe
they were noticed and ignored?
"Where is your wand, I have one more spell to cast, and it requires you to do
it at the same time" Snape said sharply, Harry got up and went to her trunk,
wand was clearly on the top where she left it, when she returned to her seat-
he showed her the wand movement, there was no incantation it seemed, just the
need to do the wand movement, and concentrate on forming a ball of light, they
did it flawlessly, a violet ball of light hung there, that wass when he removed
a small book from his robes and went to a page he had bookmarked and showed it
to her.
It was a paternity charm, with a flow chart of each one meant, white was full
sibling, blue was dad, red was mom, violet.. was Uncle on the mothers side.
Her mouth hung open a moment before she looked at the ball- then Snape- then
Narcissa- then the ball again, the first words out of her mouth being 'What the
fuck?!' in a exasperated tone
both Adults Tsked but it was Snape who spoke "Watch your language young lady"
"No no.. Your both gonna explain what the hell is going on, cause... I cant be
related to you.. and I dont think god-parents change the way you implied they
do!" Harry was now standing on the bed, watching them both very carefully, a
rather tense grip on her wand.
"Please calm down, I know.. this is all.. going to be... very confusing, maybe
even hard to accept right away, but its.. not like we could keep the reason why
your here, and not till with that muggle filth" Narcissa said, the tone when
talking about the Dursleys told Harry, she dident like them much at all.
"They.. arent" the mumbling excuse of harry was brought to a sudden halt when
Narcissa pulled the blood drenched, torn undershirt and held it up for her to
see "Dont you dare defend them, they are filth. No one- NO one should do this
to a child, should lock them in a tiny room... underfeed them" Narcissas tone
was again one of contempt and sorrow as she eyed the girl carefully.
"There were some bruises on the muscles, and besides the obvious need of
nutritional supplements a professional healer should prescribe, nothing else is
wrong with my niece- Physically at least.." Snapes tone was far softer then it
had ever been with her before.
She took a breath "This why you been so hard on me all these years?, Dad got
mom killed at Voldemort's hands and you thought to take it out on me?" she said
with a bit of a growl.
Both adults cringed a bit at the use of the dark lords name as such, before
Snape spoke again.
"I was hard on you, because I had thought you were James Potters son, not my
sisters daughter.." he took a breath as she looked at him dumbfounded "Lily
Evans, was not my sister, just as James Potter was not your father."
"Someone took you from your mother the same day she was murdered and her house
was burned down, they took you and left what we.. have assumed from some
research was the Potter brats dead body as a stand in so no one would look for
you- we did search the grounds, and we found... the remains of an infant in the
arms of Charlene- that was your mothers name."
"So... if.. Charlene.. was my... mothers name, Who exactly... is the father?"
she still stood there staring at them, wand still in her hands, Narcissa Spoke
up this time "His name was Tom Riddle, and he and your mother named you
Mirabelle Eileen Riddle."
She watched them for a moment before she Spoke up, rather loudly "Hes not my
father!, your lying.. your bloody lying, he has been trying to kill me for
years!" she spat out full of anger.
"Actually he has been trying to kill Harry Potter for years, had he any clue
who you really were.. he would have whisked you away to safety the first chance
he got, Myself- Narcissa, Lucius- we all would have.." Snape said a bit
Irritated.
"S-stay away from me..." tears were clouding the girls eyes as she retreated
into the bathroom, that was when Snape rose and left, Narcissa stood and moved
to the Door, calling in slowly "Mirabelle... if you need anything, Just call
for Tipsy, she has been asked to help you... and please see you eat something..
will.. leave you for now."
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Narcissa dident quite feel right leaving the girl like that "Did you really
have to drop all that on her at once- when she was like that?"
"She would have questions.. I felt it was best she had all the answers at
once.." Snape responded casually- at least for him, as they moved away from the
girls room.
"Besides, I think she needs some time to process everything, as you said- it
was a large amount to take in" Snape entered Lucius study, the man was still
deep in whatever research they both started the first night Severus came over.
"And what do you suppose we should tell Draco, hmm?" Narcissa pressed, looking
between both men.
"The truth, eventually, but for now that Miss Mirabelle is a guest here, and
will remain a guest well into the future." Lucius answered a letter, and put it
into his outbox after sealing it with wax, the house elves would make sure it
was delivered to the owlery promptly.
Narcissa let out a bit of a huff as both men settled into whatever they were
researching once more.
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Harry, or would she start calling herself mirabelle now?- for now harry stayed
in the bathroom till she was certain they were gone, taking the time to brush
her teeth and wash her face- seeing things like her toothbrush and hairbrush in
the bathroom here looked strange- all the lavish designs, and then there was
the cheap brush and cheap toothbrush, looked very out of place.
There was a bit of porridge waiting for her when she got out of the bathroom,
which she ate rather quickly- and with less manors then anyone in the manor
they were in would likely care to see.
She dressed, simple black long sleeved shirt, black jeans, old trainers on, her
wand slipped into her back pocket as she slipped out of the room, the halways-
of course looked ornate.
She wandered the halls a bit before managing to find a way outside, she decided
that finding her room later, would likely be a pain in the ass, the grounds and
the gardens were lavish, to say the least- she was glad it wasent her job to
care for them like she had the Dursleys, there were those white peacocks that
draco had boasted about before, seeming to wander in any direction it liked,
just like she planned too now.
"You seem a bit more threadbare and plain then the girls mother usually try's
to set me up with." a voice drawled behind her, she looked to see a slightly
bored looking Draco Malfoy, right this prat lived here.. and she was likely
going to have to play nicely with him from now on, like she could count on him
to be the same.
His eyes moved up and down her form before she spoke "Excuse me?"
One eyebrow raised up as he watched her "I'm surprised you were allowed in here
to meet me wearing that, Id have thought Mother would turn someone away dressed
like that in an instant."
"and why, do you believe I would be here to meet you?" she said slowly
"Mothers been inviting all sorts of girls over to see if they would be a good
match for marriage" he was finding it hard to keep his curiosity under wraps,
because less face it- a girl, in ratty over-sized muggle clothing that looked,
well threadbare was the right word, who wasent anyone he remembered meeting
before was wandering the grounds of his home.
The face she made at the idea of her being there to marry him had him feel a
bit offended, and even more confused "Well who are you, and why are you here,
if it is not, to perhaps marry me?" he said loudly and boisterous.
"Apparently, I am Mirabelle Riddle, a guest of your mothers until I'm of age I
suppose" she shrugged, and Malfoy gave her a look making her believe the boy
thought she was touched.
"What do you mean you are 'apparently?', do you not remember or something?" his
tone wasent teasing, or mean- just confused.
"It, my son is very confusing, Mirabelle- some goblins from Gringott's wish to
speak to you, its the will reading of Sirus Black, as well as your adopted
parents, the state of the Riddle estate.. likely some other forms" Narcissa
walked out to where they were as Draco noticed the sharp intake of breath this
Mirabelle had took as she ran a finger through her hair.
"Before you dismiss them- the goblins dont make many house calls, and you cant
put this off forever." it was true, the goblins found it very interesting when
Narcissa Malfoy told them that Harry potter was with them, and they insisted on
a appointment right away, to clear up all this paperwork as quickly as they
could.
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Mirabelle sighed and nodded- herself, Draco and Narcissa all made there way to
a sitting room at Narcissas lead, where Severus and Lucius were watching the
three goblins on the Sofa, from two chairs near the side, Narcissa led Draco
too another set, while Mirabelle sat on the sofa across from the goblins, being
the first to speak as she eyed the goblin on the left "I remember you,
Griphook- you took me down to my vault the first time."
The goblin smiled and nodded "Very good, while we do introduce ourselves every
time- we goblins always find it a rare treat, that wizards Occasionaly remember
our names" he pulled a Sheet out of his pocket and unfolded it on the table
between them- it seemed to have a gold thumb tack stick in the center of it "We
will need proof of blood you are who you are, press your thumb against the
center point".
Mirabella pressed her thumb againsted the tack, likely a bit harder then she
needed too, but today was turning out a rough day, the tack seemed to desolve
into her blood with a glow that filled the page with the goblins native tongue,
they passed it between themselves and spoke there tongue before Griphook spoke
again.
"You are who we thought you were, this is Bogrod and Ragnok" he indicated that
the center one was bogrod, and the right was ragnok, it was Ragnok who spoke
next
"Its a bit curious, but your magical signature.. says your both Harry James
Potter, and Mirabelle Eileen Riddle" the goblin eyed her carefully
Dracos eyes bulged out of his head at the information, they had started to have
a bit of tea
"Apparently according to Uncle Severus and my godmother, Mrs Malfoy, i was
kidnaped the day i was born and forced into the form of Harry Potter" she said
bitterly
"Must have been a rather strong spell, to be so... complete in the changes"
Bogrod declared, before nodding again.
"We have the Final wills of three people that need addressing, we can do this
Privately, or.. you can let them remain if you wish" Griphook stated before
Mirabelle nodded "they can all stay..."
"First- you never viewed the final will of- I suppose your adopted mother and
father would be the description, It leaves the vault- that you already have the
key too, and the home at godrics hallow, which has since Lily and Jame's
potters death- has remained a memorial" Griphook said as he got down too
business and handed over the first will, Mirabelle read it over quickly "the...
house in Godrics Hollow... that was where they died isent it.." she said a bit
sorrowfully, causing the goblin to nod before she continued "Says here in the
event of there death.. I was to be placed with either Sirus Black, or Remus
Lupin... and the witness was Albus Dumblemore"
"You will find that he was the Witness to all three wills" Griphook continued,
and a gasp escaped Lucius lips, everyone's look on him had him look.. rather
uncharacteristically Vulnerable before he spoke "i was looking through old
files, to see if there were any.. clues that could have- revealed you sooner,
and I came across a bill pushed forth into law.. in the 1980s, that.. one
Dolores Umbridge takes all credit in the masses mind.. for making, but it was..
in fact Dumbledore.. who put it out there, that werewolves should not be
allowed to have custody of a child... i could never figure out why...until now
i suppose"
Mirabelle looked far more Haggard then any girl her age should and nodded for
Griphook to continue "There was a Small deposit that was made by the potters on
there death, to the next Will we have here, Remus Lupin- which he never
touched, or let go below the balance that was there."
She paled a bit further, mouth in a slight o before a bit of a strained voiced
Mirabelle asked "how did he die?"
"on the night of the full mood, he.. allegedly implaed his brain through the
eye while running at full speed in his lycanthrope form, his will gives you all
the funds in his vault" Ragnok spoke this time.
It was Bagrods turn this time "The third Will, is one of Sirus Black, and it
Enthralls the title of Lord- or in this case Lady, Black to you, as well as his
family home and all of the Black forune, that was about.. all the business we
had with the Malfoy's on the matter- was all given to another, it was just so
fortuitously we caught you while in the wizarding world, would have been months
before we may have had another chance to meet with you.. Dumbledores never
wanted us to bother you at school, and said you dident need to see your parents
will- as you had what you needed most out of that, and you likely would not
need the shrine as it were.."
Mirabelle held out her hand a moment, mind seeming to race "May i have my copy
of all three wills?" when handed them, she flipped between them "So if my
adopted parents, and if Sirus were to die- id go to Remus, if them and Remus
died...Id go.. to Sirus..., Dumbledores currently has a lease that lets him use
the black family home, twelve Grimmauld place for a knut a month...has.. he
been doing anything else with the account?"
"Dumbledore was authorized by the late Lord black, to withdraw a maximum of ten
thousand Galleons a month- which hw has been withdrawing every month for the
past thirteen years" Bogrod announced
The three adults in the room were.. a bit.. surprised at how calm she was
taking all this in currently, Draco however was trying to not keep he mouth
open as he listened- he figured Mother, Father and Uncle Severus likely had a
better grasp on what she was being told- and even to him it looked like
Dumbledore was screwing her over badly, and she was of course far to calm to be
hearing this news.
"So when I come of age, I can claim the Black family seat on the Wizengamot"
she added, to which the goblin nodded "What other Vaults am I entitled to use?
or if authorized can use?"
"Well, if your Uncle.. Severus Snape authorizes it, you could have access to
the Prince Vault, and if he has no heirs on his death- you would get Prince
Manor, and the Prince vault- assuming he doesn't enthrall it to another in his
will" Bagrod said, measuring the girl in front of him again in his eyes.
"Besides a small bit going towards my godson, Draco- the whole of the Prince
estate will pass to her upon my death" Severus spoke up.
"And while your...Father, is not dead- you are entitled to a key to the Riddle
vault as his heir- with some limits, on his death- you will get access to it in
full and ownership of Riddle Manor." Bagrod continued.
"Could it be possible, that... that Mrs Malfoy claims proxy as oldest black
sister- please tell me you are" she looked to where Narcissa was and she nodded
before Mirabelle continued "So that the offical record reads that shes just
sitting on it, but revoked the lease, revoked Dumbledores rights to access the
black vaults, and my guardianship?"
"Well, there are blood rituals she could do to take a regency as Lady black, in
order to... secure such things, but are you certain... telling.. or asking her
to do such is wise, she could empty the vaults on you if she wanted" Ragnok
warned
"Would that be the only way i can stop other peole from tampering with the
Black estate till I'm of age- is a proxy?" she asked, and the goblin conceded a
nod
"I promise the seat will be yours when your of age, and I wont touch a single
thing in the vaults or home"
Narcissa said, before the the goblin got a nod- pulling out another sheet of
parchment with a tack on it, and walking Narcissa through the ritual, and then
confirming the proxy's wishes to shut Dumbledore out of the home, vault and
confirm 'Harry'- as a ward of House Black, and her place as 'Harry's' guardian
"Should you wish to dispel this, you would now need a full Wizengamot gearing"
Ragnok informed them "but i do believe our business with you in now concluded."
As the goblins stood and each shook Mirabelles hand as they showed themselves
out.
They all sat in silence a moment before Severus spoke "id like to hear your..
thought process.. on.. making Cissa a blood proxy"
She took a breath and in a Distraught, quivering voice that told everyone she
was starting to buckle- she spoke "Im lord Voldemorts daughter, I have been
hiding as Harry Potter- someone who as supposed to be the one to defeat him-
for thirteen years, living as a punching bag and more like a house-elf then a
person in my adopted mothers sisters home, while both other people who could
take me in were made unable too by Dumbledore, who has been stealing from one
of those who could have helped me.. then the very same day i find out he was
framed- and the man who betrayed them was still alive, he dies, as does the
other man who cared for me as the Potters child, in a way- that sounds, rather
stupid in terms of how i think a werewolf is likely to die."
She takes a breath and talks louder in a bit more of a panic "So thinking on
it- who is strong enough and dislikes Voldemort enough that they could change
someones being enough they come out showing they are someone else entirely, so
what does that mean- that either Harry was already dead, or killed soon after
being born, and that someone strong enough- went to my house, killed my fresh
from childbirth mother, changed me to be him, and gave me back to the Potters-
GEE, I wonder who is powerful enough to do that!" she had stood and started to
pace a bit with deep breaths
"Then my father- thinking im someone else who could kill him- try's to murder
me instead, and seems I blow him up up and he disappears if Hagrid's
description of the big damn hole in the roof is true!" her hands interlock
behind her neck as she Paces and speaks.
Draco was watching the exchange with a bit of tea, having not remembered ever
seeing a meltdown like this, Severus and Lucius also sat enjoying tea, Narcissa
was the only one on her feet- not sure if.. any signs of affection or comfort
offered by her would be rebuffed, but so longing to try.
"So, since today seems to be the day we drop all sorts of things on top of
me?!, maybe now is a good time to remember you have some marriage contract
laying around that you drafted up the hour after I was born saying i marry
Draco there or some shit" this Statement from Mirabelle with a half hearted
wave of her arm to gesture towards him, while Draco was taking a sip of tea,
caused him to do that telltale spit up of surprise, and look as her a bit
horrified and a bit impressed she knew about such things.
"No dear, we would have waited till you and him were one, before even thinking
about doing that... now... I... really think you need to go rest.. your still..
recovering" Narcissa put gently, lightly wraping a arm around the girl and
guiding her out of the room as the men watched on in silence, it was draco who
finaly spoke first, using all the years of language studies, etiquette training
and speaking classes he did growing up to great use, as his mind wrestled with
all the new information, it finally came up with a sentence to describe the
situation, one his Mother and Father should be proud all there money on
teachers and time spent on the classes homework showed it had paid off.
"The Fuck?!"
Chapter End Notes
     again another chapter I'm not sure how it will be received- but I'm
     still curious.
***** Reality of a situation *****
Mirebelle stayed in her room the remainder of the day, and when pressed about
it- the house elf Tipsy admited she ate- but not as much as either of them
could wish she would.
The following day, rather early- Narcissa let herself into the girls room and
simply watched her for a while, when mirabelle stirred eventually, the confused
look she gave the woman made her chuckle a small bit.
"Why- are you in here so early... watching me sleep." she grumbled and hid
under her covers again.
"Well, sweet child- i wanted to see how you were this morning, we have a
slightly busy day planned for you, two medical appointments this morning- and
this afternoon, we need to fill out your new wardrobe." the woman said with a
smile.
"I have clothes already" Mirabelle said, lifting her head out of the coverings
of her bed.
"Well, we are going to need to make people believe a few things about you
living here- for one, there is no way id let you be seen with us in such dismal
clothes, I can only guess you haven't completely accepted everything, despite
it being confirmed by the goblins, as well as your uncle- but to keep you safe-
we need to play some high stakes acting, to some its gonna look like a
publicity stunt, some are gonna read it as me grooming you to be a future Mrs
Malfoy- and others still- may see it as us giving the Dark Lord easy access to
slay you on his return" she kept her eyes on what of the girl hiding in the
curtains and sheets of her bed.
"Cant we... just pretend I'm still living with... at privet drive?" she asked
curiously.
