I do not own Harry Potter, Marvel comics or DC comics.
This is not a full crossover but some people will get powers from Marvel and DC comics. This is also a female Harry story if you do not like it then don't read anymore of the story. I will just laugh and report those that flame or hassle me about Harry being a girl. With that said please read on and try to leave me a nice review.
"Thank you for allowing me to bring my dog," I said as I got out of the cab. The driver said it was no problem but I gave him double what I would normally tip. I also got a card to call him for my return trip as none of the other drivers wanted a pup in their car. I knocked softly as I did not want to wake Dudley.
"Marge what are you doing here?" Petunia asked as she opened the door.
"I sent a letter saying I was coming and why," I told her with a frown.
"We never got it; no matter why are you here?" she all but snapped at me.
"I won a trip a few weeks ago but cannot go; but you and Vernon should love it," I told her. She sighed before telling me about the death of her sister and how they had been given her brat.
"Watching one more child won't be a hardship; now go pack while I call Vernon for you. But first I would like you to meet Luke," I said, holding out the pup I had brought.
"Marge why did you bring that thing!" she yelled, then glaring at me when the crying started.
"You know I train dogs. Part of it is getting them used to children of all ages. I will watch him around the children but right now I am going to drop him off in your back yard. And don't worry I will clean up the messes he makes," I told her as I went to do that; I had to make sure the yard was safe after all.
The yard wasn't perfect but I did tie Luke up to keep him out of Petunia's flowers. That woman went a little nuts over those flowers. I closed and locked the cupboard as I dialed Vernon at work.
"Hello, Vernon Dursley speaking how may I help you?" he asked.
"You can take your wife on a trip this weekend brother," I said, laughing a little as he sputtered.
"Marge we can't, we had to take in…"
"I know, Petunia told me. I can handle them both. You just be ready to leave when you get here," I told him before hanging up. If I gave the man a chance he would talk me out of staying and I knew they had not had time alone for some time. The day passed quickly and I took care of Luke as Petunia would not let me near the children. She even tried to take Dudley with her but thankfully Vernon put his foot down. So an hour after Vernon got home they both left me alone with two toddlers and a pup. It took ten minutes for the crying to start; I hadn't even had time to shut the door from letting Luke in.
"Well pup, let's go see to the kiddos," I said only to be licked in answer. I found them both in one crib and I made a mental note to ask my neighbor if I could buy her old crib. It might have been practical but they really did need to sleep alone. I checked Dudley's nappy but he was clean and Petunia had fed him before she left so he couldn't be hungry. I left him to cry. Amy had told me sometimes you had to let a child cry. I moved on to check Harry who was staring at Luke.
"P'foot," he said while trying to reach out to him. The Potters must have had a dog. Hopefully it was being taken care of. I picked him up to check as Amy had told me some children did not cry when in need of a nappy change. I blinked at the sight that greeted me once the nappy was opened. The kid had a very nasty rash but wasn't a boy as I had been told, but a little girl. As she was once more reaching for Luke I picked the still crying Dudley up and headed down the stairs. Thankfully Luke was good at going first.
I put Dudley in his high chair and poured a few bites of cereal out for him before placing the girl on the floor; she wasted no time crawling over to Luke whom she patted quite gently. I was sure then the Potters had to have had a dog. Maybe I could find it for her; Petunia surely wouldn't object to a family pet. Dinner that night was a mess and Luke helped with the clean up, even tried to clean Dudley up from where I had sat him in the floor. But the girl had firmly told him no when I was feeding her. Why Vernon hadn't got another chair yet was beyond me. Maybe he did not realize how hard it was on his wife. I had just placed the dishes in to soak when the bell rang.
"Just a second," I yelled. I picked both children up and placed them on the blanket I had spread out for them to play on before going to the door. "How may I help you?" I asked as I opened the door. I was shocked to see two police officers on the steps.
"Are you Marge Dursley?" the gentleman with the name tag of Mark asked.
