Lorn in Time

Harry Potter © J.K. Rowling

Chapter o2

Summary: When Harry found himself in the past, he is torn between changing the past or allowing it to be the same. However, his presences change many things – especially when he is now a she. Fem!Harry

Rate: M

May contain: Child abuse, cursing, starvation, emotional neglect, bullying.

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Aoife was known as the freak in the orphanage – even though she kept telling herself, she wasn't, however, in the end of the day, her own convincing failed every time she stared at the mirror. As well, with an already insecure personality of her future self, it made her more uncomfortable being in her own skin.

Her reflection showed the abnormalities; the dark auburn curls framed her heart shaped face, however, a streak of white hair curled together with one of her many curls. Decorated with thin upper lips, round dark green eyes, however, those eyes were different from anybody. Between the pupil and the iris, a thin red circle adorns her eyes.

That's what scared the people the most; her eyes, but with the use of her magic as she grew and the small spells Harry knew, she silently cast small glamour spell on her eyes, allowing them to only show the dark green eyes. Which eventually, it allowed people to forget her strange eyes, eyes that made her more of a freak.

At the tender age of eleven, Aoife's magic began to stir – floating freely but with control. Humming against her skin, watching the colorful streams flow in the air, that which was invisible to others.

When midnight struck on July 1st, Aoife's dreams became broken visions – something that felt so real when she slept through them.

"My name is Professor McGonagall."

"Hogwarts School…"

"Diagon Alley"

"Gringotts…"

"Lady Lovell…"

"Hogwarts dear?"

"Miss. Lovell, I have been expecting you…"

"A beauty isn't she…"

Even if she couldn't completely understand the dreams – they held meaning behind them, something Aoife was sure beginning to think about her blood status. Just like the night where she dreamed of seeing Professor McGonagall come, letter at hand and ready to explain the magical world, which she already knew of and that had nothing to do with Harry's own visit.

Now she stood in front of Leaky Caldron, fidgeting with excitement. The first time she came here, she was Harry Potter and everybody crowded him like bees to honey, but this time, she would enjoy the bubbling excitement all over again – however this time she planned on taking her time.

Entering the pub, allowing to take in the busy pub. Watching many wizards and witches sitting down, drinking or gossiping.

Moving towards the counter, there she saw a younger looking Tom. Smiling shyly, she stepped closer, "Excuse me." Aoife began, wringing her bag. Tom smiled down at her, damn her height; it seemed she would forever be short, even in this life.

"Hello dear, here for Diagon Alley?" He asked her.

Aoife nodded her head, "Yes, please."

Nodded his head, "Wait one moment, let me take this order out and I'll be with you."

"It's no problem sir." With that being said, she watched Tom wave his wand, levitating three plates with food and goblets filled, following behind him.

While she waited for him to return, she heard a familiar sound of popping. Curiously, she peered at apparition section. Standing tall and imposing, long light blonde locks cascading down rich dark robes.

The male screamed rich and powerful for her, as well the older man that stood beside him. Short blonde hair, dark emerald robe swept passed her as they moved towards the backside of the pub.

"Come Lucius, we have many errands to do in such little time." The male spoke, his voice smooth and rich, as he walked, sending shivers down Aoife's spine. The younger male nodded his head, "Yes, father." Sweeping pass by her, only to allow small eye contact before sneering at her which cause Aoife to sniff at his action, just like any pureblood woman would do.

"Sorry for the wait, shall I show you to the entrance?" Tom asked, coming in sight. Aoife smiled politely and nodded her head, "Yes please, sir."

With a smile, he showed her the way to the back, "Now remember the pattern and once you know them, with your wand, you can enter whenever you please."

"Thank you."

Bidding goodbye, Aoife made her way through the crowded alley, watching in amazement, shops she knew from the future and shops that she had never seen. Magic thrumming through the air, making her excited, as well, making her small glamour to fall, showing the thin red circle in her eyes.

Making her way through the crowds, she reached towards the white marble building, standing tall and intimidating. Taking a deep breath in, she held her head high and walked inside, going straight to the front desk, and she mentally cursed himself small structure. "Excuse me." She spoke out loud, firm but soft.

"Yes." The goblin asked, peering over the overfill desk of paperwork.

"I'm here to ask about the Hogwart's Orphan funds."

"Name?"

"Aoife Maeve Lovell"

"Lovell? Why is a pureblood asking for orphanage funds when they have their own vault?"