"we could try, but between all the events we go to, people that come to the
manor- it would be hard to hide- not to mention the paperwork the goblins
filled will be public domain- and there are reporters like that Rita Skeeter
woman who sometimes browse some of those documents looking for a scoop- maybe
it doesent get discovered your here- or maybe it gets plastered all over
tomorrows prophet, you and your... change from a Mr, to a Miss is sure to be
big news- and it would seem more of a Malfoy move to show you off like a prize
anyways" she continued.
"Ron.. Wouldn't even come to... visit me after the accident... he and Hermione
were the only people who... saw me that were students- only visitors i was
allowed cause of that." she sniffs a bit and takes a bit of a breath.
"Most of the other children will pick on you for the change over, because they
wont understand, or care to know this was not your choice- eventually however-
I can safely say that Slytherin house wont- it will take a bit of discreet
filtering around that your not to be touched, once the children of your fathers
supports all understand who you are- they will stop the others- at least if
they know whats good for them they will, but that will not be right away" she
slipped in closer to sit on the bed beside the girl, not really able to help
herself, she reaches in to brush her fingers through the girls hair, choosing
to not comment on the muggle born or the Weasley brat.
"How are you so calm about all this, this whole situation?!... its all fucked
up" she let out a bit of a whimper
"Language young lady, but... my mother spent years building me a mask, to hide
my emotions, Andromeda was always the rebellious elder child... she had a
fascination with muggles that.. my parents thought was.. unhealthy, while
Bella.. was always a bit.. morbid, she only listened to them when she felt like
it, So of course I got crafted into the perfect pure blood daughter, that way
everyone in the room could ignore... either of my sisters antics- which
everyone was happy to do" she gave a bit of a sorrowful smile "When Sirus ran
away, Andy decided to... use that as a excuse to- at a dinner party at
Christmas, to walk out- but not... before letting everyone know she had spent
the last half of the year of her last year at Hogwarts in broom closets and
empty classrooms with a muggle born wizard named Ted Tonks, I had to watch my
family pretend that they dident exist after, even though both... I used to be
close to both..." Narcissa wasent sure if the story would help answer the
question, but it... helped herself to finally tell someone about it, and hoped
the context that... life throws things at you would help her goddaughter.
"What was... my father like..?" she finally asked, trying to distract herself
some.
"Well, before he met your mother- he was a charismatic young man who rallied a
large amount of support towards keeping the power in the upper class.. there
were a few... more extreme blood purists of course, but he kept them at bay, he
was so powerful, and he met your mother- who was my best friend. and they hit
off so well, he resolved to build you both a perfect world so you could grow up
being his little princess... he had a non existent family life growing up.. his
mother, drugged a handsome man with love potion, and when she believed he would
stay around with out it, she stopped giving him it and he left her, and she
died of a broken heart.. leaving him in a home for orphaned children, he really
wanted to be the father and husband he never had- but after he found the state
of the home- I can say now it likely wasent, but at the time it was staged to
seem.. that muggles had destroyed it, and killed everyone there- so that was
when he embraced the hardliners of the blood purists, he was very...very broken
at the loss, that caused him to lash out.." she was still stroking the girls
hair who was watching her with interest as she spoke.
"And my mother.. what was she like?" she quickly asked.
"Charlene was Brilliant and passionate- while Severus has always been.. rather
serious and stiff ,Char was always more loose and playful.. shes the reason our
dorm room was always Stocked with Wine and spirits, could never figure out how
she could keep it so stocked either." she smiled at a thought "After Tom had
taken Lucius into his ranks, much like he did his father, I was hosting a party
for his followers as a bit of a congratulations, and since I invited Severus
because he was inducted at the same time, I invited Charlene too, because she
was his sister - and Tom decided that this.. one Vintage of wine would go well
with the meal- i cant remember what it was exactly, but Char stunned everyone
by saying it would make the meal taste like dirt- so during the meal- it turns
out she was right, it paired terribly, so we all are awkwardly drinking and
eating a badly paired meal when Charlene of course pulls a bottle of red wine
from her bag, pours out her glass which she had not touched onto the floor-
pours out mine in the same fashion, and pours out her brothers, and refills the
glasses with her choice of vintage- which worked so much better with the meal,
so everyone is just staring and you can tell Tom wants to be right, so he
stubbornly keeps drinking the dirt while everyone else there were watching us
with envy."
Mirabelle couldn't help but giggle a bit at the story.
"That was actually where you were the day you were born, a vineyard that had
been bought for your mother to keep her happy" she smiled and looked up,
drawing her wand to cast a tempus charm "we seem to have been chatting a lot
longer then i intended, so you best get up and get ready- otherwise we will be
late for your healers appointments" Narcissa rose from the bed and left the
young woman to prepare herself for the day.
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Walking around Diagon Alley with Narcissa Malfoy, she couldn't help but notice
all the eyes watching her, she was glad her hair covered the scar on her
forehead, but everyone was watching her- and that made the posture and manner
tips, and corrections of speak Narcissa was throwing at her a bit awkward , she
was wearing a white sundress- one that Professor McGonagall had made for her-
she really wished she had bothered to try it on before now, because the way the
breeze of the day fluttered up her skirt was a bit weird to her, oh well- at
least she was in flats and not heels.
The first healer she met that day, concluded that the girl needed some
supplements to offset the years of being malnourished, she also looked alarmed
at all the scars and broken bone heals that she needed to go over and re-heal
to make her healthier, all of them were made without the taint of dark curses,
so it was more time consuming then difficult, another appointment was set in a
few weeks to show if the supplements were working.
Second healer was rather surprised, saying the girls eyes were in a terrible
state- those lenses should have been updated years ago- as the prescription had
changed, and your lucky there was not more damage that needed healing.
She picked a set of glasses of similar design to her old ones, however these
ones were silver instead of black and a bit smaller to fit her face better, and
enchanted to be much more durable and enchanted to repair themselves back to
the current state- the lenses were self correcting, so they would not need
adjustment again, they were also made of crystal, and as such would be nearly
impossible to scratch or shatter.
It was hard to hide she was in fact Harry Potter from either woman, the first
healer dident seem as awestruck as the second that it was Harry, more
interested in the bodily effects of what being trapped as a boy for so long did
to her body.
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Mirabelle followed Narcissa from store to store, there purchases getting more
and more numerous, makeup, underwear, sleepwear, spring wear, summer wear- fall
fashions, clothes suitable for winter, it was an overwhelming amount of things
to get- on top of new school robes, which Narcissa decided they should get out
of the way now- because of course she would not be wearing the male uniform
anymore.
And of course she also got a dozen formal dresses, she considered the fact she
was still growing, but Narcissa was getting so many seemed to be insane to her-
likely could be all stacked in a pile and it would be taller then she herself
was.
And shoes, Mirebelle wondered why she needed so many, it was all overwhelming-
and as it turned out time consuming.
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When they returned home to be served dinner, Draco, Severus and Lucius were
already waiting for them to get started, Narcissa looked as peppy as ever, and
rather pleased- Mirabelle however, looked like she would rather sleep in the
Forbidden Forest, then step foot in a clothing store again as long as she
lived.
"So, the Minster sent a owl today." Lucius began "He Invited Myself, Draco and
Harry- to the Quidditch world cup."
"Well, that was much faster getting around then I hoped it would be" Narcissa
said as she dug into her meal, eyeing Mirabelle to make sure she took in her
table manners "there were a few photos today, and everyone saw me leading
around and idly correcting the posture and manners of a young woman who saw two
healers and a few tailors- if you take her to the cup, there will be no getting
around the world finding out he is a she now- not like that wont get sent back
by hundreds of owls when she returns to school."
"i dident see any cameras" The girl said paling a bit and sinking in her chair.
"Doe not mean they weren't there child" Narcissa shot back.
"Well- at any rate he was rather insistent in us attending- and bringing Harry
along, he did send you a invitation as well my dear, but i declined on your
behalf" Lucius cut in smoothly.
Draco ate in silence as he listened, occasionally glancing at Mirabelle, not
having a chance to get a good look at her before.
"Have you gone over the.. acting your going to have to do when your forced to
bring her out in public?" severus inquired.
"To her, yes, but i have not had the chance to discuss it with Draco yet, no"
Narcissa said, eyeing her son closely
"you mean i'm going to have to continue to be a taunting prat for a while arent
I" draco said once he looked at his mother, he saw the intense stare of his
mother out the corner of his eye.
"the very least, indifferent- because perhaps the lure of the world cup in the
minsters box- has more allure then bugging Harry Potter every moment of that
day" Lucius added in.
Mirabelle looked down with a deep sigh.
"It will be hard child, but Lucius, Narcissa and I had a planning session about
this already, and if what we think is true- then we need to make it believable
that they couldn't care less about your happiness- but still insist on certain
standards so you wont embarrass them" Severus couldn't help but look at the
slump of her posture- basically telling his niece that in order to save her,
she needed to be treated a bit like a ornament.
After the meal, she quietly excused herself and slipped away.
"that... doesent seem.. at all like the person I knew.." Draco commented to the
adults.
"And you knew her so well before?" Severus quipped back.
"She doesn't look.. well.. in more then one sense.. and she looks like someone
who is gonna snap under pressure come school time.." he looked between his
mother and father and 'Uncle Severus', hoping one of them would tell him wrong,
but the silence flowed through the room instead.
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Once Mirebelle had returned to her room, she had gone into the bathroom and
started punching the mirror- damn thing was enchanted not to break however, her
sobs echoing through the bathroom with the thunk of her fists off the glass, as
her energy and frustration gave out, her knuckles were bloody, the glass was
bloody- and she had no more tears, she cleaned up her hands as best she could,
and cast a few simple healing spells- deciding that the purebloods children- or
guests being able to cast spells while a house elf four feet away could get him
a letter telling him not too do it was unfair and bullshit.
Out of everything she had not wanted from her life- it seemed like it was just
going to be worse and worse for her.
***** Tea time *****
It Seemed a bit out of place for Theodore Nott to find himself, Vincent Crabbe,
Gregory Goyle as well as there fathers, Thoros Nott, Edmond Goyle and Irving
Crabbe all seeming to be requested to join the Malfoys, as well as severus
Snape for tea.
But here they were, two weeks into the holiday, and a few days away from the
Quidditch world cup, and that's where they found themselves, there was a few
interesting storys going around the papers about Harry Potter's Guardianship
being seized by Dracos mother, as well as images of her dragging some girl
around from shop to shop in Diagon Alley.
it wasn't apparent right away that the six of them had been invited, Thoros and
Theo arrived first from apparation, then Edmond and Gregory Goyle, then Vincent
and Irving Crabbe, they all gave a bit of a puzzled look as Draco came down to
unlock the wards of the gate, he gave each a rather polite greeting, and led
there fathers to a meeting with the other adults , while he led his freinds to
his wing of the Manor to what amounted to his study and play room, as that's
where all the games he received when he was younger were stored, and books,
when any of them pressed to why they were here- he lied, he did know.. but
Vince and Greg weren't all that bright to notice, so they played what amounted
to poker for candy- to be paid on the train back to school, waiting on the
adults to finish.
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Severus chose to remain standing, and near the bookcase, Narcissa and Lucius
sat across From there guests and, tea was offered, and unusually it was the
older Goyl who Opened "So, the newspaper says you have Harry Potters custody
shackled to your wife, and with Severus here- you must have a plan, id like to
hear it."
It was more thought out, thought severus, then most things the Goyle's came up
with, they were more known for there Violence and loyalty, then there
intelligence- course even a broken clocks right twice a day "We require you and
your sons help with something, something that if done poorly, on the dark lords
return would mean certain death in the most brutal and painful way he can
imagine." Severus opened the floor.
Lucius set the godparent contract on the table, and waited for them to read it,
there had been rumors the dark lord had married someone, and he had only ever
showed interest in three woman, the two former black sisters- and Severus
Snapes sister, who had tragiclly died in a fire, it had been a open secret that
the dark lord may have married- and promptly snapped.
Crabbe Gulped a small bit "Hell of a thing to.. find.. where was she?"
"Someone.., changed the child to be Harry Potter, and we suspect... we know
where that person is- and its a place come September, we will all have to have
our children return too," Narcissa said coolly, there was a moment of silence
as the three men took the information in.
Nott spoke first "I suppose your wishing our children to help shield her- at
the very least from some of Slytherin?"
Snape nodded "I will be doing what i can as well.. but we have to be...
careful"
"Dumbledore will hurt her if he knows wont he" Mr Crabbe spoke somewhat
knowingly and the other adults stared at him before he spoke " I was found out
to be a Death Eater while still at school, and Dumbledore let Flitch use
corporal punishments on me all the time during detentions.., its why he stopped
marking school aged children and im not that special. She is the Dark Lords
kid.., I'm... honestly surprised shes still alive."
"She was set up to destroy her father- one way or another" Narcissa agreed.
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After a time, Vincent left Draco and the others to go to the bathroom- and that
was when he encountered the strange girl, she tilted her head to the side- it
was potter- only potter had that lightning scar, the prophet was right, means
he could get in a few punches when there was no one to save her- or is it him?
looks like a girl but whatever, he muttered something about it being payback
for being a prat and chased her- she was shrieking at him to stop and leave her
alone- no one should wanna protect her round here.
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When Draco heard the distinctly female scream, his eyes traveled over his
freinds and went wide as he jumped to his Feet "Shit, Vincents making a big
mistake!"
and off down the hall as fast as he could, with greg and theo in tow.
"Whys that?" Theo managed to call up, before Draco called back "He is picking
on Severus niece!"
Both theo and greg looked surprised at that- they would find out who daddy was
later, but uncle Sev alone should ward them off for now.
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Tipsy popped into the room and promptly told the Adults that the fat kid was
trying to chase the young miss down, and there was a bit of a stampede of
adults followed each other, damn quiet enchanted rooms, was actually rather
easy to find them, Vincent was sitting on Mirabelle and was slapping and
punching and pinching her while laughing, the rest of the boys arrived as
Irving Crabbe Kicked his son in the side of the face and he drew his wand,
Mirabelle scrambling away some.
"What in Merlins name do you think your doing Boy?!" Irving bellowed
Vincent pointed at Mira and shakily answered "Its Harry Potter!"
"So that gives you a right to attack a guest of the host you are a guest of?,
No that's normal fucking manners, and that's nothing to say what her father
will do to you if he finds out.. what he could do to me!- 'Crucio'. " Vincent
began to flop around under the effects of the unforgivable.
Mirabelle Stood and got Closer to Irving, everyone else seemed either
impassive, or in shock at the scene.
"Stop." She pleaded.
"He Hurt you My Lady, im afraid I must" Iving replied, still Focusing the spell
intently on Vincent, who stopped being able to do anything but a wordless
scream at this point.
"Did.. my father allow you to second guess him often?" she shot back quickly.
"N-no my lady, he- he never did" his concentration wavered a bit.
"Then stop" she said more firmly this time, he did, turning and taking her hand
in a bow and kissing her knuckles, even though she was weary of being touched,
she let him.
"Your not to punish him anymore for this when you get home either." she eyed
the man carefully, was he that.. faithful to her father, he would torture his
kid- or was it simply fear of the man- her chain of thought was broken by a
sudden bark of orders.
"Boy, you get over here and kiss her foot and thank her for her mercy, Merlin
knows what the Dark Lord would do to you- and me if he found out you started
attacking his daughter!" Irving barked out as Vincent struggled to crawl
towards her and kissed her foot, tryingg to get his voice up high enough to
have the thank you heard.
Greg and Theo were greatly surprised, and Draco was wondering if his father or
Severus would have done that to him if he had been.. a bit meaner in meeting
her.
"I think your.. demonstration.. will have ensured the others wont.. cause me
any issues." her voice was a bit shakey, soon Mr Goyle and Mr Nott had bowed to
her and kissed her hand, both motioning for there sons to do the same- which
they did.
"Uncle, can you walk me back to my room... I think id rather read a bit then,
try and be social right now." She asked and Severus nodded, offering his arm as
they departed, she heard Mr Crabbe asking Draco and the others to 'drag my
sorry excuse of a son back to where you were playing.'
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She waited till they were in her room to burst into tears, her own experiences
being attacked by her guardians haunting her as she say on the bed, hugging
Severus
"you may need to get used to that... your apart of a chess game now, and as a
Queen of the board- others will try and use you, some to gain favor with your
father, some to get back at him... some will see you as a prize to be won, a
weapon to be guided towards enemys.. you did so well with them, I am proud of
you" he said and gently stroking her hair as she slowly fell asleep, he
carefully let her down to the bed and slipped out of the room to rejoin the
adults, and it occurred to him, he wasn't.. gruff or sneering at all with her,
was he losing his touch?.
***** Quidditch World Cup *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
When Mirabelle opened her eyes this morning and stared at the ceiling, she
debated the merits of trying to get in as much sleep as she could, she really
had no desire to get up today- it was Quidditch, the world cup in fact- and she
was gonna view it from one of the best seats in the house, the ministers box-
of course she was just being paraded around as a trophy and that left a bit of
a sour note on the affair.
Well, as long as public perception told everyone the Malfoys were only doing
anything for her cause she was famous- a prize.
Tipsy popped into the room- and all the sheets popped off the bed and left with
her,all she was left with just the pillows- the pillow cases also missing.
This was Tipsy's subtle cue to get up.. Dobby would let her sleep in.. her mind
wandered a bit, would he accept her now.. if he popped into the manor right now
cause she called him, would he have a heart attack, would he reject her, try
and hurt her if he found out more about her?
She got up and went into the bathroom that was already prepared and disrobed
and climbed in to soak.
One hand on the steak knife she slipped out of the dining room and had been
hiding among her things, gently tracing the blade along the skin, she wondered
most days.. why she should continue like this when it seemed easier to just,
plunge the knife into a artery, wouldn't be painless- but if done right, could
be fast..
The idea of being the daughter of the dark lord still sat wrong in her mind,
being the daughter of a man who inspired a man to Torture his own son in plain
view of a several adults and several other children... She confronted 'Uncle
Severus' who was unhelpful.. 'Use your influence to make your father change'
was his advice, what influence.. they had tried to kill each other on three
different occasions now.