"Yes sir I am, is something wrong?" I was worried, had something happened to my brother and his wife or were they here about the Potters. If I remembered correctly they had been killed in a car crash.
"We need you to come with us; your brother and sister-in-law have been in a bad crash," he told me. I jumped when I felt a cold nose.
"We will drive you; just lock up the house and come along," his partner said.
"Would you be able to drive their other car? It has the car seats," I said.
"Miss Dursley part of our job is removing children from unfit homes so our car has a seat already in place. If you would get your nephew and come along…" the officer said. I wanted to snap at him for his rudeness but he was just doing his job. I was quick to tie Luke out back and grab the baby bag by the door before taking the kids in arms and marching out the door.
"We did not realize the Dursleys had another child," Mark said.
"They just took their niece in, her parents passed on just last week," I said. The wince from the officers told me one of Dudley's parents was dead or dying. "You only have one seat?" I asked. They nodded. I locked the door and tossed the keys to Mark telling him he could get one out of the car in the drive. He came back and did not look pleased.
"There was only one seat," I said flatly. He nodded as he quickly buckled the seat in his car. He sat between them while I took the front seat and his partner drove. "Is there anything you can tell me? They haven't been gone long, just three hours at the most," I said.
"Your brother's car crossed into oncoming traffic and hit a lorry almost head on. Your sister-in-law died at the scene and the paramedics do not think your brother will live. No one else was hurt thankfully," the driver told me.
"Alex! I am sorry Miss, we have the harshest job at times," Mark said while glaring at his partner.
"It's fine, we all have bad days," I said. I would have a talk with Mark and if it was a bad day then I would not report this young man.
"I am sorry but I was first on the scene and that woman... You should have heard what she said, I could tell she knew she was going to die but what were her last words? Have Marge drown the freak!" He yelled making the kids cry. Why they hadn't before now was beyond me.
"What?" I asked. The man only nodded at me. "I am sorry you heard her say that. But I have never drowned anyone person or animal in my lifetime. I have a feeling I am going to take care of these two from now on out," I said as we pulled into the hospital. I was right, my little brother had died shortly before we arrived. It was very late by the time we were returned to the house.
I put the children to bed and brought in Luke before calling my neighbor. "What is the matter?" he asked without a greeting as no one would call him without reason. The last boy to prank call him he had tracked down and given him a talking to.
"Oh Major, Vernon and his wife are dead!" I said, trying not to cry. I needed to be strong for the children. Logically I knew they did not understand what had happened.
"Oh Mags I will be there as quick as I can," he said. I thanked him before heading up to bed. True to his word he was waiting on me when I opened the door in the morning.
"Did you sleep in your car?" I asked. He blushed and I told him he was a silly man before stepping aside and letting him in. It took three weeks to get everything that was needed done. We would have finished sooner if not for the nosy neighbors taking up time with false concern and enquiries.
Most of Vernon's and Petunia's things I would place in storage. I did not like the fact I had to go out and buy almost everything for Harriet. I had been thankful to find a card announcing her birth among some of Petunia's things.
"I am going to have so much work to do when I get home," I said as the major drove." We had sold Petunia's little car as I had a van at home.
"Not so much, your home is already puppy safe," he said.
"Puppies cannot walk on two feet which I think these two will soon be doing more of. Harriet can already toddle and somewhat speak two maybe three languages. You said she said words in Welsh and Latin. Who speaks Latin nowadays?" I said.
"I have a few cousins that went to a school up in Scotland who did," he said with his horrible fake scottish voice.
"So did Harriet's parents; Petunia never told me the name but said it wasn't a very good one," I said.
"If it is the same school then it is one of the best and by best I mean invite only, you do not apply they come to you," he said. There was more to this than what I knew. While packing we had found out why there was only one crib; they had been keeping her under the stairs. I did not wish to think ill of the dead but anyone who kept a child locked up in a cupboard should not be allowed to have children. It was dark by the time we reached my house.
"Who is in my home?" I asked.
"Most likely Amy, John and Cassie. I called and told them what had happened. They said they would get your house all ready for you. Didn't you think it was odd the movers came a day early?" he asked.
