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Okay. Another challenge offered and another fic started. Bearing in mind that the last challenge I started with 'Fortunate Son' has wandered off on a bit of a tangent I'm hoping that these two new ones are going to go slightly better. To try and make that happen I'm looking to make these shortish 50k to 80k word romps so we'll see how that goes but since I'm writing about three to four chapters worth of content every week at the moment nobody should be too concerned about the sheer amount of open stories that I have right now.
So here we go.
This challenge was offered by the very lovely Anubis of the Highway Thieves and goes thus;
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We see a lot of Fics where Harry/FemHarry winds up back in time when the Marauders and Lily are at Hogwarts, most of which I have seen have him/her befriend the Marauders, One where he befriends Lily, and one where he befriends Snape that I can think of.
None that I am aware of has FemHarry befriending Lily.
Requirements:
FemHarry must become friends with Lily.
FemHarry's name must have a connection to a type of lily even if it's only a fake last name to stay undiscovered.
FemHarry must eventually reveal who she is and where she came from to Lily.
FemHarry must be Gray and have no problem using lethal force on her enemies.
FemHarry has no problems retaliating against the Marauders pranks.
FemHarry must try to keep some of those who become Death Eaters in the future from becoming so.
Forbidden:
Pairing FemHarry with Sirius or Regulus.
FemHarry becoming a follower of Dumbledore or Voldemort.
Recomended:
If Fake last name is used it actually turns out to be real and has Vaults and properties attached.
FemHarry becoming a teacher instead of student.
FemHarry becoming the Founders Heir and owner of Hogwarts(cliche it may be but at least I bring the idea up in a new setting; It also would probably be quite funny if this was announced by the Sorting Hat while being sorted, imagine the look on everyone's faces).
FemHarry/Lily(If people can pair Male Harry with Lily why not this?)
Optional:
FemHarry/Narcissa.
FemHarry/Bellatrix.
I'm not JKR and I don't make any money from this. Which is a bit of a shame.
DtR xx.
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A Tale of Two Lillies.
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1. Somewhere Over the Rainbow.
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18th June 1996. Department of Mysteries.
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Dumbledore's Army had raced off to London and the Ministry of Magic on the backs of several threstrals in order to save Harriet Potter's god father Sirius Black who they believed had been captured by a group of notorious Death Eaters. That the ridiculous blonde fop himself, Lucius Malfoy, had been the ring leader of this group and at least three of the DA had a very personal bone to pick with him played absolutely no part in their rushed decision to action. No, not even slightly. It was all about the rescue. Well nearly all about the rescue anyway. Giving the gobby, aristocratic twat a good kicking was just going to be a lovely little bonus for Harriet, Ginny and Hermione.
And so they had abandoned their calm reason in favour of a swift strike in the name of justice and freedom (and revenge) without so much as an owl or a mirror call to anybody who could give them some much needed support. Apart from the grease-meister general, Potions master Severus Snape that is and, honestly, who the hell knew how long that git would sit on the information before he actually decided to get them some help.
Even so their extremely bold and totally unplanned rush to the Department of Mysteries had gone rather well at first. Through adventurous spirit, bravery and blind luck they had managed to get into the Ministry building and all the way down to the Hall of Prophecies without any major incidents. Unfortunately that was where their luck had run out.
Of course it was a trap.
Damn and blast her foolish bloody Gryffindorish tendancies. If she had only listened to that little voice in the back of her head that was always nagging her about thinking things through and planning before rushing off and attempting some half arsed rescue on her own then she wouldn't be here facing off against a room full of experienced and vicious Death Eaters. Not that she was alone mind you. They were all here, her small crew of brainless friends, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny and, not forgetting Luna, but they were still badly outnumbered.
It was a bit difficult to focus on anything other than keeping out of the way of the nasty curses being thrown her way at the moment but Harriet still noticed how well Luna was doing duelling the Death Eaters. Not surprising really since there was very little about Luna that she didn't notice.
Luna Selene Lovegood.
