Note: The name of the chapter is adopted from the song 'Wicked one' by Dorothy.
Disclaimer: I dont own anything other then this weird plot.
Chapter 2
This Night Aren't for the Fainter heart
Harry slowly came to consciousness. He tried to move but it felt like he had been struck with thousands Cruciatus curses at once. Every part of Harry's body hurt like hell. Especially his chest hurt the most.
Harry was lying on his back. He tried to understand where he was without opening his eyes. He could hear faint sound coming from distance. He tried to open his eyes. At first he couldn't see anything but darkness. Soon his vision became clear and he could see everything beside him.
Harry was lying inside a dark ally. He could see black worn out bricks of the buildings beside him. A stench of dead rat was coming from somewhere.
Harry tried to get up from his position and get out of this dark smelly ally. His body has become less painful by the time.
He stumbled his way out of the ally onto the footpath of Bond Street of London city. He saw women walking and shopping in padded shouldered high waist tops and line- skirts that came down to their knees. The men were in suspenders and fuller cut pants or simply in sweater.
Harry realized that he was probably in 1940. People walked past him on the busy road some men even looked behind to look at him again. He realized he was probably causing attention toward him. But the attention went a bit weird when a man winked at him while passing.
"Okay, did he just wink at me?"
It took Harry by surprise but he didn't think too much about it. He walked ahead on the footpath taking in his surroundings. While walking past a showroom he glanced at the glass of the shop for a split second and looked away to go further but he stopped on mid step. His front foot still in the air to take step forward. He whirled back on his hills and looked at the glass that was reflecting his image. There should have been an image of a seventeen years old messy raven haired boy but instead there is a girl with a waist length raven hair stared back at him. He glanced sideways to find that girl but there was no one other than him in front of the shop.
"What the hell?!"
Harry exclaimed. He stared at the girl as she was staring right back at him with same wide eyed expression as he was. Harry could see his resemblance with the girl.
Same face, same nose, same pale skin. But mostly the same Lilies eyes just with longer eyelashes. Also he wasn't wearing his spectacles. Everything was the same except with a more feminine trait. His face was smoother without any chin hair. His hair was long and not in its usual messy state but more in silky straight feature. Not to mention his lighting scar was also gone from his forehead. He had pouty pink lips.
What changed the most was his body. He no longer had a male body but a female body with nice curves at right places. Not to mention he was wearing a sleeveless white dress that came just on top of his knees. Altogether he was a very attractive female teenager.
Harry took deep breaths trying to calm him down. But he was failing immensely.
'DEATH!' Harry screamed in a very feminine voice. Everyone around turned around to look at him but he hardly cared. 'DEATH, WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU?'
Suddenly everything around him became very quiet. Everything stopped in its track. Not even the wind was blowing. Every pedestrian stopped in its track. As if time has stopped from running.
'You have called, mistress.' Said a metallic grim voice from behind Harry. He whirled on his hills to look at Death. It was just as terrifying as it was before with its death scythe and pale boney hand and black hood and clock.
'Yes I did.' Harry said with a heated tone. He was unaffected with Death's appearance as he was to horrified with his own body. 'Tell me Death ,why in the world have I been turned into a female?' Harry demanded.
'Do you not like this body, mistress?' Death asked with a confused tone.
'No, that's not it. It is not about whether I like this body or not it's about why.'
'I thought it was obvious. Because, you look very beautiful as a female.'
'What?!'
Okay, did Death just compliment Harry of being a beauty? Not to mention was there a faint smirk in its complement? The world must be out of its wit.
'That can't be the reason for you to turn me into a bloody WOMAN?' Harry screamed out unable to contain his anger.
'No there was also the reason, so you can blend in and accomplish your mission to change the future. If you remain a male, things could have been a bit _ complicated.' Death said to Harry.
'And beside I have already warned you that you might lose yourself here. Did I not?' Death said with an air of arrogance. 'And you agreed to do anything to succeed in your plan.'
Harry remembered their previous conversation. He knew Death was right. He was still angry but he calmed down a little.
'Ugh…..So, what now?' Harry asked as he found nothing to argue with his servant.
