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If there was one thing I'd always love about the world, it was how unexpected things happened every day, with so many different outcomes, whether good or bad, it added a sense of excitement to each minute of the day, for to those with a keen eye, the happenings in their surroundings held the answers to boredom, and promises of endless entertainment.

I was one of those, with a keen eye. And there were always little things, that no one else would notice, but I did. Like how every time I passed through a spot 1 meter away from the pavement, something washed over me, in a slightly tingly sense, which left me shuddering for a second or two every time. This happened all around the lawn, in a relatively hap-hazard way around the house. In my day dreams, this strange happening was related to a barrier. To keep bad spirits away, I thought, and this reassured me every night for I knew it was there and though I didn't know what it was, my mind associated it with protection.

Then there were those moments, observing people. At school, kids were easy to understand, with not much complexity to their thoughts, and I knew I was different, unlike them, I knew things, I read things, and I noticed things. I noticed how some of them were distinctly sadder than others; I noticed those who were always uncomfortable, those who just followed the flow of those around them.

"Potter!" came the irritated voice of my teacher, 5th grade class of a regular school smack in the middle of London, I pulled my gaze off the window towards the courtyard and the street before it, and towards the teacher in front of me, scant meters away. "Glad you could re-join us, please move up to the chalkboard and show us how to solve this equation."

"Yes, sir," came my light, relatively meek toned reply, as I stood up and headed to the front of the class, raven coloured ponytail swishing with every step, tied low and reaching past my mid-back, just as I liked it, to quickly resolve the problem posed in the chalkboard. As I had done this before extensively, just last night as a matter of fact, my mind couldn't help but wonder once more as my hands went through the motions and slight thought of numbers.

"I'll be having holidays soon… thankfully. I don't think I could listen to Mister Brown's annoying voice for another full term", and this of course brought the thoughts of my upcoming eleventh birthday, and it was hard not to be excited as thoughts of what my mother could possibly come up with invaded the forefront of my mind.

Will she take me to France as she promised, or maybe to Switzerland? I want to see the continent, as much as I love Britain maybe I would enjoy warmer weather for a bit…

A smile crept unto my face as with a final, slightly exaggerated flourish, I wrote the final number onto the chalkboard finishing the task at hand, and walked back to my desk relatively more cheery than I was before, with even more thoughts making a mess of my mind.

The sun shined into the hotel room through a spacious window, wide-open and curtains drawn back, the warmth of the climate pleasantly washed over me, soothing and relaxing as fresh mountain air came into my lungs.

A few hours ago my mother and I had landed in Switzerland, as an early birthday gift for she insisted that on my birthday we must be at home, at first I thought it strange, but once we were at Heathrow there was no more room for doubts, the excitement overwriting anything that could come to mind.

Now, as I looked in the mirror, my reflection stared back, unassuming, unbothered and tranquil as I felt. Black coloured hair, dropping in waves around my not-very-tall form down to my mid-back, "Of course I'm short, I am ten," I told myself, looking into my own eyes, green meeting green, and for a second I thought I saw them shine, while feeling something… different, in myself, although I couldn't tell just what was different, but I felt… more… Me. It's strange to explain, but I feel as I had only just noticed something that had always been there. Like I was blind and suddenly could see, but I didn't know just what I could see now.

"Jen! Jennifer!" voiced my mother; her auburn locks the first thing I noticed as she came through the door, to once more face me, "I thought you were excited to go to the park? Well, come on then! Finish tidying up!"

"Okay, I'm coming mum! I'll be quick," I mumbled, still relatively lost in thought as I finished putting my sneakers on, and once more looked at myself in the mirror, dark jeans and a light blue, slightly oversized shirt with an opened sweatshirt thrown on top, its dark grey colour matching comfortably with the rest of my attire. Satisfied, as only a child could be, I half-ran to my mother's retreating form and took her hand, beginning our trek towards the park and of course, the forest in it.

"Not so fast, Jen, you could get lost!" she said, with her voice slightly rose as to make sure I heard her.

"Yes, mum, don't worry!" I stated as I looked back to her, my small form walking briskly amongst the gathered trees of the outskirts of the forest near the park we stood at. Mum had warned me not to go too deep in, as we didn't know where I could end up, but I was so excited that I forgot all about it pretty fast, and before I could realise it I could no longer tell where I was.