"I just thought I had given them the wrong time but I was thankful really. I could not stay another night in that house. It was creeping me out for some reason," I told him. He just nodded at that. We were soon inside and eating the meal John had made - it paid to have a professional cook on the block.
"Mags you know if you need anything just give us a ring," Amy said.
"I do and I need a little help. Harriet has this rash that does not want to clear up," I said with a sigh before telling them what we thought they had done to her. They all looked at each other oddly. "What is it?" I asked.
"I am just going to say it. Their son should not weigh what he does Mags. I had Kelly book a house call with her and Amy's doctor, he will be here about noon tomorrow. I will be with you but I hate to say this, they might have been both abused in different ways," the major told me. I wanted to be mad but deep down I knew he was right. The following day was thankfully slow. The children had some trouble settling in but I knew it would take time. The dogs seemed to help Harriet and I had asked Amy to look for any information on the Potters. I knew little to nothing about them and it was only what I had been told; I had a feeling that was all lies too.
I jumped when the bell rang. Dudley looked at the door and said "Mummy." I sighed. "No sweet it is not your mummy or daddy," I said. He just went back to playing with the blocks I had given him. Harriet just looked around before going back to babbling at the puppy before her. I was amazed at how well behaved she was around pets. I was sure her parents had pets, at least two dogs and a cat as she had spotted the block's cat out the window this morning and had squealed out "Kitty", making Dudley cry. I found it funny she said sorry before going back to wave at the kitty and making kissy face at it.
"Hello Major and thank you Doctor Smith for coming. I hope you know I had very little to do with the children's care before the last month. But I can tell they both have problems. I do have to ask how young can children really remember things?" I asked as I led them both into the room where the children were.
"Most children start to remember about the age of 3 why do you ask?" The Doctor asked.
"Harriet seems to remember something and the color green, well bright green sets her to crying," I told them.
"I do not know what to tell you but I will ask my wife as it sounds like a psychological problem. You said her parents died in a car crash and she was with them," he said.
"Thank you but I am not sure now how they died. I have spent the past few weeks looking through papers Vernon and Petunia had but found nothing about her parents' death. They hadn't filed papers for her and it was clear she was mistreated by them. We found a mattress in a cupboard where it was clear they had kept her and worse yet planned to continue keeping her," I said. The Major placed a hand on my arm.
"I know and realize you will be doing what I say to do to make sure both children are alright," he said. I nodded at him before he moved to the children. He looked at Dudley first. He was healthy but overweight and the doctor remarked it would be hard for him to lose the weight this young. He said he would talk with one of the other doctors in his office and write out a plan to help him, but to start to cut down on his food servings and encourage him play more and move around on his own.
Harriet was another story. She was a good weight but the rash needed prescription cream. I then had him look into the cut on her head. We were confused when he pulled a small piece of wood from the cut, but it explained why it was as red and irritated as it had been. He told me she would recover fully and would help Dudley get his weight off if I allowed her to push him into playing. He gave me a few books on raising children, different from those that Amy and Kelly had given me. I looked at the books then at the children and just knew that I was in for a long hard road. But it was really worth going down for them and I wouldn't be alone as my friends and neighbors had already proven they would be willing to help.
-Time Jump-
"Now remember, just go there and drop off Alison's gift and come back; it will be dark soon. And be careful," Aunt Marge said as she gave us the box before shooing us out the door.
"Yes Aunt Marge," both me and Dudley said before hurrying off to the Finch-Fletchley home with the gift we had gotten for their youngest girl. It did not take long to get to our friend's house.
"Hello you two, what are you guys doing here?" Ms Finch-Fletchley asked as she opened the door.
"We come bearing gifts," Dudley said, holding out the note we had brought. She smiled and opened it and laughed at the 'we owe you one runt'.
"What is your aunt up to?" she asked.
"She said to remind you about the loan you gave her all those years ago," I said.
"She paid that back ages ago," replied Ms Finch Fletchley.
