Disclaimer: If I owned the Harry Potter series, do you really think he'd have wound up with Ginny Weasley

Disclaimer: If I owned the Harry Potter series, do you really think he'd have wound up with Ginny Weasley?

Viewed From a New Perspective

Summary: AU Harry is taken from Godric's Hollow and raised by vampires. Oh, and he's a girl, too. Girl!Vampire!Harry

Preface:

A dark-haired man fell to the ground, dead. "Useless," murmured Lord Voldemort, red eyes flashing. It amused him to no end when the mudblood pleaded for her son's life. He killed her with Avada Kedavra too, with a moment of pity for Severus. He did love her for some strange reason, after all.

His non-existent lips turned upwards in a parody of a grin as he saw the tiny brunet infant staring up at him with solemn emerald eyes, seeming to know why he was there. Ah, you cannot hide from the Dark Lord, little one. It's a shame about the prophecy; I could have made you, who look so like I did, into my heir. Oh well, that's fate. With that thought comforting the odd feeling of guilt for murdering a helpless infant- it wasn't exactly stealing candy from him- the Dark Lord uttered the last words he'd need that night. "Avada Kedavra!" The most feared wizard- one couldn't use the term man without much debate- in centuries whimpered in fear as the curse slashed violently across the babe's forehead, and quickly claimed Voldemort as the victim of its effects. The Dark Lord was reduced to less than a specter.

The Death Eaters posted outside the house fled, the traitor Pettigrew protected by two of the bulkiest masked men, to the safety of Riddle Manor. Wards ricocheted them off the grounds, landing them in the creepy graveyard nearby. Simultaneously, they apparated away- Voldemort had informed his loyal followers that their entrance to the manor would only be barred if he died. Clearly, the mission had gone horribly wrong.

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Back in Godric's Hollow, an old man in blue-with-silver-stars robes picked his way through the rubble, grumbling to himself about traitors, failed Fidelus Charms, and people who had the bad taste to live in homes with so much wood and metal. A blubbering half-giant cleared the largest debris out of their way, and began to howl with grief when a flung beam revealed the black hair and glassy hazel bespectacled eyes of James Potter. "Leave him for the moment, Hagrid." The old man commanded, blue eyes twinkling faintly at Hagrid's quick obedience.

"Professor!" he exclaimed, "I found Lily fer yeh. Bu' I don' see 'Arry…" he trailed off sadly. The aged professor joined his groundskeeper in surveying the wreckage, letting out a despairing moan upon sighting the bloody blanket-swathed baby in his concealed crib.

"Hagrid, the crib-" Albus Dumbledore's words were cut off by a blur of movement. What appeared to be a teenage girl crouched in front of the wailing child. From her auburn hair and moss-green eyes, Dumbledore placed her as an Evans. Except, the leather tunic and wool leggings she wore looked more in place in a legend of Merlin.

"Old one," her bell-chime voice floated towards them, a soft Irish lilt playing in it. "The child shall live with the Marked."

Albus felt cold dread at that statement. "Harry Potter will not live with Death Eaters."

This elicited a chuckle from the strange girl, who tucked a stray hair behind an ear. "Not Dark Marked, here-" she shoved her left sleeve up, exposing a lightning-bolt scar where the professor had expected Voldemort's brand. "See?" She inquired, "and the mark on his forehead." Pale fingers brushed inky hair away from a lightning-bolt scar on Harry's skin.

"Young Harry will live with his aunt and uncle." Dumbledore insisted.

"Afraid not, Headmaster. Harry will attend Hogwarts though, you can count on it." She grinned at him, showing off pearly fangs. "You see, magic and the Fates have willed it so. Would you like to test your will against theirs?"

"Very well," the headmaster of Hogwarts sighed in defeat, silencing Hagrid's protests. Harry will attend Hogwarts though… count on it. He would. He knew of the Coven, and was confident in his ability to retrieve Harry Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World, if needed.

The Vampire beamed at them, lifting Harry out of the cradle and disappearing into the night.

"Professor…?"

"Yes, Hagrid?"

"Did you have to…?"

"Yes, Hagrid."

"Oh. An' 'Arry will be fine?"

"Yes, Hagrid."

"Oh, alrigh'."

"We're leaving, Hagrid."

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The girl cradled her new charge closer as she reappeared within the antechamber. What is off about you little one? I cannot think of you as male… your scent is off too… ah! A glamour! She whispered a True Form spell, and checked beneath the indignant babe's diaper. "Sorry, dearheart. Just needed to confirm your being female." She sported a huge grin suddenly, and gently bit Harry's neck, healing the infected wound and murmuring, "welcome to the Coven of the Marked, Hari."

A/N: Reviews are golden and speed the writing processes! Also, no flames please. Criticism and betas welcome, as this is my first fic. g hehehe… Next chapter: Hari gets her Hogwarts letter, converses with a snake, and more!