I do not own Harry Potter, or the idea of Harry becoming a girl originally. I give credit to the author who thought of it and for letting me post this. Again, I do not own Harry Potter.

Chapter 1: Storm

It was raining heavily at the Academy of Hecate today, and a lone person stood outside, wrapped in a single cloak, she gazed thoughtfully at the flashes of lightning before her eyes and sees the memories of times long ago. The lightning streak across the sky flooding the magical night with its white flashes. The dark crackling of the Thunder reminded her of whips, of breaking china, of… that person she knew a long time ago.

The rain spluttered at the ground, making mud spatter as they fall in heaps like shards of ice attacking the earth below the sky. She stood still, mesmerized by the rain, the feeling of the falling drops on her body, though shielded by her clothing, she could feel the icy cold drops through them. It caused both pain and calm as she stood, watching nature tearing apart itself, with no help from humans or animals. No, nature itself is dangerous enough.

The wind moaned and bended the mighty oaks whose branches screeched and snapped at their awful treatments. She listened patiently to their complaints as the wind chaotically messed up her clothing into disarray and madly tearing at the beautifully put together seams, trying hard to break the pieces apart to get at the flesh, her life, her soul, much like that person's spell. She shook her head to clear her mind once more, but realizing it was futile, she sighed.

Hoping to forget that person again with time, she turned her back to the violet storm and left, leaving behind muddy footprints in the rain, still the lightning flashed in its bluish-white brilliance, and the thunder roared at the castle walls much like that day.

The rain pattered at the windows, they shot themselves at the transparent, delicate-like glass like cannonballs trying to get inside, trying to break the peace and warmth inside like that person. But unlike that person, the rain trailed down the slippery glass unsuccessful in their attempts. She grimaced at her mind's reference to that day. Nevertheless, it was no matter, it was time to depart anyway.

Soon, in less than twenty-four precious hours, she will be leaving behind her beloved Academy's fortress walls and into the strange world that she had often associated with interacting with other talented pupils. Strange how a change of personality and what was once normality could change a person, especially her, who has changed the most out of the 14 other pupils attending the same year with her.

Juliet Lilia Potter has long been forgotten and in its place is a new person, or so she hoped. This transfer to Hogwarts only fueled her resentments toward the arrogant wizarding world that has ignored her for so long. Now returning after five wonderful years, she wondered what had happened to her parents, her brothers, her Uncle Moony, and Sirius Black.

She is recalling the past, the nostalgia wrapped her mind in a blanket of jumbled arrangement of memories. The unpleasant setting of her past leaps at the front, she remembered the details, the plates that shattered upon impact on the floor, the cups that was once her mother's favorite, and the pictures of her ancestors filled up the lively hallway. The people, their words, their actions, she was withering inside. She still is, but she forcefully locked the memories away, saving it for the day she wish to confront them fully.

Lately, after receiving the news of her return to the outside world, she began thinking about them a lot, but especially her Uncle Moony, who she held a deep daughterly affection for his kindness. She clutched at the necklace around her neck with one hand, while the other clutched at the bookmark in her pocket gingerly.

She then rested her eyes by closing them and got indoors, she will dream tonight, she knew. However, is this some sort of warning for repeated history or the changing course of fortune?

(Past)

Juliet Potter watched the heartwarming scene below as thought she was seeing it through a delicate looking glass, disassociating, indifferent, and unimportant. It was her brothers' first birthday today, all three of them were born on July 31, but she was cast aside to make way for the heirs of the family.

She is two now, but no one remembered her birthday, except maybe Uncle Moony, but even he is busy now cheering on the twins. She sighed, deep and more mature than a two year old. She understood a long time ago, just when the twins were born that she is insignificant compared to the twins. She could both use 'controlled' magic and talk when she was only one and a half, then there was the account that a few months ago, she had walked, stood, and ran, but no one took in any of that.

(Flashback)

It was six months after the twins were born. The Potter family was having breakfast as usual. They have gone into hiding ever since their birth. Personally, little one-and-a-half-year-old Juliet Potter thought that hiding is useless, but seeing as she is still in a high chair, she could not very well complain.

Well, except now both her parents are feeding her little brothers and ignoring her.

"Who's my little Prongs Jr.?" Her mom cooed at the spit bubble her brother, Theodore, made, while her dad was lifting her other brother, Michael, from his high chair.

"Who wants a ride on the stag?" Michael squealed, her dad laughed and placed him on his shoulders.

"James Theodore Potter, I demand you put our son down immediately!" Her mom, Lily Evans, with her melodious voice, commanded my father.

Then their laughter spread through the entire house, as their neglected first child cried silently in the background, unknowing that this event is only the beginning of her neglect.

(Present)

She watches them from the top of the staircase. Her brilliant forest green eyes eyed them with deep resentment. The pale white face scrunched up in a frown, but still her innocence shone through. She coughed. Her coughs rattled her entire body, cutting off her breath, and shut away her mind to all but the pain it caused.

"Damn it girl, quit your coughing. You are not fooling anyone." Her father, James Potter, yelled angrily from the living room.

She could hear the apologies coming from her parents to the twins. Then she got up and limped to the library of the Potters, her little hand fisted into a ball while her other hand trailed the dark shadowy wall with its long spidery fingers.

Inside the library was dark and grim. Dust coated the once-sparkling desktop like a second layer of polish. The windows were opaque from no one cleaning it, picture frames without any occupants now, all want to join in on the festivities. She walked in with a handkerchief over her face to stifle the aftermath of the coughing fit. Slowly she walked up to one of the bookcases and lifted her free arm up.

A thick volume then started to glow, before it pulled itself out from its place on the shelf roughly and delicately drifted down to the girl's fingertips, who seems to be holding it effortlessly.

Then she settled on the floor, seemingly uncaring of the condition of her tattered clothes on the dirty floor, and began reading the thick volume from where she left off before.

The bookmark she had was from Moony, it was a bookmark version of a portrait of Rowena Ravenclaw, her favorite founder of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The magical bookmark of Lady Ravenclaw was one of the only ones nice to her now, and she usually was the one who help her with the difficult vocabulary in the books she read.

Laughter from the living room below shocked her back to present, drenching her with the cold loneliness of the library. She felt little droplets of tears fell on the floor. Soon, she thought, it will not fall again.

"Don't you worry, sweet heart, soon it will be all over." Rowena said from the bookmark, which had one of the corners smudged when one of her tears fell on it a long time ago.

To Rowena's comment, Juliet could only smile, and wait for the inevitable to come.

Chapter 1: End

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