"True but she never gave you the runt she promised. Hey Justin you ready for the sleepover?" I asked as he came down the stairs.
"Yes, I can still go right?" he asked. His mother sighed before telling him, yes but he has to stop babying his sister. His youngest sister had been born blind and he tended to fuss over her more than the other family members.
"We'd better go," Dudley said.
"You be careful and stay on the edges of the yards," Justin's mum said as she came down the stairs with Maggie in her arms. Justin gave his mum and sister a quick kiss before we ran out the door. We were almost to the house when I spotted it.
"Guys freeze," I said. They did so but I could tell they wanted to know why.
"There is a dog up ahead on the opposite side of the street and something is wrong with it," I told them as I backed up, hoping we could get to the house behind us. Mrs. Jones might not like kids that much but she would let us in if we were in trouble. We had just got on the path when the dog charged at us. Dudley being the fastest of us took off toward the door. It was my bad luck to trip when I turned. I had been nipped more than once by all sorts of dogs and knew one day I might get a bad bite. I closed my eyes making myself as small as possible only the bite never came. Someone tugged me up and I looked at a very pale Justin, then back at the dog; well dogs. There were two of them.
"Get in here you brats!" broke us out of our shock and we ran to the house we had been trying to reach for our safety. Mrs Jones slammed and locked the door just in time as something hit it hard. "What breed of mutt is that?" she asked.
"No clue, it's not in the books Aunt Marge has nor have I seen it at the shows," I said.
"Well the other dog is getting back up and the Major is here," she said as we heard a very loud bang followed by a second one. She pulled open the door yelling at him to leave the other one.
"Are you kids alright?" Aunt Marge asked as she hugged us.
"Not a bite on them thanks to that big boy over there," Mrs. Jones said, pointing to the very large dog that was trying to get up.
"Easy boy," I said as I made my way to him.
"Oh no you don't young lady! Let the major and his son take care of him. Justin, we'll take you home. You can spend the night later this week," Aunt Marge said as she led us back to his house. His family was shocked and his mother said she would be driving us home.
"I should be thankful you did not come over here at sun up," John said as he opened the door. I blushed a little at that but walked around him and made to the correct room. I opened the door quietly - even animals need quiet when healing. I stopped dead in shock seeing a naked man in the cage the dog had been in last night. I pulled the door to and ran for the major. Something odd was going on.
"Has he pulled a stich or hurt himself?" the major asked as I dashed into the room.
"No there is a naked man where he was!" I said. Both he and John spat out the coffee they had been drinking. By the time we all returned to the room the man was half awake. I had been ordered to call Doctor Smith and his wife, so I went to wait on them while the man was moved to a room.
Two days later our life would change forever as we would learn that magic was in fact very real. But the coolest thing we learned was that werewolves were real.
It was only after the adults talked that we were allowed to meet Mr. Lupin, though we were not allowed to be alone with him just yet. I was shocked to learn he knew my parents and even knew why my name was what it was. Once he was better he took us to Diagon Alley and to Gringotts. Stoneaxe, the goblin in charge of my account was not pleased that I did not know about magic as my magical guardian should have told me long ago. Nor was he pleased when he learned where I had been first placed as I was never to go to them. I was shocked when Aunt Marge said she could understand that.
"I will tell you about it at home as you're both old enough now to understand," she told us. Stoneaxe told us he would start a recall on all items and money that had gone out from my holdings after the death of my parents. He even set up a fund for Aunt Marge and I asked that she get the money she should have been getting but she told me to keep it. It was then she told us about her mother and what the woman did to her and her brother.
"Now on to your magic guardianship; it needs to be changed as the one you have is unfit. Mr. Lupin, would you be willing to take up guardianship?" he asked.
"I would love to but as a werewolf I cannot," he said, getting an odd look from the goblin.
"My office ward did not show you are a werewolf sir," he said.
"But I have been for years since I was bitten," Mr. Lupin said.
"Maybe it has to do with the shots," Dudley said.
"What shots?" Stoneaxe and Mr. Lupin said.