Honestly it had been her desire to impress the strangely beautiful little blonde Ravenclaw that had been a good percentage of what had led her here tonight. Sure there was certainly some concern for her supposedly captured god father but most of it was a hormone driven need to get in Luna's pants. She suspected that Sirius would approve whole heartedly of her less than pure motivations in this regard. Although getting the shit kicked out of them by vastly more ruthless and experienced opponents was perhaps not the best plan that she had ever had.
Speaking of Sirius, he and the rest of The Order of the Phoenix chose that moment to arrive and the battle that had been almost over and done by then sparked back in to life again.
She and her idiot god father, who really needed to learn how to finish someone off before taunting them, had gotten themselves cut off from their friends and allies and were now cornered at the entrance to the death chamber by all three of the Lestranges. They were out matched and they knew it but that Gryffindor spirit rose it's stupid head and they attacked anyway. It took mere moments for her to be disarmed and Sirius to be hit by two powerful stunners that pushed him backwards towards the Veil.
"Sirius No!"
Harriet Potter ignored the incoming spells instead diving across the death chamber in a desperate lunge to try and save her god father. Her outstretched fingers brushed his upper arm and she caught him in a vice like grip with a feeling of elation thinking that finally something had gone her way tonight. That feeling was not destined to last long.
The impact from the blasting curse hit her high in the shoulder and Harriet was spun violently into the already falling Sirius with huge force, sending the pair of them tumbling through the archway and straight into the opening of the Veil of Death. She stared into the horrified faces of her friends for a second or two and then her world went black.
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Beyond Time and Space. The Great Void.
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It was a strange feeling, this nothingness. Harriet looked around her and all that she could see was white. Like literally everything she could see. She appeared to be standing in thin air ... but not quite since there wasn't even that in this place which left her wondering how exactly she was managing to breathe. That was when she noticed that she wasn't breathing. Oh. Well that couldn't be good. She felt like she should ask someone what was going on but there was nobody here to ask and because there was no perspective of where she was there was nothing here she couldn't get her bearings from. It was very disorienting. But then she guessed that being dead must be like that for most people.
And then in the middle of all the nothing there was suddenly something.
A very tall something wearing a simple black, hooded robe and carrying a scythe in his large, skeletal hand. Oh bollocks. It was true then. She had made right royal fuck up of this. Harriet 'Gryffindored' up and spoke to him before he opened his mouth ... jaw ... whatever.
"I take it my little rescue didn't go to plan then?"
I would imagine not.
"Shit."
Death wasn't really used to people being this calm when he turned up to greet them. Usually there was a lot of crying and wailing and gnashing of teeth not this sort of resigned amusement that he felt emanating from the girl before him. But then Harriet Potter was rather ... special. He stood and perused her in silence waiting for the question that he knew would be coming.
"What about Sirius?"
My grand daughter Susan is attending to Mister Black.
"Oh he'll like that."
He will? Most people don't you know.
"Yes well my dog father is what you might call a bit of a ladies man." Harriet smirked despite the situation in which she found herself. "Also a bit of an idiot."
Oh dear.
The short girl in the clunky glasses studied Death as he studied her. Her bright, green eyes stayed rivetted to the excessively bony individual while his seemed to spin in every direction only occcasionally connecting with her gaze. He appeared to be rather distracted and Harriet, being Harriet, wanted to make sure that he was okay.
"Umm ... are you alright?"
We should go to my study Harriet Potter, there is much to discuss.
"You've got a study?"
Yes it's in my house.
Death had a house? Weird.
And weird was definitely the word. This was mainly because one second Harriet was stood in the middle of a white nothingness chatting to a ten foot tall skeleton and the next she was stood on a neon green lawn next to a slightly odd swing set and looking at the strangest cottage that she had ever seen. It was like someone had taken a five year old child's drawing of what a cottage should look like and built it to that precise blueprint. Including the curly line coming from the slightly crooked chimney, the cotton candy clouds and the line of blue above for the sky. It was possibly the oddest thing that she had ever seen, which considering that she was friends with Luna Lovegood was pretty bloody impressive.
