Hey guys! This is my 1st fanfiction and it's a Harry Potter one. YAY! *crowd cheers* Where the hell did they come from? Anyway, I don't own anything soooooo yeah… *rocks back and forth on heels* If I did Harry and Hermione would date so many people that by the end you wouldn't be able to keep track. In case you didn't know or didn't bother to read the description this is a Fem!Harry fic.

Alright, here are the rules:

You don't like Fem!Harry? Get out

You want to hate on me for no reason? Get out

You want to start an argument in the reviews (if I get any)? Yep you guessed it, Get out.

I'm not sure about the pairing yet so feel free to suggest pairings. It can be anyone, it can be slash, I don't care.

If you want to suggest possible plot ideas as well, go ahead. I can't guarantee I will use all of them, but I can TRY.

WARNING: This story contains bashing of several characters including Dumbledork, Ginny, Ron, Molly and Arthur Weasley. You don't like it? *gasp* Guess what? Get out.

If you want to point out any mistakes feel free but please, please, PLEASE don't start hating for no reason.

When you think of No.4 Privet Drive you think of 'Normal', wealthy humans going about their daily routines, am I right? Well you need to learn to not judge a book by its cover, moron!

~Harri! Be nice!

Sorry Hermione! Anyway, back to the story. No.4 Privet Drive however, was not normal. You see, in the smallest bedroom was a girl much different to the other inhabitants of the house. She had pitch black, curly hair, that in the right light looked purple, a thin face and startlingly green, almond-shaped eyes were identical to those of her mother. The girl wore round-rimmed glasses, peculiarly similar to her father's glasses and upon her forehead, covered by her unruly black hair, was a scar shaped like a lightning bolt.

This girl's name was Harriet, or Harri Potter. And she, unlike her horrible, selfish, fat, nos-

~Harriet Potter! Watch your language!

Okay, okay! As I was saying, she, unlike her relatives the Dursleys, was a witch. And she had just come back from her 4th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where she would attend for three more years.

But even in the magical world she was different. For thirteen years ago, when Harri was just a one year old, the Dark Lord Voldemort broke into the house she shared with her parents. Her parents fought valiantly, but it was all in vain, and Lilly and James Potter fell on Halloween night. Everyone thought that Harriet Potter would share the same fate, but something happened that Voldemort did not intend. When Lilly Potter sacrificed herself in order to save her daughter, she bestowed upon her a love so powerful and pure, that not even the killing curse could harm her.

The killing curse was a curse that summons all the hate in the body and releases it onto a living being. It kills instantly and no one has ever blocked it before. So when the Dark Lord pointed his wand at little Harri Potter and muttered the curses incantation, Avada Kedavra, he didn't expect the curse to bounce straight off the baby girl, leaving the girl with a lightning bolt shaped scar on her forehead. Voldemort felt an emotion he hadn't felt in years, fear. The curse was heading straight towards him, and when it landed, it destroyed the body his spirit resided in.

But he was not dead. Oh, no, no, no. You see, Voldemort had done something so horrible, so inhumane even his most loyal followers were not told because he felt they would become disloyal. He created a horcrux. In fact, he created six of them. Horcruxes are when you kill someone innocent and pure, usually an infant, out of cold blood and then using that death as a sacrifice in a dark ritual, splitting off part of the soul. Voldemort was no longer human. So Voldemort could be resurrected, and that's exactly what happened.

It happened last year at Hogwarts. Voldemort had been trying to regain his body each year (except for 3rd year) but this time he succeeded. A Death Eater (Voldemort's followers) by the name of Barty Crouch Jr had sneaked into Hogwarts and impersonated Harri's Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody. He then entered Harri's name into the Triwizard Tournament.

There were three different tasks the champions had to complete, collecting a golden egg off a dragon, swimming in The Black Lake to find friends that were hidden there and a maze where the Triwizard trophy was in the centre.

At the end of the 3rd task Harri and her schoolmate Cedric Diggory both grabbed the trophy to make it a win for Hogwarts together, but that was when tragedy struck.

The trophy was a portkey, an object that would transport the people holding it at a certain time or when certain people are holding it. Unfortunately, Harri was that person. They were transported to a graveyard.

FLASHBACK

"Cedric, we have to get back to the cup. Now!" exclaimed Harri.

She looked around. It was dark and gloomy. Fog lingered in the air. Nearby was a shabby house that looked like it hadn't been lived in for years. They had landed behind a statue of an angel of death. Its shadow loomed over them. In front of the statue was a huge cauldron. 'I really hope I don't find out what that's for' She thought.

"What are you talking about?" Cedric questioned, glancing around cautiously.

A flame burst beneath the cauldron as the door to the nearby house opens, revealing someone carrying a blanket-wrapped bundle. A burst of pain shot through Harri's scar, like someone had held a scorching hot poker against it. She fell to her knees in agony, screaming.

"Harri, what is it?" Cedric questioned, slowly pulling out his wand.

"Get back to the cup! Cedric, now!" Harri replied, scared for her friends life, but Cedric didn't listen.

He stood up, wand at the ready to defend both himself and Harri.

"Who are you, what do you want?" He asked courageously. Harri couldn't help but think through the pain that Cedric would have made an excellent Gryffindor, but she shook the thought from her head. They were in a dangerous situation and she was thinking of the Hogwarts houses!

Harri's eyes were drawn towards the person with the bundle once again and with a jolt realised that it was Peter Pettigrew and was filled with a boiling rage.

"Kill the spare!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"No! Cedric!"

FLASHBACK ENDED

It plagued her every night. It was her fault. It was supposed to be her that died that night.