"Well when you turned back we did not know about werewolves and thought it had been a mad dog so Doctor Smith gave you a rabies shot," he told them.
"Is it that simple?" Stoneaxe said before telling us to wait till he returned. When he did he asked us to wait some more for a bank employee to come in. It was almost two hours before they did. "It is that simple," he said.
"What is?" we all asked.
"To cure werewolves. Now on to business. Miss Potter needs a magical guardian and you were on the list of people to care for the child," Stoneaxe said.
"Will? But I was told… no never mind, the same person told me Harry was with Lily's family. I assumed it was her half-brother as he was a magical too," Mr. Lupin said.
"I have another uncle?" I asked.
"Yes. I could owl him if you like, but we need to read your parents' wills. Something is not right," he said.
"I will have them brought up from the vaults," Stoneaxe said.
After reading the wills Mr. Lupin was saying he needed a drink.
"I take it there is something wrong?" Aunt Marge said.
"Yes. Padfoot, I mean Sirius, was never their secret-keeper! He is in jail for betraying your parents and killing 13 muggles and one wizard. Namely Peter Pettigrew and as their wills state Peter was the Potters' keeper, did Sirius really kill the others?" he asked.
"Padfoot, I thought he was the Potter's dog?" Dudley asked. It was then Mr. Lupin explained where the names Padfoot and Moony had come from. He did tell us the Potters had a cat but it had been found dead in my nursery the night my parents had been killed. Dudley gave me an odd look but said nothing. I would be asking him about it later.
"Is there anything we can do?" I asked.
"I am not sure who to trust with this," Mr. Lupin said.
"I shall take care of it; I know a few people to talk to and a few vault keepers that will be willing to help," Stoneaxe said, before asking if I wanted some spending money as I would not be able to withdraw any funds until the audit was complete. Aunt Marge tried to say she would cover it but I requested enough funds to buy us robes and some books along with any other item we might need.
"Good we will get you the funds while our healers look at all of you. There are illnesses that you have missed vaccinations on thanks to your misplacement. Do not take wrongly what I say Madam Dursley. I am pleased with the job you have done raising the Potter Heir but she was never to be placed with your brother and his wife," Stoneaxe said. Aunt Marge could only nod and I knew I would not like what she had to tell us later on.
-Time Jump-
"Draco help that young lady up right this second," said a blond woman.
"Yes Mother," the boy said. We had just run into each other as we turned the corner in the potions shop.
"Thank you and I do not hold you at fault; we turned the corner at the same time," I said as Draco handed me back the basket.
"I am Narcissa Malfoy and this is my son Draco Malfoy," Lady Malfoy said. I gave them both a curtsy and Draco kissed my hand in return.
"I am Harriet Potter. Lady Malfoy might I ask you a question?" I asked politely.
"Ask your question child, but keep in mind I might have some of my own," she told me. I quickly asked if she was related to Cgynus Black. "Why do you wish to know that?" she asked in a harsh tone.
"He was my grandmother's nephew; I have so few magical kin that I have made it my goal to get to know them all," I told her. She hummed before asking if that was so; I just nodded at her question.
"How long have you known about your family?" she asked.
"A few months; my magical guardian has been trying to track down my uncle but he also told me about my other family members," I told her.
"That is rather odd," Draco said.
"That it is son," said a man who had walked up behind them. "Why did your guardian wait so long to tell you about your family?" he asked.
"He has only just become my magical guardian; my former one was proven unfit," I told them.
"Harriet where are you?" was called.
"Third row over Uncle Remus," I called out. The adult Malfoy's gave him a look as he came to stand behind me.
"Lupin I did not think…" Lord Malfoy said only to stop short. I saw his wife nudge him in his ribs.
"If you are willing to pay the price Goblin Stoneaxe will tell you the answer to your question," I said. He got to keep 75% of the money people paid for the answer; Lupin got the other 25%, not that he realized that yet.
"I will stop and see him after the meeting today. Come along Narcissa, Draco; we do not want to be late," he said, before wishing us a good day.
