Hello, all. This is my first FanFiction, so I hope you enjoy it. I mostly like stories with Girl!Harry, because I think that there are more options there. Just in general. I hope you enjoy the story, I have already written the next few chapters, so if you like it so far, please tell me and I'll post more! And the other chapters are a lot longer than this, just so you know. Please review!

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She heard her laughing. Bellatrix Lestrange, Sirius' cousin, and killer. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't move. But yet, she had to. Somehow, she had to save him, to stop him from falling through the veil.

Maybe if she ran, just held her breath and ran, she could stop him from disappearing forever. Not even getting a proper burial. But no matter what, she knew she was too late.

Claire Potter was just too late.

Claire's eyes snapped open and she ran a shaking hand over her face. She felt a weight on her lap, so she looked down. Lying with his head in her lap was Ron, and on the other bench was Hermione, reading her book.

Hermione looked up and smiled at Claire.

"Are you okay? You're not having nightmares again are you?" Hermione asked.

"No, I'm good." Claire lied through her teeth, putting a hand on Ron's head, absentmindedly playing with his hair.

"Alright, if you insist. You should probably get your robes on, we're almost there." Claire nodded and tugged on Ron's hair. Not enough to hurt him, but enough for him to wake up. He grumbled before sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"What? Are we there?" The redhead asked, crossing his legs.

"No, but you should go change into your robes. We're almost there." Claire repeated Hermione's previous answer, and got out her uniform. She looked pointedly at Ron before he got the picture and left to go put his on in the washroom.

Claire had changed over the summer that was for sure. Instead of being the shortest in their year, scrawny, and lanky, she had filled out. She grew a few inches. Still short, but taller than she was. And she went from looking malnourished to looking like any other girl her age.

"Crap." She muttered as she looked down at herself.

"What is it?" Claire tried yanking her skirt down and kept smoothing out her uniform blouse.

"I seem to have grown since last year… my uniform is too small!" The skirt had reached above her knees last year, and was now at her mid-thigh. Hermione laughed.

"Well it looks like you'll get the attention of some of the guys this year, that's for sure." Claire groaned, sitting down and letting Ron back in the compartment.

"Well, well what have we here. Pothead, the mudblood and the weasel-" Claire stood up and grabbed the front of Malfoy's robes.

"Say that word one more time. I dare you." She said as menacingly as she could. Which was not very seeing as she reached his chest. Draco smirked.

"Mudblood." Claire's eyes flashed with fury. She grabbed a handful of his shirt with one hand, and brought her left hand back, driving it into his face.

She felt his nose crunch beneath her fish and she let go of him, sitting back down as if nothing had happened, nor affected her. But in actuality, her hand was killing.

"You'll pay for that one, Pothead!" His hand muffled his threat, as he glared at her. Claire just rolled her eyes but then they widened slightly as he held his wand up to her face.

"What the hell are you doing, Malfoy?!" Ron yelled as a gold light shone from Malfoy's wand pointed directly at Claire. She felt her body tingling starting at her feet, almost as if they were falling asleep.

The tingling sensation began to rise, from her calves, up to her waist. Traveling upwards to her stomach, at which point she stood up and screamed.

"What are you doing to me?!" She cried, looking down and realizing the entire bottom half of her body had disappeared, and the rest of her was quickly following.

"Have fun in the past, Potter." Was the last thing she heard before she disappeared quickly.

..::oOo::..

Claire landed to the ground with a thud, and she groaned hoping what Malfoy said was a joke, and that she was still in her compartment. She knew that was not the case as she put her hand on the ground and felt grass slip through her fingers.

"Whoa, Prongs come here!" Prongs?! Claire thought frantically. Tell me Malfoy sent me back to my parents time. Quickly, she opened her eyes to see a much younger, less scarred version of who she had hoped was Remus. He put a hand on her back, and took one of her hands in his and gently helped her into a sitting position. She put a hand to her head and looked up at the two other boys who had ran up to her and Remus and inwardly gasped.

Sirius, and her dad. Sirius looked a lot younger. His gray eyes held laughter, and mischief, instead of pain and suffering. His hair was held in a hair elastic at the nape of his neck and he was a lot more muscular and less malnutritioned than he had been when she knew him. And her dad looked like she always imagined him to be. The male version of her with hazel eyes.

He was just as tall as Sirius, and she had one hundred percent inherited his untamable hair, as his was sticking out at all angles, looking unbrushed.

"Are you okay?" She heard Remus say.

"I think so..." Claire said, still quite confused as to what was going on.

"Who are you?" Sirius asked, taking her in.

"My name is Claire..." She said trailing off. Dumbledore! She thought frantically, once again. Dumbledore will know what to do about this! She stood up quickly, accidentally knocking Remus back on his behind and she looked towards the castle.

"I need to speak with Professor Dumbledore, now."