How would he react to the knowledge that his basilisk was dead? or that Diary..
or that Dumbledore knew about both, would he kill her out of hand, just keep
her locked up?
That thought had popped up, what if he was so off the wall- his idea of now
keeping her safe was to lock her away somewhere warded to high hell to keep her
safe.
She nicked herself with the knife while letting her mind wander.
Not bothering to heal it till after she was out of the bath was back into the
room was both a chance to watch the blood swirl in the water a bit- and not a
choice at all, as she left her wand by the bed.. when had she become so
comfortable to do that?
Narcissa had been teaching her Hair charms.. it kinda bothered her how easy she
could magic her hair into a seamless braid, that was something else she had
noticed- was her magic under chains before, and now it wasn't?
As the thoughts were shaken from her mind she opened her wardrobe, it was a
very good thing Narcissa had gone out of her way to get so many clothes, she
pulled a pair of black leather pants, a white tank top, black leather jacket
and some boots that resembled combat boots more then anything else, course they
looked goo- every outfit in here had a pair of shoes.
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When she came down to the early breakfast, Narcissa had opted to fiddle with
Mira's outfit and makeup and hair- insisting she has to look perfect on whats
her debut to the world as a woman.
Lucius was neutral about it and Draco was amused by it.
A private portkey was booked and they flooed first to the ministry, luckily no
one ever seemed to pay Lucius much mind, or his son- the girl with them however
got all the lingering looks.
The portkey brought them to what looked like a manor, or villa- Mirabelle noted
it looked like it was trying to be as grand and lavish as Malfoy Manor.
It was announced by- she suppose someone who worked there.
That they would be staying here during the course of the game if it lasted for
a long time, and that a banquet would be held there at the end of the game with
the players present.
She Found that politicians from all over Europe were here, as well as former
and current stars from other teams- or so thats who she thought they were, some
were wearing really old team jerseys.
She was Wheeled around by Lucius Malfoy who introduced her to person after
person, and she had to keep saying the same thing- her parents changed her
gender at birth, none of them looked at her strange for it however.
The usual answer was that the process has been around for generations and
pureblood's Practiced it alot in order to keep the family name going- and of
course the potters were pureblood's, many seemed surprised that Jame's
convinced Lily to do it- seeing her birth status and all, and those who try not
to give a answer on way or another, simply say 'I see' and move on.
After a While of this Draco had moved off to talk to the Quidditch stars of old
as it were, and Lucius was off too talk to- she thought some Hogwarts
Governors, or maybe they were ambassadors- 'Harry' had slipped off to the side
to and was sitting on a bench that looked over what looked like a scenic valley
view- complete with a river running between it as well as trees, she wondered
who owned the place, mind wandering once more.
Her thoughts were Interrupted by a sudden shadow and a voice "You are Harry
Potter yes?, the one who lived through the killing curse?"
Her first though was at least she wasn't being called the boy who lived still-
but that would change to girl who lived soon enough.
Her eyes glanced over the features of the Boy who stood before her "I am Viktor
Krum."
Before she could protest- he had taken hold of her hand and brought her
knuckles to his lips and gave her a rather confident smile.
"Yes Mr. krum, I am Harry Potter.. its a pleasure to meet you" she forced a
smile as Narcissa had been teaching her too, she wanted to jab him in the eye
with a salad fork for touching her though.
He continued to hold her hand far longer then she would have liked, his eyes
examining her closely "Pleasure is all mine, do.. you know who I am?" smiled
before asking cautiously.
"Haven't the foggiest I'm afraid." She answered truthfully, usually while she
was in the wizarding world she had to only think about school- or something
trying to kill her, but it was usually both of them if she was being honest
with herself.
So this boy.. man? he looked a few years older then her at least- was someone
famous- or from some family that was importent from some Shit-hole country she
likely has never thought of before- at least judging by his accent and mastery
of the english language- and who seemed to expect her to know all that.
He Released her hand and sat on the other part of the bench without asking and
visibly relaxed "That is good..., I was afraid you might start... swooning like
everyone else does, despite fact they do the same to you- I am Seeker for
Bulgaria National Quidditch team, youngest professional in years- and I know
you are youngest seeker in a century" he had leaned back to look at her with a
smile as he explained himself."
"As usual, someone who knows more about me then i know of them" she said a bit
bitterly "I hope your not expecting anything outta me in return for not
swooning as you put it." she shot back sharply with a pointed stare that made
him grin "Just your company, i'ts nice to be around someone who doesn't expect
anything from me, or who Isn't after something.. like the rest of them" he
waved a hand dismissively towards the rest of the room
"Oh- that's a feeling I get alot- you at least got to be famous for something
you do well, I am only here cause I'm an orphan, that's why I'm famous.." she
hung her head a little bit at that and he placed a hand over hers that drew her
gaze again "You helped save people, think that is why they heap fame on you-
but enough about others- we shall talk like normal people yes?" he shot her
another smile and she couldn't help but smile as there discussion went towards
the weather differences in there home country's, to Quidditch, to just which
animals they liked.
Before long, someone came over and informed Krum that the game was gonna start
soon and that he needed to get ready, then Lucius came over and informed Harry
they needed to head toward there seats soon also, Krum promising to seek her
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They apperated towards the stands, and as they were weaving between the tents
and people- that was when it occurred to her, no one else bothered either of
them till they really needed too that whole time, it was a bit- refreshing to
be normal for once.
As they were heading up the wall of what amounted to bleachers, she was stopped
by a sudden surprising scream and hug as Hermione wrapped her arms around her,
and then it was Hermione explaining- rather fast what had happened to Harry
last year to Mr Weasley, Ginny- the Twins and a Quidditch player harry did
remember- Cedric Diggory- the Hufflepuff teams seeker, and she supposed his
father- who was Introduced as Amos.
Ginny looked disappointed- Ron still seemed put off with the change to herself.
They separated soon after but after they got to the box and there seats, Draco
let out a large sigh "I thought the Weasel.. was gonna burn a hole in you"
"He.. has been like that since I.. changed back.." she admitted quietly to him,
she had wanted to talk with him and Hermione more, but with hermiones little
recap- it left very little time before the game started.
She didn't really pay attention during the game.. the.. meeting with Ron still
seemed to bother her, she had been sure he was her friend, why was he being
this way?
After a while of the game starting and going at it.
She excused herself to go down to the bathrooms that had been put in place on
the ground floor, everything appeared normal- until a rather upset looking Ron
Weasley rushed her, pushing his forearm under her chin as he pushed her back
into the Woman's bathroom and shoved her painfully against the wall.
"What did you do with Harry?" he snapped, pressing his forearm harder into her
windpipe a moment before letting up so she wouldn't black out.
"Ron, I a-" she yelped as he punched her in the side- kidney shots is what
Dudley had called them.
"Your a lying impostor bitch who is trying to spy on us, now wheres Harry?" he
snapped again.
She stared at him, thinking how to answer, the blow to her side again made it
clear he wasn't gonna be patient about this.
"Quit fucking around and give my best friend back you Slytherin whore!" he
pressed down on her throat a moment with his firearm,as she struggled to push
him off her, he punched at her side another couple of times.
"longer you pretend to be him- and i know your not a him, but lets make sure"
he grabbed roughly at her crotch, she was wondering when he grew into having
this much strength?
"Nope, lying cunt accounted for- as I was saying, the longer you pretend to be
harry- more I'm gonna make your life a living hell- I want my best friend
back!" he gave her a shot to the cheek as he released her and she flopped to
the ground as he fled.
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She winced her way back towards the box, as she entered, she rested her hand on
Dracos shoulder- he looked alarmed at the limp and bit of blackness growing on
her cheek, her grip of his shoulder and the Postion of her fingers was a Signal
to both Malfoys- as lucius was watching her too.
It was a signal to discuss it at home, the minister had noticed the injurys and
she lied easy enough, cramps and a rowdy Quidditch fan made her tumble a bit.
It was at that moment Krum caught the snitch and the game ended with a loss,
and thats when the diplomats and whatnot started going back to the same villa
as before for dinner.
The match had taken a while, but at least it had not been days to end, she
tried to remain looking serene during the dinner, and was thankful only Draco
and Lucius were sitting with her, the black mark on her face being healed by
Lucius before they left the box and trying not to let her side bother her as
much- everyone would freak the hell out if she said anything about it now.
After the meal, before anyone else could- krum had come to collect her from the
table as he promised and walk her around the grounds some, saving both of them
from talking with the rest of the 'party' as it was, where they had slipped
back into there previous conversation about mundane things- he even started
asking about some 'muggle artifacts' as he called them.
They dident get far beyond how shampoo and conditioner worked before Draco
rushed up and informed them they were evacuating- someone was attacking the
stadium grounds.
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Lucius had only stayed a few minutes to get some information from fudge- who
promised to get more for him tomorrow, someone from the team pulled away Krum
rather fast- that left Lucius to portkey and floo back him with Mirabelle, who
colapsed at last, causing Narcissa to lift her shirt while it was facing away
from the boys to see the blackness of the bruises growing there.
"It was Ron.." she answered quietly
"Weasley?" Draco asked in a bit of shock before she nodded "He.. thinks I'm an
impostor.. and he was gonna.. make my life hell till we gave him 'Harry' back..
he.. dident give a reason to why he thought that however.." her eyes watered a
bit as she struggled to hold back tears, Narcissa was too busy healing her side
to notice and both malfoy men were rather not looking at her as she was worked
on.
Rather then answer anymore questions- Mirabelle retreated to her room.
"Death Eaters attacked the venue after the game was over.. so they said,
someone left 'His' mark at the scene, hanging in the sky.." Lucius said when
Draco wandered off to entertain himself.
Narcisssa took in a breath "Any of the others... try contacting you yet?"
He shook his head, it was to much to ask for this to all wrap up nice and neat.
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Mirabelle went into the bathroom crying, and not because she kept digging the
steak knife into the palm of her hand and healing it, no she knew Ron was going
to carry out his promise- Ginny likely would listen to him, while she seemed
indifferent now, that was likely to change.
Hermione had pointed out that she had a crush on her- when she was a boy.
Her watching Hermione led her to find she had a crush on Ron, and if he ever
figured that out he likely would do that to Isolate Mira from her.
That was more planing then Ron had brainpower, no he was gonna stumble into
that trying to find away to keep Hermione away from her anyways.
Fuck, why was she thinking like that now... when had that happened?.. she
didn't remember thinking like that before.
well sneaky like to be able to try and Predict someone like Rons moves, even if
he was Predictable and if it wasent for Hermione- would be up to his ears in
troll grades.
Did her brain change with the breaking of the spell, or was it simply the
chemical balance in her brain that changed?
Her father was supposed to be brilliant, Severus was brilliant in some ways,
was her mom that as well?
The question caused her to slide the blade of the knife along her wrist and
watch the blood drip out, gently and painfully moving her fingers as she
watched.
When she started to feel tired and dizzy she cleaned up and went to bed,
wouldn't do for her to be caught passed out and bleeding out on the bathroom
floor with her stolen knife- assuming she didn't bleed out enough to die in the
first place.
As she felt the embrace of sleep take over she wondered how fucked up she was
that her own blood and was a comfort.
Chapter End Notes
     I'l admit, i dont think I can do Krum's or Fluer's accents well
     enough to attempt to try and write them the way other writers have,
     so I didn't bother trying.
***** Professor Moody *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Mirabelle was rather thankful of the return to school, since the attack at the
Quidditch world cup- both by Ron weasley and by the other Death Eater's-
Narcissa was treating her like a porcelain doll.
she had informed Mirabelle that ladies dont play Quidditch- so while draco got
to play on the private pitch, she wasn't allowed to go up, hovered and
generally annoyed her with lessons on how to be a pureblood lady.
Hermiones owl for wishing harry a happy birthday was late, and and she blamed
busyness with her homework, Mira suspected the real reason was Ron.
This had caused a huge fuss about the house- if Narcissa had gotten her way,
she would have hosted all the Slytherins in a ball in Miras honor.. a very
short noticed hap-hazarded party.
She had asked instead to go to a Cinema instead.
Narcissa, Lucius and Draco turned green at the idea of going- willingly to a
muggle business like that, luckily her 'uncle' Severus was not so squeamish
about the idea of going to such a place and took her to one near his home in
spinners end, despite it having been shown for a few weeks there already- they
saw a American comedy called 'The Mask'.
Now she was on the train back to Hogwarts, sitting alone in a compartment, Ron
had dragged Hermione into compartment with Ginny and Neville, and so she left
and took up a box by herself- there wasn't supposed to be 'Set compartments'
that only certain houses were allowed, but the train always seemed to split
that way anyways.
She sat right in the center of the Slytherins, and Crabbe and Goyle seemed to
Patrol the door often enough that no one from first years up to seventh seemed
to wanna go near it.
Pansy Parkinson slipped into the compartment that Theodore, Blaise Zabini and
Draco Malfoy were lounging, he was flanked by both friends- where Daphne
Greengrass, Tracey Davis, and Millicent Bulstrode all squeezed in on the other
side.
"No games Draco, why is Potter hanging around us?" pansy cut in
"Shes not.. really hanging around us.." he mused with a smile
"Shes a Gryffindor, sitting in the dead center of our section, why hasnt she
been Hexed into next week?" she pressed.
"You saw the news of my mother leading her around shopping and taking her
guardianship?" Draco was doing his best to look bored, and Theo found that
amusing- but Blaise had yet to press the issue himself.
"Yea, everyone has seen it by this point, being forced to be a gender your not
explains you and how you can get so pissy sometimes, but what does that have to
do with her now?" the Irritation of the vague and unhelpful answers was
starting to annoy her.
"Well do you want to cross my mother?" he asked with a frown
"Fuck no, anyone willing to cross her would either have to be insane or have
such a... better position.. a ungodly better position then hers..." pansy
stopped a moment and thought
"Shes not making you marry her is she?" Tracey injected herself in the
conversation, Draco shook his head.
Daphne grinned "That must be it, you have always had such a big crush on Potter
as a boy, that mother dearest Jumped on the chance to get you her- just to shut
you the hell up!, it makes perfect sense."
"Except for the fact 'She' is a half-blood who hangs around with a mudblood and
a blood traitor" Millie said stepping in at last.
"Well, Weasley already attacked her-" draco was interrupted by the sudden gasp
of the girls.
"What do you mean attacked, what did he do?" Pansy was eager to hear the gossip
now, concerns thrown to the wind.
"At the World Cup, he punched her hard enough to leave bruises in a few places,
I do believe mother wishes to flay him alive" Draco continued sounding to be
bored answering questions.
"And how did your mother get involved in it.. i mean really involved, and not
that shite the prophets been speculating on?" pansy pressed once more
"Nope, I"m not stupid enough to cross my mother either, everyone will find out-
but not yet." he grinned that cheeky grin that everyone in Slytherin knew meant
he knew more- or was at least pretending he did.
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When Harry arrived at the great hall for the feast, she looked at the table,
not sure where to sit- Ron and hermione were already sitting, and Ron looked
like he wanted to kill her on the spot- while debating, Lavendor Brown grabbed
one arm, Parvarti Patil grabbed the other and sat on either side of her, both
smiling at her in a way that made her weary.
They were talking over her about there summers.. and it drew all the attention
of the table- enough that she considered trying to drown herself in the onion
soup.
She does notice the defense professor isn't there yet, then the ceiling
thundered and lightning before a shambling mess in a overcoat moved in to stop
the cieling, he had a fake leg and a fake eye, and moved to the front to greet
Dumbledore, that eye is Obviously magic, as it swivels around the room and
settles on het.
Ron is loudly declaring he is a Auror named 'mad eye' Moody.
Harry looked to both Lavender and Parvarti again, who both smiled to her in
turn when she heard Albus mention that Quidditch was cancelled in favor of the
Triwizard Tournament, and the two other schools would be here to compete- and a
age you needed to be.. she wasn't paying any attention to the old mans words
anymore after Quidditch had been removed as a thing she could do- Flying had
brought her mind some peace, when Narcissa actually let her do it...
Before she could get up- Professor Mcgonagall had come to collect her-
Lavender, Parvarti and hermione and took them off to the side, letting them
into the fact Harry- was going to be in the girls dorms from now on and would
there be any issues, the no from Hermione was expected- the other two..
Harry was rather curious as to why they were being nice.. she wasn't thick
enough not to see whispers, or the stares or points towards her, fact she was a
girl now Made the front page on the Prophet and bumped the attack on the world
cup back to page seven.
They still had there arms wrapped around her arms, big smiles plastered on
there faces- and Hermione trailing about 6 steps behind asking 'why do you have
Harry's arms like that, and where are you taking her', and other such obvious
questions that made the normally bright witch- acting like Ron.
With bright smiles on there face she was paraded through the Common room
towards her new dorm, going up this set of stairs was gonna take some getting
used to, seeing as for many years it was go right up the stairs- now it was go
left.
Ron was talking low to shamus, Dean and Neville as they had passed by- and by
the whispers as they trudged up the stairs- more then a few were expecting the
wards on the stairs that rejects boys to turn on her.
They sat on the bed with Harry still wedged between them as Hermione stood by
and watched.
"Welcome to the better gender, I.. we always had wanted to.. get to know you
better, but you never made yourself.. approachable" Lavander begin
"Mind you, kinda still look that way now.. we had some.. questions" Parvarti
had started in and she could see the tactic already, pepper them with questions
so the one your asking stumbles into a answer.. She hated the idea she knew or
learned about it at all.
"Firstly, the bathrooms are all large and closed off enough that we four could
fit into one shower stall, and there would still be room, so no need to worry
about privacy in here" Parvarti continued "Now onto other questions"
"Like Why you have been staying at the malfoys?" Lavender came into it again
"What are they like with you there?" Parvarti continued
"And are you gonna be pressed to marry Draco, seeing as he doesn't shut up
about you?" Lavender finished, well she had to tell Hermione this shit anyways-
may as well mortify them while she was at it- maybe then she could get some god
damn rest and respite..
