I CHANGED THIS STORY SLIGHTLY SO I'M REPOSTING IT!
In this story Harry (who is actually Harriet in this story) is reborn three years after the final battle, but instead of being reborn as herself or in another time as someone else, she's reborn as Daphne Greengrass. However, instead of being reborn into her world, she's reborn into another, parallel world, very similar but also with differences from what she knows. By the way, we don't know much about Daphne or her family from Canon so I can be as creative as I want (and since this is also a parallel world I can change even more things about her background, family etc). There's no particular reason for why I chose Daphne except for the fact that she's in the same year as Harry but in slytherin, she's a pureblood and in Draco's clique in canon though her family remained neutral during the first war (and the second too?).
This story will start in book3 (Prisoner of Azkaban) and it will be Lucius/DaphneHarry eventually. Daphne is born the 30th of November 1979 (same year as Hermione). That means that she started Hogwarts almost a year later (because she wasn't yet eleven when Hogwarts started in September 1990 and she had to wait for the next year). This story will probably have underage sex but Harry is technically an adult (at least mentally) so I don't know if it still can be considered underage. Anyway, nothing more than kisses (probably) will happen until she's 16. Also, this story will have teacher/student relationship. I just love the idea of Lucius Malfoy being the DADA teacher.
(TO EVERYONE NOT OKAY WITH MY CHOICE IN COUPLE, ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS: MY STORY, MY CHOICE. IF YOU'RE NOT OKAY WITH IT, GO READ SOMETHING ELSE BECAUSE I'M NOT CHANGING IT, NO MATTER HOW MANY REVIEWS YOU LEAVE ME, SAYING YOU DON'T LIKE LUCIUS/FEMHARRY TOGETHER BECAUSE I DON'T CARE. OH, AND THE IDEA OF HARRY/FEMHARRY TOGETHER IS CREEPY. I'D NEVER WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THAT. IT WOULD BE LIKE TWO TWINS FUCKING LIKE CERSEI AND JAIME LANNISTER OR SOMETHING.)
Also, like I said, some things are different. First of all, Narcissa died in childbirth (but Draco is still alive). That means that Draco will probably be a little different from the Draco we know from Canon. Harry as well will be different, he's not the same Harry from Canon, he doesn't even look the same. And FemHarryDaphne will be OOC as well because she's a Harry with five more years of experience compared to Canon!Harry after the final battle and her life went radically different after that (this story is obviously not Epilogue compliance). There are other changes as well but you'll find out as you read the story.
Anyway, I imagine DaphneHarry as Ginta Lapina (though much curvier in the chest department, a slimmer waist (wasp waist) and with a rounder behind - completely unrealistic body figure but it's fanfiction so who cares?) but with emerald green eyes. Hope you like it.
Summary:
Harry wakes up in King's Cross a second time and gains a second chance at life. Too bad she ends up in Daphne Greengrass' body. Do-Over fiction (Kind of). FemHarry is Daphne. Maybe Dark!HarryasDaphne, probably Grey!HarryasDaphne. Still-Slytherin!Daphne. Powerful!HarryasDaphne, Smart!HarryasDaphne. HarryasDaphne/Lucius eventually.
THROUGH DAPHNE'S EYES
Prologue
Harry opened her eyes slowly and realized immediately where she was. King's Cross or better, the empty, impossibly white King's Cross she had woken up in when she died before defeating Voldemort.
Now here she was again, after only five years. She was almost relieved to be back here, finally able to join her parents and the people she loved. Her life after Voldemort didn't go at all like she had expected.
She broke up with George after only one year, she quit Auror training after only six months and even her relationship with Ron and Hermione wasn't the same anymore after the two of them got married.
She didn't begrudge them their happiness but she felt like a third wheel every time they were together and so she had started to avoid them. She spent most of her time alone now or with Neville and sometimes Luna.
In short, she felt empty and unsatisfied with her life.
She really thought that, after killing Voldemort, things would finally change. But they didn't. The Ministry was still as corrupted as ever and the prejudices against both muggleborns and magical creatures (or those who had magical creatures' blood) were still very much present; though, with the excuse of being more accepting towards muggleborns (but that was just a façade) the laws that were in place to hide them from the Muggles had become laxer and the threat of discovery was ever present.
Harry feared that day. She knew what would happen if the muggles found out about them and it wasn't anything good. Though she hated Voldemort and his radical views and methods, there were some things that she couldn't help but agree with. Muggles were dangerous. She had grown up with the Dursleys that though were the extreme side of the spectrum, were still an example on how muggles could react when faced with the idea of some people having magic. Of course, some like Hermione's parents, were perfectly okay with it but what would happen if there were more people who would react like the Dursleys? The muggles were so much more numerous than them and they had weapons and technologies that could be just as dangerous if not more dangerous than magic. The threat was too big and the wizarding world at large was completely ignorant of it.