"We'd best pay for your things and head to the bank as well," Uncle Remus said. We knew what this meeting was about. Stoneaxe had contacted Lord Black and Madam Bones about the information in my parents' wills. Mainly the part about whom our secret keeper had been, as well as whom I was to be placed with and whom I was not allowed to go to. The most important information was who had witnessed the wills. I knew we shocked the Malfoys when we came into the room. I was a little shocked to see them too but Stoneaxe knew what he was doing.
We left the bank hours later. Madam Bones said she would do what she could to help my godfather but she had to be careful as there were still people in power that wanted him where he was. She wished us good day before leaving but we still had business to tend to. Draco and I were sent out of the room so the adults could talk.
"They are so cute," I said as I cooed at the baby dragon.
"It just tried to bite your hand! That breed is poisonous!" Draco said.
"Babies bite and I am sure the keepers have an antidote on hand," I said. The goblin in charge of us said I spoke the truth, then asked if we wanted to see an egg hatch. I just smiled widely at him before asking him to lead the way. Draco said I was nuts but followed after me none the less.
"Why did that egg not hatch?" I asked from where we were hidden.
"It must be a dead egg," Grinder said.
"How much?" I asked.
"Pardon?" he asked.
"How much for the egg, I cannot own a dragon but that is not a dragon and the law says nothing about eggs," I said.
"We sell them for potions if they do not hatch," he told me.
"So the potion master gets one less egg. I will pay double the price," I told him.
"Sold for 42 sickles," he told me. I was quick to get the money and receipt saying I owned it outright. I placed it in my bag of holding which I had found along with some other items years ago at a rummage sale. I did not know it at the time but several were magical. I would have Stoneaxe deal with the paperwork if there was any.
"Why do you want a dragon egg? Even I do not know enough about potions to do anything with it," Draco said.
"Who wouldn't want a dragon egg?" I replied. He just nodded and paid for the next dead egg.
"So what was it you did not want us to overhear?" I asked once we were led back into the room.
"You both will be told later if we feel there is no other choice," Aunt Marge said. I poked Draco in his ribs as I knew that tone meant not to ask any more question.
"Alright then. I bought a dead egg. Stoneaxe, please handle the paperwork for me," I said. My aunt and uncle just groaned at that.
"I have one on hold too," Draco said.
"Why?" most of the adults asked.
"Who wouldn't want to own a dragon egg?" me and Draco said at the same time.
-Time Hop -
"It is best not to do that," was said from behind me. I blushed from where I was about to poke the plant.
"I know but it is fun to watch it," I told the boy.
"It spits at you - how is that fun?" he asked.
"You have to make sure the flower is facing away from you beforehand, then poke it. I have a few at home that the family plays with," I told him. I could see he was confused so I told him how you could water them with dyed water and they would spit that color out.
"But won't the dye be on your skin?" he asked.
"It will but it washes off very easy," I told him.
"You'd best not poke those plants young lady," one of the shop owners said. It was after that I shared what happened the first time I came into the shop.
"That must have been funny," he said with a laugh.
"Oh how rude of me. I am Harriet Jamie Potter," I said giving him a curtsey.
"I am Neville Longbottom," he said before kissing my hand.
"Yes! I found another cousin!" I said with a little jump, which ended with me hitting the spitting tulips. I just grabbed his arm and ran from the shop.
"We were nowhere near the shop when that happened," I told him as I dragged him along after me.
"But my Gran said not to leave!" he told me. I slowed down at that.
"That I did Neville. Who is this and why is she pulling you around like a common ruffian?" was asked making us both jump.
"Gran I can explain," Neville said, looking at me then his Gran.
"Oh I was so excited to meet more family I just had to introduce him to the others," I told them.
"And just how are we family?" she asked coldly and with a glare.
"Well by blood and oath," I told her returning her glare.
"Oh really? What blood and who would fool enough to take an oath and not tell me, the head of the family?" she asked.