"They have been Indiferent to me living there, Over His dead body am I marrying
Malfoy, and living there was preferable to being beaten, starved, raped and
treated like a house elf" she tried to keep her statement as dry and monotone
as she possibly
Hermione was the first to speak in a rather Startled and horrified 'WHAT?'
"i know everyones seen the Winces, and at times the bruises, how small and
frail looking i always seem to be, how i seem to out eat ron during meals when
hes nothing more then a pig with freckles some days, when when uncle vernon
found out i was a girl, I found suddenly he had a big interest in having me- as
he put it 'Pay him back like the whore I am', but i was pulled out of there
before he could, and so learning manner's with Narcissa Malfoys been a picnic
by comparison, can i go to bed yet?" she was annoyed and wanted sleep
"Why the hell dident you tell anyone?!" hermione shrieked, Lavander and Parvati
both looked stunned to silent as the two friends went at it.
"Uncle vernon and Aunt Petunia have spent years lying out there asses that I am
a Dangerous liar who they took in out of the kindness of there heart's, the
adults I told, got persuaded by my aunt and uncle I was lying, and then beat
the hell out of me for trying to get them to stop." her somewhat uncaring look
to Hermione as she described the horrors of her relatives caused all three of
the other girls to give her a group hug, she sighed "try not to spread it
around much please." was all she said before she was up and into the curtain of
her new bed.
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Hermione spent some of her time with Harry and some time with Ron, who still
glared death at her, Lavander and Parvarti however looked at him and the other
Gryffindor boys there year smugly as they- at least played her friends, Harry
had decided early on that they likely wanted something.
Herbology was normal- as normal as dealing with magic plants could be, Hagrid
seemed to be Breeding Some other messed up creature he called Blast ended
Skrewts for care of magical creatures- which suddenly made her question how
ever got along with Fang, when he had Fluffy... then she wondered what the hell
had happened to that big three headed dog.
Ron was boasting in the common room that night how moody had swept in and
punished Draco when he cursed him from behind, (Lavender after filled her in it
was cause Mr Weasley bailed Moody out of a situation.. that made him look
unstable as all hell and Rita Skeeter reported on it.)
But then McGonagall stopped him sadly.
"Heard a nice smack against a stone- oh hey, Potter- your boyfriend got his ass
kicked by Moody earlier!" he was loud and suddenly standing right in way now-
and every eye was on this, it had been noticed that Ron did not go near Harry
or the other way around, and that Hermione floated between the two- and that
was just the observations of the other houses at meal time- this was full on
proving a fallout.
She gave him a tired stare and sighed "One hes not my boyfriend, two I bet the
only people in the school who could beat him in a fight are Flitwick,
Dumbledore, and maybe McGonagall." she tried her best to not to sound too
enthused about it and tried to step past him to get to her room.
Of course he stayed in her way, Glaring down at her. "But you must be, seeing
as your living a his house- or doe's that mean your a Slytherin whore instead?,
that is if your not gonna marry him!" he seemed far too cheerful about
attacking her "That how you got into the Ministers Box at the world cup then!,
a gang bang?"
She wondered where he got that term from, because it decidedly didn't sound all
that Wizarding to her- ah well, time to fuck with him a bit she supposed- he
was pissing her off.
"No, I was Invited there by Fudge, who had wanted to meet me and said the least
he could do for me getting rid of Voldemort was get me a decent seat, and as it
turned out- many of the team owners and politicians also seemed to want to meet
me, and I had a very lovely escort for the night in the form of Victor Krum...
ya know, I'l go write him now." she moved again and so was he, but he was
growling some too now. Seizing her arm "You never met Krum you lying Slytherin
whor-".
Harry had enough and somewhat silently had drew and with a whisper cast the
stinging hex on his balls causing him to scream out in agony and causing
everyone's eyes to go wide, but his grip on her just got tighter.
"Ron your hurting me, let go" she said calmly and clearly, they were all still
watching her and his noisy exchange, out of the corner of her eyes she noted a
pile up at the portrait of students just gawking at them.
"Ron, Let go and stop causing a scene!" she snapped and that was when he tried
to backhand her.
Dodging bludgers was the only reason she managed to escape the hit- Hermione,
Lavander and Parvarti, Katie Bell, Wood- the twins, they all started to move
and Shout there 'Stop, that's enough', but she ended it herself by Stepping
back into him and Kneeing him in the already hexed ballocks, which combined
with the twins dragging him off was what released his grip, she had her sleeves
rolled up, so everyone could see the force at which he was griping her arm by
the already bruising and pale flesh as she retreated to her dorm, Hermione,
Lavender and Parvati all on her heels.
"Ok, first he says you rejected going to the world cup with us, now he did
that, whats going on Harry?" Hermione stood in front of her, arms crossed in
concern- thankfully the other two just hung back and listened on Lavs bed.
"He didn't invite me to shit Hermione, and he knocked me around in one of the
world cup bathrooms cause he thinks I'm an impostor, someone from Slytherin
pretending to be Harry Potter" she snapped, a bit more defensively then she
should.
"He.. said you were acting weird.. and your eyes changed.." she mumbled as she
went into thought.
"Ya cause Finding out the man who really helped murder your parents was posing
as one of your friends pet rat- escaped, and finding out he framed your
Godfather to get him sent to prison, and that he had his soul sucked out
shortly after you find out he was innocent- and then the next thing they know,
your waking up as a girl after being a boy for thirteen years makes everyone
act so normal." she had moved to pace a bit as Hermione looked on, it was a bit
of pity in her eyes, before lavender spoke up- sounding smart for once.
"Well, the eye change was easy enough, could have just been a way to make Mrs
Potter connect to you- in case she was having second thoughts about your
change-over" She offered.
"at any rate, I don't care- he can think whatever he likes- but i'm not gonna
sit back and let him have his way of thinking if it means he is gonna attack me
over it." she said defiantly.
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Defense Against the Dark Arts- or as she was thinking of it- teaching with
crazy cripples.
Moody had walked in the room, spelled his name badly- she figured he wasn't one
for paperwork, then proved that his magic eye could see in every direction
around him when Shamus put some gum under his desk, and that he had good enough
hearing that he could hear Shamus complain that he could see that while facing
the other way.
Fred and George had been singing praises all week, since it was there opening
class.
So of course the idea that Moody would open the class asking about the
unforgivable curses caused her mind pause, surely he wouldn't start the class
with them?
 
But he did, Ron answering that his dad mentioned the Imperius curse- causing
moody to enlarge and then Imperius a rather lethal looking spider which started
Jumping from person to person- which amused the class some, and then the
laughter died when he started explaining ways it could be used for evil, like
compelling someone to kill themselves or another.
The next one to mention one was Neville- who was too sweet and innocent for his
own good, he had told harry what had happened to his parents last year, and now
Moody- an auror himself was using the Cruciatus curse on a spider sitting on
Nevilles desk.
Harry stood with a growl "Can you see its bothering him with that Swivel eye?,
or are you that cold- as an auror yourself im sure you know all bout it, so why
don't you try picking on someone else you one legged, one eyed bully" she
snapped at him, eyes Glaring.
Moody looked at her and smiled a wicked Smile "Gladly" and with a point of his
wand, threw a Imperius at her, she felt comfortable in her mind, as if she
didn't have to worry about anything, a voice in her mind was telling her to
'Strip down to her underwear and then kneel', it didn't sound like moody, but
then again was it supposed to?
She dug her nails into her left palm, the wetness she felt there with the pain
began pushing the feeling of bliss out of her- and was very telling that she
drew blood, the voice told her to do it again, she growled and punched the
desk, those around her recoiled as the impact had caused blood to splat out in
most directions from the gaps in her fingers and fist.
"Thats two, why dont you try that last one on me, that way when I explain to
Professor McGonagall why i Hexed your balls off and threw your fucking leg in
the fireplace, she may get a laugh outta it and I get another stupid nickname"
she spat out in anger.
he glared at her at first before breaking out in a laugh and pointing at
her"Ha- now that is the level of resolve and nerve you need to Fight people who
use these curses. 100 Points to Gryffindor!, for Miss potters constant
vigilance- now, who can name the last curse that we consider unforgivable?,
miss potter you can sit down."
No one answered him, and she did in fact sit down, still glaring as he used the
killing curse on the spider and he explained one person is known to have lived
through it and was in this room, well no shit.
He was clearly out of his mind, Harry wondered if he had shown all the upper
classes the curses, or if as usual- her presence caused it., he dismissed the
class and harry was the first to Neville's side to help the shocked young man
from the room, her hand was clearly still bleeding as she helped him away,
before Hermione stepped up and healed the wound this time.
This was gonna be a long fucking year, as she had to deal with a aggressive ex
friend, a mental patient who was teaching them, Some stupid contest- and
whatever the hell Lavender and Parvarti were planing, as they had yet to reveal
anything to her yet.
Chapter End Notes
     Here's a treat- another long chapter, rather soon after the last one.
***** Champions: Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, Hogwarts and Fuck it! *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Harry let out a bit of a sigh, it was well into the evening the day the other
two Schools were supposed to show up for this tournament.
She wondered first if by some miracle they arrived at the same time, it was a
bit chilly out today and she honestly didn't care, she wanted to go write
another letter to Krum, who she started sending owls back and forth on a more
regular basis since her fight with Ron, he kept saying a surprise was gonna
arrive soon.
They talked more about the landscapes around there schools, rather then
schoolwork, mind you that was in there.
She had asked what his schools name was but he seemed to keep forgetting to
mention it as he started talking about some bird he saw instead.
And that was when her thoughts of writing her next letter to Viktor was
interrupted when in the sky, someone spotted something, and it was a Carriage-
being pulled by several Fat arsed winged horses- or Pegasus as it were.
It only became more apparent how fat these animals were when the carriage
landed, the first person out of the thing was- what to harry looked like
another half giant, a woman, followed by a bunch of students in these stupid
looking sky blue uniforms- well stupid to her, some of the girls and boys
looked chilled to the bone already, making her think this school- Beauxbatons
must be hidden in the south of France, or they were stupid enough not to cast
warming charms or get jackets.
Course while those students got to go inside to the warmth of the castle, they
had to stay out here- freezing there asses off while waiting for the other
school, thankfully a ship pushed out of the black lake, it looked very much
like something you would see in the mist sailing or in bad weather in a pirate
movie- that was crewed by pirate ghosts.
it got closer to shore and a plank uncurled itself and rested on the shore as
people came to deck to get off, least these ones looked dressed for winter, the
Durmstrang students, she looked beside her to Hermione.
As much as the girl liked Ron, he had been more a more an ass lately and so Ron
had managed to push her away lately.
She felt something grab her hand and turned to see it was Victor, and he was
kissing her knuckles- in front of her whole damn school and he was wearing the
uniform of Durmstrang.
His headmaster was telling Dumbledore the boy had a cold, but Victor wasn't
seeming like he did, continuing to hold Harry's hand, and who had to give
Hermione a bit of a shrug when the boy pulled her along "You will be sitting
with me yes?."
His grip on her hand made her think it wasn't really a question, so she smiled
and nodded and thought, Did she give him some impression they were together?,
did he assume they were?, or was he just that eager to see someone he thought
as a friend and the ways of his home country were different, or was this a
Pureblood lesson Cissa hasn't covered yet.
Viktor was stopped by a crowd while trying to find a seat, leaving harry
standing there beside him awkwardly while he signed autographs.
The Durmstrang headmaster luckily moved in and ordered everyone to there seats
and the crowd dispersed.
She felt his hand in hers again and shyly smiled, that's when she noticed where
Viktor planned to sit- the Slytherin table.. ah hell.
They were up near the sixth and seventh years, one of the seventh years Sniffed
and looked to Viktor before Speaking "This.. is the slytherin table... It is
not welcome here" with a vague gesture in Harrys direction, causing Krum to
raise an eyebrow and speak something in Bulgarian, and that was when the other
Durmstrang students began snatching back autographs from the slytherins and
presenting them to Viktor, who drew his wand and let them be eaten in flames,
throwing the ashes in that seventh years face.
"If shes not welcome, i'm not sitting here either" and he took Harry's hand and
led her along towards the Hufflepuff table, several of Viktors friends followed
before he asked her in a low voice "Know anyone here?" Making harry think he
either got lost to the Gryffindor table, or was trying to prove a point in that
harry would be Welcomed elsewhere, so she pointed out Cedric Diggory,
commenting he was on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team and was also a seeker, and
so the group of them settled down there.
a Glance towards the Slytherin table had alot of glares go that one boys way,
but just as many go towards her or Viktor, where as the Gryffindor table was
glaring at her, apart from Nevile and Hermione.
"We will have to sit at my house table tomorrow, and maybe squeeze in with the
Ravenclaws later in the day" she was trying to be diplomatic about it as they
all settled into talking, before Professor Dumbledore started his welcome feast
for the other schools- introducing there Headmaster and Headmistress, and then
welcoming two more judges for the tourney, and then unveiling the cup- it
looked like some wooden piece of crap, the blue flames didn't help that
assessment.
When food arrived she started to get helped to food by Viktor, and of course
the Hufflepuff Quiditch team who all seemed to like the idea of sitting and
talking with Krum.
The Gryffindors looked upset at her, the Ravenclaws were talking with those
French School's kids, and the Slytherins looked super pissed, at both her and
the boy who drove Krum away.
When she looked at the high table, McGonagall looked rather proudly at her,
Professor Sprout also looked rather happy, and she had spoken loud enough that
hopefully Krum sitting at any of the tables would stop being news, the other
thing she was noticing was the way the girls all looked at her cause of the
Quidditch star leading her around.
She sighed, figuring she couldn't fucking win.
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The other girls were Jealous, well most were jealous that Krum seemed
interested in Harry Potter, that fame seeking slut- that was one of the nicer
things she heard about her, other things criticized her appearance, lack of
breasts, lack of butt- bony, the damn list went on.
She kinda wished they thought her to be the murderous heir of Slytherin from
second year again, then it occurred to her that- damn it she kinda was.
They left the cup in its place for three days, Fred and George tried to fool it
and got white beards for there troubles cause of that 'damn age line', many
students of each school put there names in- including Cedric and Viktor, he
waited by the door of the great hall for her arrival, and insisted she do the
same for him, so they could sit elsewhere.
They rotated tables, the Ravenclaws didn't seem to notice there table was least
selected, the Gryffindors and Hufflepuff seemed to enjoy getting Viktor the
most.
And he seemed to enjoy her attention most, until that boy from Sytherin had
come up to apologize and let slip he thought harry was a 'It' again and one of
Viktors friends- Ivan swung his legs out to get up and hit the boy between the
legs which caused him to topple over.
He said sorry, while he leaned down to lift him up, but leaned in to whisper
something else in the boys ear that made his eyes wide and caused his retreat
from the Hufflepuff table, and Ivan refused to tell what he said.
Most of the freinds were polite but she had no idea what there damn names were,
they never spoke in English- besides Ivan.
The night the cup was supposed to have its results for who was each schools
champion for Beauxbatons- Fleur Delacour was selected, for Durmstrang- Viktor
Krum was selected, Cedric Diggory was selected for Hogwarts.
Harry was about to tune out the headmasters boring speech when the flames of
the goblet suddenly flashed again and flicked out another parchment scrap, and
she sat there in silence- stunned as everyone else searched the crowd,
headmasters voice getting louder in calling it, Hermione was beside her trying
to push her along to the Summons of Dumbledore, but Harry was Shaking her head
and lightly repeating 'I didn't put it in.'
Hermione however pushed her up to her feet and it was a light hand on her
shoulder by Professor Moody to guide her towards where the champions had
disappeared to her that caused her to snap and she began crying, cursing her
newfound emotional spectrum- why cant i have a normal year.
"I never put my fucking name in that wooden pile of flaming shit!" was her
first reaction when she was steered into the other room.
The Heads of house to the school as well as the three headmasters, Bagman and
Crouch and the other champions were a bit taken back by the display before
them, as the girl began pacing and hyperventilating a bit as she repeated the
line between sobs but refused to let anyone get close to her- which Krum did at
first.
If that wasn't odd Enough she started begging everyone present who wasn't a
champion to get her out of this, cause she wasn't the one who put her fucking
name in.
Crouch told them that even if she was innocent of putting her name in the cup,
it was a binding magical contract- and would kill her if she tried to withdraw-
and that was what had her slide down the wall and hug her legs crying in great
sobs.
Fleur was the first by her side, sitting beside the younger girl and hugging
her to herself as she kinda glared up at the staff who had just told a girl who
went to every staff member there and the judges begging them to get her out of
it.
That she had to compete or she was gonna die.
Viktor of course was the next one be her side to comfort her, and Cedric.. well
he didn't believe she was a good enough actress for this not to be real.
Cedric whispered that he was gonna let people know it wasn't her choice, both
other champions nodded and whispered the same.
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It took every ounce of Severus Snapes resolve to not break down and comfort his
clearly distraught niece- and he swore he saw during the the whole thing the
old mans mask crack a bit and he smirked, before going back behind the mask.
He wasn't sure if it was cause he was the one who put her in this situation, or
if he just enjoyed watching her snap, but he needed to be careful- there may
well be a Death Eater in the school who did this, but he wished he realized why
and who so he could take her safety into account.
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Professor McGonagall escorted her back to the tower, by now all the houses were
back in there respective dorms and common rooms, she was likely a debate topic
on everyone's minds now.
Climbing through the portrait hole, she dident hear Ron yelling, just felt him
rush her, smash her into the wall, and pin herself there with his forearm.
That was when she started to wonder how healthy her mind really was that he
could be six inch's away yelling, and she didn't hear him- or care.
But with a slight bit more focusing from her place- the crack of all the voices
came in, Ron Yelling about me being a glory hunter whore who dishonored the
name of Godric Gryffindor, who would have told his best friend about entering
the tournament.
Then Hermione started screaming back at him on how she wasent told about it, so
clearly she was set up, "Because as you say Ronald- she would tell her best
friend" the tone of her voice rather clear that she thought Ron was an idiot.
