Enchantress
Summary: "Remember kid, there's heroes and there's legends. Heroes get remembered but legends never die." – Babe Ruth, The Sandlot (1993). FemHarry.
Just a warning: FemHarry, AU, Language, Clichés, Potter!Lily, Messed Up Timeline
Just so you know (Name): The name Scheherazade means 'world-freer'. Scheherazade is a legendary Arabic queen immortalized as the narrator of all one thousand stories in theOne Thousand and One Nights. Her story is even more remarkable than the tales she tells though.
I don't own Boku no Hero Academia or Harry Potter!
Chapter 1. The Golden Trio
"Did it start yet?"
"Shhh."
Emerald green eyes blinked from behind her red shades. She could feel the weight of their eyes upon her form, but Harry Potter stayed immobile; face blank and arms crossed.
The ominous silence surrounding her was only broken by the whispers from all sides of the dark courtroom and as she leaned back in the chair, not even caring about the chains warping around her legs and arms, Harry wondered if they were trying to intimidate her.
Too bad.
She had seen and gone through worse than this farce.
Trying to seem bored, she looked up at the people seated around her. As far as she could see, there were about fifty of them, all wearing horrible plum-colored robes with an elaborately silver 'W' on the left-hand side of the chest and all staring down at her with disdain or interest; as if she was some kind of exotic animal in a zoo.
Holding back the urge of snarling, she scanned their faces, recognizing only half of them; some were parents of her year mates while others were the part of Tom Riddle's little gang.
For a moment, she wondered if one them had something to do with her presence in this courtroom.
The dark haired witch didn't doubt it.
"What are they waiting fo – Muhughmugh!"
"I already said for you to be quiet!"
Harry lowered her head a little so no one would notice the way her lips turned up with amusement.
Someone cleared their throat, breaking the silence and Harry looked up once more.
In front of her sat Cornelius Fudge, the Minister for Magic. The fat little man wasn't what truly made her stop and narrow her eyes with interest. She already knew him well enough to dismiss him as a unimportant.
He was nothing more than a puppet; there was no back bone in that round body.
The woman sitting on his left was also dismissed. Harry had paid enough attention to know what her year mates looked like to be able to recognize the square-jawed witch with very short grey hair as Susan Bones' Aunt.
However, the witch sitting on his right was another story all together. The way she was sitting so far back that her face was hidden by the shadows of the room made the hairs on the back of Harry's neck stand up.
There was something really wrong about this woman.
"Very well," Fudge said. "Let us begin. Are you ready?' He called down.
"Yes, sir," An overly eager voice replied.
Harry raised an eyebrow as she turned her head to see a familiar figure sitting not too far from Fudge.
"Oh, look." It was said dryly, "It's the traitor."
The young witch didn't say anything, merely rested her chin into the palm of her hand and crossed her legs as she noticed the look Percy Weasley's eyes before he turned his attention to the parchment in front of him, a quill poised in his hand.
"Wow, aren't you going to say anything?"
"Well – Uh" There was a forced cough, "In a way, I can't disagree. He did turn to the Dark Side of the force…"
Harry snorted.
"I think… I think I'm missing the joke here…"
"Disciplinary hearing of the twelfth of August," At Fudge's ringing voice, the green eyed girl noted that Percy started to write, "Into offences committed under the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery and the International Statute of Secrecy by Scheherazade Potter, resident at Number Four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey."
"Wow, not even the Ministry knows your middle name!"
"Does anyone?"
Harry hummed, not bothering to answer. She never did when people started questioning her about her middle name.
Fudge continued, "Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic; Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister."
Harry frowned. She had heard that name before… She just couldn't remember where exactly.
"Court Scribe, Percival Ignatius Weasley –"
"– Witness for the Defense, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore," A quiet voice said from behind her.
Harry ignored the excited gasps only she could hear and turned head to see Headmaster Dumbledore striding serenely across the room with long midnight-blue robes.
His long silver beard and hair gleamed in the torchlight as he looked up at Fudge through the half-moon glasses that rested halfway down his very crooked nose.
The other man paled and Harry laughed internally at the panic that she could see reflected in the little man's eyes.