'Now it is time get the new identity for you. Go to the wizarding bank and get a blood test to know your heritage in this time. It will help you on the long run, mistress.' Saying that Death bowed a little in front of Harry. Harry nodded and disapparated from there and apparated in front of Leaky Cauldron with Death lingering behind him. No one him noticed the hooded figure.
The pair walked into the dusty pub and made their way to the back door where entrance of Diagon Ally is. Death held out its boney hand holding Harry's Phoenix feather wand as Harry was looking for his wand. Harry looked at it with surprised eyes.
'Mistress, wanted to rejoin with her wand. Even though mistress has a far better and powerful wand but she preferred her former wand as mistress do not seek power.' Death answered Harry unspoken question.
Harry smiled a bit in reply knowing that what Death said was all true .He didn't even noticed that Death was him as mistress not master.
They entered through the archway into the busy road of Daiagon Ally. The pair came to halt in front of the snow white building of Gringotts. Harry entered the bank and came to stop in front of a table with a young goblin sitting behind it.
'Hello.' Harry said to catch the goblin's attention. The goblin looked up from his work to look at Harry.
'How may I help you miss?' The goblin asked.
Taking a deep breath Harry said, 'I wish to make a blood test in order to know my heritage in this country.'
'Very well I shall prepare everything for the test if you would just take a seat and wait.' The goblin replied and left to prepare everything.
Harry waited only a few minutes when the goblin retuned with a piece of parchment and a dagger.
'Please, drop three drops of blood onto the parchment.' The goblin told Harry handing the dagger on his hand. Harry did as he was told. A moment later, writing formed onto the parchment reveling Harry's new identity.
Name: Harlene Janis Peverl
Father's name : Conrart Wilber Peverl
Mother's name: Maylene Dalia Lensher
Blood-status: Half Blood
The heiress of Noble family of Peverel (by father's side)
The heiress of the Noble family of Griffindor(by father's side)
The heiress of Noble family of Slytherin(bu father's side)
Blood relatives: Nicolie Potter; deceased ( descendant from the Peverel's and Godric Griffindor)
Charlus Potter(descendant from the Peverel's and Godric Griffindor)
Marvolo Gaunt; deceased (descendant from the Peverel's and Salazar Slytherin)
Morfin Gaunt; deceased (descendant from the Peverel's and Salazar Slytherin)
Tom Riddle(descendant from the Peverel's and Salazar Slytherin)
Vaults: 111 of the Peverel's; 225 of the Griffindor's; 313 of the Slytherin's; 686 of the Potter's;667 of the Potter's;669 of the Potter's
Total amount: 897,56,356 galleons'
'I thought mistress would love to keep her heritage as close as much possible.' Death said to Harry or Harlene in this case.
Harlene just nodded in approval. She stared at the parchment taking everything in. She knew she was related to Voldemort but after seeing the proof it just made it more real.
'Oh, my!' The goblin exclaimed seeing her heritage. Harlene had almost forgotten about the goblin till now. 'You are Lady Peverel, the last heir of the most ancient family of Peverel's!'
Hearing the goblin's voice every goblin looked at their way. The goblin hurried to a more older looking goblin and whispered something to him. Listening to the younger goblin the older goblin rushed to Harlene's side.
'Lady Peverel, welcome to Gringotts. It is a pleasure to attend to the heiress of one of the most ancient houses. I am Malkoth. Allow me to assist you.' The older goblin said.
'I have lived all my life in Germany until recently my family was killed by the Dark Lord's followers so I don't have anywhere to stay in this country. So I wish know if I can find a place to stay. And also I wish to finish my education on magic. As I have heard that Hogwarts is the well-known magical school of Britain. I wish to attend my last year of education. If you would be kind enough to send them a letter about this matter I will be grateful. Also I wish to withdraw some money from the Peverel's vault if I can.' Harlene told Malcoth with an air of confident.
'Everything will be done according to your wish. A room shall booked for you in the Leeky Cauldron. The finest for you. A letter shall be sent to the school as well. And as for the Peverel's vault it has been sealed for many centuries as there was no one to claim to it. I shall make a key for you immediately after un sealing it and bring it to you personally.' Said Malcoth with a little bow.
'Thank you , Malcoth.'
AN:Thank you everyone for reading it and actually liking it.
God of all: Thank you for the review. I will try to update as soon as possible. I dont want leave it half way at all. So hopefully I will be able to finish this fic.
