Heather Potter and the Mirror's Vision

Hello! This is my first fanfiction I have written, but I have been playing with this idea for some time. This is a FemHarry story, but I have added some hopefully interesting twists. Some I will reveal in the course of the story, but some should be known beforehand. This story is truly not only one genre, this is a story where Harry is left with the Dursleys, but the events that then occur will be changed, first subtly, then much more noticeably. This is due to of course, the gender change, but also me adding some twists that could have happened if Vernon had been just a little more cruel. You'll see what I mean soon. Also, I will have one original character to give Harry a love interest later, but he won't be important for quite a while. There will be other changes, but as I mentioned before, you will have to read to find out about them!

Now I am in college, and also right now in Israel. This means my hours are very odd for anyone in the states or anywhere not near here. But I will be writing at any chance I get. Also, I do not have an editor at this time, so I will be relying on reviews to know if I need to edit anything! This also means it may take a bit before I put up chapters, as I will want to read through them, and maybe rope in a friend or two to read it as well if I am lucky.

So this was my little introduction to my first story. I hope you wish to join me in Harry's, or should I say Heather's adventure into Witchcraft and Wizardry. See you soon!

Dreamkinen

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I do not own any characters or places in this Universe. They all belong to one Mrs. Rowling, although I have gone to the liberty of changing some things!

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Prologue

April 14, 1980

It was a warm spring day in the village of Godric's Hollow when a car drove up to a decently sized cottage at the end of the road. This wouldn't be so odd if not for that fact that the driver of the car almost drove onto the grass instead of the welcoming-looking driveway, before leaving the car and stretching luxuriously, letting the gentle breeze ruffle his jet black hair. The other passenger took a moment to turn off the ignition with a gentle tap from a curious stick she took out of her purse before leaving as well. "You know there is no real point in driving if you waste the gas by not turning off the engine, James." She said sternly, although a humorous glint in her green eyes showed her amusement at her husband's antics. "Ah, but the healer said you aren't allowed to apparate until the baby comes, Lily" Said the man named James, taking the moment to walk around the car to give his wife a kiss on the cheek and rub her swelling belly. "I'm more likely to have problems with your driving than with a simple apparition" She said playfully, flicking her long auburn hair in James' face before walking gracefully into the house, leaving a slightly dazed James next to the car. He let out a soft chuckle, "That woman…" then ran in after her.

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July 31st -August 1st, 1980

James paced the waiting room of St. Mungo's Maternity Ward, the tension clear in his face. "You must relax, James, or Lily won't be the only one in the hospital tonight." Stated a calm man with light brown hair and curious gold-flecked eyes. "Moony is right for once. You're leaving a hole in the nice clean floor" Joked another black-haired man. The man called Moony gave this third man a look before gently leading the resistant James to an empty chair. "It's been 6 hours. The baby should be here by now" He said with a strained tone, taking the seat without seeming to truly notice what he was doing. "The baby will come when it is good and ready. But you have to be patient as well." Said Moony, putting a steady hand on his friend's shoulder. "Of course you're right, you're the sane one among us, Remus old buddy." James said, although the tension never left his face.

"Mr Potter?" A woman in lime-green robes called out from a hallway connected to the waiting room. James jumped up, as did Remus, the black-haired man, and a mousy-haired man with a round face who had so far been quiet. His own wife had given birth to a lovely boy earlier that day, and had stayed as moral support for James' and Lily's first child. The only one who stayed in his seat was a small man with brown hair and small, watery eyes. He simply wrung his hands in his seat, staring at the healer. The healer took a moment to adjust the papers in her hand before smiling "I am proud to announce you are now the father of a bouncing baby girl, born on July 31st, at 11: 55 pm. Only a moment later, and she would have been an August baby!" A round of congratulations, back-slapping, and hugging went around. James stood in place, the tension quickly evaporating from his face to be replaced by a kind of happy amazement. He seemed unable to form any words, so the other black-haired man took it upon himself to ask the healer, " When can our proud new father see his daughter?" The healer let out a laugh, before answering, "Mrs. Potter is ready at any time Mr…"

"Black, Sirius Black" He answered, tucking a strand of hair away from his face and smiling. " You never take a moment not to flirt, Do you Sirius?" Remus said with a glint in his eye, before once again gently steering the frozen James towards his wife and daughter's room.

James' stupor finally faded when he was left alone in the room with an exhausted, but glowing Lily and a curious shaped bundle in her arms. " Is that…?" He was able to finally choke out. Lily smiled gently at him and nodded. She also seemed at a loss for words. She held out the bundle, and James gently took it from her, eager to see the face of his new child. Out of the soft pink blankets came a shock of thick black hair and, surprisingly, an awake, alert face with wide green eyes. "She has your eyes." He whispered, sitting in the chair next to Lily's bed. Lily smiled again before finally saying, just as quietly, "I thought Heather was a good name for her, seeing as Harry wouldn't work so well in this case." James, never taking his eyes off the child in his arms, who seemed to decide she liked him enough to fall asleep, took his wife's hand, smiled, and said. "Heather, I like it."

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November 2nd, 1981

It was 6 in the morning, and Privet Drive was all but silent. The residents of the carefully trimmed street were just waking up, although Petunia Dursley of Number 4, Privet drive had been awake for about half an hour now, dealing with her son Dudley, who had taken it upon himself to become the house's personal alarm clock. But now was the time to take a break from his antics in order to drop off the milk for the milkman, who would be arriving any minute. But on the stoop was not empty space, awaiting her used milk bottles, but a bundle of blankets with a small hand and a letter poking out. Thus, Mrs. Dursley's morning started with a crash and two screams.

Later

"I WILL NOT HAVE THAT, THAT, THING IN MY HOUSE!" Boomed the large, beefy man, disturbing the peace of the spotless living room where his wife stood, shielding the bundle in her hands. This was an argument that had been going on from the moment he had woken up to find his wife feeding a baby who was much too small to be his own child. Normally, Petunia sided with her husband, Vernon, on all things. She had been prepared to hate her sister's child as well, when they had been talking about it the previous day. But one look into green eyes and round baby face took her back many years, when her own mother let her hold Lily after they came home from the hospital, although this child had black hair and a crusted-over wound on her forehead. It reminded her of the good times with her sister, something she had not thought about for many years.

So for the first time since they got married, Petunia looked into Vernon's eyes and said, "I cannot call this baby a thing, now that I have held her in my arms." Vernon was silenced for a moment by this statement. Only twenty-four hours ago, they were agreeing that her sister's folk were not to be mentioned, and Petunia was snorting in disgust at the thought of the spawn of her sister and the man Potter. Now his wife was protecting the very child she scorned. He quickly gained control again, and, in a much more quiet, much more deadly voice. "Fine, if you wish to care for this child," the word was almost spit out of his lips, " You can do it without me. You are to leave this house by tonight, with that, or get rid of it." With that, he turned on his beefy heel, and walked into the kitchen, where his son was wailing, wondering why no one was paying any attention to him.

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I believe that to be a good stopping point for the Prologue. I hope you enjoyed! The next chapter may take anywhere from a day to a week for me to write, possibly a little more. This is not a child-fic, so I will be time-skipping to when Heather and Dudley are in their 11th summers. I don't want to spoil too much, though I will say that Vernon in no way has any right to Dudley, both Petunia and Child Services will take care of that nonsense. Also, Petunia will have grown as a person, so I will try to make sure the changes aren't too OOC, but 10 years have past, and people can change quite a bit in that time!

Well, anyway, before I spoil too much, I'll hopefully see you all soon!