Revolution
The revolution did not start with a shout, or a bang, or even a loud voice.
It started with a whisper.
"W-What if I'm in a different house than you? C-Can we still be f-friends?"
"Why wouldn't we be?"
"E-even if I wound up in S-Slytherin?"
"Even Slytherin, I mean, if you wind up there, there's at least one good Slytherin in the world."
Harriet Potter is 11-years-old and the line in front of her is getting shorter.
And she is scared.
What if I don't go anywhere?
What if I'm not a witch?
What if I have to go back to the Dursley's?
Harriet Potter is 11-years-old and her tie is not the red and gold of her new friend Ron.
Her tie is green and silver.
And he is proud of her.
Harriet Potter is 11-years-old and her potions teacher hates her.
"Our. New. Celebrity. Tell me what would I get if-"
She doesn't tell him she never learned how to read.
The Dursley's said it would give her ideas.
Harriet Potter is 11-years-old and trolls are scary.
But not as scary as Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson when they think she's done something stupid.
"What do you mean you just hugged it?! Do you have any idea what could have happened!"
"If you weren't my best friend, Harry, I would lock you in a tower and never let you do stupid things again!"
Harriet Potter is 11-years-old and now she has another friend.
"How did you do it, Harry? With the troll? How could you just walk up to it and start talking to it and hugging it?"
"Because nobody wants to be alone, not even trolls."
"…Well, if that's so, then I'm Hermione Granger, and you're my new friend. Because I don't like being alone either."
Harriet Potter is 11-years-old and Marcus Flint is teaching her to read.
"I can't have my new seeker not passing her classes."
"O-W-L"
"Good start, squirt."
Harriet Potter is 11-years-old and mysteries are fun with a group of friends.
"How are we supposed to fit everyone at this one table?"
"I'm pretty sure Hermione and I can do enlarge the table."
"Not, a bad idea, Malfoy."
"Well, whilst Draco and do that, why don't Gregory, Ron and Vincent go get us more chairs. The rest of you go get us books about stones."
Harriet Potter is 11-years-old and mysteries aren't fun when you have to walk through the fire alone.
"GIVE ME THE STONE!"
"I'd rather die."
"That can be arranged. Quirrell!"
Harriet Potter is 11-years-old and has the entirety of the first years wishing her well.
"Don't worry, Harry, we got your back!"
"Yeah, you'll get better in no time!"
Harriet Potter is 11-years-old and she doesn't want school to end.
"I'm not going home, not really."
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Please let me know if you want the story to continue in this format or if you feel it would be easier to read in a traditional novel-esque format.
The chapters will be longer and more fleshed out in the novel-esque format, while the drabble format will result in a quicker finish.