He didn't look to enjoy the idea Hermione just implied Harry Potter wasent his
friend and looked to wanna step against Hermione for another verbal round.
McGonagall however decided this had gone on long enough and made the
announcement that Ron lost 30 points for attacking another student, and was
gonna get detention- Seamus and Dean both booed her for that, as Lavender,
Parvati and Hermione helped Harry up the stairs, her eyes were puffy and looked
like she had been crying, so a whole lot of people just got to see there brave
person-who-lived, somewhat unhinged- that was gonna boost house spirits.
As she was sat on the bed and fussed over a bit, she finally managed a whisper
of a statement.
"I didn't put my name in the cup.." Harry confessed, Hermione agreed that
Dumbledore's age line would have stopped her, the expressions on Lavender and
Parvati's faces while they talked lightly over on Parvati bed told her they
were reconsidering being friendly with her, at least that was what Harry
assumed they were talking
about, lately they had hovered near her as much as Hermione did, at least
giving a impression of friendship, when all but Neville and Hermione had
stopped, at least from her year.
The Quidditch team would likely back her as long as she caught Snitchs, but
seeing as there wasn't any games this year- she expected them to treat her like
crap till next year, when they needed her to win games for them again.
And even then she wondered how long Neville and Hermione would stay by her, her
father being who he was.
She didn't notice that Hermione was holding her in a hug, for a while at least
and decided this would do till she could slip away with the knife she lifted
from the great hall, she wondered if they were tracked and no one bothered to
come for it?.
Tomorrow was gonna suck so much.
Chapter End Notes
     Took me a while to get this Chapter close to how i wanted.
     Still not 100% on board with it, but it will do i think.
***** Ron can fuck off. So can Dragons and the Press *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Fuck Harry hated being right.
When she woke up in the morning, Lavender and Parvati were back to being there
cheerful selves towards her and Hermione. Outside there dorm was another
matter, as it seemed Ron's campaign of 'She is a cheating bitch who is running
Godric Gryffindors name through the mud.'
Some sent glares her way, some just ignored her, some sent snide remarks, she
was dragged into the great hall by Viktor, who sat her across the table with
Cedric and Fleur taking up the seats across from them, she felt very tense
being in the middle of this sea of yellow and black, but they were at least
just ignoring her- the Ravenclaws had seemed to have sided with Ron's
assessment, if there comments were anything to go on.
Herbology with Hufflepuff was again rather quiet from the puff side, Hermione,
Lavender and Parvati were starting to get flak from the other Gryffindors for
supporting her, she hoped- that the girls hope was well placed, the idea
something new would drive there attention elsewhere, at least that was how Lav
the gossip guru put it as happening.
Care of magical creatures had the Blast ended skrewts needing to be walked,
though they all seemed to just drag the student in charge of them instead.
Potions that day was by far the worst, Draco had decided to go after Ron in
potions before Snape entered the class, for being a poor savage who would turn
on his own family if it gave him a Knut , seeing as he turned on Harry that
easily.
Well in his fucking haste to hit the boy with a spell, Ron instead hit Harry in
the nose, causing her glasses to get flung off to the side as the stunner broke
her nose in a rather morbid splash of blood that soaked into Hermiones shirt.
When she fell off her stool was the exact moment moment Snape entered the
classroom.
Malfoy quickly spoke up and said that Ron attacked Harry unprovoked, Seamus
countered he was aiming at Malfoy- for being a git, which earned him a
detention and Ron five, and also minus seventy five points.
The death glare at Harry by Ron made it clear to anyone watching he blamed her
for that and not, ya know- Malfoy.
Hermione had retrieved her glasses and all there bags as Parvati and Lavender
helped carry Harry to the hospital wing, and also try not to let her bleed all
over everything so much.
Madam Pompfrey was able to correct the nose easy enough, and was forced to give
the girl a blood replenishing potion.
Mind you Harry was out cold almost as soon as the stunner hit her nose.
When she does wake up, Hermione is of course there- and damn it, so is Colin
Creevey. who has been tasked to bring her to a press event for the tournament,
a wand weighing whatever the fuck, she didn't feel like caring.
She is still feeling weak and according to Hermiones hand mirror that she keeps
in her bag since the Basilisk incident, looks about as pale as the Hogwarts
ghosts.
She figured all she had to do now was learn to float and be see thru, and next
death day party of Sir Nicholas she would fit right the hell in.
The other champions had moved to her side in concern when she dragged her pale
ass through the tents door for the wand weighing, there was that bagman
asshole,some fucker with a camera, and a bitch, well she was first just a
woman- then her attempts to drag Harry into a broom closet for a interveiw made
her elevated to bitch.
She refused the interview, and Krum got defensive over how petulent the blonde
woman was being over the obviously ill girl declining a interview, as had
hermione- who stayed on Madam pompfreys instructions to make sure she took it
easy, else she would have to come back and skip the event.
That skeeter woman however just gave them a smirk as Mr Ollivander with the
four other judges entered the tent.
The only interesting thing the wand weighing taught her was Fleurs wand had a
hair of her grandmother powering it, this of course made harry comment that was
awesome, and that made Fleur blush and hug her.
It seemed other people found that weird, or that was at least the impression
Harry got.
After the event, the other champions and Hermione escorted her back to the
hospital, where after another dose of blood replenishing potion, passed out for
the night- ya know after Pompfrey shooed her friends away.
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Harry was rather furious when she made her way to the great hall the next
morning- or was it her heading from? man blood replenishing potions fucked with
your head. That Skeeter bitch's article was implying she was using her new
found feminine charms to seduce Cedric, Viktor and Fleur, because of course she
was pretty enough to seduce a half-veela, while she didn't outright say it- her
comments of touching each of them and whispering and them laughing apparently
gave that reporter the impression she was doing that, and that she was
succeeding.
Admittedly, she was rather low on blood at the time and didn't remember much,
she likely looked drugged up too and she wondered if that was the next days
headline.
This however was the point the other students started calling her a a variety
of things implying she was both a lesbian and a slut, and a scarlet woman,
skank, whore, tramp, floozy, hussy, tart, harlot and hooker.
and that was just the fucking gossip she could hear coming off the Ravenclaw
and Gryffindor tables that also didn't go after her looks.
If this was what it felt like to be loved, other people could fucking keep it.
The other champions looked about as pleased as she did, she kept eyeing the
bowl of oatmeal that Ivan was eating and wondered if anyone would try and stop
her if she tried drowning herself in one of her own, and sadly she thought they
all would, at least at the Hufflepuff table- given the chance she suspected Ron
would hold her down, well after she made some lie on where the 'real' harry was
of course.
Harry had trouble caring about her classes with all the negativity directed at
her, Fleur and Viktor had corralled Harry and Cedric into the corner of the
library to announce that, there first task would be dragons. Fucking great.
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After a potions lesson a few days later, Snape had asked her to stay behind
after class just before Dinner, causing Ron and a few others to let out a
snicker, least it was the last class of the day.
He made sure that everyone had left with a few spells to make sure they were
the only ones there before he led her back into his office, the door was
spelled heavily, including silencing charms, locks, locking spells and anti-
animagus charms.
"How.. are you fairing child?" he said in a rather concerned tone, the girl
looked haggard, the black under her eyes told him lack of sleep.
He supposed the crying and sobbing and moving to sit and curl against him was
all the answer he needed at the moment.
when she was ready, she started recalling all that had been happening.
Snape wished he could get away with murdering a student, not like Ron Weasley
had some great future in line, or was the last of a family line- but of course
he would be missed, at least by his family-unfortunately.
So he did all he could do right now and comforted her.
She had looked up at him and he sighed, having many questions, and thinking
most of them were not ones he could answer easily if at all.
"I know you want to stay like this, dear Niece, but I am afraid we must venture
back out into the world under the veils of our masks" he said sincerely.
"Do.. you know who put my name in the Goblet.. or that id be facing dragons?"
Mirabelle asked, because in these private moments she could be Mirabelle again,
felt nice not to be under the weight of Harry Potter, at least for a little.
"No, and It has not come to my attention who it is, and under.. Moodys watchful
eye, it has been a bit hard to discover who that might be." he brushed a bit of
her hair aside "As for how to deal with a Dragon, as I understand it- your only
meant to be retrieving a object from it- and you are a Seeker"
She had been learning to summon objects in charms, her eyes flashed in thought
as she moved to her feet, straightening herself out "Thank you professor" she
did a bow and curtsy Narcissa would be proud of and hurried out of the room.
Hermione was waiting at the entrance to the dungeons for her and pulled her
aside "you've been crying.. what did he say? what did he do?" she asked quickly
and defensively.
"He.. remarked.. i had been doing better lately.. and was... checking to make
sure my book wasent altered, that I wasn't cheating.. and the.. weight of
everything just.. made me cry and he sent me out in disgust.." She hated lying
but, it was a half lie, or maybe one fourth of a lie?
Hermione hugged her regardless "Do.. you need anything from me?"
"I need to get good enough to summon my broom from the castle- to wherever the
first tasks taking place..." Hermione nodded to that and the two of them
entered and moved to where the other champions sat at the Hufflepuff table.
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The four champions and Hermione were seen in the Library together- it having
been confirmed by the fan-girls that tracked Victors presence, many didn't
understand why the other champions stayed close to this obvious rule breaker,
others used skeeters argument that Harry's new found female body and Narccissa
Malfoy's lessons turned her into some bi-sexual siren
Lavander and Parvati would show up at times- but really would only pick Fleurs
brain for french fashion tips and makeup questions.
Fleur talked a bit about her little sister Gabrielle when it was just the two
of them, Harry felt a pang of jealousy for the absolute love fleur oozed about
the girl, but it was a nice conversation otherwise, besides ducking questions
about her home life.
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As the first task approached her mastery of the summoning spell got better, but
she got the feeling deep down that simply bringing it in and flying off were
gonna be alot harder then she thought it was gonna be, not to mention her worry
about what the other champions would end up doing, they had not actually
discussed strategy with each other, in fact the only reason that harry got away
with practicing that spell right under there noses was it had been the current
lesson, it seemed a unwritten rule between the four they were going to keep
each other in the dark for strategy.
The day of the task, they had been brought to a tent.
They had been given athletic looking clothes with there names on the back like
jerseys, and then in came Mr Crouch and the other judges who watched as they
picked there dragon, and of course she got the meanest and biggest looking
fucker of the lot, why would her life start being easy now?
She had left her firebolt on her bed and her window open to try and make this
Easier, but between dodging the rather pissed off Dragon, and waiting for her
broom to arrive took ages, the tail on this fucker was sharp- was the first
thought as it bit into her right arm barely as it tried to use it to impale her
just before her broom arrived.
What didn't take ages was getting on the broom and flying up.
The Plan was to do a loop around and skim in and grab the golden egg and fly
off, what actually happened was the chain holding the beast in the arena
snapped like a toothpick and the dragon chased after her in a attempt to eat
her alive, or burn her out of the fucking sky, so she flew up in a loop- had
she been trailing smoke she would have made a spirial up- it was so the dragon
had to try harder to hit her with bouts of flame or the snap of its jaws.
She had not gone up in a straight line, so she found herself over one of the
nearest mountains when she took a steep dive, the Hungarian Horntail taking a
bite out of the air beside her before it dived after her.
She was heading at almost top speed towards the peak of the nearest mountain
she could, the angry roar was one of the only indications it was still back
there, the sound of the wind blowing past her head muffling most every other
sound.
Skimming close to the peaks tip as she flew down the mountains surface made her
rather alert to pain in her left shin.
It had left a sudden shock to her system as she felt her leg drag across the
rough rocks and stone surface, a crash was heard behind her as she pulled up a
bit, looking back behind her in time to dodge a bit of flying stone.
It seemed the dragon wasn't able to slow itself in time, nor was it able to
adjust itself to skim the surface like she had.
No, it had quite clearly smashed into the plateau of the peak and was slowly
rolling down the mountain face, she wondered if it had just died, or simply
rendered itself unconscious.
She didn't take any more time then that however to fly back and pick up the egg
on a flyby of the stadium, there was some cheering all around.
When she looked at her left leg, it was absolutely dripping blood from the
large skid mark where she scrapped the skin off, she stayed on her broom till
madam Pompfrey got to her, because as she predicted she collapsed trying to put
any pressure on her leg at all and had to be floated on a stretcher back to the
castle after the wounds were staunched.
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As it turned out most of the Gryffindors that had been siding with Ron till now
broke away from his negative outlook to embrace there champion, the Hufflepuffs
had to admit the idea that task one was combating dragons made them more warm
to her presence, she was competing with folks more skilled then her, and yet
she managed it.
Slytherin of course had surprisingly stayed neutral while Ravenclaw stuck to
there previous thoughts on the matter.
Apparently the fickle bunch that was Gryffindor broke out in a party when her
pale white ass limped its way through the portrait hole and into the common
room with hermiones help, except for a few noticeable absences- which quickly
included herself and Hermione, who stressed that Pomprey had said needed more
bed rest, and who harry enforced the idea of not looking forwards to the idea
of being locked back in the hospital wing, it seemed to amuse the masses of her
house enough to let her pass.
She let slip to Hermione that the only one she truly still trusted in the house
was her, in a rare moment when they were alone in there dorm.
Of course she answered 'well your like a sister to me, you said so yourself?,
or was it me?- at this point it doese't matter'
Harry was caught in thoughts of her father, the supposed dark lord, was it true
her aparent loss was what drove him to attack muggles, and muggleborns.. those
that opposed him?
Would there be reason left in him, or was she going to be forced to choose?
Her answer was muffled in contentment, as Hermione sat behind her and tried to
teach her how to braid ones own hair as well as brush it, in the hopes when
harry had use of her arm fully again she may attempt it with her.
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Professor McGonagall had pulled Harry aside, who was still somewhat Injured
from the first trial and informed her of the roll champions would take in the
yule ball(opening dances, Requiring a date for that purpose, wearing a pretty
gown in her case)- which she assured the younger girl would be announced and
posted in the common rooms by the time she got up to them.
When the Yule ball had been announced she found herself surprised, Victor had
asked her to accompany him.
But that wasn't what surprised her- what did was how many other Boys of all
ages had asked her to accompany them.
She of course politely declined them all.
She had found out from Lavender and her connections to the gossip mill that
most the boys thought her Victor were only friends, since they had never been
caught kissing in public like any normal couple, she neglected to comment that
Vic did ask- but she got her answer as to what that something Lavender and
Parvati had wanted from her was.
They had the dream to open a Salon when they graduated. As it turned out seed
money wasn't an issue, nor was a space to start up- no what they wanted was a
spokeswoman as it were- and has Harry was likely one of the most famous witches
in the world, them doing her makeup and hair for the ball would showcase there
talents to the world, especially if she started saying they were the only two
besides herself she let do her makeup and hair.
They brought out all kinds of papers and business plans that they wouldn't be
able to do till years in the future.
While in classes Lavender and Parvati seemed to skirt by on gossip and barely
acceptable grades- it seemed more to Harry that if it was lack of interest that
led to the poor marks at this point.
That was when she remembered few transfiguration lessons, few charms and some
potions that one could consider beauty products that they scored higher then
Hermione on- and everyone seemed to think were dumb luck.
Speaking of Hermione, she seemed to be so in awe at the other girls meticulous
planning, she didn't notice she just agreed to Harry's prompt that they should
do Hermiones hair and makeup as well until it was too late.
On the grounds that Harry would want her best friend to get the best treatment
as well, and it would increase visibility of there skills if more then one
witch was sporting there work.
That and Harry knew Hermiones grasp on these beauty spells was at a practical
level at best.
They had a practice sessions that saturday to get an idea of the the exact look
both girls wanted- but also suited there dresses.
It seemed they weren't incorrect in Parvati and Lavenders skill with these
sorta spells, it seemed almost unmatched, and the planing on what each girl
needed, meant they could time manage better to make sure all four of them would
look dazzling.
As it turned out they got the idea of such close time management tactics, from
how Hermione treated exam studies.
Hermione and Harry in one of the rare moments it was just them had confided
there dates to each other.
Turns out Neville had asked Hermione.
It seemed the Yule Ball was going to be a good one, unless luck somehow fucked
her over again.
Chapter End Notes
     Noticing a pattern where I seem to keep posting longer and longer
     chapters, which I hope everyone enjoys.
***** A Magical Yule. *****
'Harry' had been pleasantly surprised.
The there was a week left until yule and since she had been successful in the
task, it seemed everyone had decided to fuck off and leave her alone, which had
lead to the champions doing a tour of all the great hall tables but Slytherin,
Ivan glaring so hard at that boy who was offensive to his friends friend that
he stopped trying to get close to say sorry.
Even Ron was laying off his shit lately, he still was glaring and staying away,
but she would take that over his earlier attacks against her.
Hermione had discovered House Elves, and the fact they were magically
indentured servants- she thought of it more like slavery, Harry resolved to ask
Narcissa more about it when she could, and remind them to not treat there other
elves like Dobby.
So the older champions were in class, Hermione was likely down in the kitchens
arguing with creatures that dident seem to want the rights she wanted to give
them, and she was studying alone in the Library when a shadow was cast over her
book, and she looked up to the face of Draco Malfoy, looking like whatever he
was doing here was a bother.
"So, when am I going to pick you up for the ball?" his gaze looked somewhat
disinterested if she was being honest with herself.
"Excuse me?" She raised an eyebrow and he looked at her.
"Don't play dumb, the Yule Ball- when do you want me to pick you up?, I want to
be a little early personally." he sniffed a bit as he looked at her.
"I'm not going to the yule ball with you Malfoy." she was about to go back to
her book when the shocked outburst happened.
"Of course you are!, who else would take you?- besides mother would expect me
to escort you to keep you from doing anything inappropriate." he was staring
now, and she wanted to hit him with a book.
