The Art of Potions and Spells

Harry Potter © J.K. Rowling

Chapter o2

Summary: Being reborn in the past was something, however, being reborn as his late professor's elder sister, well, that's just asking for trouble, you know, being Harry bloody Potter and his dumb luck. Fem!Harry Potter, Time-travel.

Rate: T

May contain Cursing, child abuse, and bullying.

Author's Note: Er... Hi? Sorry for the late update, but I hope you enjoy this chapter! Please leave your thoughts at the end! Thank you.

When Harry thought about the situation, he would say he had gotten induced with some potion that got wrongly created.

However, the warm body snuggling closer to his new body and the meeting he had with Death before his new birth told him he wasn't dreaming this or in the hospital for potion poisoning.

The little body that snuggled tightly next to him, Harry knew that Severus understood a lot of things, even if he was only four-years-old. The boy was very aware of his surroundings.

Even he was aware of their life wasn't a pleasant life, even for an almost six-year-old.

Harry knew that Severus's early life before Hogwarts wasn't as enjoyable; however, he didn't know how bad it was until he lives it as Eileen's and Tobias's daughter and Severus big sister.

Grimacing at his acknowledgment that he now is a she, it still made him very uncomfortable with his new body and his new name.

Harry now named Melva, understood that he-she couldn't do anything about his gender until he was an adult and then there was the problem if there was something out there that could help Melva change gender.

But with his luck, he will probably get stuck in the gender he was born in his second lifetime.

Sighing, he ran his fingers through the thin black locks and stared at the stained wall in their small room.

The house was small and was in okay living conditions if you ignored the uneven floorboards, cracked ceiling, and stain walls.

And as much as Harry thought the conditions are far better than the small cupboard the Dursley gave him when he was younger, Harry still didn't like how the walls are too thin, and the half-whispered argument between his new parents could be heard loud and clear.

And the arguments were always about them, and she didn't want Severus listening to them. Not how their father always called them freaks when he has had one too many.

And Harry knew how alcohol made people. The experiences with Aunt Marge and Uncle Vernon always ended up with him being locked up in his room and blamed for something that he couldn't control and his body aching in pain for a whole week, sometimes even longer.

"You aren't sleeping," The soft voice of Servers made him look down at the tiny form. Harry internally cursed once more. The habit of still referring himself as a male and not a female was probably going to take him a while to break.

"Can't sleep," He responded.

And he really couldn't, not with the loud banging that came from the kitchen. Their father is yelling for the money that they didn't have.

The cried from their mother only made added fuel to his anger and Harry wish he could do something, but with his small form and lack of any real meal, he didn't have much energy to rush in and try to help his mother from their father's fury.

However much he wanted to help her, Severus is his top priority. The one person he will always put first even if it meant not being able to help their mother. And it frustrated him, even more on how Eileen just allowed that type of behavior from the man even when she is a witch. A pureblood witch to top it off.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" He asked, internally despairing how soft and feminine he now sounded. Not his neutral firm voice he had grown used too after puberty hitting him.

"It's too loud," Servus whispered, gripping tightly onto the dress that Harry had chosen for Melva to wear.

"I am sorry," He whispered. And he was. He didn't want Severus growing up in this environment once more, but there wasn't anything he could do at the moment.

With a frustrated sigh, he decided to lay down properly on the small twin bed and curl his body around Severus. Bring the young child closer to his form and taking the thin blanket to cover them.

"Alright, how about I tell you a story about the three brothers?" He whispered to Severus, allowing his fingers to run through Severus's growing locks.

"Okay," The boy said, his breath hitting onto his neck as Harry hummed and retold the story of the Three Brothers and their meeting with Death.

He just hoped Eileen never asked where he had learned about the story, but Harry wanted to tell the story. It was the reason why he was in the situation right now and why Death seemed to find it so amusing when the Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, and the Cloak of Invisibility kept showing up whenever he had locked them up in one of the many vaults his family owned after the war.

Trying to practice wandless magic was hard, and it exhausted Harry many times whenever he did try; though, not having enough energy to be able to use the magic he knew was vibrating under his skin annoyed him to no end.

