THIS STORY IS COMPLETE AU IN THE HARRY POTTER WORLD IN REGARDS TO TIME. the events of the Harry potter universe have been tweeked and condensed a few years. this is also fem Harry for obvious plot reasons.

this can be read as a oneshot but if i get good reviews and have enough time between school then i will continue because i personally want this to continue and i have a lot of ideas for it.

October 15th 1964

"Are you sure you want to go through with this? It would just take-"

"I know."

"Ginny's right, it's dangerous over there!"

"No more dangerous than here! Besides, Dean has already set up everything, right Dean?"

"I have been in contact with my aunt, she's a squib-"

"And a Hunter! So is her husband! They kill things like us. We have all heard the stories."

"Calm down Draco, this is happening and you can't change my mind."

"-and she has agreed to let you live with her and her husband. The husband knows."

"The backstory? A sixteen year old can't just appear in a neighborhood, people will suspect something."

"They can't have children. Harry is a child they decided to adopt."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

October 17th 1964

A black haired, green eyed girl stood in front large two story house with a wrap around porch, a single brown leather satchel slung over her shoulder. She hesitated before ascending the wooden steps and stopped, hand raised, before knocking on the front door. Her hand lowered.

This was it. This was the end of her life. As soon as she stepped into the building before her, saw the husband and wife that would take her in, let her live with them, her life as she had always known it would be over. The green eyed teen knocked, the door swinging open. An elder woman, with short blond hair and dark brown eyes, pronounced cheeks and a small nose. Deanna Campbell. The woman Dean Thomas was named for, his mother's sister, and the woman that had agreed to, dare she think, adopt her. Legally binding.

They stared for a few moments, absorbing each other. Could this be it? The freedom she had always wanted? The peace? Mrs Campbell opened the door wider with a smile and beckoned her in. no words exchanged. The green eyed girl was led through the foyer hall, polished wood floors, and a plush rug. Two doors to her right, she couldn't see past them, nestled in by the staircase. A wall to her left. Mrs Campbell moved forward without pause and into the main room. A fireplace with a brick hearth in the corner, a small TV not far from it and pushed against the wall, bookshelves littered spare space against the walls, she would have to go through them if the Campbell's let her. A soft pale blue couch a reasonable distance away and a coffee table in between, a neat pile of books to one side, and a large brown arm chair. Two large windows on the back wall showed the other side of the wrap around porch, a door to the porch open and revealing its screen pair.

The girl was led to the couch; it was as soft as it looked. Mrs Campbell's husband, Samuel, sat grizzled and scowling, staring at the blank TV. The older man turned when she sat, his frown dispersing, and he seemed to take the time to study her. Her scars and bruises and her war weary eyes. She did the same.

The woman who was to play her mother sat beside her. "What is your name dear?" she sounded like a mother.

The dark haired, green eyed girl looked up, and she realised in that moment that it wasn't when she saw this woman or when she stepped into the house that her life, her suffering, ended.

"Mary. My name is Mary"

And it was on that day that Mary Anne Campbell was born.

what do you think? continue?