"It's not quite what I expected Death's house to look like."
That's what Susan says.
"Smart girl."
Indeed.
"Soooo."
Soooo.
Harriet couldn't quite work out if Death was taking the piss out of her or if he just wasn't used to holding a conversation with an almost sixteen year old girl. Deciding that, since he was a ten foot tall, scythe weilding monster who was the personification of death itself and could very likely squash her like a tiny bug, she would give him the benefit of the doubt here.
"So this sudy of yours is inside the house is it?"
Yes. Follow the yellow brick road.
Well she hadn't noticed that before but shrugged and followed it anyway and, upon entering, if she thought that the exterior of the house was weird Harriet was totally unprepared for the eye watering insanity inside. The endless corridor full of doors that were all identical was bad enough but when she found herself in Death's study, what seemed like a mere instant later, the crazy really began.
The room was lined along three walls with bookcases that appeared to go up and on for at least a mile in each direction even though they still somehow fit into what was a relatively small twelve foot square office. The disorienting sight made her shut her eyes tightly and feel around for the edge of the desk, opening them only when she was sure that she was facing the wall without any books against it. Although it had to said that the many posters and costumes from The Wizard of Oz that decorated that wall were almost as bad. Harriet wasn't a fan.
Death apparently was though and Harriet thought it was probably best if she didn't mention how shit she thought that movie was and decided to listen to what the reaper was saying.
The universe is in disarray, the timeline has been warped. Lily Evans was to have been the one to stop Riddle long before we came to this sorry pass. She was to have killed him in battle in 1979 and then hunted down his soul jars over the next five years bringing him over to my domain for the final judgement. But instead she married James Potter and the time-line changed. Things must be fixed. You must fix them.
"Why do I always end up having to fix the world's problems?" Harriet huffed out her annoyance as she glared at the grim reaper.
Because you were never meant to be little one. You must fix that and everything else will fall into place. Order will be restored.
"How the bollocking fuck am I supposed to fix that?" As she finished speaking it dawned on Harriet what she was going to have to do and the horror of it struck her full force. "Oh fuck me gently with a chainsaw you're going to send me back in time aren't you?"
Yes.
"I'm going to have to stop my mum and dad shagging aren't I?"
Yes.
"Any clever suggestions on how I can do that? From what Sirius said they were proper loved up."
"We're going to send you back early enough that it won't be an issue."
Harriet turned to the new arrival in Death's study and immediately lost the train of her thoughts entirely. The young woman was maybe in her early twenties and while not what most people would call classically beautiful she made up for this by having the kind of curves that would cause a multiple pile up on a busy street. Or blushes and palpitations in a certain black haired young witch who was currently staring open mouthed and drooling at her in that very low cut top.
"Hi. I'm Susan Death."
"Hmmm ... muh ... hoo."
"My eyes are up here Miss Potter."
"Sorry Miss." Harriet looked at the floor and shuffled her feet instead, feeling for all the world like a naughty school girl.
"So, we're going to pop you back in time to the beginning of Lily Evans' fifth year at Hogwarts school before James Potter manages to sort himself out and you'll have to try and keep the two of them apart."
"Just how the buggery fuck am I supposed to do that?"
You could aways seduce her yourself.
Susan seemed to be giving this some serious considersation. Much to Harriet's disgust.
"It's a viable option. You're certainly pretty enough to catch her eye."
"Okay just wait one mother fucki ... bloody minute there. First, thanks for the 'pretty' comment ... " She flashed a nervous smile at Susan. " ... and second, are you seriously suggesting that I should shag my own mum? Because ... just ... eeuww."
Death looked like he was about to respond when his grand daughter caught his eye and gently shook her head at him so he stopped. He really didn't understand why the little human was so upset by his suggestion as he honestly thought it the best solution to her problems but then he would be the first to admit that he didn't understand humans in general. He usually found that it was better to leave it to Susan to sort these kinds of issues out.
Well I shall leave you in Susan's capable hands then. She will be your guide on the next part of your journey. Good luck little human.