Only the spark of accidental magic was that allowed him to practice it more efficient even if the spells were the ones that required little power.

Still, he didn't like that it lead the accident magic to open the gateway for him to get a better grasp of wandless magic. And having Eileen stumble all over Melva with anxious eyes and shaking limbs to explain to her that she mustn't allow her emotions to explode because their father couldn't know they could use magic.

That was their introduction to magic from their mother.

Their weak, thin and tall mother who hide behind objects, shying away from their father's anger and unsure touches of love towards them – explained to them about magic, making her ever dull and scared eyes shine with excitement and longing as she explains to both Severus and Melva about the world she grew up.

Melva wondered why the woman now called mother hadn't left their father for the violence that only kept growing.

But Melva as Harry Potter, he knew love made people do and think stupid. The outcomes of how Tom Riddle became to be, it only proved that people did things they believed could work because love will always prevail.

And sometimes love did prevail because Lily's love for Harry protected him from the Killing curse, protective him even after her death and the first meeting with Voldemort. Which brought Harry back to his current situation with Dumbledore believing that he was the one that could (and he did) save the wizarding world from Voldemort's reign.

But Harry could only stand back, shielding young Severus from the violent blows their new father gave their mother. Covering his eyes and making sure he didn't hear the slur comments and the ugly sneers he gave them when he walked by them.

Even if anger burned in Melva's chest to do something about the man, the shaking of Severus would always soothe that anger into protection and making sure that Severus never dealt with their father's anger by himself.

Pulling on the thick fabric, Harry stared at the six-year-old Melva. Her black eyes stared back from the mirror, following every action Harry made. The reality of Harry being Melva and Melva being Harry still made the once male confused and unsure how to go about being a six-year-old girl.

And the lack of any real childhood memories made him want to scream because the Dursley's made sure he didn't have one and now he couldn't figure out how to act like a child should be. However, even in this lifetime, he couldn't act like a child as well. Not with Tobias hovering above them, making sure they didn't step a toe out of line.

Even he wasn't sure how Severus and himself would be stepping out of the line when they didn't do much but help around the house and made sure it was livable.

"Sis, an owl, is sitting near the window," Severus innocent whisper brought Harry from his thoughts and his gaze from his new childlike form away from the mirror and towards the window that Severus was pointing.

A black owl was indeed perched at the window, staring at them and waiting for the window to be open. Harry knew these types of owls. The ones that were bred to carry mail for the wizards and witches; however, why would an owl show up when Melva wasn't even eleven yet, and Severus wasn't even close to being eleven.

So it couldn't be from Hogwarts, then it would be another magical being trying to contact their mother. She is a pureblood witch after all and she should have friends that still lived in the wizarding world.

Harry knew from his memories that Severus didn't know much about his own mother's past or had any contact with her friends.

As well with Eileen marrying a muggle who didn't know anything about magic could have created a backlash against her and he wasn't even sure if their grandparents still spoke to their daughter.

"Go grab some bread, I'll see why it's here," Melva whispered, rushing towards the window and tried to unlatching the lock. With these types of windows, they were difficult to open and made loud screeching trying to pry them open announcing someone was opening them.

"Okay!" The loud whisper from Severus made Harry smile. The innocence was what Harry wanted to protect, even if it dwindled whenever their father yelled at them but seeing that curiosity of a child and happiness, it made Harry believe he was doing something right.

"Alright," He whispered to himself once he finally pried the window open, he backed up and allowed the owl to swoop in and sit on the table.

The golden eyes only stared at Melva but stuck it were a foot out and waited for the parchment that was tied to be accepted.

With a frown, Harry moved towards the owl and slowly removed the letter from its foot just as Severus ran in with a piece of bread.

"Here, why don't you feed it and thank him," Harry motion for Severus to move forward. The four-year-old nervously made his way towards the table and looked at Harry before turning forward and held the bread gingerly in front of him and waited to the owl to accept the food.