The other occupants of the room started muttering. All eyes were now on Dumbledore and the young witch immediately noticed how the members of Riddle's gang looked half annoyed and half frightened. The best part though, were the two elderly witches in the back row, who waved in welcome and received a similar gesture in return.
"Ah," Fudge looked disconcerted, "Dumbledore. Yes. You – Er – got our – Er – message that the time and – Er – place of the trial had been changed, then?"
"I must have missed it," Dumbledore said cheerfully.
She huffed with amusement.
The witch doubted that they had sent anything to him just like how they had – Ahem – misplaced the missive warning her of the changes in her trial.
It was lucky that she hadn't gotten into the courtroom after the trial had long since ended and they had decided her fate without her there to at least try to defend herself.
"However," Dumbledore continued "due to a lucky mistake I arrived at the Ministry three hours early, so no harm done."
She heard a giggle and a loudly laugh.
"Yes – well –" Fudge shifted a little nervously, "suppose we'll need another chair – I – Weasley, could you –?"
The Headmaster interrupted him, waving a hand dismissively.
"Not to worry, not to worry," The old man said pleasantly, taking out his wand and giving it a little flick.
Harry smirked a little with mirth as a squashy chintz armchair appeared out of nowhere next to her. Dumbledore sat down and put the tips of his long fingers together, giving her a little wink before staring at Fudge with an expression of polite interest.
Show off, she thought with a snicker.
Fudge made a face, as if he had just eaten a lemon before he spoke, shuffling his notes, "Yes – Well, then. So. The charges… Yes." He nodded to himself and extricated a piece of parchment from the pile before him.
Fudge took a deep breath and started to read,
"The charges against the accused are as follows: That she did knowingly, deliberately and in full awareness of the illegality of her actions, having received a previous written warning from the Ministry of Magic on a similar charge, produce a Patronus Charm in a Muggle-inhabited area, in the presence of a Muggle, on the second of August at twenty-three minutes past nine, which constitutes an offence under Paragraph C of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, 1875, and also under Section 13 of the International Confederation of Warlocks' Statute of Secrecy'." He made a short pause to breathe, "Are you Scheherazade Potter, of Number Four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey?' Fudge asked, glaring at Harry over the top of his parchment.
Harry stared back and replied with a simple, "Yes."
"You received an official warning from the Ministry for using illegal magic three years ago, did you not?"
"Yes," Before he could ask anything else, she continued, "But it was later annulled. Last time I checked, this stance in particular was taken from my record."
Fudge wasn't the only staring and she had to hide her impish grin as cheers and claps reached her ears.
"That couldn't be possible!" Fudge exclaimed, his voice echoing through the courtroom.
Madam Bones cleared her throat, "Actually, she is right." The woman didn't even blink as the Minister turned to look at her with wide eyes, "Miss Potter sent her memories of the event after the school year started and a investigation proved that she wasn't at fault."
The man sputtered, "Memories can faked!"
"How dare him!"
"Hermione, relax."
Harry could imagine her bushy haired friend puffing up angrily much like a cat, "How can I be calm Ronald when –""
"Wait for it. You'll understand." Ron sighed.
The green eyed witch used her free hand to touch one of the communication earrings that her and Hermione had created, wishing she could participate of her friends' conversation.
"Are you implying that I could have possibly been tricked by a, at the time, twelve years old or that said child could have the knowledge and ability to fake her memories?" Madam Bones demanded, her voice mocking the man beside her.
"See?" Ron sounded smug. "Madam Bones isn't someone that would take this type of insult kindly."
Hermione huffed, not even bothering to come up with a answer.
Fudge was saved from embarrassing himself even further when the witch on his right leaned forward, making it possible for Harry to see her.
I think I just found Trevor long lost sister, the raven haired girl thought, eying the woman with caution.
She looked just like a large, pale toad with flabby face a very wide, slack mouth and large eyes. The woman had short curly hair and was wearing so much pink that Harry couldn't even look at for too long without making her eyes hurt.
"The Chair recognizes Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister," Fudge announced cheerfully.
Her back straightened at the title. Harry's lips pulled down and she found herself itching to summon her wand.
So that was why she had felt like there was something wrong with this woman.