"I dont do things like that"She growled a bit as her voice got louder as she
narrowed her eyes. "You never said a thing, your mother never said a thing, and
Someone else did ask me!" she snapped back at him, begining to pack up her
stuff
"Because it was expected, you are not going there with anyone but me!" she knew
that old bat of a librarian was gonna be on there ass soon if they kept this up
so she slung her bag over her shoulder and stormed out, well of course blondie
followed, gtabbing her arm and turning her roughly around to face him.
"Storming off before you answer is impolite!"
"So is assuming your going to go to the ball with me when you haven't said a
god damn word to me all fucking year so far, not a 'hi', not a 'how are you',
not a 'would you mind accompanying me to this upcoming ball'. No words at all
about it, you just act like a entitled little shit about it"
"When mother he-" She cut off his retort swiftly "When she hears you said
nothing to me but expected this shes gonna think your an Idiot." she turned to
leave when he grabbed her arm again, she was done with being touched
"So who ARE yo-" he was cut off again but this time by the fact she turned and
slapped him as hard as she could, her hand throbbed in pain, damn his bony ass
cheek, but he found himself off balance rather quickly.
He let her leave this time, standing there in shock.
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Theo couldn't help but fall out of his chair laughing when Draco had turned up
to the common room with a big red hand print on his cheek.
Well to be fair, he did that after he told him, Greg and Vince what had
happened- and merlin bless them even they thought not talking to a girl at all
but expecting her to go with you was stupid.
That was when his date Daphne showed up with Millie and pansy.
Pansy practicality threw herself at the boy as a possible date option the
moment she saw the hand outline, and he accepted, Blaise came over to proclaim
how much better he was at getting girls then Malfoy was cause he had yet to be
slapped.
When Daphne asked later when they were- well more alone what had happened, she
couldn't help but grip the bridge of her nose at Draco's idiocy.
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When Harry returned to her the dorm she found Hermione on her bed, staring at a
red mark on her forearm crying.
she quickly moved in and took a breath "want to tell me what happened?"
"it was Ron... he thought.. he thought no one else would ask me to the ball..
and..he suddenly remembered that I was a girl, and when i said no, I had a
date, he.. grabbed my arm and snapped at me I didn't have to lie cause I was
hanging out with you all the time." she sniffled and rested her head on Harrys
shoulder, who started to play with the girls hair a bit.
"Ron has been nothing but a dangerous brute for a while now... back.. when he..
made you cry in first year, he didn't think going after to warn you was a thing
we should do... I was always... surprised you hung out with us." harry admitted
softly
"Put up with him mostly for the sake of you.. and I never had any friends
growing up, thought this was how they acted...." she sniffled a bit.
"I had been hoping he would.. smarten up soon, but i doubt I'l ever be his
friend again at this point." Harry shrugged and hugged the girl again "suppose
its you and me now, the Gryffindor duet."
Hermione giggled a bit at that and the both of them flopped back onto the bed,
looking up at the ceiling of it and her pushing Harry back with her.
"Malfoy just came up to me assuming that I was going with him" she admited
"What, Malfoy?, how did he come to that conclusion?" she glanced towards harry.
"he assumed his mother would match our robes and expect him to accompany me,
she said shit on it- and that was literally the first thing he said to me all
year."
"So what did you do?"
"Slapped him with all my might."
Hermione giggled "Feels good to hit him right?"
"That it does" harry smiled.
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The rest of the week had been uneventful, and as the sun started to rise on
yule, Harry and Hermione found themselves woken rather early Christmas day- and
they all had gifts pilled at the ends of there beds, guess the house elves
didnt want gifts stolen if they left em in a pile in the common rooms, seeing
as so many students stayed.
Harry had gotten Hermione a new Quill set, and she got her a book of more
advanced defense spells.
The dorm mates all exchanged candy in one form or another
Draco had given her a bar of honeydukes best chocolate.
She had given him one as well, but not before she shaped it into a hand that
was molded to look like it was fliping the person off who opened the box (She
was still mad at him.)
Mrs Malfoy gave her a manners book, and Mr Malfoy a book on pure-blood
genealogy, she wondered if this was a joke set of gifts from them or if she was
actually gonna be made to read the damn things.
The new cauldron and instruments for precise potion brewing had no name on
them, but it didn't take a genius to figure it out who it was from.
Hermione and her were missing the usual Weasley jumper, so they both figured
that they were no longer welcome at the burrow at any rate by that happening.
Breakfast looked normal, and they lounged for a while after, Lav and Parvati
however had started to get everything ready for them- announcing that after
lunch they were gonna begin there makeovers.
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She looked like one of those story book princesses, Cinderella perhaps.
The gown had a bit of puff to the skirt and came with gloves that went past her
elbow, the whole thing was different shades of white. there was lace in some
places, and what appeared to be some clear crystals attached in some places,
her hair was up with several more of those crystals hanging from whatever they
wrapped her hair around to get it into a somewhat tight bun.
She kept the Cinderella comment to herself because they may think glass
slippers were a good thing and the next thing she knows- crippled feet!
Hermiones dress was more.. modern looking in a pretty Pink, Parvati wore a
traditional Red East Indian garb- so she said, girl could say they wore burlap,
and for all Harry would know about that part of the world meant she would
believe the girl would be right.
Lavander wore a rather deep green gown, she wondered when those girls had time
to do there own makeup when they spent so much time making there projects
cleaned up.
She had to leave to go meet her date elsewhere a half hour before the ball was
to begin, when she left no one was in the common room but McGonagall, who
escorted her to where the durmstrang students were, since she had to enter with
them.
When Victor found her, the Cinderella comparison was apt, he looked like prince
charming had a cape wrapped somewhat over one shoulder.
With the fur on it in places he maybe looked like a more Rural prince charming
as they linked arms.
When they entered, she clearly heard Ron "Cheating Slag cleans up well." she
made no attempt to look him out, and they walked on, moving up to the head
table, which she supposed tonight was the champions table.
When her eyes found Ron, his dress robes were a feathered monstrosity that
looked like a Patchwork of garbage cloth scraps that would beg for being burned
if someone ever enchanted them to talk, his hair looked like he rolled out of
bed- and he seemed to have brought his little sister to the ball with him.
She hoped they weren't really that kinda purebloods and Ginny was the pity
option to not look like a complete fool showing up alone.
Her eyes also found Pansy firmly attached to a miserable Draco Malfoy.
Lavander was with Dean, Seamus was with Parvati, and Hermione with Neville all
at a table.
At the Champions table, Cedric was with Cho Chang- the Ravenclaw Quidditch
teams seeker, And somehow Ivan had roped Fleur into going with him.
Victor was seated to her left, and Fleur to her right, Ivan on the other side
of her, then it went Cedric and Cho to fill out the table.
The meal went fine, then there was the first dance- As soon as she had been
healthy to walk from her first task McGonagall made her take so many extra
hours dancing so she wouldn't be a laughing stock.
Her dance with Victor was fun, so she then danced with Cedric when he asked to
switch partners, a and then ivan as each one got a chance to dance with each
others date, but retired back to the table to talk and recover before they
would dance more- the night was young still and was being absolutely perfect.
Until it wasn't.
While recovering at the champions table as it was now, somewhere above her a
bucket flipped over.
And suddenly gallons of blood was dropped on her head, splashing right and left
as it slopped down on her.
It soaked her head to toe- good bit hit Fleur, good bit also hit Victor.
And surprisingly there was no laughter to this, there was the sound of a few
people throwing up though as she was getting to her feet.
The boys were all mortified it was blood dropped, maybe there would be laughing
if it had been green slime or something else.
The real gasps came from the girls- most guessed that was something Mrs malfoy
got the girl- and likely cost a fortune- as you could not easily magic away
blood, it always left stains, and she was soaked.
The blood soaking off her made her stumble and fall off the slightly raised
platform where the head table was kept.
"Look at the Cheating Slag!, she cheated her way into being a Champion just for
fame, and now look at It! " Ron had stepped up, a malicious glint in his eyes
as he pointed at her, everyone gave the boy some distance, the teachers had not
responded quite yet as Ron quite quickly found a fist in his jaw causing him to
drop like a sack of potatoes.
Her glasses were also blood covered in places, so she had a hard time seeing
anything clearly, it looked like Victor was sitting on Ron and repeatedly
punching the bastard in the face, the vague image of two other red heads trying
to kick Victor off Ron turned into a sea of Durmstang dress robes all piling on
the fight.
Something was pulling her to her feet and she turned in time to see her ruin
Hermiones dress too as the girl speed walked her out of the room about the time
the boom of teachers voices came in around the location of the fight.
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Ron sat glowering in the headmasters office, holding ice to a black eye, that
asshole Quidditch star had broke his nose also and knocked out a tooth, that
had been easy enough to fix, but the other bruises were another matter.
As Professor dumbledore entered and sat down as he spoke "Am i right to assume
Mr Weasley, that the.. sheep's blood was your doing?, I have to wonder why you
would target your friend?"
Course he had seen Ron giving the girl hell- he remembered those looks of
absolute hate from james days- and addressed to snape.
But this boy was stupid.
"Everyone else i told thinks I'm Loony, but that isent my friend, doesn't act
like Harry, certainly doesn't look like HIM, I think it was some plan by the
Malfoys to get all our secrets" he waits a moment for the headmaster to call
him crazy too.
"I.. have my own suspicions of.. several theory s, including harry being..
swapped with a inexperienced shape shiftier, there hasent been any solid
evidence to go about trying to prove myself however, so I have just been
keeping an.. eye on this miss potter." he gave the boy a Innocent looking
smile, but inside he was happy to have someone available to help him get rid of
the Riddle bitch if he could just prod him right, boy was so so stupid compared
to his brothers.
"Great, find someone who believes me, and I,m going to get expelled!" Ron
growled.
"I find I'm not planing on expeling you yet Mr weasley, because I'm going to
need you to help me keep an eye on.. miss potter, but you will find.. you will
be serving detention with proffessor McGonagall till the end of term- at her
request" he said calmly, making Ron calm too.
"We need to do something about the impostor sooner, rather then later
headmaster, I mean- who knows what they are doing to Harry!" Ron implored.
"We have no idea who may have them, where he is, or if he was even still alive
Mr weasley. This is the sad reality of the situation, and I find my self
begging a apology from you. Id have told you to get close to them again if I
knew you and I had the same theory, as it stands we will find it impossible for
you to.. fit back in, unless we find the real harry unharmed." he looked at Ron
over the top of his glasses, if he was fishing he would be reeling the poor
bastard in at this point.
Ron let out a sigh and nodded "I'l.. keep an eye on her headmaster, let you
know if I found anything else out, if it comes to a point we can.. rescue harry
you would let me help right?"
"Of course, now if anyone asks, this was you trying to out prank your brothers,
and your.. shouting was because unlike them, you received no laughs- now off
you go my boy" Dumbledore gave a smile, that turned more sinister after the boy
left.
That stupid bastard was gonna murder her if he really needed that evil bitch
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The dance had been called off, and Harry sat in her shower in shock, she
refused to let the others in, so she sat there on the tiles as the blood
swirled down the drain with the water.
She really wanted to add her blood to the mix, but there was no way she could
sneak the knife in, not with her dormmates knocking on the door every five
minutes to make sure she was ok.
She so wanted to tell them to fuck off, but it was out of concern- well in one
respect, the other two likely only saw her as a model that got fucked over.
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Everyone could tell she was miserable the next day, and she stayed rather
withdrawn through classes till at the end of the day after dinner.
Fleur dragged her off for some as she put it 'Girl champion time.' and led her
up to what she knew as a prefects bathroom from the twins throwing at Percy a
few times last year there idea that he should bring another prefect- Penelope
Clearwater there.
well, apparently Fleurs idea of relaxing was a naked bubble bath with another
girl, Fleur was a very pretty girl, and said harry was as well- but she
wondered a few things, if she was being polite as the first, if this was a
french thing, if this was a girl thing, or if this was solely a Fleur thing.
Also wondered if it was ok to.. appricate the female form in her new body, but
thats cause she couldn't not, other girl was talking about her day and trying
to engage her the very least.
Beside the towels that Fleur brought and there bags and clothes was Fleurs egg-
they all had been trying to crack what it said inside there having opened one
after another and maybe heard they were all the same ear piercing shrieks of
hell, but none of them had managed to figure out exactly what it said yet.
Her mind returned to the nakedness problem before her.
The very least Fleur was unafraid to be naked in her presence. When she got out
and picked up a towel she knocked her egg into the water where it opened on the
bottom of the tub and something of a melody seemed to be playing from in the
water, when Harry put her head underwater to retrieve it she pulled her head up
right away.
"Its saying words!, not the screeching" before Harry dunked her head back in,
and despite being mostly dry, Fleur dropped back into the water to get a better
listen as well.
Well the clue was one that was quick to understand, an hour in a body of water,
looking for a lost item they cherished.
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It was the next morning before they got a chance to tell the boys to take a
bath with there egg as it would help.
Hermione was already trying to help her figure the clue out more completely,
with Neville listening while he was reading a book he got on plants given to
him by Professor Moody- he gave her the idea of Gillyweed.
She said she knew where to get some, but wouldn't let them know.
she secretly sent a message to Snape telling him of her need of Gillyweed by
passing him a note with her homework.
One of the times he was leaving his private stores he saw her hiding, but
didn't acknowledge he did- so she 'snuck' in and 'stole' the Gillyweed within
moments of him returning, ignoring the idea he saw her at all- for both there
safety's.
Now all she had to do was practice spells she could cast underwater with some
success.
Things were going up again.
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Until they weren't, somehow- SOMEONE sighted the two female champions entering
the prefects bathroom together and told that skeeter whore, who was implying
they were two timing there Bulgarian dates with each other.
And so that morphed back into Harry being the top and Fleur the bottom, or how
she was three or four timing, Hermione- first with Vic, then Fleur- and of
course Cedric got dragged back into the mess as if she was sleeping with them
all and not mindful of say- Cho Chang.
There were now alot of lewd comments going on about maybe taking them for a
ride next- or things to that effect- as if she was the school broomstick.
Merlin she was gonna see if Lucius or the blacks owned that damn paper to have
that cunt fired.
she had a few quick moments of imagining murdering her, but felt a bit ill
afterwords, was that normal for members of her family? or was she just.. being
actually normal, to the woman who kept attacking her in the papers.
There had not been any hate mail.. as she feared, but she wondered if something
was stopping it, or if the fact she stopped voldemorts blood bath last time
gave her just enough leeway to avoid it.
Fuck she just wanted to go back and hide in her room at Malfoy manor, she was
already so tired of playing the Potter they all wanted, she just wanted out of
the spotlight.
Maybe it wasn't the potter they all wanted, if the lewd comments were anything
to go by.
Did all womans head swim in emotions and thoughts like this, or was she just
that fucked?
Would that water to rum spell Seamus used in first year work for her, or would
it blow up like it had for him?- Would it make her drunk like real rum or not?.
These were the questions she had in her mind that night.
***** The Second task sucks as much as the first *****
It had become rather evident, that the black lake was likely going to to be the
place the second task took place in.
And it was gonna take something from each of them they valued, but was rather
vague.
Mostly cause the stupid song mentions the damn thing- and the logistics of
moving that many students to any other body of water and keeping them concealed
while they watched would be a logistical nightmare.
Harry had gone back to the prefects bathroom to practice a few spells
underwater- thankfully stunners were a good and easy thing to cast in the
water.
She had remembered that Narcissa had gotten her a swimsuit- it was likely going
to be one of those one piece things from years ago- well that was what she
thought, apparently swimsuits turned out to be progressive as fuck, it was a
two piece fucking bikini that she only tried on in front of Hermione- the girl
thought it was nice, it was black with red stripes and skimpy as hell.
She felt so very very exposed in it- Hermione realized that really quickly when
Harry broke down and started crying, before she helped Harry into normal
clothes and then proceeded to trying to transfigure it into something she had
worn when she was younger.
The wet suit it became was black and looked like it had red racing stripes at
places.
It also looked like a one piece shorts and t-shirt combo, and Harry thanked
fuck for that.
The other thing may be something she wears later, if the spell was removed-
good thing it will turn into that skimpy ass thing anyways, instead of doing
this with a sheet and having to wear nothing but that..
she had at least one nightmare of someone missing a finite and shes suddenly
just in a sheet in front of the school.
That would be more Rons thing to try then anyone else, but he just seemed to be
staring creepily these days.
It actually was a reason she considered the possibility the wetsuit would
suddenly turn back, the idea he would do it in hopes of embarrassing her in
front of the school.
Also made her feel paranoid.
It seemed like a stupid thing to suddenly pop into her head, but Hermione had
noticed her being self conscious and what it was doing to her- if being within
earshot of there schoolmates didn't clue her in already.
Between being a champion, her 'peers' continued comments and her schoolwork-
she was a high strung bundle of nerves.
Everyday her mind was distracted by questions, from when will they leave me
alone to How hermione would take her dad being the Dark fucking Lord, or if she
could convince him to not kill or hurt muggleborns, and it spiraled into
thought after thought from there that didn't help her at all.
All of the thoughts of daddy also brought up questions of when to tell certain
people who he was, and if that would backfire spectacularly.
None of this was helped by the fact that Lav, Parvati and Hermione all seemed
to hover, so she had no time with her knife, since they were worried- it seemed
she bonded with the other girls to make them all friends as weird as it
sounded.
It had come up that before Harry joined them in the dorm, that it was Hermione
and them, and now they all seemed one front- mind you she still felt Lavender
and Parvarti were doing it more on a business sense then anything, but she
figured that would likely stay a while.
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By the time the second task arrived, she wanted the fucking year to be over.
She wondered if this time that giant fucking squid would try and eat her and
she would have to fight that this time instead of a dragon.
Her choice of swimwear as it were made her stand out compared to Fleur- who was
wearing this, well assuming Harry guessed right, trendy silver one piece
backless suit, and that meant that all the boys were staring at her instead,
all the girls were all focused on Victor and even Cedric in there trunks and
the undershirts they were wearing, only Fleur didn't have her name on anything,
and Harry was thankful of that, only material back there meant that would have
been plastered on her ass.