"We are blood kin through Harfang Longbottom and you Augusta Longbottom are not the head of the Longbottom family. That would be your son and as to who took the oath it would be my Godmother Alice Longbottom. Have a good day cousin and brother Neville," I said before leaving. I was already late in returning home. I could hear her ranting that they were not related to those people. I wanted to tell her without those people she would not have been a Longbottom; after all she had married his only son.
"What happened?" Dudley asked before I could get the soot off. I sighed before telling him about the woman I had just met. That she just rubbed me the wrong way.
"Please tell me you were polite?" Uncle Remus asked.
"Just as polite as she was to me," I told him before leaving the room. I knew it was rude and Aunt Marge would have something to say about it later but that woman's tone really raised my hackles. I quickly changed out of the outfit I wore to the alley to something that was easy to clean. I had chores to do and dogs to tend to before dinner.
It was hours later that I was pulled aside to have the talk I knew was coming. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I was not told to apologize as Augusta Longbottom was an adult and had no right to speak to me the way she had.
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"I am going to have a look around the train to see whom I can see," I said. Draco told me not to cause too much trouble. I hummed as I walked long glancing in the windows of compartments looking for someone that looked fun.
"Hello Neville," I said stopping and looked at him.
"Hello Harriet it is good to see you again. I looked into what you said the last time we met and you were right. Gran was not too happy with me but you left me with questions. Some I got answered. Others I could not find or was prevented from finding," he told me.
"I think we should go back to my compartment," I told him. I think it shocked him to see Draco Malfoy there but neither one said anything.
"What do you know and what can I tell you?" I asked as we took a seat.
"That your grandmother and my great grandmother were cousins from the Black family. That was all I was able to find and no one would answer any of my questions," he said.
"She tends to do this so don't worry, we will find the answers. That is what family is for," Draco said. Neville looked at him oddly then nodded.
"Do you know why your mother made mine your godmother? Do you know if she was mine? If so why haven't I met you before now?" Neville asked.
"My parents died when I was young. I was sent to live with my mum's sister but she and her husband died shortly after. My cousin and I went to live with his aunt after that. So we did not learn about magic until about two years ago. I was coming home with my cousin and a friend… hold on a second," I said, opening the door and yanking the person who had just walked past into the compartment.
"So this is the elite school you got into?" I asked only to be grinned at and told, "This is the school my parents went to".
"Harriet it is great to see you and to know that someone is a friend in this mad house," Justin said as he hugged me.
"Draco, Neville this is my best friend Justin Finch-Fletchley," I said. Justin waved at them as he took as seat.
"As I was saying, Dudley my other cousin, Justin and myself were on the way back to my house when we were attacked by…" "Why are you telling them about the dog attack?" Justin asked as I spoke. I rolled my eyes. "Because it wasn't a dog but a werewolf," I said.
"You were attacked by a werewolf!," Draco and Neville yelled.
"That is so cool!" Justin said.
"I know and no one was hurt save for the one that attacked us," I told them.
"How?" Draco asked.
"Our neighbor Major Fubster shot it," I told them.
"With a gun, both rounds right to the head. Wait, if that one was a werewolf the other one had to be one too? Right whatever happened to it?" Justin asked.
"There were two?" Neville said almost breathless.
"Yes and we sort of cured him of being a werewolf," I said.
"That is impossible; potion masters have been trying for ages to do that!" Draco yelled while glaring at me.
"I didn't know about magic then just that a guy went from being a odd looking dog that stopped a sick odd looking dog from killing us that night. The major called a doctor and they gave him a rabies shot and wham no more werewolf. You can ask Stoneaxe my account manager, it seems my family has been employing werewolves for ages and all of them have gotten the shot. So now they have all the perks of being a werewolf but none of the drawbacks," I said. I clearly remember telling him about this before but maybe they just did not wish to pay for the information.
"Would you swear on your magic?" Draco asked.
"Yes," I said. He wrote a quick note before calling out, "Dobby". I was shocked to see an elf pop into the compartment.
"Take this to father right away and tell them to go to see Stoneaxe, Cousin Harriet's account manager," he said. The elf took his note before popping away.
