Alright people, this story has violence, character death, slash relationships, Fem!Harry, uncensored cursing, torture, and AU-ness. IT IS RATED M FOR A REASON.
Now, i have been told that this story moves fast, and that the characters are introduced too fast. I'm sorry, but that's the way it is. The third chapter will be slower and allow you to get to know the characters.
This being said, I am not the amazing J.K Rowling, so let's get started.
How to Destroy a Dark Lord When All Good Allies are Dead
::PREFACE::
Before-hand information you need:
Voldemort rises by the end of the third book without the use of Harry's blood. The Tournament is cancelled, and most events from Order of the Phoenix happen in the forth year, such as:
Voldemort gains more power faster. He kills half the Order, Bill and Mr. Weasley, and several others during the beginning of Harry's forth year. Harry falls into a strange vat of goo in the Department of Mysteries, after running there to save Sirius, and is transformed completely (and most likely irreversibly) into a girl. Neville is attacked by brains, not Ron. Ron saves the now Harrie from a Killing Curse, gets hit and dies, along with Sirius, Moody, and Ginny. Voldemort of course doesn't recognize female Harry, and therefore doesn't posses her.
This is just up to Christmas break. Voldemort is getting more and more powerful, and Dumbledore tells Harrie about the horcrux's.
With Ron gone, Neville and Luna become the other part of the now-quartet. Harrie receives the horcrux lessons with Dumbledore during the second half of this year, and Dumbledore is killed by Bellatrix in the end, not Snape, and they never get the locket, fake or otherwise. In the Battle after, many students die including Fred, Lavender, Dean, Hannah Abbott, Zacharias Smith, Michael Corner, and several others. Flitwick and Sinistra are also killed, as are Tonks and Hestia. Even more are picked off during the summer. The Death Eaters are noticeably less distinct about their AKs now, and will kill nearly anyone regardless of age.
A full-out war is on by summer, and Voldemort has complete control of the Ministry. Since Harry is now a girl, they are able to pretend that 'he' fled the country in fear.
There are few Light survivors at Hogwarts. They include: Harrie, Hermione, Neville, Luna, Morag MacDougal, Millicent Bulstrode, Terry Boot, Demelza Robins, Jack Sloper, Su Li, Romilda Vane, Rose Zeller, Weaver Harper, Lemony Moon, and Orla Quirke. They are known for being Light, and are currently being hunted during the year; Harrie, Hermione, Neville, Morag, Millicent, Li and Terry's fifth year, Luna, Jack, Demelza, Lemony, and Weaver's forth year, and Romilda, Orla, and Rose's third year.
In the year of Harrie and the others, the following people have been reported deceased or missing while fighting on the Light:
Ron Weasley, Gryffindor
Lavender Brown, Gryffindor
Parvati Patil, Gryffindor
Padma Patil, Ravenclaw
Michael Corner, Ravenclaw
Mandy Brocklehurst, Ravenclaw
Seamus Finnegan, Gryffindor
Dean Thomas, Gryffindor
Ernie Macmillan, Hufflepuff
Daphne Greengrass, Slytherin
Katherine MacDougal, Hufflepuff
Sally-Anne Perks, Hufflepuff
Anthony Goldstein, Ravenclaw
Zacharias Smith, Hufflepuff
Susan bones, Hufflepuff
Hannah Abbott, Hufflepuff
In the year of Luna and the others, the following have been reported dead or missing while fighting on the Light:
Colin Creevy, Gryffindor
Ginny Weasley, Gryffindor
Romilda Vane, Gryffindor
Justin Steele, Ravenclaw
Pamela Alton, Ravenclaw
Helen Dawlish, Ravenclaw
Maria Glossop, Hufflepuff
Roderick Seaton, Hufflepuff
Susanna Hesleden, Gryffindor
Ella Evers, Slytherin
Eva Evers, Slytherin
Shawn Cozen, Ravenclaw
Nadia Quirke
In the year of Romilda and the others, the following have been reported dead or missing while fighting on the Light:
Dennis Creevy
Stewart Ackerly
Astoria Greengrass
Jin Li
Derek Entwhistle
Cindy Davis
Aiden Bell
Kevin Whitby
Bernard Dunstan
"Most people think life sucks, and then you die. Not me. I beg to differ. I think life sucks, then you get cancer, then your dog dies, your wife leaves you, the cancer goes into remission, you get a new dog, you get remarried, you owe ten million dollars in medical bills but you work hard for thirty-five years and you pay it back and then - one day - you have a massive stroke, your whole right side is paralyzed, you have to limp along the streets and speak out of the left side of your mouth and drool but you go into rehabilitation and regain the power to walk and the power to talk and then - one day - you step off a curb at Sixty-seventh Street, and BANG you get hit by a city bus and then you die. Maybe." – Denis Leary
Hello, my name is Harriet Carpenter, and my life is pretty much like the above quote, only weirder and more depressing.