In addition to that, now the old pureblood families, the ones who had mostly dark ancestry, were persecuted as well. Dark magic was completely forbidden and the magic that fell within that category had grown and was still growing over the years. Blood magic of any kind was forbidden – even the one used in Medimagic or Blood adoption. Speaking parseltongue was absolutely forbidden – not that there was anyone who could actually speak it except for her and, as far as everyone knew, she had lost that ability when she had killed Voldemort – let alone using parselmagic. Every book about that had been burned – except for the few ones she had found in the Black Family Library that she had been able to salvage – and more and more books about other types of Dark Magic, even the more innocuous form of it, were disappearing.
That wasn't the world she had fought for. She had fought for peace and justice. There was nothing just about this.
The more the Ministry tried to forbid Dark Magic and the more she went against their stupid, unjust laws and immersed herself more and more in it. Parselmagic in particular was something that came natural to her. Not everyone who could speak parseltongue could use parselmagic but she could and she was really good at it, just as good as she was with Defense against the Dark Arts. She was good at the Dark Arts as well though she wasn't really surprised by that. When Voldemort tried to kill her that Halloween night, he gifted her with part of his magic like Dumbledore had said. Now that the horcrux inside her was gone, that magic, in addition to her own magic, that had been unconsciously used to keep its influence over her at bay, was free of any bounds. And damn but she was powerful, much more powerful that she had ever realized. Maybe not as powerful as Voldemort or even Dumbledore but still very powerful.
But she was tired, so tired. Tired of hiding who she really was. Tired of people thinking they knew her just because she was the girl-who-lived (and now the Defeater of Voldemort) when they really had no idea. Tired of this world that was getting worse and worse instead of getting better. Tired of the fact that so many people – good, brave people – had died for nothing.
Maybe that was why she had gotten careless lately, thinking she could go anywhere just because Voldemort was dead. Maybe that was why she had had the brilliant idea of walking in Nocturne Alley in the middle of the night, drunk and without her wand on her. Maybe that was why one of the Death Eaters that had escaped custody was able to get the best of her and kill her. Maybe she had simply stopped caring if she lived or died.
Harry shook her head at those thoughts and got up, looking around herself. The place hadn't changed one bit since the last time she had been there but this time she was alone. There was no horcrux writhing on the ground or Dumbledore to greet her. There was only her and a train.
Harry shrugged and figured that that was it, she was supposed to take the train. She started walking and got on the first coach she found in front of her. There was plenty of space since the train was empty.
The train started moving as soon as she had sat down and Harry relaxed on the seat. Soon her vision and all her body were enveloped in a blindingly white light and the surroundings disappeared. She couldn't even see where she was sitting anymore. She closed her eyes, gasping for breath.
When she opened them again she wasn't on the train anymore but in what looked like Hogwarts' infirmary. She squinted her eyes at the bright light of the room and groaned in pain. All her body hurt.
"Daphne? Daphne, can you hear me?" A woman's voice asked from beside her.
Harry turned to look at her and saw that she was a very beautiful woman in her 30's, with paler hair than the Malfoys - the shade of her hair was between a very pale gold and silver color, like moonlight. Harry wasn't sure she was talking to her though because, why the hell was this woman calling her Daphne?
"Yeah." Harry answered anyway, trying to figure out what was going on. The last thing she remembered was that she had died (again) and she had boarded the train. Why was she at Hogwarts once again?
"Oh, thank Merlin! I was so worried! When you fell off your broom during the match I was so scared."
"I fell off my broom?" Harry asked, more and more confused.
"Don't you remember? You and your team were playing against Hufflepuff? There was a terrible storm and then the dementors came."
"The dementors?" This story sounded incredibly familiar. In fact, it sounded like that time in her third year when she fell off her broom during a quidditch match because of the dementors that were looking for Sirius.
"Yes, because of Sirius Black." The woman answered, a pained look on her face.
"Sirius? I'm sorry but what year is it?"
The woman looked worried now "It's 1993. We're in November. This is your third year at Hogwarts. Do you remember any of it?"
Harry widened her eyes in shock. "Huh…and who am I?"
The woman looked really worried now. "I'm going to call Pomphrey. There's obviously something wrong with your memory." She stood up to do just that but Harry stopped her.
"No, please. Tell me!"
"You're Daphne Greengrass. You're my daughter."
At those words Harry fainted for the first time since she was thirteen and this time it wasn't because of any dementors. She had somehow ended up back in time and she was in Daphne Greengrass' body.