"What…" I kicked Justin before he could ask his question. I had the same one but felt it wasn't one to ask.
"But back to your questions; you have it a little wrong. My grandparents were Fleamont and Euphemia Potter. Charlus and Dorea Potter had a son who would have been my dad's cousin. Euphemia was a Longbottom before she married. Your great grandfather was her brother. I am not sure where that makes us cousins but it does," I told him.
"Just agree with her. She has already claimed you kin and she will not back away from this," Justin said.
"But you said you have Black blood," Draco said.
"I do on my mother's side. Her mother was from the Black family; she was the daughter of Alphard Black," I said.
"How doesn't anyone know this?" Draco asked.
"I have no idea. Most everyone that I have meet assumes I am the grandchild of Dorea and Charlus Potter. I think it's because both Charlus and Grandfather named their sons James." All the boys blinked at me and I sighed before going on. "My dad's name was James Potter. He was the son of Fleamont and Euphemia Potter. Fleamont's younger twin brother Charlus Potter and his wife Dorea also named their son James," I said.
"I thought Charlus was his younger brother; oh the cutoff date," Neville said.
"Yes that is what happened," I said. Neville was quick to explain what the cutoff date was and how it affected some people. Before we realized it we had reached Hogwarts where the ride over the lake was not fun. It seemed only Justin and myself could swim, Draco had yet to learn and Neville had almost drowned when his uncle tossed him in a body of water at a young age. Thankfully we stayed upright. The only eventful thing that happened was that once we reached the other shore, Neville's toad Trevor somehow ended up in the boat.
"I thought you left him on the train?" Justin asked.
"So did I but he has the habit of escaping," Neville told us.
"I have to ask, did anyone in your family tell you just how we are sorted? I tried to read about it but the books just glossed over it," Justin said.
"I read all about it in Hogwarts: A History," some girl with bushy hair said.
"Yes I read that too; but it does not tell you how we are sorted," Justin said.
"We have to wrestle a troll," said a boy with red hair. I could not help but laugh at that.
"And what do you think is so funny?" he snapped.
"Most of us are 11; there is no breed of troll out there that we could handle. Some of our classmates just learned magic was real," I said.
"Weasley I cannot believe you would fall for something so stupid," Draco said.
"Oh we are related to them. You are my fourth or fifth cousin," I said. I was about to ask if Draco or Neville knew what generation it was, when I was shoved to the ground.
"I am not related to scum like you!" the Weasley boy yelled.
"Mr. Weasley, that will be a two weeks detention and I will be having a meeting with your parents first thing in the morning about your behavior," snapped Professor McGonagall before telling us to follow her.
I smiled when those around me winced at my whistle and yelling.
"Miss please keep quiet while in line," Professor McGonagall said.
"Nope, not going to happen. I am going to cheer for my friends and family. Well not all of them," I said. The Weasley sniped once more he wasn't related to someone like me. The professor just hushed us both as did the girl with bushy hair. When it was Neville's turn Draco took a step away from me; he learned fast. But I knew how to make noise when I wanted to. So when the hat yelled out Slytherin I placed both fingers in my mouth and whistled. He had told us he thought he would be a Hufflepuff but his Gran had wanted him in Gryffindor like his dad. But he must be taking after his great-grandmother. Draco's sorting did not take long.
I got odd looks when called but few people said anything. I was chanting Slytherin in my head when the hat was placed there, but could not help the stray thought about lice. 'Hey I am cleaned daily and it is my job to sort you,' I heard. I just kept chanting 'Slytherin'. 'Oh very well," Slytherin". I jumped up and handed the hat back before moving to sit next to Neville.
"My Gran is going to kill me," he whispered.
"Nah just tell her you are taking after your great-grandmother, she was a Slytherin," I told him as the Weasley boy was placed in Gryffindor. Once the sorting was done I could hear the whispers of questions asking where The-Boy-Who-Lived was. It was only then I think Draco and Neville realized just who I was. As they both cursed I just smiled at them before greeting our newest and last house member.