Hermione saw her off just before the start, and Fleurs parents and sister had
come up and met her as well, which actually made her question what they took as
they set up at the starting line.
Harry and Hermione had quickly guessed three out of four of the relationships
that would be missed, Cho for Cedric, Fleur's sister-Gabrielle, Hermione for
her.
Only problem with this would be who would victor rescue, except maybe Ivan?
It kinda left a slight gap because everyone would assume she would be what he
missed most, but there they were- the ones that would be missed cheering them
on.
So what the fuck did they actually take?
Moody leaned in and told her to put the gillyweed in her mouth, chew and
swallow... how the hell did he know she had it?,
and she did, but suddenly found herself unable to breath as the starter cannon
was fired and the other three champions dived in- she was pushed in
unceremoniously by Moody.
The water was murky, and the fact her fingers and toes were now webbed caused
her a moment to realize, and the gills, she assumed that was why her body was
drowning at the surface for a moment- god she hopped this lasted just long
enough for her to reach where she needed to go and not make her a fish person
forever.
She saw glimpses of the other champions briefly before they disappeared into
the aquatic plant life in the lake, luckily no signs of the giant squid either,
it was giving the champions a wide birth.
What weren't giving them much space were Grindylows, as each champion seemed to
have some following them, except her- she noted with relief as she moved
towards the side she knew was the deepest part of the lake from talks with
Hagrid
When she started seeing what looked like underwater ruins as she slipped
towards the deepest depths on the far side of the lake.
Seemed to her that they moved in and built up a village in the underwater
ruins, and they all watched her curiously, alot of them were armed with
tridents.
 
In the center of the village were four boxes that seemed to be tethered to the
lake bottom as well as to a balloon above it with letters on four sides that
she knew to be there initials, her eyes looked about for signs of the other
champions.
She was a bit surprised the mer-people were willing to let outsiders into there
village, when she got to the balloons and ropes, she noticed hers was uneven
compared to the others, making her wonder what they put into it to make the
weigh so much?
This was when Krum swam in and bit his rope- he had made himself half shark, at
least if that was transfiguration, swimming up after the balloon.
Cedric was next, tapping his watch as he looked at her and blasting his rope
and using the balloon to pull himself to the surface, he had a bubble over his
lips- some charm no doubt.
She blasted hers and took hold of the balloon- but it seemed her weight and the
balloons was enough to weigh it down.
That was when the Grindylows swarmed her, using there tentacles and hands to
hold on, as they also began biting at her, causing the water around her to
tinge red, She wasn't sure what spell she used in her panic- but it hit them,
and they released her to circle around her and the ever increasing tinge of red
around her when she felt the the gillyweed begin to reverse itself.
She stayed in that panic as she grabbed Fleurs balloon as well as her own,
severing that ones line- much to the displeasure of the merfolk who had moved
in to stop her only too late- she ascended quickly, leaving a streak of red
behind her.
Once at the surface she was quickly pulled along to the docks and platforms by
magic.
She was very sleepy but forces herself awake.
Her box is retreived and opened by Hermione, and her photo album that Hagrid
gave her of the Potters was pulled out- she realizes by the fact it was
dripping when pulled out.
That the box filled with water somehow, Cedric has a photo frame with a woman
in it holding a toddler.
During there talks she knows his mother has passed on and assumes that must be
one of a few photos he has of them together.
Fleur had pulled a brush out of her box that had inlays of what looked like
gold and ivory- it was likely extremely old and been in the family generations.
Her eyes at last went back to Hermione who by her grimace as she looked at the
album, was finding one or more of the pictures damaged or destroyed as Madam
Pomfrey staunched her wounds.
The Durmstrang students were screaming in delight and that's when to her horror
she noticed what prize Victor had removed from his box.
It was the pair of her panties Hermione had got her as a joke- ones she didn't
mention she had them to anyone because that defeats the purpose of calling them
unmentionables.
They were black with big red lips with the tongue sticking out on them on them-
the logo for the Rolling Stones.
She had sent them for her birthday by owl with a card saying she needed these.
One of the friends of Victor had snatched them and was holding em up clearly
for the school to see what they were.. she had named all his friends who
refused to speak in anything but Bulgarian rather generic names- Kevin, luke,
ben.
The one holding onto them right now was Steve.
Hermione looked up from the album sadly out of the corner of Harrys eye, and
then followed her gaze and gasp in surprise.
Well before Harry could say anything, the wet photo album was placed beside her
and Hermione stormed up and pulled the panties out of 'Steve's' grasp and put
them in her pocket to a rather stunned crowd, several gasps coming out of the
audience as the album was picked up again by Hermione as she followed Harry's
stretcher away from the crowd in time to pass out at last.
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She woke up in the infirmary's private room, Madam Pomfrey explained the
Grindylows in the black like to eat flesh that has been festering in the water
for a day- they found that out a number of years ago when a half eaten student
turned up one day.
You would think there would be signs for no swimming.
She had a bandage around her neck, left wrist, and her right calf- they had
been trying to hit a Artery and by some miracle had not actually managed to do
it- the marks were millimeters away from hitting them in some cases- surprised
the hell out of the mediwitch.
She felt other bandages under the nightgown as well, and assumed there were
other bites on her person, she hoped that scars would fuck off and leave her
alone, already hating the one on her forehead.
Dumbledore had showed up, saying that she was awarded second place cause she
got to the grounds first, and left with two champions things, and Fleur had
told her headmistress to allow her that, because of how much the brush meant to
her- he also apologized for her photo albums ruin, as he thought he spelled it
better.
Victor had been first, Cedric was now third and Fleur last- because she had
been knocked out of the tourney early on
She wondered if he thought he was holding his resentment of her back better
then he was actually doing- and if he had arranged for them to try and kill
her, the Grindylows that knocked Fleur out of the race never bit her once.
Cedric confirmed the photo was of him and his mom when he was young, and Fleur
confirmed the brush was supposed to be really old from her fathers side of the
family.
Victor had not made a appearance before Hermione did, she looked stressed to
hell and like she wasn't sleeping now too.
Harry felt responsible and something in Harry cracked and she started crying
and then Hermione started crying, and the two of them lay on her hospital bed
as they hugged.
When Hermione said she had been trying to fix the photos but wasn't able to,
Harry decided she needed to let her know abut her father- admitedly the potions
for pain she was on may have made this choice.
"Hermione... do.. you trust me?" she asked somewhat weakly, causing the girl to
grip her hand firmly and smile.
"Always, and with my life... why?" she gave her a curious look.
"Lock the door.. and put up a silencing spell around us." Harry had whispered,
Hermione frowned a bit at her acting so... odd, but she did as she was asked.
"Are you going to tell me whats going on?" she asked as she sat down next to
her friend.
"I'm.. afraid... of a few things right now... one of which is... if I tell you
a few things, your gonna hate me.." She was looking about ready to cry when she
admitted this.
Hermione held her friend close "Why would I hate you?" she was trying to fathom
what had caused the injured girl beside her to look this broken.
"I found... out some things... last year... that I been afraid to tell you...
and... what happened in the lake... well it made the dread worse.." Harry
sniffled and tried to find the words.
"Have... you ever thought it was weird... I never had a girls name- just in
case?" Harry had said quietly.
"Yes... I have thought that strange." Hermione admitted "Whats.. that got to do
with this?"
"That is because James and Lily didn't know, I was someone else's kid- and a
girl, someone stole me from my parents the day they faked my death... and
murdered my mother.. just because of who my father is.." she waited a moment
for Hermione to ask some question on it but when she just sat there staring at
her she continued.
"I.. saw my godparents contract, did a charm that told me who my uncle was, and
the goblins even.. confirmed that.. because I spent so much time as a boy..
the.. spell used to change me morphed me in several small ways... my magic
reads as.. harry potter and myself, still need glasses.. which I do thinks a
side effect.." she took a breath.
"So.. who is your Mum and Dad?" Hermione finally asked- the question bursting
forth from her lips maybe a bit to eagerly.
"Charlene Snape and Tom Riddle" she said quietly, and waited for her friend to
push herself away in disgust, to curse her for being born to the monster- to
hate and abandon her like she just promised not too.
Instead, the hug just got a bit tighter and so she continued to explain
herself.
"I.. was told.. that.. my names Mirabelle, and that father- well he wasn't
always violent.. but after he... thought I was dead, after mum was dead... he
started listening to the extremists.." she took Hermiones hand and squeezed "No
matter what, you and your friendships more important to me then he is" This
caused Hermiones hand to grip back and she smiles.
"it... looks highly likely that Dumbledore did it... just.. for being his
daughter, if i had not used Fleurs Balloon to get to the surface... I'm pretty
sure id have died if i didn't... something was making my balloon linger there,
instead of floating up like the others did..and then the chain on my dragons
bonds broke... you would think they would enchant them to not do that.."
"You say... Dumbledore did it...does that mean you think he... took you too?"
Hermione was trying to wrap her head around the information, making Harry nod
"The goblins said the Enchantment was very strong and difficult.. explains why
he lets me nearly get killed all the time... and when he was in here earlier,
the way he talked... looked at me... he seemed disappointed I was alive, but
happy the album was destroyed... the Grindylows didn't bite Fleur.. and Madam
Pomfrey said the ones in the lake like to let there meat rot in the water a
day, and that I was lucky to be alive.." Harry found it hard to not feel tense-
everything about this could go badly, very badly very quickly.
"And... what if.. he doesn't except me in his daughters life?"
Hermione asked at last.
"Then I'l fight him- for your right to exist, then I'l fight Dumbledore for my
own right to exist." she gripped Hermiones hand tighter again before the girl
smiled and spoke.
"We both will Mirabelle, we will." Hermione smiled and Mira weakly rested
against her.
"I.. was... so scared you were gonna... push me away.. " she admitted in a soft
voice.
Hermione Chuckled a bit "But that would make me as bad as some of the other
people, judging someone on who there parents were." Mira sighed at her, damn
logic.
"Still made me worried" Mira persisted.
"Yes well, alot of this is... going to need a bit more of a explanation I
think, all the facts- but your... not really in a frame of mind to do that
well." Hermione moved some of Miras hair behind her ear.
"You and your damn flow charts." she teased.
Hermione moved and undid the silencing charms and the lock on the door, and
within five minutes Pomfrey was there shooing Hermione so harry could get her
rest.
She sleept better that night then she had in a few months. that weight of that
secret being lifted felt great. but she knew it wouldn't last.
***** Hello Father. *****
Chapter Notes
     A chapter i think has been waited for long enough.
The pleasant feeling of telling hermione who she was and being accepted for it
lasted about one day after she left the infirmary.
As the day she did- Rita Skeeter put out a new article, Hermione granger using
her womanly ways to try and lure away Victor Krum from a flirty Harry potter
(they omitted anything about her being a lesbian, or any of the other bad shit
they told the paper she was before.)
To paint Harry as the dumb victim who was touched- in the fact she didn't see
her 'best friend' trying to steal away her boyfriend.
Well maybe it was more painting her badly in other ways while completely
absolving Victor of anything.
Hermione Got hate mail for it, piles and piles and piles
Fleur was one of her and Hermiones defenders, as was Cedric- Victors response
however caused a meltdown.
He had said nothing over the previous attempts at slander, or if he had- word
of it never reached Harry.
And she had been purposely been avoiding him and his friends-until he had come
forwards to defend himself to harry, that he wasn't doing what the papers were
Saying he was doing.
He completly ignored the fact the hate mail Hermione was getting.
And when Harry asked him to write the paper to tell them to write he wanted
them to tell everyone to stop tormenting hermione, he said it wasn't his job-
and she slapped him, Cedric and Fleur broke them up and he more a less got
pushed to the Slytherin table with his friends.
Alot of the other tables were of two minds of the situation
The boys could see Harry, Fleur or maybe even Hermione(if only to get to harry)
going to them if they sided with them- or looking noble about it to there
preferred partner in many more cases then the leaches.
The girls, were happy Krum was available again- but that was a small few, many
more were weary of what his attention would bring them with the press and how
he treated girls it seemed.
She still seemed welcome at the other three tables.
That seventh year slytherin was eventually found near the bottom of some stairs
swearing he fell down them, even with punch marks and boot bruises on his body,
rumor had it he said something to Victor about Harry and Krum took out his
anger on him.
Harry was still rather stressed.
Luckily Hermiones hate mail started to tickle down to nothing- Harry had
started to pick it all up and burned it on a regular basis anyways.
Rather shitty like, the hate mail died off only because of a bigger story
caught there attention.
Crouch was found dead on the school grounds, Yay to a memory Harry never
wanted.
He was found when she was going down to Hagrids with Hermione and Neville and
all but tripped over his corpse.
Hermione screamed and neville turned them away in some gentlemanly display and
moved them to Hagrids to tell him what they had found.
According to the Ministry, he died of a fever, or some other common cold like
symptoms- so of course everyone with any form of it, was rushed to the hospital
wing under the claim 'im gonna die like that man did'
Poppy had a fun few weeks of that.
Her weeks weren't all that better, she started getting rather vivid nightmares
about her father, Murdering a muggle.
wandering around as a snake, images of a graveyard.
Fun stuff like that.
Fun stuff indeed.
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The day of the third task was one of the days she just didn't want to wake up
too, felt like her body had gotten on the menstrual cycle that day and ran her
ass over.
But she knew that she wasn't going to be allowed to sleep in any if at all, so
she had a pain potion, freshened up and started her day.
Morning thankfully didn't seem all that bad, but it was looking like the
afternoon/evening of the event was gonna feel worse.
She was at least rather glad that champions had no end of year exams to take,
because the judges had some sort of soul- least she hoped no one would drop
that on her.
She thought at this point the whole tournament was shitty to watch, one event
had them right there watching, one had them looking at water for an hour- and
this one had them looking at miles and miles of hedge mazes.
Hermione found it amusing- but only for the idea that Professor sprout had so
much coffee to finish this off that she now had it in a IV bag under her robes.
Each champion was given a track suit with there names on it and set up at
different opening, the place counts from the other events scores gave them a
minute lead on each person.
Was revealed Moody put the cup in the maze and Harry saw him point in a
direction, but he did that turned away from everyone else and the man smirked
at her about it, was the old Auror actually cheating?
The go signal from the cannon happened and seemed to feel like less then a
minute before Harry was allowed to slip away into the maze as well.
The vines that made up the maze seemed to shift every few minutes, but other
then that- she found nothing,- there wasn't a time limit on this- but she kept
using tempus to give her a basis for progress, it felt like she had been in the
oppressive maze for hours, when it was only thirty minutes, that was what the
place was doing to her, distorting her perception of time.
The first sign that something else was clearing a path ahead of her was the
giant dead Spider laying on its back in the center of the bush room, she hit it
with a stunner from the entrance, to make it twitch, move, the idea of it
starting to move and getting her in the back fresh in her mind.
Second thought was it was being prey for something else hiding there and as
such she moved through carefully.
Nothing happened and a creeping feeling entered her, one that was made manifest
by a girls scream- she chased the sound, coming across a downed Fleur.
Harry was certain the girl was still breathing when she shot up the red sparks
and moved on, leaving her for the aid of the teachers as she did, whatever had
did that to her had knocked her out cold.
The frantic movements of a person were seen in front of her as she entered the
next clearing, there was a stick on the ground she didn't notice, and that's
when victors eyes came into view.
From Moodys lessons she realized very quickly these were the eyes of someone
under the imperious curse, and those eyes seemed to regard her momentarily ,
before the maze shifted again and the path he was looking for opened up and he
was off.
She of course followed him, Victor quickly taking the battle to Cedric.
The back and forth of hexes, curses and shields made her wonder exactly how
much you recalled in terms of skill under the imperious.
She was behind victor who didn't seem to regard her as a threat when she
knocked him on his ass and approached cedric- who pointed his wand at her.
"Relax... its just us left now.. but... something about all this... feels
wrong" Harry said, neither one put there wands away, but they stopped pointing
them at each other.
"How do you know its just us?" he asked as he caught his wind.
"Found Fleur... already out, sent up sparks for her- I'l be doing the same to
him.." Harry tried to look at the entrances- trying to figure out which way to
go next.
"So this the part where you knock me out from behind if we pick a direction
together?" he asked wearily.
"Your my friend Cedric, I'm not gonna pull a Ron on you and that's a rotten
thing to suggest" she snapped at him and he cringed.
He knew she thought Ron was the worst wizard imaginable and a betrayer of a
friend.. so to get compared to him meant his words stung her a bit.
"Sorry... I'm... just a bit on edge." he said softly.
"Well I figure we spark for him and them go get that cup together" Harry said
with a shrug
"You saved me you should get it yourself" he argued.
"No no, I'm not gonna get all the fame on this one, I have more then enough of
that unwanted crap as it is, your gonna share the damn cup with me and that's
final" it was mildly amusing they were arguing over the damn cup, and had yet
to find it.
"Besides, we still don't know what else is out there, and... I don't want you
getting hurt too, I know having my ass thrown into this mess hasn't been easy
for you." she continued.
"Its led to the lovely side effect of being closer friends then i thought we
would be" Cedric argued with a shrug as he was helped to his feet.
"He was gonna get me, you should take the cup" he said seriously, Damn
Hufflepuff fairness.
"We are taking it together damn it" she glowered at him a moment before sending
up red sparks as they left the clearing.
it was a bit of awkward silence, but they didn't run into anything else at all,
that made it eerie.
However they rounded a corner and there it was in the distance- the Tri-wizard
cup, glowing and sitting on what looked like a marble pillar.
 
"This has been too easy" Harry commented softly, neither her nor Cedric had
taken a step towards the cup since it came into view
"Well... since you and I started off together its been easy" he mumbled.
"That doesn't freak me out at all" she quipped back.
"Lets just go get the cup and get outta here." Cedric sighed, not wanting to
fight about that.
They had there wands out as the approached the cup.
he muttered "on the count of three touch it together"
After the count of three- they felt the distinct pull of a portkey, it threw
them both to the ground somewhat roughly.
