Disclaimer: I own nothing, except my plot and the triple cheeseburger that I just ate. Basically there is Girl-Harry, hunters, angels and dimension hopping.

Chapter 1

My name is Helena Jessica Potter, I'm twenty-seven and I finally defeated Voldemort. To bad it killed me too, and then… I woke up. I gasped a breath of life and looked around frantically, where was I? I searched through the room I was in it was ladylike and girly. There were pictures on the mantel. I stifled a gasp of shock I was in them, my hair to long, dressed to girly and looking way to shy… but I was definitely there. Then I noticed the other people in the picture my Mum, Dad, Sirius, Remus and various others that showed up. A boy and a girl that looked almost like… twins? I had a brother and a sister?

"Helena," a woman's voice called, I turned to face her. She was without a doubt Lily Potter. I took a deep breath. "Hey are you ok Helena?" she asked, I hated being called by my full name. Shouldn't she know that as my Mum?

"Yeah, I'm fine," I bluffed. She pressed a hand to my forehead.

"The twins are going out with your father and I'm going shopping you have the house to yourself today," she said, "Have fun, do your homework." Homework? Why would I even have… then I caught my reflection in the mirror.

"Son of a bitch," I cussed, I was about fourteen years old. I was still pale, still had bright green eyes but now my inky black hair fell in waves around my hips. I held up a lock in disgust. That would definitely have to go. Looking around I searched for my wand, finding in my trunk.

After searching my wardrobe three times I came to the conclusion that I hated absolutely everything about the me that existed here before I did. I didn't own pants; everything was ladylike and proper, my room had obnoxious shades of pink all over it and I didn't own any decent make up.

In desperation I tried my mother and my sister's room neither wielded any results. Huffing in annoyance I put on a lavender-coloured dress and matching ballet flats. There came a knock at the door. It was Remus.

"Hello," I said, "Would you like to come in?" His eyes widened in surprise.

"Are you parents home?" he asked finally. I shook my head.

"They should be back in a couple of hours if you wanted to wait. I could make you some tea?" I offered.

"Stop it," he demanded suddenly, "Stop playing games."

"I'm not playing games," I replied. He looked at me as if to say yeah right.

"You haven't spoken to me or stayed in the same room as me since you were seven years old," he said sounding hurt but covering it with anger, "Am I supposed to believe that this isn't some cruel joke. You hate me."

"Why would I hate you?" I asked frowning. Revolted at myself, or rather the me that used to be here. Remus… in my world, Remus was one of the people that I was closest to.

"Because you hate werewolves and I'm a werewolf," he spat. I scrambled for an explanation, one that would make my change of views seem unsuspicious.

"Have you ever just woken up and looked around and realised… that you just hated everything about yourself?" I asked. He looked at me in shock. "Welcome to my morning," I informed him, "I know I don't deserve it, but let me make it up to you."

My back connected with a wall and it took everything I had not to fight back, but I knew what this was. So I stayed absolutely still while he held me fast against the wall and looked into my eyes, trying to find any hint of fear or deceit.

"You… you really mean it," he said shakily, "I'm sorry… I just had to know."

"It's fine," I said, "Come on in." We talked, for hours. It was nice to see Remus again not to mention that he was a goldmine of information. My siblings were called Michel and Ivey, they were a year older than me and Michel was the Boy-Who-Lived or rather that's what everyone thought. I still had the lightning bolt scar.

My Dad and Sirius were Auror's, big surprise. Mum was a full time mother, yay. Parental supervision, which was when it hit me, not matter how ridiculous the request I was expected to do what ever they told me.

By the time my parents got home they just about dropped everything they were holding in shock. I excused myself and pressed my ear to the door.

"I thought she didn't talk to you," Dad said.

"So did I," Remus answered, "She just invited me in, asked if we could start over. Then we talked for a few hours, it was nice."

I moved away from the door at that and made my way back up to my room. There was a letter sitting on the bed. Hell addressed in neat flowing script on the front. When I opened it a large silver looking dagger fell out, the blade of an Archangel. Hurriedly I read the envelope.

Hell,

They were going to make you tell them. Civil war or not, they were going to pull you out of there and make you talk, by whatever mean necessary. There wasn't any other way out, both sides want to know and if you killed yourself they would have kept bringing you back.

Which is where I came in, when you died your soul was shoved into another reality, they shouldn't be able to find you here. Keep my blade; if I live I'll meet you there. I should have another one.