I used to be a boy named Harry James Potter who went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with my best friends Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. Until the end of my third year, at least.
Yep, the guy who killed my parents and tried to kill me – the most evil Dark Lord ever – rose again. He gained power so fast your head would spin, and killed more people than I can count now. The entire Weasley family, almost all of the Order of the Phoenix, and hundreds others to boot. (There was also an incident where Harry became Harrie, but let's not get into that now.)
Now we, the D.A – or what's left of it – are trying to figure out how to find the remaining horcrux's without leaving Hogwarts, as it is the only place we're even a little safe.
Oh yeah, you probably think that doesn't make since, because if I'm the Boy-Turned-Girl Who Lived, Voldemort is hunting me, right? Well he's not, because he thinks I'm still Harry Potter and am currently hiding in Argentina in order to live longer, instead of attending Hogwarts as Harrie Carpenter right under his non-existent nose. Of course, Voldemort isn't stupid (crazy, yes, but not stupid) so he had his minions administer Veritaserum to my closest friends, thinking they would know where "Harry Potter" was. Lucky, as I had already changed my name to Harriet Carpenter, they were able to get past the Truth Potion.
Without luck, I wouldn't be here at all, no matter what Hermione and Morag tell you.
At the beginning of forth year, with the Order re-formed and a few trusted people informed of my real identity, I started Hogwarts as Harriet Alice Carpenter, a half-blood who had been homeschooled for three years. Only some of the D.A knew the truth. (We had started the D.A to help train everyone at the beginning of the year; it was an official school group and everyone was welcome to join. We even had Slytherins in our numbers: Millie Bulstrode, Daphne Greengrass, Astoria Greengrass, and Weaver Harper.)
Honestly, Harrie was so much more fun than Harry, since Harrie couldn't act like Harry, lest I arouse suspicion. So Harry had to become Harrie, since Harrie was originally Harry and therefore more like Harry than Harrie. And if that doesn't confuse you, you're more stable than I am. Anyway, I had become less sheepish, more sure of myself, and slower to jump to conclusions. Yeah, that was hard. But I managed it, and here I am! (Yee haw.)
We tried to re-from the D.A, but after all the deaths last year, people weren't really lining up to join. One threat to their families, and they were gone, never to be seen in the RoR again. Only me, Hermione, Neville, Luna, Demy, Morag, Terry, Jack, Li, Alex (Rose prefers her middle name), Weaver, Lemony, Orla, and Romilda (or preferably Romy) were left. Most of us have nothing left to loose.
Anyway, right now me and my friends, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Demelza Robins, and Morag MacDougal are running from the Carrows and Umbridge, the professors who have taken over Hogwarts and turned it into a Death-Eater-In-Training camp. (Just to get you up to speed.)
We don't comply with the Death Eater part, hence the running.
"We're cornered. This is it." Moaned Demy now, tugging anxiously as she always did at her very long, dark, wavy hair.
"No it's not!" Morag corrected, her wavy dark brown hair fanning around her. (I know I'm used to being a girl by now, but these whole 'appearance descriptions' make me feel all…flowery. Just FYI.) "Look where we are!"
Sure enough, the six of us were standing in front of the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy.
"Quick!" I said, hearing the footsteps.
We ran back and forth three times, each thinking the same thing:
We need a place to hide where they can't find us.
Just as a voice cried, "There they are!" a door appeared and we all ran inside.
Panting, Neville and I shoved the door closed.
"That was too close," said Hermione.
"Agreed." I panted, trying to yank my hair out of my face. It had turned to a long, straight dark brown when I had changed, and my bangs were cut thick over my eyebrows (to hide the scar; even though I used Glamours, it was a precaution), but my eyes had retained my mother's green colour.
"You guys running too?" said a voice behind us. We turned to see Millie Bulstrode, Orla Quirke, and Alex Zeller.
Millie was one of the not-so-few-any-longer Light Slytherins. (Actually, they are few now, after what happened to Daphne and her sister...) Millie was a large girl with dark blond hair she wore in a braid. Orla and Alex were two years behind us; Alex in Gryffindor, Orla in Ravenclaw. Orla had large eyes, a slightly mousy face, and brown hair, while Alex had curly blond hair and green eyes.
"Yeah," I answered. "We rescued a Firstie. They didn't appreciate it."
"I'll bet they didn't," agreed Orla darkly.