Dolores Umbridge was one of the reasons Muggleborns and humanoid magical creatures like werewolves and Veela had so little rights in their country. She was someone who would have been more than happy to see all of them dead.
Dumbledore reached out to pat her shoulder, making Harry turn to look at him.
The old man shook his head and she nodded in return, taking a deep breath and forcing herself to relax.
"There is still other accusations pendent," Umbridge said with a annoyingly girlish and high-pitched voice.
A croak would have suited her more.
"Yes! Yes!" Fudge nodded, looking down at his papers once more before focusing his attention on Harry, "Did you conjure a Patronus on the night of the second of August?"
"Yes –"
This time around, Fudge was faster than her.
"Knowing that you are not permitted to use magic outside school while you are under the age of seventeen?"
"Yes," Harry tried to not stuck her tongue at him as she spoke before he tried to interrupt once more, "I did so in self-defense, which is allowed."
Madam Bones looked at her with interest while Fudge's eyebrow twitched.
"You cast a Patronus knowing that you were in an area full of Muggles?"
"There were no Muggles in the area, I checked."
She didn't, but the man wasn't supposed to know that.
Fudge pursued his lips, unhappy at her answers. What did he expect? For her to answer with only Yes or No?
Oh, wait – That was exactly what he expected.
Idiot.
The Minister opened his mouth to question her once more but Madam Bones spoke in a booming voice before he could.
"You produced a fully-fledged Patronus?" She asked with a hint of disbelief.
"Yes."
"A corporeal Patronus?"
Harry gave her look, "Yes."
"And you are fifteen years old?"
"Yes." Harry answered, feeling a little impatient.
What did this have to do with her trial?
"You learned it at school?"
Harry looked at Dumbledore, silently asking for help, only for the Headmaster to make a motion for her to answer.
She sighed.
Was it possible to scream Objection and be over with it? Had this been a TV show, someone would have already stopped Madam Bones.
"I learned to cast it in my Third Year," Harry finally replied, "From Professor Lupin."
"Impressive," Madam Bones said, staring down at her, "A true Patronus at her age…" She muttered, "Very impressive indeed."
Fudge frowned, "It's not a question of how impressive the magic was," He said, "In fact, the more impressive the worse it is, I would have thought, given that the girl did it in plain view of a Muggle!"
There were agreements from all over the courtroom and, by the corner of her eyes, Harry could see Percy give a little nod.
"Squib." Harry corrected.
"What?" Fudge blinked, not having expected her to say something like that.
"I cast the spell in front of my Squib cousin while defending myself."
And hadn't that been a interesting discovery?
Apparently, since Squibs did have magic but no access to it, that meant that they could see creatures like Dementors as well the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron. Muggles, on other hand, couldn't because they had no magic at all.
Aunt Petunia would have a fit of epic proportions if she ever learned that her precious Duddykins had magic. And better yet! That he had actually inherited it from her.
Harry wanted to be there with a camera when this happened.
Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, "That means," He started helpfully, "That Miss Potter's cousin is under both the family-in-the-known and the magical category, thus the Statue of Secrecy wasn't broken. And having used magic to defend herself, she can be excused from her use of underage magic."
"Take that, Fudge!" Ron boomed.
Hermione wasn't as certain of their victory though, "I don't think he'll give up just like that…"
Her friend was right of course. Only, it wasn't Fudge who spoke next.
"Ahem, ahem – Do you have proof?" Umbridge asked, looking like she wanted to strangle both of them.
Harry beamed, "I can always offer my memories of the Dementor attack."
Umbridge made a face while murmurs filled the courtroom. Beside her, Dumbledore chuckled.
Too bad Harry was aware that memories couldn't be used in a trial without prior warning. Her words, at least, would plant the first seeds of doubt in the minds of some of the wizards and witches present.
A dense silence filled the courtroom at her words. Madam Bones leaned forward a bit, her thick eyebrows rising until the monocle she was using looked in danger of falling out.
"Dementors?" The grey haired woman asked. "What do you mean, girl?"
Harry ignored the use of girl, which she hated to hear after all those years under her relatives tender care, and said slowly,
"I mean, that the reason why I used the Patronus were the two Dementors that attacked my cousin and I."
