The Beginning
Everything was in a state of desolation. Harry was one of the last wizards alive, but now as he lay in a blackened field after taking his last stand, he saw no life only ash, death, and the smell of blood. He closed his eyes feeling satisfaction that his pain would finally be over after a life of 18 years of suffering since he was born. Sometimes he felt that fate hated him. At least he took out as many enemies as he could and now he would be reunited with his family and friends.
During the great and last wizarding war of Britain, Ron betrayed him during their 6th year at Hogwarts; joining the death eaters. He could even understand Ronald's situation now, after all, he was trying to keep his family alive. Even if it was too late to understand and forgive his friend now. Ron's relationship with Hermione wasn't good after that, they had ugly spats but still, Hermione managed to forgive him.
Still, Hermione didn't join Voldemort and instead gave up her own life to save Harry.
And Snape was really on their side all along, even if Harry didn't like him he pitied the man, his job was awful, sure his mother was pretty, but no one was worth all that.
Then the war was over, he finally defeated Voldemort but because of the silly notion that love would save him, or because he let the Dark Lord kill him, that was all load of shit. He defeated Voldemort in a great duel.
Then when he thought everything was over, the muggles discovered them. It was the witch hunt of all witch hunts. Albus Dumbledore was a fool. They could not live peacefully with the muggles.
Magical concentration camps were everywhere, wizards and witches were killed.
Harry, Neville, and Luna were some of the last wizards. Neville was a tough wizard lasting longer than most until they killed his Luna. When they took his Luna, he lost the will to live.
Magic used to be his only salvation from the Dursleys and his pitiful existence. But now lying here in this field he knew he was dying, magic can't save him this time.
And finally, he closed his eyes.
Harry woke up, everything was very bright. He sat up, happily surprised that he felt no pain. He was in a strange white space.
"My loyal son, how I wish I could have saved you. I have come to reward you a family, a new start, and a place to belong. Will you allow me to reward you?" Harry was startled by the voice, it sounded sweet, motherly and somehow ancient.
"Who are you?" said Harry.
"You may call me mother magic. Your world was destroyed but you can change the fate of your world by going to the past. In this past, you will be a new person with a loving family. You will have a childhood filled with innocence and joy. You are a great hero, you gave everything you had even with the world against you, even when you were manipulated from the beginning. You can save Snape, Remus, Sirius, Petunia, your future friends, and magic. Magic is light, dark, and neutral. You must choose one of the leaders of magic to work with, the leader you choose will help you save magic. This past will be slightly different with some things that have never happened originally. I would send you to your parents' time. Will you be my champion to help save the future?" said Magic.
"Well, what do I have to lose? Can I at least live near one of my parents? I know they may never be my parents because I will reborn as a different person, but I would like to at least have them be my friends. I guess I shall take the deal. I love being magical and I really want a world where Sirius lives," Answered Harry.
"Thank you, my loyal son. Good luck with your task, and know that you have my eternal favor," said Magic.
Next thing Harry knew he was inside a tight space being pushed.
"Push! That's it Lady Peverell you got it! Again give another hard push!" he heard a person say, and he understood. He is being reborn.
How gross! Being born is uncomfortable. It is bright! Who is touching me?! I do not like this. Fate must think she is funny. I thought magic had my back being a beloved son and all.
"Welcome to the world. Congratulations, it is a healthy baby girl", said the Healer.
A girl! Bloody hell! They made me a girl! How terrible! I am not a girl! I do not know how to be a girl!
In the year 1960, in the maternity ward of Saint Mungo Harry was reborn.
Harry's new mother held him -her- and looked at Harry lovingly, she was red in the face and extremely sweaty causing her black hair to plaster to her face, she had bright green eyes that looked very kind.
Harry's new father cooed at her, he was an older looking man with broad shoulders and a muscular body. He had icy blue eyes and untamable black hair with streaks of gray cascading down his back.
The mother spoke, "Welcome my daughter, we shall call you Harva Harleen Peverell."
Her father nodded in approval at the strong name.
Now, many think they know the story of the three Peverell brothers. It is true that Cadmus Peverell killed himself to join his love, wife, and soulmate. After all, it is very hard to survive after the death of a soulmate. However, what many don't know is that they had a son; Erasmus Cadmus Peverell. Erasmus had a son himself later in life that was named Pallas Erasmus Peverell.
Pallas Erasmus Peverell had a hard life away from Britain. He went to Durmstrang where he found the first love of his life; Noémie whom he married and had two sons with her. She was later murdered by Grindelwald who found out his family was alive and thought he could gain the elder wand from them, the fool. Pallas was lost for a few years raising two boys on his own until he met Merova Gaunt daughter of Morfin Gaunt.
Merova was raised by her mother Anna Vasiliev in Slovenia.
Merova's father, Morfin was a brute when her mother Anna landed near his hovel because of a miscalculated portkey he forced himself upon her mother and blood-bonded to her, trapping her in an unhappy union and making her his unwilling wife.