"What did you guys do?" asked Neville, taking in Millie's ripped sweater, Orla's un-tied bronze-and-blue tie, and Alex's missing shoe.
Orla grinned, her mouth showing all her teeth in a slightly scary look. "Just some D.A graffiti."
BANG.
We all wheeled around, wands raised, but it was only Lemony, Romy, and Li.
Lemony Moon was a fourth-year Ravenclaw with bright blue hair and eyes to match. We all suspected he had some Metamorphmagi blood in him, but he wouldn't tell. Romy Vane was a third-year Gryffindor, and looked slightly Indian, with curly brown-streaked-black hair and dark skin with freckles. Su Li – or Li, as she preferred – was in my year, but in Ravenclaw. She had gone a little rebellious last summer and died her hair dark blue with streaks of turquoise, navy, and ocean blue.
Before they even closed the door, Terry, Weaver, and Jack burst in as well.
Jack was a Gryffindor, and had short, auburn, pretty-boy hair with the swept forward bangs and all that jazz. It would have bothered me (I admit to judging slightly on appearances, though I try not to) but he was actually a nice guy, and not shallow either. The fact he was gay and happened to be in love with Lemony helped.
Terry, however, had never been the same since Michael's death. They were impossibly close as friends, but when they became more during the Christmas of fifth year…it was not a normal thing, to be sure. Extraordinary.
Terry was good-looking; he had the swept back blond hair (which he used to wear long and in a ponytail, but after Mike died, he chopped it off) and very beautiful eyes, but he would never be involved with anyone else, we all knew that. Honestly, I was amazed he was even alive, forget dating.
Anyway, on to Weaver. (I don't like describing everyone; what's the use? Who cares what people look like? (I guess I already admitted that I do though…woops) But Hermione says that if we're going to write this down, we have to do it right. Sigh.) Weaver has brown hair, but his bangs are streaked in the colours of the rainbow; you know, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet.
"You guys too?" asked Morag. They nodded.
"We set off fireworks in Umbridge's office." Said Romy.
"We lit Alecto on fire." Said Weaver.
"You did what?" I gasped, staring at him in disbelief.
"They put her out," Terry assured us gloomily. "But yes, Weaver shot a spell from across the classroom. I showed up in time to stop her from killing him."
"It was worth it." Jack assured, his brown eyes glittering.
"Bad news, Harrie," Li announced to the room, interrupting our fantasies of Carrow on fire.
"Who this time?" I asked resignedly. They say that after awhile, you stop feeling it. You can cut off your emotions and forget all the dead, the whole graveyard just for them…. The children, the parents, the lovers, the friends…
That's a fucking lie. You cannot ever stop feeling every death like a punch in the stomach and you can't forget. I can't forget how Mike was cut in half, left to bleed to death. I can't forget Ernie carrying in Susan's body, or Greyback killing him after. I can't forget Katherine's last words to her sister as she burned to death, and I can't forget Sally-Anne begging them to take her, not her baby brother. I can't forget Anthony being eaten alive from the feat up by an acromantula. I can't forget how Voldemort had Bellatrix cut Daphne into tiny pieces for being a 'trator', and made her little sister and brother watch. I can't forget Ron jumping in front of the spell meant for me, Sirius doing the same for Remus, Dumbledore being blown off the tower, or Professor Sinistra being crushed to death by a crumbling wall.
Ever.
"The Abercrombie's." He answered, pulling out a Prophet clipping.
"Not Euan's parents?" Demy gasped. She was very close to her younger cousin, and thought of him like a brother. He had just started his fist year here.
I didn't want to hand her the clipping, but I did. I always did.
Demy read it frantically, and when she reached the sixth line, she began to sob. Morag put an arm around her best friend, but Demy said, "No! It's not fair! He was eleven! Just a baby!"
"You're right, Demy, it's not fair. None of this is fair." Said Neville comfortingly, patting her back. He had really changed in the last year – war does that to a person – but now he had lost all his residual baby fat, and was as tall as…Ron would have been. If it weren't for his dumb curved bangs, he would be gorgeous. Don't look at me like that. It's the estrogen.
The others looked slightly lost. We always did after a close death. Romy, Orla, and Hermione were crying slightly as well; Euan had been a really sweet kid.
"I wish I could do something!" I finally burst out. "If there was just a way to get the horcrux's…"
"But the only way is to leave Hogwarts, and they'll find us for sure!" said Millie.
"On the contrary, Miss Bulstrode, I have an idea that just might work in your favour." Said a voice from the wall.
We all wheeled around for the second time to see that the purple picture on the wall, which was usually blank, now had none other than Albus Dumbledore in it.