25/12/2016

Hey guy sorry I couldn't seem to get this story out of my head, my other story's will still continue and I have the next chapter for most of them already written, and should be able to post them before the end of soon.

So until then I hope you all enjoy my take on an oc as a female Harry.

Decription: She is going to look exactly like a young Lily but with just a shade darker red hair.

Warrning: the story may be a bit slow for awhile, but it will pick up later. This won't be like other oc/Harry's story's. Oh and this hasn't been Beta read so if anyone wants to be a beta for any of my story's just let me know!

Harriet Lily Potter, that was the name I was given when I woke up, after my second death. I'm starting to believe that the gods or the creator or whoever the hell controls things are just using me to change worlds, of cause just like the last two times I will need to die for this world to have peace (of course I don't know that just yet) and just like the times before I will have to leave behind a beloved family and trusted friends. Because like the last times I know nothing about the worlds I've been sent to, before my name was Nagasaki Otsutsuki younger sister to two legendary men, Hamura Otsutsuki and Hagoromo Otsutsuki, Hagoromo was also known as The Sage of the Six Paths and the Rikudo Sennin. In the other world instead of magic like this one seems to have, there was a thing called chakra and shinobi used it for everything, I myself used it for healing which I interpreted for my life before that.

My first name was Claire Summers an ordinary young adult herbalist that dreamed of adventures, and daydreams of places and things in myths and legends. Then the earthquakes shook the world destroying everything in their paths, killing thousands and when people thought that it was all over, floods and tsunamis came then the meteorites, erupting all the volcanoes even the ones that had long since already erupted. For the handful that survived, next came a plague of sickness. There was almost none that had a family member alive, I myself only had my little brother and was working with seven others to find a cure, then we all got the sickness in final testing. Each of us using different samples, I died aswell as two more (Kyle & Shane), but our spirits lingered long enough for us to see the others live and start to refine the cure samples and help rebuild the world from the dust.

The hardest part was watching my little brother cry as he was told what happened, and finally seeing the (19 year old) man he has become as he stopped his own crying and started to comfort Shane's twin 10 year olds, and Kyle's 17 year old daughter- which they turned out to be closer friends then I realised. I also realised that I had missed so much of his life.

So anyway back to what's happening now, I am once again a baby that has just been born. Only problem is that because I have already lived two lives, with knowlage from both and for a small undeveloped infants mind. With the information trying to squeeze its self into my brain, you can guess how bad my headaches are, but I can guarantee that they are so much worse.

So for almost the first two months of my new life, that really felt like seven years. I lived with a constant pain in my head, making me do nothing but scream. I did try and hold it back at night times to let my new parents get their sleep, but sometimes I would not only have memory's of my old lives but I would get visions of my new one, and it's those ones that send such a burning pain through my head that I loose all sense of awareness. When I do gain focus again, I smell of vomit, poop and taste blood with my throat being screamed horsed. I noticed that these times scares my new parents the most, as they don't know how to help me and the doctors that have been brought in never seem to know either. I guess it was lucky for my parents my mind started to settle, the visions came less and less and I was able to start giving my new parents a good memory of their baby girl Harriet.

It wasnt until just before my first birthday did I have a vision that not only hurt my head, it scared the living hell out of me. It also happen to be the day that I went from crawling to running, at ten and a half months old it sure surprised my parents, as I had just jumped straight up from my nap in the lounge room and bolted out of the room, colliding with my mums legs around the corner as she had come to check on me. You see the visions that I have had up till now have been just glimpses of what my life will be, like school and friends, but this vision showed me something that only up till now I have suspected at.

"Mummy!" I cried throwing myself into the arms of the woman that has cared for me for the past ten months, in every life I have learned to treasure the moments I get to have with loved ones, and this woman has made me care for her the most. That's why I truly wished that the vision I just had, was just a nightmare and won't come true, but I know deep down that it will.

"Darling? Sweet Harriet, what is the matter?" Lily my mother held me to her chest and moved us back into the lounge room, sitting on the couch, with me on her lap. I blinked through the tears and looked up at the kind face of the woman that holds nothing but love and worry for me, and I have never in all my times alive wished to save anyone more, because the vision I just saw was of my parents deaths.