"Ah," Fudge said, smirking unpleasantly as he looked around at the room as if inviting everyone there to share the joke. "Ridiculous! Dementors in Little Whinging?"
Rolling her eyes at the pathetic little man, Harry started inspecting her Gryffindor themed nails with disinterest.
Hum… Maybe she should ask Ginny to paint it with something different next time?
"You used a Patronus to ward off two Dementors? Highly convenient… But it's just your word and there is no witnesses so..."
Dumbledore interrupted him with a smile, "So Miss Potter will now gladly submit to a questioning under Veritaserum to prove her claim. Isn't that right, Miss Potter?"
She blinked, "Yeah, sure. Why not?"
"Do you even know what you just agreed to?" Hermione asked, exasperated.
Ron didn't say anything, too busy with trying to regain his breath as he laughed.
Not being able to counter this, Fudge took a deep breath, "Er – Very well then – Auror! Bring the Veritaserum!"
Madam Bones stood up from her seat as a Auror stepped from the shadows, taking a vial with what looked to be water from his robes. The tall man waited until the haired witch stood beside Harry to hand the vial to her.
She looked towards Percy, "Scribe, write."
Harry snorted as the red head nodded, puffing his chest up as he had just been presented with the greatest honor ever.
Madam Bones cleared her throat and announced in a booming voice, "From now on, this will be a Veritaserum Based Trial in which the accused has volunteered to be questioned." She opened the vial, opening Harry's mouth.
The younger witch felt a moment of apprehension as three drops of the potion touched her tongue before forcing herself to stay calm as she lost control of her body, like a puppet whose strings were cut.
Unblinkingly, she stared ahead.
"Testing – What's your name?"
"Scheherazade Potter." Her mouth moved on its own accord, the words flowing in a monotone tone.
Ron made a confused sound, "She didn't say her full name…"
"They asked her name, not her full name." Hermione pointed out.
Madam Bones nodded to herself, "And what year did a student summon a snake in class?"
How did she – Ah, of course. Susan had been present at the time so of course the girl told her Aunt about that disastrous dueling class.
Harry wondered if the woman knew how much of bullying the girl and the others students had been at the time.
"Second Year."
"The potion is working," Madam Bones said before explaining why she had used such question and from who she had gotten this information. Then, the woman continued, "Miss Potter, tell us about what happened on the second of August."
And so Harry told them. She spoke about doing her chores that day before walking to the park so she could be alone. She told them about Dudley and his gang and about what happened when the Dememtors appeared.
The moment she finished speaking about casting the Patronus, Madam Bones waved her. The Auror from before nodded and handed another vial to her that could only be the antidote to the Veritaserum.
Harry grimaced as she regained control of her body, rubbing her throat.
Bleh.
The antidote tasted like dirt.
Recovering from the horrible taste on her tongue, Harry turned to see Fudge fidgeting with his papers while talking in rushed tones with Madam Bones, who had returned to her seat, and Umbridge. Finally, after a minute or two, he raised his eyes and said, rather aggressively.
"With the evidence given by the use of Veritaserum," He gritted his teeth, only speaking once more when Madam Bones sent a glare in his direction, "I ask; those in favor of clearing the witness of all charges?"
Harry started counting as hands rose one by one; there were more than half. Only those who were part of Riddle's gang had decided that she was guilty and even them had been forced by peer pressure to raise their hands.
It was impossible for her to be guilty, especially after she had proved to be right with the use of Veritaserum.
"Harry?" Ron whispered, impatient, "What's going on? What did they do?"
"Shhh - They'll announce the result, Ronald, wait for it."
Harry hid a smirk as both Fudge and Umbridge glanced around, looking as though someone had murdered their familiar.
The Minister took two deep breaths.
"Very well, very well..." Fudge said with badly suppressed rage, "Cleared of all charges."
Harry smirked as Ron and Hermione started cheering.
"Excellent," Dumbledore smiled, standing up and pulling out his wand, causing the chintz armchair to vanish.
The green witch jumped from her chair as the chains disappeared and grinned while as Dumbledore offered a fist.
The two fist bumped before the old man turned to look at Fudge.
"Now, if there's nothing else, Miss Potter and I will be going."