Harriet blinked as Death winked out of existence and her eyes adjusted to the rapidly reducing hole that he had left in their current reality. She shook her head and shuddered before turning back to the rather lovely and statuesque Miss Death.
"God that gives me the willies. Sorry about Sirius by the way, I hope he didn't make too much of a nuisance of himself."
"What makes you think that you need to apologise for him?"
"Because I've met him."
Harriet looked on in awe as Susan Death giggled, causing her impressive breasts, unhindered by any form of underwired support struture, to wobble about in a most distracting manner.
"You're fun." Death's grand daughter suddenly looked impossibly sad. "I wish you could stay."
"Oh. Am I going somewhere right now then?"
"Yes indeed. It's over the rainbow for you now young Harriet."
And the world went black again.
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1st September 1974. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
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Harriet Potter flashed back into existence standing off to one side of the great hall in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and stumbled briefly as her legs tried to re-adjust to standing on solid ground. She winced at the terrifying headache and feeling of nausia that this small movement provoked but managed not to launch her last meal all over the floor. Barely. Fuck. Harriet never wanted to do that again. It was worse than side along apparating and that was bloody vomit inducing terrible in it's own right. Cracking one eye open cautiously she took in her surroundings in order to restore some normality.
Okay so the where she was was easy enough. The great hall of Hogwarts was instantly recogniseable to anyone who had attended the school at any time in the last milennium, the when was a little more tricky, however. Not that tricky though when you opened your eyes and really looked. It was obviously some time in the seventies, she had known that in the back of her mind anyway counting backwards from how old she knew her mum to have been at the time her death in 1981. The abundance of brown tank tops and kipper ties peeping out from underneath poorly fastened school robes just confirmed it.
Come to think about it what the bloody hell was she wearing?
She lifted a corner of her robes and peeked underneath. Oh my God. You are fucking kidding me. Below the robes and in place of her usual faded jeans and Hollyhead Harpies sweat shirt (or even her hated school uniform) was an awful chequered pinafore dress of archaic design. Worse still it was a dress that she recognised from a certain movie poster on a certain wall of a certain study in a certain grim reaper's house. And while the stylish knee length gogo boots weren't exactly slippers they were certainly rather red. One might almost say Ruby red. Harriet had a horrible idea of the name that was going to get called out for her sorting.
"Dorothy Liliceae."
She fucking knew it. The next time she saw Death she was going to kick him right in the bollocks.
Harriet/Dorothy was still snarling and muttering under her breath to herself about all the un-ladylike things that she was going to do to the grim reaper at their next meeting when professor MacGonagall called her new name again. This time it was with a little more force and she realised that if she didn't get moving everyone was going to think she was a bit mentally slow. As well as psychotic. Following the well remembered and familar path she trudged resignedly along the raised platform in front of the teacher's table, sat on the stool (had it always been this small she wondered) and waited for the inevitable intrusion into her mind.
"Well hello there young Dorothy, my but haven't you come a long way to visit us here. Now then don't be afraid I'm just going to have a quick scan of your thoughts so that we can figure out which would be the best House to put you in."
"Yeah, you might not want to do that I don't think Susan or her grandad would be very happy if you did."
"Susan?"
"Susan."
"Susan ... Death?"
"Susan Death."
"I see ... so that means we've probably met before. Tell me, where did I place you last time?"
"Gryffindor."
"Ah so by the power of deduction since you died of that choice I should put you in ... "
"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!"
" ... SLYTHERIN!"
"Fuck my life."
Thankfully the enormously loud shout masked Harriet's quietly spoken exclamation and as the hat was whipped away her head dropped to her chest and she let out a huge sigh. It was not in any way a sigh of relief. She just could not catch a fucking break today could she.
Guided and propelled to her new House table by a large, older gentleman with a huge walrus moustache Harriet was dragging her feet a bit not really wanting to be rushed into approaching the 'Snake Pit'. The applause for their newest member was decidedly muted but whether this was just a polite response that everyone got or simply because they all took one look at her and thought her to be totally batshit crazy she couldn't really tell. Such was the way of those who wore the green and silver. Their true feelings and intentions were always obscured behind the well practiced mask of indifference.