"There's no way I could have got lost already, is there? Well, I shouldn't worry, mum will find me soon enough if I stay still and make some noise…"

But before I could do this, I noticed something, a slight shift in the forest, and I felt an instinct beckoning me to go forward. Of course, this scared me, as I didn't know what I was feeling and why, however, I decided it couldn't be bad and so, I slowly began walking towards what looked like a clear path to a clearing, and I felt it was somehow right to go that way, and thus followed it. Soon enough, I found myself in the very centre of a clearing, trees surrounding me in a nearly perfect but imperfect circle that nature was only capable of, and as I looked around, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye, and then I turned around…

As I faced it, I had no idea what it was. Carved into the trunk of a massive tree, there was a seat-like space, but that wasn't the strange part of the sight before me, no, that belonged to the… man? That occupied the seating. He looked old, very old, perhaps much older than my own grandfather, who looked very wrinkled and tired the one time I saw him. Still, the strange part of this man, for lack of a better word, was that out of his head protruded a pair of stag horns; massive stag horns that belonged in a deer and not a human.

It couldn't be possible, as I knew for a fact, as only a child could know a fact that since my dad did not have stag horns in any of the pictures we had of him, thus this man just could not have stag horns.

But as impossible as it was, those horns did not go away after I blinked, so I tried again, and again, and every time the horns stayed there in their place, with his gaze, before unnoticed, planted right on me.

Then, he spoke, the words strange and unknown to me, but it sounded old, something that perhaps even my grandparents had no idea of, it was not German, nor French, but it also was not English, although some things sounded similar.

Seeing my confusion, the gaze on the man, creature? Softened, and he waved his hand, and then spoke again.

Suddenly, I could understand, and my shock almost made me miss the words as he uttered them; "Child, you have come as it was fated and so my time ends… Come forward, and accept the gift, for this is what you were born for, in this nemeton may you find wisdom to face the events that will come to you, as you cannot avoid it, but you can change the end of your days. Be strong, child of Potter, for much is to come."

Almost against my will, my legs began a slow pace towards him, as his eyes glowed eerily green, and the forest seemed to come to life around us as birds chirped in what seemed like a happy tone, and I could see when I looked the shapes of critters running around the circle of trees, popping in and out of sight, and then I was in front of him, and I could feel something washing over me, just as it washed over me at my house, and in front of the mirror scant hours ago, I felt that everything in the world was just right, never mind that my mother was surely having kittens by now at not being able to see me… then the thoughts vanished of my mind, as suddenly I could hear things in my brain that went far too fast for me to understand let alone remember, but there was one word that stuck out amongst all of them; Magic. Magic.

I wondered what this meant, I asked myself, and suddenly, I knew. I knew it was magic, and I knew that it was real. I knew that I had it, and this confused me utterly. How could I understand this and not understand it at all? What was magic? How did I have it?

The man, Ulfric, as it came to the forefront, seemed to have noticed my confusion, and thus spoke; "You grew unaware, child, but this is what you are. You are one of my kind, one of those of the old ways, of the old gods. You are a witch, but furthermost you are one of the chosen of Cernunnos. Rejoice, for you are whole once more, and trust that you will always find wisdom in the forest, awakened as you are. Ask the winds, ask the trees, and you will find your answers. Farewell, child, for we will not meet again, but know that I am proud to have initiated you, as will you, hundreds of years from now, with your successor", then he began chanting, and I could understand what he said, though it was so fast that it jumbled together in my senses, it seemed like a prayer, something uttered in reverence as my mother said it must be, and his hand began shining as something gathered around it, I wondered to myself what it was, doubt permeating my being as confusion was overwhelming me, and suddenly I knew what it was, it was a spell. Before I could question what it was for, it was out and heading towards me, faster than I could think something could move towards me, and hit me in the chest.

Panic overtook me for a second, but then everything was calm, and I noticed that it was soothing, this was not meant to harm but to help, I knew, and I felt better than I had on my whole life. I felt my magic swirling around my body, and through it, and everything was perfect in this moment. I closed my eyes, and revelled in the feeling for a scant few seconds, but when I opened my eyes the clearing was empty once more.

"Trust your instincts, child, for they will never lead you wrong. Farewell…"

I blinked once more, and I was not in the clearing, but in the border of the forest, scant few metres away from my worried looking mother, "Mum!" I bellowed, with slight relief coating my words, and walked towards her, "I'm over here."

"Jen!" she whirled around, and stared me down in the way only mothers can, analysing every feature of their child, instantly knowing if something is different or wrong, or if they were hurt, as only they knew their features so well.

Seeing nothing amiss, she just hugged me then took my hand to lead me back into the relative safety of the park, with plenty of visibility, as she scolded me for running off where she couldn't see me as I had promised not to.

The sun rose over the horizon as morning dragged on, it was a normal day, and everything was going as it was supposed to. People went to work, kids played in the yards or with their toys in their rooms, birds chirped as it was a good day out, summer bringing with it warm weather for the British climate, and the sun shone with its usual brilliance high above everyone.