He started walking without waiting for a answer. Harry made sure to send a mocking smirk and a salute to Fudge and Umbridge before following the Headmaster out of the courtroom.
00
Harry and Ron shared a high five as the raven haired witch stepped into the kitchen, having just gotten there from the Ministry.
"I'm so glad that the earrings worked." Hermione whispered as she hugged her friend, "I think I would have gone mad if I had to wait until you came back to know the result of the trial."
Harry smiled, touching one of the earrings she was using. Hermione and Ron were using similar earrings although the former were a little more discrete and the latter more masculine.
The earrings had been made a little before the Triwizard Tournament. Harry and Hermione had wanted to find a way for the three of them to communicate at long distances. Thus they came up with the idea of the earrings and found a way to use them in the same way Muggles used wireless earpieces. Although they had only decided to try it a little before Harry left for her trial.
"Did you truly have any doubt that it wasn't going to work?" Harry raised a eyebrow, "I mean, we created it."
Hermione grinned.
"You and I make a frightening duo don't we?
The green eyed witch winked, "And don't you forget it."
Ron started grumbling, making Harry turn in his direction. She cooed, pinching his cheek.
"Don't worry Ronniekins," She said, "You can be our sidekick."
The boy glared half-hearted as he pushed her hand away, "No way." He huffed, "I'm no one sidekick… I'm… I'm…" The red head frowned in thought.
"The supporting character?" Hermione suggested.
"Yea – Hey!"
The two girls giggled making him pout.
Shaking her head, Harry turned to see that almost everyone in the kitchen were celebrating her success.
Dumbledore was in the corner of the room talking to Remus and Sirius in rushed tones, which Harry found to be rather suspicious. Mr. Weasley was trying to comfort his wife as she wiped her face on her apron, and Fred, George, and Ginny were doing some kind of war dance while chanting:
"She got off, she got off, she got off –"
"That's enough of that! Settle down!" Mr. Weasley shouted, although it was impossible take him serious when it was clear that he was amused by his children actions.
Sirius approached her when Dumbledore walked out of the kitchen, having finished with their talk.
"Congratulations, kiddo." The man grinned, "You weren't sent to prison."
Harry mirrored his grin, gladly returning his hug as he threw his arms around her.
"Good thing you would have bailed me out of there if I had been convicted."
Her godfather raised a eyebrow, "But of course! Who do you think I am?" He puffed his chest much like a peacock, "It would have been the second greatest escape in our history."
"Oh?" Remus rumbled, patting her head fondly as he stepped beside them, "Not the greatest?"
"Pff – Mine was the greatest."
Ron snorted, "He is so modest." He muttered, making the girls laughed as Sirius faked being offended.
"She got off, she got off, she got off –"
"Be quiet, you three!" Mr. Weasley tried again before sighing in defeat, "Oh, forget it – I'd better get going, there's a vomiting toilet waiting for me in Bethnal Green. Molly, I'll be late, I'm covering for Tonks, but Kingsley might be dropping in for dinner!"
"Be safe, dear!" His wife replied, kissing his cheek.
"– she got off, she got off, she got off –"
"Frederick! George! Ginervra! That's enough!" Mrs. Weasley, snapped after Mr. Weasley left the kitchen. When the trio did stop, though they were still grinning widely, the woman turned in Harry's direction, "Harry, dear, come and sit down, have some lunch, you must be famished..."
The green eyed witch smiled a little at the older witch. Now that food was mentioned, she found herself to be quite hungry. Who would have thought that being put through a farce of trial because someone was trying to conspire against her could be so exhausting?
Sitting down opposite to her friends while Sirius and Remus sat at the far end of the table, Harry frowned in thought.
Those two were planning something, she thought as Mrs. Weasley making a pile of food in her plate. Shaking her head, Harry decided to wait until the two men or even Dumbledore (Because it was clear to her that he was involved in this whole mystery somehow) came to her.
She would go mad if she kept trying to find out what they were hiding. And while she could find out easily, Harry tried to not use her more – Er – Unusual talents with this type of thing.
"– and can you believe that Percy actually refused to talk to my mum?" Ron grumbled, using a spoon to grab great mounds of mashed potatoes.
