Growing up Harley
One Shot, x-over with Harry Potter, but not set in Hogwarts. The story follows Harleen Quinzel (Harley Quinn) as she grows up.
A friend who has a deviantArt account asked on my behalf an artist if I could use their work as my Cover art, Thank you Hernan (snake6666 on deviantart).
Chapter 1
The Magical Quinzel-line goes back many generations, the oldest, traceable member was a prisoner abandoned on the Savage Land by the Vikings, many years before the America's was discovered. It was not until the return of civilization that the line took a name though. The name Quinzel was brought over by a stowaway who romanced a Savage and discovered the magic she held.
But Quinzel magic acted differently, uniquely to those in the line, for only the fairer side held magic. While the rough side still carry the gene and pass it on, if they had a daughter. It is written as a theory, in the old book, that a Norwegian magic user cast the curse on the line because of the prisoner held magic. Not really thinking that the man would survive his wording of the curse was off, but that is only a theory since the first page was blackened by flame a long time ago.
But why is this history important? Simple, after many, many generations of producing only boys, the first girl is born again, named after her many greats grand aunt, Harleen. Young Harleen had a difficult birth, and from the first finger she held she produced magic.
But Harleen's life wasn't perfect. Her father hated her for her magic. Jealousy can bring out the worst in people. Punishment was given for the slightest of things, and meals were withheld. By the time she was seven she had missed at least three years worth of food, if you were feeling kind to say that. It was at the dawn of the new day after her next birthday that Harleen snapped.
She picked up a simple cutting knife from the table and snuck into her father's room. With near surgical precision she separated his heart from his body. She left a note for the police to find before she ran away in search of her mother. The note read:
I didn't think he would miss it. It wasn't like he ever used it.
Harleen never found her mother, but she did find some form of maternal love. After three years of searching in vein and sleeping on the streets Harleen found herself at a zoo. The animals gave Harleen something she never had: love.
For three weeks no-one noticed the little girl living in the zoo, but that was remedied when out of nowhere a stern looking man appeared carrying the key her father always had around his neck and a letter addressed to her.
Lady Harleen Quinzel
Hyena Enclosure
New York Zoo
New York
"Are you sure this is right?" Harleen asked. "'cause I ain't no lady."
"Quite, with your father's demise you inherited his title, wealth and lands. Something he wasn't privy to since he didn't have magic. I am a representative of the Magical Allied Society of Educational Academies or M.A.S.E.A."
"Is that a school or somethin'?" Harleen asked flipping the parchment envelope over.
"Something, there are three Schools of Magical Learning in the United States. You have been accepted at the Salem Witch's Institute. The Institute is a prestige magical learning facility catering for only witches. Your name has been added to their system the day you displayed magic. Your school fees and study materials have been paid for out of your account, so you may disregard the course books in your yearly supply lists, for they will be in this bag." He handed Harleen a messenger bag with integrate symbols all over.
"Whatcha pullin' Mistah, I can't feel nothin' in it?" Harleen was no stranger to magic but growing up away from the world makes her basically muggleborn.
"The bag is enchanted with a featherweight charm, an untraceable expansion charm, a reclaim charm and lastly a summoning charm. For all intensive purposes the bag will remain empty until you want something from it, and you can store anything inside that can fit through the brim."
"So say I wanna put a lamppost in the bag?"
"Technically you will be able to do it yes, but it is not recommended." The man smiled.
"Jus' wond'ring." Harleen smiled then read the note.
Salem Witch's Institute
Headmistress Laura Bloodgood
(Order of Merlin 2nd class)
Dear Lady Quinzel
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at the Salem Witch's Institute. Should you accept our offer let the M.A.S.E.A. correspondent visiting you know.
Please find enclosed a list of supplies for your first year. Students are not allowed familiars or pets. You may bring a form of transportation if you so desire, a list of acceptable mediums can be found on the list.
You will be spirited away when term starts with all your supplies. Have them packed by September 1st.
Yours sincerely
Julia Felts
Deputy Headmistress
"Say mistah if I don't wanna go here, what are my options?" Harleen asked folding the first parchment of paper.
"You could apply for the other Schools and maybe get accepted in three to eleven years."
"Slim pickin's gothca." She returned to the letter.
Salem Witch's Institute
Uniform:
First years will require:
Fitted dresses or robes for Social Gatherings trice a year
One pair of protective gloves
One winter cloak (Lilac)
Please note all clothes should carry name tags. The dress/robe should be worn to the start of term feast.
Equipment:
Wand
Cauldron (Pewter size 2, best for potion brewing in class)
Glass or Crystal Phials
Brass Scales
Approved Mediums of Transportation:
Broom
Enchanted leather glider-jacket
Feather, Membrane or Scaly wing set
Course Books:
Books can be purchased as a package or separately from the SWI collection
Standard book of Spells Grade 1
Modern History of Magic
Transfiguration 101
Essential Defense Against the Dark Arts
Magical Drafts and Potions
Magical Herbs and Fungi of the World
Helpful Books:
Magical Theory
A History of Magic
Defensive Magical Theory
Just when Harleen read the last word she felt a tug behind her naval and she was pulled through the air at a very fast spin. When she stopped spinning she toppled over onto the softest paving she ever felt. There was a pop and the M.A.S.E.A. representative appeared.
"Shall we?"
Harleen was lead through the shopping district buying her other equipment and placing it in her bag. The first other magical kid she met was at the robe shop, a raven haired girl going by the name Zatanna Zatara. From the word go Harleen didn't like the girl, but gave her a shot. She was obviously old blood and arrogant to boot.
"Quinzel? I heard of you, long line of squibs." Zatanna said.
"There is a difference between squib and cursed you know." Harleen defended.
"Cute accent, Lower East Side?"
"Greenpoint."
"Same place essentially. So where are you heading."
"Salem," Harleen could see Zatanna almost fall she resisted the urge to smirk.
"I thought you were set for the Gotham Institute." Zatanna said respectfully. "Did you win a scholarship?"
"Jus' 'cause I'm from Brooklyn, dun' automatically mean I'm lower class. Your vault number is somewhere in the high hun'reds right? My family's below 10." With that Harleen jumped from the stool glad that her fitting was over.
The last stop was for her wand. The shop they entered was riddled with ambient magic. Harleen somehow knew that, even if the owner dusted once in a while, the dust would be back within a few seconds. She waited patiently for the shopkeeper to arrive.
"A Quinzel, I am honored." The voice came from a young man with auburn hair and fairy silvery eyes. "Now I could go through the whole measurement routine to take your mind of my eyes scanning you, but we both know you're too observant for that." Harleen giggled while her guide gaped at the man. "Shall we?"
Harleen tried 42 wands before one finally reacted to her.
"Interesting," the shop keeper said while wrapping the wand. "My mentor made this wand while in a state we call The Wake. Normally wands made in this state cannot be identified unless you snap them. This wand however can.
"Dogwood is tricky to work with as it enjoys being entertained. RE'EM horn cores haven't been seen in a very long time. This wand has been in this shop for 50 years and has never chosen anyone."
With her wand safely tucked into her bag Harleen looked around the shop and noticed a few oddities. Upon requiring she found out that, even though the shop keeper gets a monthly salary from the government, it can only keep him afloat. Being a young man he needs some fun times to satisfy his other needs.
So he bought the shop next door and broke it into the wand shop. There he sells all matter of other items, like wand servicing kits, wand holsters and magical transportation maintenance kits. Harleen bought a wand holster for her boots and arm and a wand servicing kit.
Harleen got a room at the inn where her guide bought lunch before going back home. There she would stay for the next month studying her books and casting lesser spells to get a feel for her wand.
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