Her eyes glanced around the... graveyard, there was a large tombstone beside
her with a large grim reaper on the top, and along one of the platforms of
stone was a ring of spikes that looked like it had made up a fence at one
point, but time had seemed to knock some of the Posts out and many of the
crossbars, as she came around the front, her eyes widened in shock- this was
her grandparents grave- and great grandparents- well at least on her fathers
side..
Cedric had been cooing in amazement at the port key when she pointedly started
telling him they had to get outta there- now.
The plan had been to leave fast, tell Lucius and come back to find father
later- so of course the plan went to hell- Cedric moved away from the cup with
his wand at the ready.
Thats when that familiar green bolt stuck the boy clear in the chest and he
crumpled to the ground, she turned to see Wormtail- and the pot she swore she
didn't see the first time, while there eyes were fixed on each other, the
Statue on the top of the tombstone roughly grabbed her from behind and pulled
her back up against itself.
The bundle in Wormtails arms didn't look at her, Wormtail tilted himself to
look under her bangs at the scar, before a raspy voice told him to hurry up,
the misshapen form was dropped in the cauldron as it ignited n flame along the
bottom.
Wormtail took a bone from her grandfathers grave, took out a knife and sliced
off his hand and then turned to her and cut up her right arm in a search for
blood 'from an enemy', making her wonder who's definition of a enemy, her
father believing shes still harry potter. or wormtails, or was it her own?, she
didn't really have much time to think it over as the whole of the cauldron
burst into flames and she looked away as her bare-arsed dad rose out of the
cauldron.
The smoke from the fire seemed to rest around him as a robe, she swear she saw
hair grow and then vanish again as the man began feeling at himself- obviously
getting used to his new body, he approached wormtail and took his wand from the
fat bastard.
Her father was speaking a bit lowly as he pulled up fatty's sleeve and pressed
his wand against the mans dark mark.
Several cracks echoed through the air as a total of twelve men came dressed in
there 'death eaters robes'.
Only one wore gloves and the long blonde of the hair gave away it was Lucius,
Crabbe and Goyles frames also were very distinct from the others, and lastly
Notts wedding band, it caught light in such a way to draw attention to itself,
had she not been so focused in the torture of her classmate, her mind would
have picked it out as a mention able thing then.
 
She supposed- voldemort had been purposely ignoring her and as he spoke "My
Friends"
Was about all he got out before Lucius got a look at where Mirabelle was and
quickly moved to help her with a bit of a gasp from the audience.
"Mirabelle, are you ok?" he said as he began freeing the girl- the others all
stared at him in shock, twelve of them stared because he was defying there lord
and helping the enemy- Tom riddle was looking on in shock at the mini version
of his beloved and deceased wife Charlene.
"Lucius, what is the meaning of this?" Voldemorts voice was a bit shaky when he
asked.
"Dumbledore faked her death and hid her from us old friend" Lucius said as the
statue released the girl who fell off the footing and grabbed one of the
tombstones fence posts, which barely stayed attached at the sudden shock of
weight and movement from the young woman.
"Mirabelle, may I present you your father, Lord Voldemort" Lucius said silkily
with a big smile plastered across his face.
There was a sudden shriek of 'No its a Lie!' as the bloated form of Wormtail
pushed past both Voldemort and Lucius to bring the knife down on her in a
overhand strike with his remaining hand.
Seekers reflexes were what saved her- left arm was now cut up a bit along the
top of her forearm as she used it to try and hold the knife away from sliding
down deeper into her shoulder.
The sudden movement pulled the metal spike of a post free from her grandfathers
grave, she thrust it forwards as hard as she could, the spike pushing in
between his ribs about where his heart was, there was a sudden burst of blood
and a agonizing scream, but he dident seem to die fast enough for her so she
pulled it back out and jabbed him in the left eye, pushing it in as deep and
hard as she could.
This time he dropped like the fat ass dead weight he was, letting go and
leaving the spike lodged in his brain she presumed.
She suddenly realized she was breathing hard- and that the snake like
masquerade of her father had dropped, showing the teen she met in the chamber
of secrets all grown up and with greying hair.
Lucius decided to ask the stupid question of "Are you alright?"
"Of course I'm not all-fucking-right" she snapped back as she retrieved her
wand where it fell when the statue seized her.
Her voice raised in anger the longer she went on. "I have cramps, I been
wandering around a fucking maze for a few fucking hours,. I get here and one of
my friends is murdered, I get sliced and stabbed and now your acting like a
Idiot about it all."
She turned her angry gaze on her father, who couldn't help but marvel with
pride has Charlene shone through before him.
"He was a Pureblood you asshole!" she snapped at him- Past him she saw the
follower, he decided to butt in with a 'How dare you'- at least that's what she
assumed he was gonna say, she pushed past Tom and Lucius and screamed and
pointed "CRABBE, GOYLE KNOCK THAT MOTHERFUCKERS TEETH OUT!"
They both spoke a loud and clear 'yes my lady', much to the surprise of the man
who began getting punched, kicked and wrestled to the ground to wail on him
some more.
Tom couldent help but feel the anger and the darkness roll off his little girl-
Lucius would later tell him it was exactly like the way his power seeped off
him at times, if he remembered right.
"Anyone else among you bottom feeding fuckheads feel like questioning this?"
she snapped in anger.
She couldn't tell if the man was Brave or stupid but another of the masks
sneered out "How do we know your telling the truth?"
"Because my godparents Mr and Mrs Malfoy confirmed it, then my uncle Severus
Snape confirmed it, then the goblins of Gringotts confirmed it" she pointed at
the man now "Nott, Crucio that fucker for me" this was again met with a 'yes my
lady' as he began to torture the man.
The remaining men slowly started to feel the creep of the anger and the aura
that was rolling off the schoolgirl before them who was growling and breathing
hard as she glanced at each of them, she noticed a number of wedding bands
among the followers "Bit of a tip if you assholes are going to wear those
stupid clown suits, wear gloves- that way you cant get made from looking at
your rings, eventually the Aurors may get someone who isn't retarded and will
look for that!" as she had spoke she paced in front of the men with her wand in
her hand, clearly on edge.
"Thats enough you three, thank you- now, Tipsy!" Goyle, Nott and Crabbe stopped
what they were doing as the elf cracked into existence beside Mirabelle.
The elfs eyes went wide at the wounds but Mirabelle snapped her attention back
on her charges face.
"Tipsy, inform the other house elves that your hosting a dinner party for a
total of fifteen people in 4 hours, let Narcissa know as well, please go."
She stopped the elf from saying or doing anything else- so she sadly left.
Mirabelle could tell the elf wanted to help heal her, but she needed the wounds
for later.
"You lot are gonna go home and clean yourselves up- and then go to the Malfoys
for a dinner party to celebrate my Fathers health return to health, now stay
shut the fuck up."
She turned back towards Lucius and her father and was gonna chew into them,
when she heard a mutter behind her, she turned and looked at the man Nott had
used crucio on, he was kneeling right now head down and breathing hard.
she stepped forwards in a surge of anger and kicked him in the face, the blood
and crack made it clear his nose was broken has the man flopped back on his
back, stepping down hard on his throat she pointed beside the mans head and
yelled "BOMBARDA!" there was a crater beside the mans head who flinched in
surprise as the aura of anger and power rolled off her, causing the gathered
death eaters to cringe at the feeling and Horror there was another being around
who could make them feel the same way that the dark lord could.
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO SAY ONE FUCKING WORD!" she screamed as she pressed down her
foot on the terrified mans throat
"i been trying to be.. diplomatic in my urge to start cutting out your fucking
esophagus and hanging you by it." her voice had a growl to it as she spoke and
glared at Voldemort.
"Are you going to say anything or just stand there stupidly" she snapped.
"I.. haven't felt a need to step in, my dear Daughter- you have been doing
wonderful on your own, and I must agree.. there lack of respect of you will be
something I will address later." Voldemort gave them a smile- and the ones that
had been 'lippy' quickly found themselves quivering in fright thinking 'surely
he will see we were just trying to help him make sure it wasn't a trick!'
Mirabelle got off the mans throat who began taking deep breaths as she growled
again "Get out of my sight!"
Nott, Crabbe and Goyle all left at once.
She fired another Bombarda over the shoulder of the first asshole- nearly
hitting his head as she screamed "NOW!" and they all poofed, leaving herself
alone in the graveyard with her father and her godfather.
"You should let me heal th-" Lucius began before Mirabelle glared and snapped
"No!"
"I need to look like hell and that I could only help myself when I return
myself and them to the school through the portkey" she said firmly.
"How do you know the cup would return you to the school?" Tom asked cautiously.
"Good guess you would pop in, kill Dumbledore in a sneak attack and throw
'Harry Potter' to the feet of the Minister to prove a point that you were
stronger" she glared as she said so.
She began levitating the bloated body of wormtail towards where cedric fell.
"Im going to explain the ritual but Skip the bone step, and say he was here
alone, when the ritual failed, he came back for more blood and that's when I
killed him, your gonna stay a moment and make it look like we were never here
in case Dumbledore sends any of his flunky's here to poke around."
Lucius moved to repair the bombarda impact spots as well as clean up any blood
about, Mirabelles wound seemed to have stopped bleeding right now- so he
thought.
Tom stood there and watched as his daughter floated the remains of wormtail
towards where the other boy lay- her friend she had said.
He wondered how he was gonna make all this up to her when Lucius chimed in
"I'l... leave you to talk then. And will see you at home when the break returns
to us" Lucius said with a smile as he departed,
"You...Look very much like your mother" was about the only thing Tom could
manage to say as he awkwardly stood there.
"And a bit like you" she snapped.
Yep, this was gonna be hard he thought.
"Look, you and I are gonna have a nice long chat when i return to the manor,
I'm to pissed off to talk now." she ripped a bit of Cedric's shirt and tied
Wormtail to him.
"I'l see you when I get home, and whoever your inside is there at the school-
call them back, so he doesn't take a swipe at Harry Potter"
"Crouch is posing as Mad-eye Moody" Tom answered, and began reaching out to try
and call the man too him.
This was what she left on as she held onto the other champion as she accioed
the cup and they popped out of view, leaving the dark lord there to think a
moment
He doubted that crouch would just leave, but hoped he wouldn't manage to hurt
his child, it felt weird for him to think like that- feelings he long thought
dead stirred in him like Inferi.
He popped out of existence there, leaving the graveyard silent again.
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the two bodys Sprawled out beside her as the cup rolled away, Harry- as she was
once again tiredly laying there before rolling onto her back, the emotions of
anger were gone.
She was exhausted, likely from not eating in a while, or the blood loss.. or
the general fatigue that settled her body during this time of the month-
Pomfrey was at her side as the screams- and the wail of the distraught face of
Amos Diggory as she looked to her right tiredly- she knew she was gonna wake up
in the hospital wing at this rate.
Dumbledore and Fudge had both leaned in to hear her over the crowd say
Pettigrew was insane and tried and failed to bring Voldemort back.
Her eyes were heavy and kept opening and shutting.
She thought it had only been a minute that she was asleep- but the fact she was
in a hospital gown in the hospital wing told her she had been out longer, this
rate they should just hang her name off the bed.
She was currently alone when the sudden and telltale thump of Professor Moody's
artificial leg entered the hospital wing, taking the shortest route he could to
stand at the end of her bed, leveling a glare at her.
"I heard you told Dumbledore and Fudge that the only person with you tonight
was Wormtail and this, ritual you spoke of failed" he had growled out.
Merlin she was in no shape or mood to deal with this, or tip her hand- he
seemed too unstable currently to wanna try smooth talking him into believing
her.
"that's what I said... why don't you take your top Auror ass and go find out
for yourself, its what you people get paid for right?" she snapped tiredly.
The fact he withdrew his wand and began using crucio on her spoke to that, and
she didn't have any strength to do anything but scream and contort and convulse
on the bed.
Helped her prove one thing she dident care to know however- the hospital wing
wasn't sound proof, so when the door to the hospital wing swung open and
McGonagall, Dumbledore, Pomfrey, Fudge and Snape burst in to watch not-moody
turn his wand from the torture curse- to barely missing fudge with the killing
curse.
Snape knocked the man on his ass quickly, that stupid hip flask falling out as
he was moved and restrained in a chair, Snape picked up the flask and sniffed
it "Polyjuice potion" he announced, but that was a rather simple truth to guess
since he was using crucio on a god damn student.
He seemed to be in so much of a haste, he dident drink more of it as the
transformation reversed, course Harry was curled into herself in the residual
pain right now.
At least till Pomfrey got a potion down her throat.
Aparently a old method of treating the crucio curse was getting put in near a
coma on muscle relaxers.
She missed the Tribute to honor Cedric, where Dumbledore straight up told
everyone Voldemort had murdered him.
Things she found out after on the ride home were simple things from different
sources
Crouch Jr had truth serum shoved down his throat and revealed he had captured
Alastor Moody.
Dumbledore sent McGonagall to search the impostors room for signs of the real
Moody.
While the impostor declared he would return to Azkaban as a hero, and the dark
lord had returned.
Harry was in no state to argue it right then.
The Aurors arrived to help drag the man away- Harry would later find they had
brought a Dementor and had given Crouch jr the kiss right outside the gate.
Would also find out from Narcissa that Fudge had tried to get back to question
Harry, but Dumbledore refused to let them meet on school grounds.
She also missed the other champions and schools leaving, though Hermione had
letters from both telling her to write them- she had got requests to write as
well.
She felt like a Invalid, getting helped down to the train by hermione, who
would have thought not moving for a week would do this to her?
Could have Hermione list those people off but it would take a while.
She moved to the compartment in the Slytherin section- this time with Hermione
at her side- and Draco, Crabbe and Goyle, who only scattered after it became
apparent that they silenced and locked the door from the inside, and pulled
down the blinds.
"We should be OK to talk for a while" She mumbled as she got into her seat.
"You should know... Dumbldores been taking your... inability to talk and using
it to say you saw him return... while fudges been denying it." Hermione said
softly.
"I kinda figured that was why he had me knocked on my ass." she sighed
"He is though isn't he?" Hermione seemed a bit nervous
"Mhmm, I'm not gonna let him hurt you, or any other Muggleborns either...
Dobby?"
The sudden pop was one she seemed to get used too from her interactions with
tipsy, Hermione however jumped a bit.
"Mistress Potter called for Dobby?" the elf looked up excitedly.
"i have a Question... if i needed you to.. get me out of Malfoy manor with my
wand, is that something you could do?" she smiled- hopefully in support, but it
was clear the prospect scared him a moment before he nodded "if that is what
Harry Potter needs Dobby to do, then that is what Dobby will do!"
"I'm not gonna let them hurt you anymore you know, I read a book on house elves
last summer" Harry said softly.
"Well what did it say?" Hermione butt in- ah what the lures of a good book did
to her.
"When they bind to someone or a place, the magic they get allows them to keep
doing all those.. tricks as it were- they also enjoy keeping themselves busy
with tasks, but at the same time- many take for granted the connection, as the
'master' has to sever it- the abuse of house elves is something I wont stand
for." Harry tried stretching into a more comfortable position.
"But its Slavery, they are trained to think like slaves!, they should choose
for themselves, get paid" Hermione protested.
"Miss Hermiones hearts in the right place for.. wanting... to better Dobby and
elves like hims live- but being paid... seen as a insult to many a elf, many a
elf are loyal- and if we were not hit- and given the choice to join or leave a
family, you would find many would want to stay where they are." Dobby tried to
explain it as best he could., but shrank a bit as Hermiones face showed
confusion.
"But your still trained to think like slaves" she seemed to hammer at that
point.
"If they go long enough without a connection to a family, they die- they also
get to eat and be out of the elements, and what they do in exchange for that
according to the book was chores, housework- the problems that pure bloode
bullshit thinking makes hard on them, and I'm going to fix. Dobby are you bound
to Hogwarts?"
"No, while I work there.. it.. does present that connection of magic barely,
but I am a free elf" he was giving her a curious look now.
"I have something to tell you, something that if got into the wrong hands would
get me killed- I trust you that much" she was being completely sincere.
"are you sure its safe... to tell him?" Hermione asked cautiously
"if I'm going to ask him to bind to me.. to help me, he needs to know." she
took a breath.
"Of course Dobby will binds to you, and I can still work in the school still
too- its very common for house elves to serve the person they been assigned to
at both school and home!" he held out his hand eagerly in a way she knew was
part of the binding ritual, without hearing her secret.
"I was Stolen from birth by someone and placed with the potters... my birth
parents.... Are the dark lord and Severus Snapes sister Charlene, my actual
name is Mirabelle." she watched the elfs face or the information to sink in,
but Donny kept his hand out.
"Miss Mirabelle is a great and kind witch, and Dobby promises to help you no
matter what." He stepped forwards, hand still out as he looked up at her. She
took it and they forced there magic to meet in the center.
After the binding was complete she explained a few things in general.
"I had been told, my father wasn't always... bloodthirsty, at least to the
point of open warfare- I'm going to convince him that... we can better the
world without bloodshed, mind you I expect that Dumbledore will try and start
another war anyways, but one problem at a time- I had been assigned a house elf
named tipsy for my.. stay at the manor, but I expect if I asked her to free me
if he decided to lock me away for safe keeping, that she.. wouldn't help.. be
it not wanting to or unable too."
Dobby nodded "Shes a good elf." was all he said on the matter.
"So you wanted Dobby to.. free you in case he held you there, what would we do
after you get free?" Hermione asked.
"Try and kill him... suppose it would be a war on three sides... Dumbledore,
Voldemort and the ministry for one reason or another."
"Why would you fight Dumbledore miss?" dobby asked with a whimper.
"He was the one who kidnapped me- and left me in the home with those vile
relatives of mine" As Mirabelle mentioned this Dobby shivered and nodded in
understanding.
"So how are you going to talk about this with him?" Hermione asked.
"I have a few ideas.. I'm sure when the times right you will give me more
ideas." Mira smiled and leaned back further "thank you... both for trusting
me... it means alot."
She sleept the rest of the train ride after Dobby departed, it was gonna be a
long evening.
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