"Sweetie, Did you have a bad dream?" My mother asked when we had been sitting there for awhile with her brushing down my hair with her hand, this woman dosent deserve to die like that, maybe I could just say somthing small as a warning.

'A N- I really suck at baby speech, so just imagine it and the words underlined will be the words that are too mumble or hard to understand.'

"Mhm, mummy a scary bad man coming to hurt me, he's coming on scary night, but he can't hurt me because mummy save me, but then he hurts daddy and mummy, daddy and mummy wont wake up, and I'll be alone, then a sad man in black with long black dirty hair comes to see you, but you won't wake up even when he try's, he keeps saying he sorry! Then he leave and I get taken to live with mean people that hurt me!" I explained as clearly as I could with my infant tongue, that makes it hard to form sentences. Mums face turned deadly pale but she tried to hold a smile, as she holds me in her arms a bit tighter.

"Ow sweetheart you must have been so scared, but don't worry, no bad man is going to hurt you, it was just a bad dream, now come I made you a yummy snack!" Mum tried to soothe me as she stood up with me still in her arms and carried me into the kitchen, as not to worry her anymore I plastered a smile to my own face and made a mental vow to do everything I can to keep them alive, and if I fail, I will need to make sure that from this point on that every moment with my parents is full of laughter and love.

After that months flow by, at my first birthday I met some of my parents friends, at my godfather Sirius house, he's a fun man and when he my dad and a man named Remus got together, all hell broke loose. My mum and a man named Alastor Moody would try and keep them on a leash but they always seemed to drag me into the pranks, which was fun I'll have to say. There was only one person at the party the I openly showed dislike to, and that was the man that I saw in my vision to betray my family, all because he was jealous. I vomited and pulled Peters hair any time I was handed to him, and when it was cake time I throw some of my piece across the table and into his face, everyone laughed thinking it was cute. My favourite is Remus, he has a funny side and I loved the story's he would tell me about the Merorders, a group he and my father were in together with Sirius and Peter.

I ended up getting a cute bunny stuffed toy from Peter, which I started biting its ear off with my barely there teeth, before letting the family's cat have some fun with it behind the adults backs. I also received a toy broomstick from Sirius, everyone laughed and thought it cute when I started making zooming noises, while riding the broom like a horse. They instantly stopped when I accidentally pushed my magic into the broom and made it really start flying, then it was my turn to start laughing, as I flow around over their heads. It wasn't until my arms got tired did I slip off the broom, with everyone running to catch me, thanks to Remus's quick reflexes I landed safely still giggling my head off. And boy, did Sirius get it bad from both my parents, talk about being put in the dogs house.

As Halloween got closer and closer I started to see my parents trying to spend as much time with me as possible, they would spoil me, they would show and tell me all sorts of things to do with magic, giving me the idea to start experimenting with it. I worked out that it takes more concentration then the chakra that I use to use, and that the magic is wildly unpredictable, once I accidentally turned my bedroom into a garden. My parents were surprised but they weren't angry with me, and it just made mum start to cry and hug me tightly, I guess showing then that I'm advanced for my supposed age wasn't a good idea, as it seemed to make them worry more. For the week leading up to Halloween I had the same vision over and over again, the night my parents would die, small things would change but no matter what I seemed to try and stop them from dyeing, it won't work and just lead to worse consequences for this world.

So in the privacy of my room I cried silently as I thought about my lack of ability to be able to do anything to help them, being just a baby with an undeveloped body and not trained enough fight. You would think that with the amount of precious people I've had to watch die or be the course of said death (My mother before this ones), that I would be use to it...

But each and every time someone comes into my heart it just becomes harder and harder to say goodbye, and now your probably asking why the hell would I not just close off my heart then, and the answer is simple.

The pain means I have lived, that I can love, and be love. I don't want to fell nothing at all, because then I wouldn't be living, I would just be surviving and that's not the kind of person I am!

So if I have to cry and grieve silently every time I lose someone, then maybe that just makes me a type of masochist, but I believe that I just care for other people too much to be closed off from everyone, I hate seeing other people suffer, physical or emotionally.

So there you have it, a look into Harriet's past life, I won't be going much more into it and from now on just be focusing on what's to come. But if you would like to know any information about her past just inbox me or leave a review with your question and I'll answer.

Ok well I'll see you all for then next chapter.

Oh and MARRY CHRISTMAS everyone! :D

Cya xx