"Pureblood?" Aoife asked in confusion, her eyebrows knitted together as she bit her bottom lip. "I'm sorry Mr. Goblin sir, but I believe you are mistaken. I'm but an orphan in Madam Beckman's Orphanage."

The goblin growled, muttering in his own language before he yelled out. "Gornuk!" He screamed, causing Aoife to jump in surprise. With the call, a small goblin came forward, looking through his glasses. "Yes Griphook."

"I want you to take charge here for a moment while I help Lady Lovell sort a document."

"Of course." With a nod, Griphook came down from the desk and motion for Aoife to follow him. Nervous and a bit shock – the news of her being a pureblood confused her. It seemed like this was a repletion of Harry's introduction of magic, but this time she was being shown to an office to speak about it.

But really pureblood.

'Oh come on Aoife, this can actually help us!'

'Help us?!'

'Yes, we can infiltrate Slytherin – enter through their social class and figure out the war before it gets worse.' The voice whispered back. Of course.

Having memories and personality traits of Harry, Aoife made an inner Harry while she became a whole new identity as she grew up, trying to figure a way to not confuse herself. Because even if she still was Harry, she was also now Aoife, a now pureblood witch.

While Harry, he was from the future; half-blood wizard that had many too many names.

"Now Miss. Lovell, I understand you have no idea that you are a pureblood witch, correct?" Griphook took her out of her thoughts, she nodded her head as she entered the small office he had led her through.

"That is correct, sir."

"Then by all means, we will have to do a small blood identification, which will require a few drops of blood." Griphook stated. "We must first confirm that you are who you speak of.

"Understood." Aoife stated, looking a bit nervous. Anything that involves blood still made her squirm. With a nod of his head, Griphook took out a small dagger and a blank parchment.

Taking a deep breath, she grabbed the small dagger and pierced thumb, allowing to puncture and draw blood. Moving her right hand to the parchment, she allowed three drops to fall before sticking her thumb in her mouth, returning the dagger.

It was a couple of minutes before the parchment began to be filled with dark ink.

Name: Aoife Maeve Lovell

Age: 11

Birthdate: March 31st, 1960

Blood Status: Pureblood

Heir: Ancient and Noble House of the Lovell

Noble house of the Apollon

Inheritance: Properties of the Lovell

Properties of the Apollon

Vaults 195, 65, 85,193 and 50

Will: Closed and locked by Magical Guardian

Magical Guardian: by default Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Somehow, the information didn't still well with Aoife and inner Harry.

"It seems that you are indeed the heir of the Lovell family and as well the Apollon, which is a might surprise." The goblin stated, taking Aoife out of her thoughts.

"So…what exactly does that mean?" She asked.

"It means many things. One of them being that your magical guardian hasn't done a good job in taking care of you. Pureblood families here believe that family comes first before anything and being a pureblood child, they are cared even more since most pureblood families aren't able to bear more than one child without having difficulties." The goblin explains.

Aoife nodded at the new information, well now Harry knew why Draco was snotty rich prat.

"Okay…so what happens from here Mr. Griphook?" Aoife asked, nibbling her bottom lip, looking at him curiously. She didn't have any idea what to do and how to act like a proper heir for two lines, one being noble and another being ancient and noble. Urgh, wizards and their customs.

"Well, first we can open your parent's will, since you are an heir to two lines of pureblood families and have not been properly taken care of by your magical guardian, we can void your magical guardian wishes of locking the will." Griphook explain, "And then we can proceed from there."

Taking a deep breath, Aoife nodded her head. When she was Harry, he was supposed to go and live with Sirius not her aunt. So if Dumbledore did the same with her, there must have been a reason for it…right?

Last time it was the blood wards, the protection against any threat. This time, she didn't have any threat behind her…so she should be fine, right? She shouldn't be in an orphanage if she was a pureblood witch…right?

Panicking, she sucked her breath as she watched the goblin searched through the Lovell and Apollo documents. Finding a perfectly sealed letter with what appeared to be her parents name and hers.

Oh, this was making her stomach churn badly.

Author's Note: And that is where I leave you off, in the suspense of what her parents will be told. Muwahaha!

Plus, I still need to figure out the names for them, I know all the rest just the names so the only reason why I'm ending it there. Hehe, anyways, I hoped you liked it! Oh, who likes inner Harry? I do, it's something I think would be a bit more different and it would also remind her - that she may have been Harry Potter but now she is Aoife Lovell. He is just going to be like a conscience that helps her when help is needed and a major point in the future.

Anyways, please leave your thoughts and thank you for reading!

Bye, Lucy.