AN: So, this wouldn't leave me alone. And now that I've written this, there are several other things lining up in my head.

So, I guess I'm starting a one-shot/snippet collection. Oh well.

Also, nothing has changed. I still do not own Harry Potter.

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Even at eleven years old, Blaise Zabini was an inquisitive lad. He liked to know things, not merely guess at them.

As such, when he heard from a passerby as he was waiting in line for the snack cart that Harriet Potter was on the train, somewhere near the back, he didn't think twice about abandoning his place in line and making for the other end of the train.

What he found in the very last compartment of the very last car, (Right, just somewhere near the back. No, literally as far back as one can be, thank you.) was not what he had expected at all. At that in and of itself was enough to pique his interest.

Everyone knew who the Girl-Who-Lived was. After all, not just any infant survives a Killing Curse and destroys a Dark Lord at the same time. And on top of it all, she was Heir, now Scion of Potter. And that was an old name, indeed. Blaise had been quite sure he would find her in a crowd somewhere, surrounded by children both her age and older, all vying for her attention.

But rumor had it that ever since the night she became famous, she had been raised by Muggles. So, common sense dictated that she would be at least uninformed, if not outright ignorant, of the Wizarding World.

But common sense seems to have not shown up to work today.

Harriet Potter was sitting quietly, quite alone in her compartment, dressed in very well made, but casual robes, not Muggle attire. Reading a book about Wizarding Law. In a magically locked compartment. Basic logic both dictated and scoffed at the thought she had locked it herself.

A mere rumor had piqued Blaise's interest. Now, Harriet Potter had his full attention.

Blaise assumed that most, especially the not yet sorted First years on the train, would simply concede defeat at the locked door. But Blaise wasn't most, not in the slightest. The magical lock on the door, impressive though it was for what Blaise knew of Harriet Potter, might have stymied him at nine years old. As it was, he unlocked the door within a second of drawing his wand.

As he opened the door, Harriet Potter finally looked up. Blaise found himself drawn to the calculating look in her deep emerald eyes.

"I was wondering when someone would unlock the door. I'm sure you know already, or at least heavily suspect, by my name is Harriet Potter. Yes, I am that Harriet Potter, and no, I am not a display at a zoo, so I will not show you my scar." Blaise Zabini blinked once, twice, then felt a smile grow on his face, unbidden.

"Harriet, my name is Blaise Zabini, and I do believe we might get along swimmingly."

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AN: Whee, snippets. So yeah, until I get enough time to actually sit down an rewrite PS and CoS, which do desperately need it, I'll at least fill in the gaps I left with little snippets like this.

Also, while this one is most certainly EEST canon, not all of these will be, me thinks.

And yes, because I'm near guaranteed to get questions about this, I did get the idea for a one-shot/snippet collection of mixed canon-ness from the wonderful shinigamigirl196. Unless I am somehow your first brush with fem!Harry, you've probably at least heard about, if not read, her excellent Looking Beyond.

Anyway, um, I'll just not do the whole sign off text block here. Let's just leave that for the main file. But, if you have any snippet requests, the big box below is a great spot to put them. No promises, like, at all, but I might do things that interest me.

~ExaltedChaos