The Lion and The Serpent
A/N: I wanted to play around with the genders of the HP characters and this is what I came up with. I ship Drarry already (how can I not?) so I felt that I needed to write at least one fanfic along these lines. Please comment down below if you want me to continue (also if I figure out how to make more chapters X[)
First Year
Chapter 1- Privet Drive
Harriett Potter had always been abnormal by the standards of her aunt and uncle. She was tall and thin, with long black hair that never fell perfectly and, most unusually, a thin lightning scar on her forehead that she tried to keep covered with her bangs. Her Uncle Vernon and cousin Dudley were very large and Her Aunt Petunia was a thin, bony woman. Her uncle had a large face, hardly any neck and a large moustache. Dudley was almost a copy of his father except he was younger and didn't have a mustache. Her aunt was thin, bony, and had an excess of neck which she used to listen to the conversations of her neighbors.
Harriett had gotten very used to the fact that Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon love and cared for their son as much as they were capable of, while Harriett was ignored, scolded or ordered around.
Strange things always seemed to happen around Harriett, which was one reason the Dursleys hated her so much. One of the strangest events happened on the day of her cousin's birthday. They were at the reptile house at the zoo; Harriett had been brought along because her usual "babysitter" had tripped over one of her many cats. Harriett had started talking to the snake Dudley had been trying to bully into moving, and then the first strange thing of that day happened. The snake lifted its head and replied. The second strange thing happened moments later when Dudley and his friend Piers Polkiss leaned against the glass. It disappeared from under their hands and Dudley fell forward into the snake's habitat. For some reason Uncle Vernon blamed Harriett for this and shoved her into her cupboard as soon as they got home, promising that she would have no dinner for a week.
"We're moving!" Shouted Uncle Vernon over the rustle of hundreds of letters addressed to Harriett flying in through every opening in the house. "We're moving far, far away, where no one can find us!"
Uncle Vernon's madness had started a few days previously when Harriett had walked into the kitchen, clutching her first letter ever. She'd been staring at the writing on the thick envelope when had suddenly been torn from her hands. She looked up and saw her uncle take it away from Dudley. "Give it back! It's mine!" Harriett yelled, desperately wanting the letter back.
Very loudly and with a nastier look than usual on his face Uncle Vernon said, "Yours? Who'd be writing to you?" He looked down at the emerald green writing on the envelope and shared a worried look with Aunt Petunia then sent Dudley and Harriett out into the hall, slamming the door behind Harriett.
Out in the hall Dudley and Harriett glared at each other for a moment before playing a game of rock, paper, scissors to see who would be pressing their ear against the door and who would be lying on the floor listening through the gap. Harriett lost and quickly lay down on the floor, hoping to hear something of the conversation going on in the kitchen.
She heard the end of the discussion. Uncle Vernon said, "We won't tell her and we won't let her read those letters," Aunt Petunia made a noise that sounded like an agreement and then there were footsteps coming towards the door. Harriett leapt up and went to lean against the cupboard door, while Dudley decided to move away from the door only when the door handle turned. The only thing that happened was Harriett moved. She went from the cupboard under the stairs to Dudley's second bedroom, to much complaint and fake tears from Dudley.
The letters kept coming and each day there seemed to be more than the last. Uncle Vernon did everything he could to stop them; boarding up the mail slot and covering every crack in the house, but the letters didn't stop. Uncle Vernon began tearing and burning them, anything to keep them away from Harriett. It was a bright Sunday afternoon when things went very wrong. There was supposed to be no post on Sundays, but the house seemed to rumble slightly before hundreds of letters came out of the chimney, quickly covering the living room floor. Harriett grabbed one and ran out of the living room, but was grabbed by her uncle before she got into the cupboard. The mail slot busted open and pelted the struggling pair with more letters. The next day they had gotten a suitcase each and said good-bye to number 4 Privet Drive.