Harry blinked before reaching out to grab some for herself. By the rhythm he was going, the boy would ended up eating all of it by himself.
"He always did think of himself better than everyone else." Harry said, receiving a nod from her friend as he turned to Hermione.
"See? Harry agrees!"
The brunette frowned. It was visible to anyone that knew her that she was trying to come up with something nice to say or explain Percy's actions. In the end, she took a bit of her sausage and looked down a little.
"Well… The way he treated your mother was horrible." She nodded a little, "He didn't need to burn her letter and send the ashes back to her…"
The three of them made a pause, turning to look at Mrs. Weasley to check if she had heard them. The woman always got a little depressed when her rule-lover son was mentioned.
They sighed with relief when they found the woman was helping herself to the food while inserting herself in Remus' and Sirius' conversation. At the background, it was possible to hear the whispered chant from Fred, George, and Ginny were still singing. It didn't look like they were going to stop any time soon.
The raven haired witch focused her attention on her friends once more.
"And I'm partly to blame," Harry muttered, raising a hand to stop the two from protesting, "Look, if the Minister wasn't so against me this year because I said Riddle was back, then Percy wouldn't have pushed you guys out of his life." At least that was what she thought.
Ron, though, didn't see to agree with her.
"Nah. He would have done that even if we weren't close to you."
She gave him a look, "If you say so."
"I do."
"SHE GOT OFF, SHE GOT OFF, SHE GOT OFF –!"
"SHUP UP!"
The three friends winced as Mrs. Weasley roared, staring as she started screaming at Fred, George and Ginny before looking back at each other and bursting in laugher at the trio misfortune.
00
After lunch, everyone inside the house was forced by Mrs. Weasley to help clean Grimmauld Place. The teenagers complained but the woman ignored them, pointing upstairs and glaring until they started moving.
"You seem to be enjoying this more than Mr. Weasley, it seems." Harry looked up, moving away from the bookshelf she had been dusting.
The green eyed girl pulled the mask she was using down, "Professor Dumbledore!"
The old man smiled, waving his hand as he sat down in the corner of study. He looked around the room with hum.
Harry placed her hands on her waist, proudly. She had won the Rock Paper Scissors match for this room; it was one of most bare rooms in the house, making it easier for her clean and she was very happy with what she had done so far. The place almost looked new instead of haunted.
"Ron has been trying to clean the same cupboard for two hours now." Harry said, amused.
By the way things were going, it would take days for the red haired boy to finish cleaning the music room. At least Hermione was having the time out of her mind with the library.
The Headmaster smiled, "Indeed? That would explain why Molly is refusing to give him food."
She snorted before leaning against the book shelf.
"What can I do for you, sir?" The teen asked, half curious and half cautious. "I doubt you came here to talk about my ninja cleaning skills or Ron lost battle against a cupboard."
Leaning back, he took out a bottle with lemon drop from the sleeve of his robes. Harry declined it politely when asked if she wanted one. Aside from that, she didn't say anything else and waited.
Finally, Dumbledore spoke, "I'm sure that you have noticed how many times I have talked to Sirius lately."
Lately? Well, she couldn't say for certain. It wasn't like Harry had been in Grimmauld Place for long. But she had noticed early that the two plus Remus had been talking a lot.
He continued, "Sirius and I have been talking about this since the end of the Tournament –"
She took a deep breath, trying to banish the images of Cedric's dead body and the echo of Riddle's laugher. Her hands started trembling and she rubbed them against her tights before Dumbledore noticed.
If he did notice, the old man was far too kind to say anything.
"– and we think that it would be safer if you left the country for a while."
She stared, "What?"
Had she heard right?
"We think that it would be safer if you left the country."
Harry sputtered. She had heard right. What –
"Why?"
She couldn't leave. What about her friends? What about Riddle? She was needed here. If she didn't fight, no one else would.
Harry told him so but Dumbledore merely looked his age for once. The teen bit her bottom lip at how sad and exhausted he looked.
"All I ever wanted," He started, "was for you to be a child; for you to enjoy your childhood while you still can. And I have failed miserably."
Harry opened her mouth to protest but he merely raised one of his hands.
