Hi everyone, thanks for reading my story! A few things before we start. First, this story will be mostly in the movie universe since I have easier access to that then the books but there will be some things in the books that the movies don't have that I will include. Second, the title is curtesy of EmeraldWing1992, who has also listened to many of my ideas since I came up with the idea for this story so she deserves A LOT of thanks from me! Now it is time for the biggest warning before this story even begins.
THIS STORY WILL NOT HAVE CANON PAIRINGS! I REPEAT THIS STORY WILL NOT HAVE CANON PAIRINGS SO IF YOU LIKE HINNY, ROMIONE OR SOMETHING LIKE THEM! IF THIS BOTHERS YOU THEN I'M SORRY BUT I'D RATHER YOU AVOID THIS STORY NOW THEN FLAME ME IN THE FUTURE AND HATE MY STORY BECAUSE I DIDN'T WARN YOU! THIS STORY WILL ALSO CHANGE HARRY'S FAMILY.
If the pairings I'm using are important to you, which I can understand, then just ask in a review and I will PM you what the pairings will be and I will include a similar warning when a chapter includes a non-canon pairing. I also want you all to realize ahead of time that I am changing Harry's family so you don't flame me for changing that too.
Also, there is French in this chapter, which I got from Google Translate. If it is wrong, I apologize. The title is also French, it directly translates to The Fairy Witch.
That should be everything…this chapter is dedicated to EmeraldWing1992 for giving me the title, her responses to my ideas, her ideas when I've been stuck and for simply listening to me. You're a large reason I'm posting this.
PS. If you're a fan of my other stories, sorry I haven't updated them but my laptop broke on me and I still don't have a new one, or the files I had on that laptop. I'm using my parents' for this because it's really short and I'm curious to the response this story will get.
NOW! On with the show!
It was a quiet Halloween night when suddenly, a house known as Godric's Hollow lit up with a bright green light and screams could be heard.
Within the house, a woman hurriedly handed a baby over to a young girl and put both of them in a crib together, the girl holding the baby tightly.
"No matter what happens, I love you both." The woman whispered, frantic.
"Always?" The little girl asked, her voice full of fear.
"Always." The woman nodded.
Just then, the door burst open and green light filled the room.
The woman screamed in pain.
The little girl screamed in fear.
The baby was silent.
Seconds later, a wand was in the two children's faces.
A shield rose.
A curse broke it.
Hair turned green, eyes turned purple and gold light flashed through the room.
All was silent.
A young boy, about three years old, with platinum blonde hair and gray eyes followed his mother, both of them wearing dark hooded cloaks, to a small cottage.
"Mother, why are we here?" The boy asked quietly.
"You'll understand soon." His mother assured softly. The boy accepted the answer as his mother knocked on the door. A woman who looked a lot like his aunt answered the door and pulled them in.
"Thank Merlin you made it." The woman whispered. "Everyone is in the living room." The mother nodded and led the boy into the living room where several people sat. He saw a man, a girl that had pink hair, a younger girl that had green hair and a scar on her cheek and a woman with light pink hair.
"Mother, what's…why are we here?" The boy asked.
"Draco, my sister, your Aunt Andromeda, contacted me a couple days ago because of an old friend of hers." His mother, Narcissa Malfoy, explained, "This is your Uncle Ted, your cousin Nymphadora, Andromeda and Ted's friend Roseia and her daughter, Gemma."
"I asked all of you 'ere today because of a vision I 'ave 'ad." The woman with light pink hair, Roseia, explained. "To make sure zis vision, and zee future, turns out bien, oui?"
"Why do you need me then?" Draco asked, confused.
"Because, Draco, you are a key part of zis future." Roseia answered. "Especially wiz Gemma." Draco looked at the green haired girl and startled when he saw her meaningful dark purple eyes were watching him. She could've only been a couple years older than him yet she appeared so much older.
"C'est un plaisir de vous recontrer. Mon nom est Gemma." Gemma said, her French accent as thick as her mother's.
"Wh-what did you say?" Draco asked.
"She said 'It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Gemma.'" Roseia translated. "French is the first language of my daughter and I. She will learn English when she is older." Draco nodded, though he doubted he would still know this green haired girl when he was older. "Now, we must begin. Draco, we would like you to talk to everyone in zis room."
"Why?" Draco asked.
"Because there is something we need to teach you." Narcissa spoke up.
"And that is?" Draco asked.
"All people are equal." Everyone in the room but the non-bilingual Gemma answered.
Seven year old Harry Potter sat on a solitary swing as he watched the abandoned park. He was luckily able to escape his horrid relatives by saying he was going to the store, which he would just…not right away. He swung slowly back and forth, wondering for the millionth time about his parents.
"'ello." Harry looked up at the accented voice to see a girl who couldn't have been much older than him. Her hair was light brown and her eyes were a vivid green. She wore a knee length bright blue dress that had white butterflies on the skirt, a light blue cardigan, though she did not have her arms through the sleeves, and no shoes. "W'at's your name? My name is Gemma."
