Lorn in Time

Harry Potter © J.K. Rowling

Chapter o1

Summary: When Harry found himself in the past, he is torn between changing the past or allowing it to be the same. However, his presences change many things – especially when he is now a she. Fem!Harry

Rate: M

May contain: Child abuse, cursing, starvation, emotional neglect, bullying.

Author's Note: I really shouldn't be typing this but…oh well. I plot it, typed it and now I am posting this story. I hope you enjoy it as much I liked the idea in my head. Sorry for any grammar and spelling errors, but I am trying my best. Please enjoy and review your thoughts!

Harry Potter knew something was off when his body kept shivering and his body refuse to move. Opening his eyes, he was met with a dark sight. Looking around, he viewed a flickering light above him. An old building stared down him, making him agitated, Harry tried to move his body. However, he became uncomfortable with his heavy limbs that refused to obey his orders.

As time passed, he didn't know how long he laid there - struggling against tight but soft bundles of blankets. Eventually, the door opened and light shined against his face, making him squint at the bright light. "Madam! Madam Beckman, there is a baby on the door step!"

Baby? What in the world was the girl screaming about? Harry thought as he once more continued to struggle against the warm cloth.

His thought were soon interrupted by the girl who opened the door, picking him up and placing him in the arms of an elderly lady.

"Madam, her name is Aoife Maeve Lovell, there is nothing else besides that her birth parents are dead and there isn't anyone that can look after her." The girl stated, her accent becoming heavy due to the sadness she bore looking at the struggling child.

Girl? Baby? With confused thoughts, Harry began to cry, scream in frustration - however his screams came out as wails if a baby. Confusing him even more.

Harry didn't remember what happen, he didn't know why he awoke in a child's body – especially in a girl's one!

"Hm, well we can't do anything about it, take her to the younger ones room and then go fix her information into a folder." Beckman stated, giving Harry back to the blond girl.

"Yes Madam."

With a wave of her hand, Harry's stomach churned tightly at the sign of being dismiss. He knew this types of people, but what could he do?

"Come on Aoife, let's go meet the other children of Madam's Beckman Orphanage."

Oh yeah, Harry was now a she, no longer Harry Potter; the boy-who-lived.

Year 1971

Matilda Harries bit her bottom lip as she stared at the woman standing in front of her. "Good evening, I am here to speak to Aoife Maeve Lovell." She spoke, her voice filed with strict but politeness. Nodding her head, "Of course, but you will have to speak to Madam Beckman to have permission to speak to her."

Nodding her head, Professor McGonagall stared at the younger child as she followed down the small hall of the old building of the orphanage. Trying her best not to comment about the horrible smell filling up the air. Observing the peeled walls and the trash on the ground, she wondered how anybody can live in the orphanage.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the blond girl knocked on the door, "Madam Beckman, there is a Professor here to speak to Aoife." She spoke politely.

"Come in!" A harsh low voice yelled through the door. Opening the door, Matilda bowed her head and allowed McGonagall to enter before closing it once she entered the small stuffy room.

Sitting behind the desk, piled with many papers, a big elderly lady sat. Her grey hair pulled into a tight bun, her grey eyes squinted at McGonagall, analyzing her from head to toe.

"Hello Professor, my name is Giselle Beckman, I run the orphanage, and how can I help you?" She spoke, motioning for McGonagall to sit down which she did.

"I come here to speak to Miss. Lovell about her invitation to a private school in Scotland for gifted children."

"Invitation? I dare say, that girl is nothing special, she is quiet and barely speaks." The old woman stated, scrunching her nose and waving her hand.

McGonagall raised an eyebrow and pressed her lips tightly before she spoke. "Even so, Miss. Lovell has been on the list for a while now." She answered.

Beckman hummed before standing up, "Well, alright. I don't know why you want a useless child but follow me."

Leading the way out of the small office and towards the stairs – down to the smallest room of the house, she open the door. "Aoife, you have a visitor."

With that being said, Beckman left, leaving McGonagall to enter the room. Laying on the bed, a petite female laid, staring into the wall.

"Hello." She spoke softly, not bothering to sit up or look up at her which made McGonagall frown at her rude behavior.

"Hello Miss. Lovell, I am Professor McGonagall, I am here to extend an invitation to a school."

"I know… I saw you coming." Aoife spoke, slowly rising from her bed before looking up and smiled at the professor. "I knew I was different but I wasn't expecting…this." The younger girl continued, her dark green eyes stared into McGonagall.

The professor stared at the girl before handing her the letter. "I see…" She began but caught her control and started once more. "Miss. Lovell, you are a witch and I came to extend the invitation to come to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Humming, Aoife accepted the leader and began reading the contents inside. "Okay." She responded, her eyes glittered with mirth. "I'll accept this invitation to Hogwarts." She answered the professor's unasked question with a grin.

The grin made McGonagall uneasy but nodded, "Alright then, do you need any help with getting your school supplies or do you want me to help you getting them."

"I'll go get myself…I've been doing things on my own for a while." Aoife stated, shrugging her shoulders, making McGonagall frown.

"I'll just give you the directions."

That being said, Aoife clasps her hands together and thanked McGonagall before watching the professor leave the old building.

Aoife just grinned in excitement, having ten years living in the orphanage, she would soon return to Hogwarts. Even though she would no longer be in her timeline, no longer she her friends, no longer be the same person – that didn't mean she wouldn't take advantage to change things and prevent certain things from happening even if it means being in the wrong side of war.