"Leaving you under your relatives' care," If it could even be called that, "Was a mistake. A mistake that I won't be making again. The Ministry is sending one of their own to Hogwarts this year and I fear what Tom must be planning."
The witch nodded a little. She could deal with the Ministry and their plans to destroy her reputation as well turn everyone against her. But aside from a little bit of pain, Harry hadn't been receiving any new visions from Riddle and that scared her. He was far too quiet for her liking.
"Sending you to another country is the only alternative that we could think to keep you safe properly." Dumbledore rubbed his eyes, "You won't be gone for long. Just give this old fool time to deal with a few things."
"Things that will destroy Riddle for good?" Harry eyed him hesitantly as he nodded.
"Yes. Sirius and I – We have a plan."
Harry looked up at the star themed ceiling, thinking about his words. It was a simple plan and she didn't really understand why she had to leave but – But part of her liked it.
The raven haired witch wanted a break from the British Wizarding World and their twisted view of her. She wanted to be a normal teenager for once. At least as normal as she could be.
"And where would I go?"
He took out his glasses, cleaning the lenses, " "What do you know of your father?"
Harry froze.
Despite what everyone liked to think, James and Lily Potter had never gotten married. The two tried dating but had decided to stay as friends in the end.
When his parents as well aunt, uncle and cousin were killed by Death Eaters a few weeks after he graduated from Hogwarts and the Potter Family was at the brink of extinction, James asked if Lily won't mind using a old – and forbidden – ritual to adopt her into his family, making her his sister.
Knowing this could help both of them, Lily accepted. James needed more family members and a heir in case something happened to him and Lily needed a pureblood name to, it would also keep her unborn baby safe from all dangers that came with being a child born out of wedlock.
The idea of the two being married started because of Lily's name change as well the fact that she started living with James in Godric Hollow. Aside from Dumbledore and Sirius, Harry doubted that anyone else knew the truth about her mother and uncle.
Well, there was Alice Longbottom but – But the less said about her poor Godmother the better.
"Not much," Harry shrugged, trying to not show how affect she was at the mention of her father, "He is Japanese."
She tilted her shades down a little, making a gesture to her face as she ignored the things she stared to see without her shield.
"I also look a lot like him." Harry pushed her shades up, blinking to banish the images flashing in front of her.
Uh, she thought, how interesting...
"I have a few contacts in Japan," Dumbledore informed her nonchalantly, pulling her out of her thoughts, "If you're curious about him."
Oh, you manipulative old man, Harry narrowed her eyes.
Dumbledore knew very well that she wanted to know more about her father; that she wanted to get to know someone blood related to her who didn't hate her as much as the Dursleys did for being who she was.
And the Headmaster was using this desire against her.
Hadn't she already been planning to accept his plan and leave, Harry would have to this hook, line and sinker.
He should have been a Slytherin, she thought with a mental snort.
He forgot one important detail about her though...
"So you have a way to send me to Japan and find my father?"
"Indeed." He nodded, eyes twinkling madly.
"And being there will also help keep me safe?"
"Absolutely."
Harry smirked "Your age must be catching up with you sir, because I can see a rather big flaw with this whole thing." When he arched a eyebrow, asking for a explanation, she pointed to the door.
He turned around as the door opened slowly, revealing a scowling Hermione and a narrow eyed Ron.
"She isn't going anywhere without us." The duo said, crossing their arms and glaring.
The Headmaster blinked.
"Oh my…"
Harry leaned back against the book shelf and grinned widely.
The Golden Trio started together and they would stay together.
Always.
So, for those who have read Wiccan, you will notice a few similarities between it and Enchantress (Think of one as the AU version of the other to explain those similarities. Although there are few of them). Also, in this story, magic and Quirks coexist in the same word.
However, keep in mind that those with Quirk rarely, very very very rarely, have magic. Hm… Think like that: 80% of the world population have Quirks, 5% are Quirkless, 2% are Squibs, 17.999999% are Wizard and Witches and 0.000001% of the population have both Magic and a Quirk (Harry is and Lily was, before she died, part of this group). And I'm not counting humanoid magical creatures like Veela here. Those statistics would be different if I was.
Well… Hope you liked it and please, don't forget to:
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-Cissnei.