Anna fled back home, and her pregnancy wasn't met with disdain seeing as she was married but her heart was ruined. It was only due to luck that Morfin was sent away to Azkaban for killing those muggles or she would have had to return to her husband as is pureblood custom but since he was in prison she was allowed to stay in Slovenia.
The Vasilievs were a small pureblood family known for their magical arts.
Merova attended and graduated from a small Magical Ballet School, and eventually made it in the Russian ballet. She was performing with the Imperial Russian ballet on a tour when Pallas spotted her. He was dragging his two small boys to the show.
That night he took her heart, they married soon after they met, and her family were happy with the marriage. She helped Pallas raise the boys, Caiden is the eldest and Nile the youngest son and soon after she became pregnant with a child of her own; Harva. Merova's mother Anna moved in with them to help out with raising the kids.
Harva was their little princess protected and cherished by her older brothers, they delighted in her mischief.
When Caiden turned 21 in 1968, they returned to Britain. He took up the Peverell lordship, the Peverell seat in the Wizengamot and a place on the Hogwarts Board of Governors. Noble wizarding society was shocked, the Peverell seat has stayed vacant since Cadmus Peverell.
Caiden moved to the manor with his new wife. While Nile being 18 stayed at the Peverell apartment in London working as arguer apprentice (lawyer) while attending Merlin University.
Harva's father moved father moved the rest of them -Harva, her mother Merova and grandmother Anna- to a place called Spinner's End in Cokeworth.
May 28He had a manor built on a hill right in front of a park. They moved in during the night so the muggles did not see all the magic items. Her father made the house elves cleaned up the manor, add flowers and clean up the sidewalks.
Grandma Anna insisted that the neighborhood is cleaned up, so he made the house elves use magic to make the muggle houses around them look a bit nicer, they added a fresh coat of paint, fixed the broken windows, and added proper greenery.
Pallas bought a closed down factory and opened a car factory in its stead. It had a muggle and a magical side. He hired squibs to work the administration on both sides, and muggleborns that wanted to work in the production design department. He even helped the magical children of his employees get into magical schools, he helped young children attend a magical primary school called Founding Primary in London where his own Harva attended. Everything was going well.
A few months later, one of the poorer pureblood families, the Wilkes Family, moved to the neighborhood. The husband worked as a healer at St. Mungo's, while his wife stayed home most of the time but grew magical herbs on the side. They had a son, Bennie Wilkes, only two years older than his daughter who is 9 years old herself. Harva considered the Wilkes boy her playmate anyway.
It was a nice hot summer day in July, Harva and Bennie went to the park.
They saw a boy watching two girls playing on the swings.
The boy was wearing a very odd combination of clothes, even for a muggle. He wore a poncho and shorts, he had greasy black hair and a hooked nose, his body was lanky and seemed underfed.
One of the girls looked younger than the other with wine red hair, green eyes and a smile that could light a room.
The other looked slightly older with blond hair and green eyes, she had a long neck and a pinched face. But you could tell that they both were related.
The redhead jumped from the swing and floated down slowly. The blond girl shrieked and started scolding her, then the boy walked over and started talking to the redhead, she seemed delighted while the other girl looked at him in disdain.
He picked up a flower from the ground and changed its color.
"They are magical Bennie, let's go over there and introduce ourselves," said Harva excitedly.
"They must be muggle-borns…must we?" said Bennie.
"Yes, it would be more people to play with," said Harva.
Harva then proceeded to drag the poor boy to the group of children.
"Hi, I am Harva and this is Bennie. We saw you two doing magic. We are magical as well. Let's all be friends," Harva said in a rush.
The redhead looked delighted, but her companions looked sour.
"Hi, I am Lily Evans, this is my sister Petunia, and my friend Severus Snape," said the redhead, Lily.
Petunia mumbled, "Great more freaks."
Wilkes looked like he wanted to curse her.
Even young Petunia is a bitch, how unsurprising. Thought Harva.
Severus snarled, "Better than being boring Tuney."
Harva "why do you call us freaks?"
"Because your magic is abnormal and unnatural. It is bad enough with these two playing pranks on me", said Petunia.
"Aw Tuney it is all in good fun, you're just so sour", said Lily.
"Jealous", coughed Severus.
Lily elbowed Severus giving him a warning look.
"I can see your magic; how are we freaks? Your whole argument is silly if we are freaks then so are you. Magicals have been around just as long as non-magicals have been too," said Harva.
Author's note:
The story will be violent, implied lovemaking but no graphic scenes, and flashbacks to torture scenes.
Harry is a female in this story. No Slash.
There will be pairings.
Italics mean thoughts
"Words"
*parseltongue*
*Harva means warrior
*Harleen means hero
I am back to my stories the move, health, and school year are on pause. I have a wonderful new bet that will editing out my mistakes. Hope you all are still with me, and welcome new readers as my muses are slowing coming back!
Beta by the wonderful S-Lioness