She doubted if she'd make it a week before she beat somebody to death out of pure frustration.
With a final push that sent her staggering and provoked a daggered glare at his retreating form her Head of House returned to the top table and left Harriet to find a seat. It wasn't difficult as nobody seemed willing to be that close to her at the moment. She thumped down with ill grace in an empty spot as far away from the sneering features of a much younger Lucius 'bastard face' Malfoy as she could possibly get and started banging her head repeatedly on the hard, wooden surface of the table.
From his position two seats down from her and with his view left unobstructed by his rapidly moving House mates a boy with long, greasy black hair and torn robes sniggered quietly as the new girl head butted the table. He was wondering about her whole Wizard of Oz outfit (as well as her sanity) and whether it was some kind of public statement that she was a 'friend of Dorothy' as the muggles would say. Admittedly it was rather clever of her if this was that and this was a way of advertising to 'witches who liked witches' that she would be open to their future advances. Of course she might just be utterly insane and like dressing up. One could never tell with girls.
He had just decided to make an introduction when the girl looked him straight in the eye with a dangerous expression on her pretty face and raised her right index finger in a warning gesture to him.
"Not a fucking word."
His mouth snapped shut and Severus Snape turned away from those startling green eyes, so like his darling Lily's, and focused back on his dinner plate not wanting to push the growling young woman into violence. In spite of the obvious imminent threat of severe pain he smirked to himself as he watched her undoing the long twin braids of raven hair that hung down in front of her shoulders. What an entertaining year this might turn out to be. Well it couldn't be any worse than the last four had been for him could it. Could it?
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Behind them at the Ravenclaw table two witches, one blonde and one red head, ignored their filled plates and looked on in amusement as 'Dorothy' and Severus 'interracted'. Pandora Scamander and Lily Evans seemed equally unable to take their eyes off of the short, but stunningly gorgeous girl with the black, braided hair and the red, pouty lips. The girl who appeared to be driving her fearful looking Housemates away in droves with her mere presence.
"Ooh I like her, she's spunky."
Of course Pandora would like her. The red head shook her head in exasperation at her odd friend and her ... enthusiasm with the dangerous looking new Slytherin girl before coming back with.
"She just looks bloody nuts to me. I mean, hotter than the effing sun obviously, but still bloody nuts. No offence Pan'."
"None taken Lils, none taken."
"She just looks really strange... and not a wholesome you kind of a way Pan' but in a deranged psychopath with a chip on her shoulder and no self control kind of a way."
Pandora Scamander regarded her slightly blushing best friend carefully, subjecting her to a thorough examination of her aura and seeing the truth that hid there.
"You still want to find out what colour panties she's wearing though don't you Lils."
"Well yeah. I'm not dead Pan'."
The nutty blonde suddenly stood up and yelled out across to the Slytherin table.
"Yoo hoo! Dottie, Dottie. Lils wants to know what colour are your pa ... mmmph."
As Lily managed to get her hand over Pandora's mouth and cut off the rest of her embarrassingly shouted question the girl who it was aimed at turned her head and fixed the pair of ravenclaw witches with a scowl that would have put the Severus Snape in her original time-line to shame. Her eye was twitching dangerously and she had just laid her wand on the table, clearly getting ready to hex them into oblivion when the two pairs of green eyes met ... and locked. It didn't last long as the new girl's eyes widened in recognition and she mouthed something that looked suspiciously like 'oh fuck' before she started head butting the table again.
Lily Evans thought that, however unbelievably and incredibly gorgeous she was, this new girl in Slytherin was very rude. And she had a shit name too. Even in the stuck in the past, backwards Wizarding community, who in all holy hell called a girl Dorothy for fucks sake. It was awful.
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As usual I write for me but reviews are always nice and I'd certainly never turn them away, just don't get caught up in the whole 'they would never do that' trap. This is all going to be pretty AU stuff.
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DtR xx.