"I'm Harry." Harry answered.
"Nice to meet you, 'arry!" Gemma grinned as she sat on the swing beside Harry. "Do you mind eef I join you?"
"No, you're fine." Harry shrugged. "Are you from another country?"
"Oh, no! I was born and raised in England but my mama is French, so it is my first language." Gemma answered. "You grew up 'ere?"
"Yeah, on Privet Drive." Harry nodded.
"Oh…was eet fun?" Gemma asked.
"…It's okay I guess. I live with my aunt, uncle and cousin. They're the only family I have since my parents died." Harry explained, looking down.
"Oh…I am sorry." Gemma apologized, reaching out and squeezing Harry's hand, causing him to smile in gratitude. Nobody had ever tried to comfort him before. He then noticed Gemma had a scar on her cheek.
"If you don't mind me asking…where'd you get that scar?" Harry asked.
"I got eet when I was young." Gemma answered, a hand coming up to gently touch her scar. "Eet is a memory zat I will never forget." Harry raised his hand and lifted his hair to show her his own scar.
"I have one too." He stated. The girl stared at his scar before she smiled softly.
"I guess we boz need a friend. Will you be mine?"
"You mean it?"
"Of course."
Harry grinned as he took her hand in his.
Ten year old Harry grinned as he saw Gemma approach the swing set they always met at for one month out of the year, July specifically. She always left after his birthday until he saw her again a year later.
"Hi Gemma!" Harry grinned.
"'ello 'arry." Gemma smiled back as she took her usual swing. The two swung in silence for a moment before Gemma spoke up. "'arry, you should know zat zis is not my natural appearance."
"What?" Harry asked as he looked at the brown haired girl in shock.
"Eet used to be w'at I looked like but eet no longer is. Strange, no?" Gemma smiled.
"So, what do you really look like?" Harry asked.
"Does eet matter?" Gemma asked.
"Huh?"
"Does eet matter what I truly look like? Eet does not change who I am, no? I am still the same girl you met zree years ago."
"Then why did you tell me?" Harry asked.
"Because I want you to remember zis. Eet does not matter w'at a person looks like or what words zey say, but the person zey are under all zat. Remember zis, 'arry, for my sake."
Harry found himself nodding, even if he didn't understand what she meant at the time.
Ron Weasley looked up as Molly, Fred and George walked in with two unknown people behind them.
"Hey, Ronnikins!" One twin said.
"Did you miss us?" The other grinned. Ron simply rolled his eyes and ignored the twins as he continued to eat.
"Fred, George, do not tease 'im." The girl, who had green hair, purple eyes and wore a pale yellow dress, said. "'e is your brozer."
"Meaning we have to tease him!" The twins said in unison.
"I think you should give up." The brown haired boy that stood beside the girl said.
"No." The girl shook her head. "'ello Ron, my name is Gemma and this is Cedric. We are in zee same class as your brothers."
"Why do you have green hair and a weird accent?" Ron asked.
"Ron!" Molly cried.
"Eet is bien, Madame Weasley." Gemma said, "I speak like zis because I am French. I 'ave green 'air and purple eyes because I am part fairy."
"What?! Then why the bloody heck are my brothers hanging out with you?!"
"Ronald Weasley!" Molly cried.
"Eet is bien, Madame Weasley." Gemma said. "Just remember, Ron, to only judge people once you know zem."
"Yeah right." Ron muttered.
"Come on, let's go find the twins." Cedric said, leading Gemma away from Ron.
Hermione Granger looked around Diagon Alley with wide eyes as she clutched her school list, her parents behind her in as much awe as she was.
"'ello there, you must be a Muggle born witch." A voice said and Hermione turned to see a girl with green hair and purple eyes walking towards her. She wore a knee length pink skirt that had red rose petals on it, a white short sleeved shirt and a pink jacket that simply rested on her shoulders instead of covering her arms. Her feet were bare and around her neck was a yellow choker with a badger charm on it.
"How can you tell?" Hermione asked.
"You 'ave the same look in your eyes zee other Muggles 'ave." The girl smiled, "I am Gemma, and I will be a third year at 'ogwarts zis year."
"I'm Hermione Granger and these are my parents." Hermione introduced.
"Could you direct us to where we can get her books?" Mrs. Granger asked politely.
"Oui. You can go to Flouris' and Blotts and it is over zere." Gemma said, pointing the shop out.
"Thank you." Mr. Granger nodded in gratitude.
"De rien." Gemma curtsied. "And remember, 'ermione, no matter what 'ouse a person is in or w'at blood type zey are, everyone is equal and should only be judged once you know zem. No matter w'at, remember zat."
"I will." Hermione promised.
It was only later when all of zese paths finally crossed zhat zee meaning of my mama's vision and everyzing before began to make sense.
There's the chapter! Please review to let me know what you think! I hope I wrote a French accent okay…if there's anything I can improve on, let me know! Okay I think that's it…see you later!