Harriet Potter: Chapter 1

Harriet Potter gulped down the last of her whiskey and singled to the bartender for another. Upon first glance Harriet Potter looked to be a beautiful 20 year old with a head of black curls and bright green eyes, but this assessment would prove to be wrong. While Harriet potter was indeed beautiful and had lovely black curls and bright green eyes, she was not in her twenties, no Harriet Potter was 356 years old. Now while it was not uncommon for a witch or wizard to 100 or even 200 years. Unlike most witches or wizards these years did not show on the face of The Girl Who Lived. At 356 Harriet would be the second oldest witch to ever live, only beaten out by Perenelle Flamel who had lived to 658 and probably would have lived longer if not for the meddling of a certain twinkled eye professor. However unlike the Flamels Harriet could not die, for at 17 she united the Hallows granting her the title of Master of Death.

So here Harriet sat at a bar, her friends were long dead, leaving only her to drown her pains in muggle liquor. As Master of Death she had been given free reign on her travels whether in time, space or to other dimensions. She was currently unsure of where she was, she had been drifting for a while, unsure of where to go, or what to do. However from her observations she appeared to be in post world war two Britain, probably around the late 1960s. On that line of thinking she decided to call upon death to give her an exact location and time. "Master" death said arriving only a second after she called. " Can you tell me where I am and the Date" asked Harriet curious at to how close her estimate had been. " You are in your home world, August 9th 1968 in London, England." Death replied rather monotonously. Harriet hmmed rather pleased at how close her guess had been. Death coughed pulling Harriet out of her inner contemplation. "Oh, you are dismissed" said Harriet rather embarrassed at being caught up in her thoughts. Death disappeared without another word.

1968 Harriet thought, trying to remember any details from that year, she knew Voldemort would start making a name for himself in the early 1970s, so she had a few years, to decide what to do on that front. She considered just killing him off before he manages to gain any power, but the thought did not sit right with her, after all she had no problem with dark magic having learned long ago that magic is not so simple as to be classified into such simple of terms of good or evil. Perhaps a trip to Diagon alley was in order, Harriet thought curious to the state of a wizarding world Pre-Voldemort. Coming to a decision she laid down some muggle money on the bar and promptly disappeared with a crack.