Yusuke: I've encountered some pretty weird people, but with an idea like this you just might take the cake.
Yoruko: *bows* Thank you, thank you.
Selene/fem!Harry: *dead-panned* You're proud of it, I take it?
Yoruko: Well, normal is boring… if it even exists in the first place.
Kurama: I, for one, look forward to seeing where you take it.
Yoruko: Thank you. ^.^
Summary: Voldemort tried to kill Selene and Holly Potter, who were twins, but failed. Holly was dubbed by Dumbledore as the 'Girl Who Lived' because she was uninjured from the confrontation. But Selene Potter has a secret: she knows that her twin can't be the Girl Who Lived because as a normal human baby, Holly could never have survived the killing curse. Selene, however, is far from human; she was Kuronue, the famed bat youkai thief. Her spirit wandered and explored the world, and eventually wound up in England and came to inhabit the soul-less body of an unborn infant. As such could never die at the hands of a magic user's spell. As she gets older, her body will lose all traces of human blood until she is once more a full demon. How will this change the fate of the Wizarding World? What will happen when she finally leaves it behind in favor of moving to Japan and finding her old partner in crime? fem!Harry/Kurama, possible mentions or implications of Yusuke/Botan and Lily/Snape
Prologue:
Story Time
"Mama, can you tell me a story?" asked a little girl with red hair and green eyes.
A woman with dark purple- almost black- hair and green-gold eyes sat the edge of her daughter's bed. "What story would you like to hear?"
"A story about you and Daddy!" she said excitedly.
"You've heard all of the stories about our thieving days, though." the woman reminded the little girl with a smile.
The little girl pouted. "Mou! Mama, that's not what I meant. I want a new story."
"Oh? Then how about one about your Uncle Yusuke?" the woman said, clearly messing with her daughter.
"But Daddy and Aunt Botan tell me about Uncle Yusuke!" the girl protested.
"Come now, Kuronue. Stop teasing her. I for one would love to hear the full story of your childhood in England." said a male voice from by the door.
The two girls looked back and saw a man with red hair and emerald green eyes.
"Daddy! Yay!" the little girl exclaimed excitedly, clearly happy.
Kuronue chuckled and ran her fingers through the girl's hair. "Let's see... Where to start..."
"I guess... that it all started when I died in that heist gone wrong. It's said that ghosts are the spirits of the dead or dying that couldn't be saved or be brought back to life yet are unable to come to terms with the fact that they're dead for any number of reason- such as it was so sudden they didn't know what happened or they don't like that they died, or are unable to move on due to regrets or unfinished business. Well, if there was anything I'd ever truly regretted at that point of my existence, it was dying making sure your father was safe only for him to end up feeling guilty... I saw the look in his eyes when he ran like I said instead of running towards me in an attempt to save me.
In the end, after three years of keeping an eye on Youko, he left for Makai. I couldn't follow him, though, because I was bound as a ghost to stay in Ningenkai- the world I died in- or move on. Now a ghost without a purpose, I started to wander all over Japan... I even explored what everyone now knows as Korea and China. Eventually, by the time Japan opened up completely to outsiders and hesitantly begun to "modernize", I had long since boarded one of the foreign ships that came to the few ports open for trade and gotten to Europe. Eventually, I came across a young couple in England. The woman was pregnant but when they mentioned twins, I could sense only one soul. So I became the most basic form of spirit and possessed the body of the soulless unborn twin. What did I have to lose? I'd been dead over five hundred years. Besides, I'd heard rumors from Makai that Youko had been killed, but I knew him better than that. I had a feeling- or maybe more like an inkling- that if I got myself a second chance at life, maybe we could meet again... and how could I possibly pass up a chance to be reunited with my best friend?
I was born a couple of months later and Selene Potter became my human name. My life was a little tedious being a baby and all, but I had a good life nonetheless. I quickly became attached to most of the people around me. It didn't stay quiet for long, however. I ended up born into a family of English magic users... during the height of an evil wizard's reign of terror. It wasn't long before an old man named Dumbledore came and said that we were being targeted by said madman, who was called Voldemort or- to those silly enough to be too scared to say his named- He Who Must Not Be Named or The Dark Lord- because he thought either my twin, Holly, or I were who he suspected as being the child mentioned in a prophecy foretelling his downfall. They did what they saw as the only sensible thing; they took us and hid. To make sure they were safe, they performed a spell called the Fidelius charm, which made the location invisible to all except for one person who kept said location a secret- thus terming said person the 'Secret Keeper'- and anyone he or she told. At first, they were going to make the Secret Keeper my godfather, Sirius Black. At the last minute, however, they switched to a man named Peter Pettigrew without telling anyone.
The choice was almost everyone's downfall. Pettigrew betrayed my parents; he turned out to have been a spy for Voldemort since long before my mother was even pregnant. I can't say I was surprised. I never liked him- I always thought he always looked nervous or scared in a suspicious manner, and he had a big mouth in the form of a bad habit of talking to himself when no other human adults were around.
It was Halloween night a few months after Holly and I were a year old when it all happened. Having been after us since not too long before our birthday, Voldemort made his move at last. He came personally and attacked us at Godric's Hollow. James, my so-called father, told Lily, my mother, to take us and leave. I have no idea what happened to him, only that Voldemort must not have seen him as much of a threat because he didn't use the death curse, Avada Kedavra- though they were only just barely able to save him.
Mom took us upstairs and to our room, where we still at the time shared a crib. I'll never know how that was supposed to save us- best I figure, there must have been a port key. Then Voldemort broke the door down and came in. When Mom refused to stand aside he stunned her. I had already used the bars of the crib to stand up in front of Holly both to protect her and to see what was going on. Seeing our mom fall made Holly whimper. I, on the other hand, glared at Voldemort the best I could in the form of a baby. After mumbling about how "No one will stand in his way." he used Avada Kedavra to kill me. Unfortunately for him, a demonic soul in a body that is slowly turning from human to youkai can't be killed by what amounted to a small burst of energy with less kick than the earliest form of Yusuke's rei-gun. I flared my youki and his own curse rebounded on him. A stray piece of soul tried to take refuge in my body, but I destroyed it with a second burst of youki and came out of the conflict with nothing but an almost invisible scar.
Being so young physically, I ended up so tired that I passed out. Later, I eventually heard Dumbledore say that because Holly had been crying and also appeared uninjured, she must have been the one to defeat Voldemort. They were wrong without a way of knowing it, of course. No semi normal human baby can survive something like that. It didn't matter me what they thought though, so I ignored it. Especially since I knew that we hadn't seen the last of the madman. However, Voldemort and his minions- they were called Death Eaters- didn't affect me until much later. Holly was the one with the reckless curiosity found only in those truly fit for Gryffindor after all… I was just the mature twin who was dragged along for the ride.
Owari