The bird stared at it, hooted and grabbed the piece before he flew away.

Watching the bird leave, Harry returned his attention to the letter.

Eileen

The elegant writing flowed through the parchment. Raising an eyebrow, Harry turned the letter and stared at the unfamiliar family insignia.

"What is it?" Severus asked, walking towards him.

Harry hummed and looked at Severus, "It's for mom," He said.

"But doesn't mama throw away anything that has her name on it?" Severus asked frowning at the letter in Harry's hand.

Harry sighed, "Yeah, she does throw them away or burn them,"

"But why? Who are they from?"

"I don't know…" Harry murmured, thinking about it the full parchment in his hand and allowing his thin finger to trace the crest gently. "Let's see who is it from, okay?" He finally decided.

Severus looked at her before glancing at the door and nodded his head.

Sitting down on the floor, Severus pressing himself against his body, Harry broke the wax crest and unrolled the letter. Taking a deep breath he began reading;

Dear Eileen,

I am not sure if you will read this letter, but in the case you do, I wish to tell you how I miss you, my dear child.

However, I find myself wondering where I went wrong in raising you and it aches my heart knowing that you left the family by marrying a muggle. What your father did in disowning you was probably for the best.

But I miss the child I brought to life.

And I ask myself many times, did I do the right thing by allowing you father to disown you instead of talking you out of your marriage. Did I fight enough with you to make sense of what you were doing, were you trying to rebel by marrying that muggle. I find myself asking so many questions, wondering why you did the things you did.

Yesterday, after seventeen years without looking at the Prince family tree, I wondered if the family would die with you; however, I got to see two lines formed under your name and that muggle man.

Melva Eileen and Severus Tobias.

I never thought of having grandchildren, but I see those names and wonder how they are. Do they have magic? Will they be powerful to enter Hogwarts and what house would they be.

But I know you will never bring them to meet us.

Your father is sick, did you know that? And I think he misses you as well, but his anger doesn't allow him to think about it too much.

You hurt him more with your actions, and I will be honest with myself and say I blame you for making us grieve for losing our only child.

I know you may not want to hear this, but I can not express my sorrow and anger. Eileen, we are tired, and the Prince family is dying. Your father and I have been talking, if you leave that muggle and if your children are magical, we can accept you back.

However, it is your choice to decide, and this will be the only time we will be putting the offer. If you don't respond by the end of this month with your response, I dare say we can't do anything anymore for you.

Your father and I will have indeed lost that child we hold dear.

With much hope,

Anwen Prince

Lady of the Prince Family"

"We have a grandma?" Severus asked awe touched his voice as he grabbed tightly onto Harry.

Harry made a noise and looked at the letter. Did this happen back then? Did Eileen ignored her mother's letters and continued to live in a life of abuse and loved a man that didn't care about much and allowed her child to be ignored and afforded him so little love.

"Yes Sev, we have a grandma and a grandpa," He whispered.

If Eileen had this opportunity and chose to ignore it, Harry wouldn't.

Not when he is Melva, the daughter of Eileen and having the blood of the Prince. Melva and Severus maybe half-bloods, but if they proved to their grandparents that they could be worth being brought into the protection of the Prince name. It would give them a huge advantage.

Depending on how influential the Prince family is, Harry could stop many pure-bloods from becoming Death Eaters or make them think twice before they followed Voldemort.

A big help in trying to protect Severus and prevent him from ever joining and getting used by two people that only make him die in the end.

And Harry's goal as his big sister was to protect him, even if it meant being friendly with the enemy.

"Sis?"

"Yes, Sev?"

"Are we going to send a letter?"

"I think so," Harry murmured, smiling at Severus and running his fingers growing locks. Severus smiled at him brightly. That soft and shy smile that only gets reserved for his big sister. "I think it's time to meet Grandma Anwen,"

And start making changes for the future.

Because Harry had no fear for bringing changes, although, he wasn't rather confident with all the changes, he may bring.

But if it meant the war could be stopped earlier and have Voldemort die for real the first time, he would be ruthless with whatever needs to be thru.