Just in case I don't make it… I love you and I wish you all the best.

Love Gabriel.

Strangled sobs pushed there way past my throat. The note was written in angel so I could keep it. I strapped the knife to my leg and forced away my tears. He was going to meet me here. Everything was going to be fine. I hated to admit it, but he was my best friend. More than Ron or Hermione, Gabriel was important to me and the thought that he may be dead terrified me almost as much as the idea that they knew.

In my old world, Michel and Lucifer was all gun ho to start the apocalypse and fight each other for world domination. I hated the name Michel, that it was my brother's name now. To bad there vessels, a pair of brothers that I considered good friends refused to let them use them as hosts. Until they said yes there's nothing that they could do.

Or rather that would be the case except I knew a secret, a dangerous and terrible secret. Now that I was here all I had to do was keep my silence and hope that they'd never find me.

At the end of the day I had came to a conclusion about my family. They weren't, my family that is. They were just people who had the same body and name. I was treated like a doll. They were suspicious when I asked questions, shrieked when I wanted to cut my hair, frowned when I wanted to change my room or shop for different clothes.

The worst part was… they actually loved me. They were naïve and patronising but they honestly loved me. I was tempted to let them temper me, to make them happy but I couldn't. I felt like they were wrapping me in iron chains, I felt like I was suffocating and drowning all at once.

"Oh sweetie, you don't need to change," Ivey cooed, petting my long hair. It took everything in me not to recoil. I doubted anyone noticed. "We've been growing your hair for years."

"Ever since you were three," my Mum chimed in. There were a myriad of pet names they called me, princess, baby, sweetheart, sweetie, Lena. I hated them all. I slipped out of the house as soon as I could, before I started screaming.

"Uncomfortable?" Remus asked following me out. I swallowed around the lump in my throat. I just wanted to scream.

"A little warm," I responded politely.

"You looked like you were willing to dig a fork into your brain repeatedly to get out of there," he retorted. Yeah, I was seriously in the need for some alcohol.

"And if I was?" I asked archly.

"I wouldn't blame you," he said truthfully. Days passed and I was ready to kill myself. They brushed my hair and chose my clothes, were overly protective and affectionate. When they caught me running to get back is shape it took three days for me to convince them to let me out of there sight.

Remus was my ally, he convinced them to let me get a gym membership. That went well, and then I was allowed to buy gym clothes. They were even suspicious when I read the paper. Seriously I had a firebolt and was only allowed to use it for gliding.

"Come on," Dad said bouncing around the kitchen excitedly, "Time for the world cup." We used a Portkey to get to the camping site and get set up. Not that I was allowed to help. I slipped away from the group muttering something about going for a walk to the occupied males.

"Thank god," I breathed safely away from them.

"Is that so?" a voice asked in the woods behind me. I turned and saw a group of goblins with a pitched tent in the clearing.

"Yeah," I said moving closer, "Do you mind if I hide out here?" They looked at me surprised.

"Why would you want to hang around us?" another asked suspiciously. I let loose a real laugh, something that I hadn't done since I got here.

"I can see the entire campsite from here, so when my family notices I'm gone I can head back," I responded, "Not to mention you don't strike me as the type to treat me like I'm made of glass."

"You're the princess of the Potter family, aren't you made of glass?" one of the goblins at the back.

"If I had my way I skive the next person to call me a princess's ass," I said honestly. They broke into laughter. "So what do you do for fun around here?"

Sitting around chatting to goblins was probably the most fun I'd had in this whole dimension. They weren't just banker's I'd discovered, they were warriors… even better, sometimes they were hunters.

"No way," I scoffed, "You can't gank a wendigo without fire. Impossible."

"Now how do you know that, Miss Potter," the leader asked. I took a stick and drew a devils trap on the ground, they looked up and I could see a new found respect in there eyes.

"Werewolves: silver dagger to the heart, ghosts: salt, iron and burn the bones, vampires: cut off the head, demons: devil traps and salt, wendigo's: fire, ghouls: headshots," I explained. A glass was offered to me.

"Here, goblin version of hunters helper," he said, I took it with a happy smile and knocked it back happily. They let out cheers. Goblins or not, it was good to be amongst hunters again.

There done. I wanted to keep writing but I think the chapter was getting a bit long and this seemed as good as any place to stop it. Review and let me know what you think.