However, for one little girl, this was not so, for this was a special day. Today, she turned eleven, and like every birthday, today she would have lots of cake just for herself, and be showered in gifts by her mother and those relatives she knew, and those she didn't know. Post arrived early in the morning, as was the usual in West Hamilton, London, and with it came the gifts she so dearly anticipated. However, as she was having breakfast, something strange and out of the ordinary occurred, that she could not have expected. First, she sensed something, that was familiar but unfamiliar at the same time, it was similar to what she had felt from that man in the forest, Ulfric, but also different, however before her musings could figure out what it was, there was a tap, like a bird pecking against the window of the kitchen, and as she looked to investigate, it was exactly that; a bird, an owl of some kind, slamming its peak against the window. Her mother, not confused or estranged at all by this event, calmly rose from her seat with bacon in hand, opened the window and gave the owl, which seemed to be carrying something, the pieces of bacon she took with her as she retrieved the parcel. The owl hooted, and as sudden as it came it flew off, leaving the parcel safely within the hands of my mother.

"Oh, little Jen, it's that day already…" She said, with a strange smile upon her face, her expression seemed like… resignation? As if she didn't want this to happen, but knew it had to at some point. Like every time strange things happened around me, she just smiled and patted my head, telling me that everything would be alright. Each time, it soothed me, and the strange things stopped, however this time it would not be, for nothing had happened, so why had she this expression she only had then?

She unfolded the parcel, which was thick, but similar to paper, and it seemed there was writing in it. Before I could stretch out to try and read what was in it, she handed it to me, and it read;

"HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY"…

"Mum?" I questioned, "What is this?"

I continued reading as I waited for her answer, and I looked up every word to see her expression changing slowly, as she teared up, but also seemed happy. Why is this bothering mum? I needed to stop it, she could not cry, she was my mum and she was always happy. I didn't like this, at all, so I put it down.

"Mum, are you okay?" I got up, and walked to her, I wrapped my arms around her, as much as I could with my tiny form, in a comforting hug, and she patted my head as she always did when I was upset, saying everything was fine and that I should finish reading it.

"Dear Ms' Potter, we are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1st of September. We await your owl by no later than 31st July."

"Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress".

"A school?" I questioned, and as I looked at her she nodded.

"That's the school I went to, dear, and they send an invitation to every special child on their eleventh birthday." She nodded at her own words, then continued, "This is yours little Jen, although I wished I could keep you out of this world, I knew I couldn't do it forever, now you're going to learn who you truly are, honey…"

"You're a witch."

And these words, brought back what I had learned about myself back in that clearing, the words of Ulfric came clear to me, and I was certain now that he had not lied to me. My mother would never lie to me, and she had just said the same hadn't she?

Although anxious to know more, I saw that my mother teared up once more, and so I barrelled into her withanother hug, doing my best attempt to comfort her.

"You remind me so much of your father, always so confident, so sure…" A tear ran down her cheek, and she got off the chair to bend down her knees and kiss my cheek, "You will do great things, my beautiful Jen, and I'll be there to keep you safe every step of the way."

Then something I had never seen came into her hand, shooting out of her sleeve was a stick, a wooden, elaborate stick, which she twirled and swished as she muttered words in something she had told me once was Latin, it sounded strange, but soon turned irrelevant as a bright light surrounded me, and I felt completely overwhelmed by love, love that I hadn't felt just a moment ago, that I didn't even know was love, and it confused me so much yet felt so good, like it was only proper to love me, as I was my daughter – wait, what? How could I be my own daughter? It was weird, and scary, yet I felt safe all the same, and I soon started crying in my mother's arms.

Her embrace was warm, and I couldn't avoid calming down soon as she kissed my temple and rocked me gently, letting me know that I could always count on her.

I'd say that I was a pretty smart child, of course, how could I not praise myself? I was the best, no matter my failings, because I knew I would be perfect when I grew up, though I digressed, I asked mum; "What do we do now?"

"Now we go get your things, of course," was her reply, her voice once more collected and calm, as she stood once more, then carried me into her arms, "We have shopping to do, darling."

I knew for sure then, that everything would be alright.

Something new, that I hope people will enjoy, a magically sensitive, properly raised and very sensitive to emotions Harry, in a female form, how will this change canon? You'll have to wait and see on the next chapters, as you can see she isn't the BWL, or GWL as the case might be, because the prophecy was not fulfilled, explanations due the next chapter, cheers!

PD: Reviews would be highly appreciated, as they let me know what is wrong and what isn't, thus motivating me to go on.