AN: In this Harry never lost the parsletongue after DH. Thank you for all the reviews :D.

Chapter One

"You're in London, Ma'am, muggle London in fact. You're extremely lucky that there aren't too many people around to witness your arrival", Newt informed her, his expression conveying his surprise at her seemingly odd question. "How on Earth could you not know where you are?" he asked bluntly with an incredulous note to his voice. "Apparating with no clear destination in mind is extremely dangerous. You could have splinched yourself into pieces!"

Harry gave him a sheepish smile as she explained, "I…I didn't actually apparate. I think I touched a Portkey and I was brought here from my home".

This seemed to befuddle and concern the poor man even more as he took a step closer to her. "You touched a Portkey without even knowing where it was going first?"

"I didn't actually know it was a Portkey!" His eyebrows rose up at her response. "I was just clearing out my attic when I came across some old mirror and before I realised what was happening, the room began to spin and I landed here…on top of you. Sorry about that again", she blushed before her eyes flickered around her surroundings for the first time since she'd appeared here, having been too busy apologising to Newt. "Okay something isn't right here".

Harry frowned as she noticed the extremely vintage looking cars on the street and the fact that there was a distinct lack of them compared to the muggle London that she remembered back in 2001. Her heart began to race a little as she took in the cobblestones on the ground and the old fashioned style of clothing worn by the people passing her by. This wasn't possible. Ignoring Newt's concerned enquiries from beside her, she strode over to the nearest newspaper stand and picked up a copy of the day's paper.

"This isn't right, this date…it's not possible!"

"Oi, there's nothing wrong with the paper, Miss. It's exactly the right date. January 10th 1927", the muggle newspaper man retorted with a strong cockney accent, indicating exactly what part of London she was in, before snatching the paper back from out of her hands.

Harry turned on her heel and began to walk in a random direction, her head dazed and confused. She heard Newt calling out from behind her but she didn't respond, too shocked by the turn of events to react to his voice. "Miss Potter, you look extremely pale. Are you feeling well?"

Her mouth moved automatically, speaking the first words that came to mind. "Not really, Mr Scamander".

"Tell me, why in the world are you behaving so strangely? And that is coming from someone with a lot of experience in being accused of odd behaviour".

Newt stared at her, trying to figure her out. He was a lot better with magical animals and even muggle animals than people and this was a strange lady even for a witch and human with her random appearing in mid-air and wearing very peculiar clothing. He wondered if everyone dressed in such a weird manner where she had come from. Muggles must have a field day with the tightly fitting pants on a woman.

"Because I can't be here…I shouldn't be here. Why am I here?"

"You told me that you grabbed a Portkey", he reminded her, feeling extremely concerned for her sanity now.

"I don't think it was a Portkey now".

"And why do you say that?"

"Because a Portkey doesn't take you back in time".

Newt's mouth parted in surprise as her stressed filled green eyes met his. He could tell from the genuinely stricken expression on her face that she was being truthful…and he guessed it would definitely explain the strange clothes and her reaction to the day's date on the paper that he'd vaguely overheard when he'd caught up with her.

"I see. And when do you come from if you don't mind me asking?"

"May 7th 2001".

This time it was Newt's eyes that bulged out in surprise. "2001? But that's more than 70 years from now!"

"I'm aware of that, yes", Harriet responded dryly. "Hence why I'm freaking out right now. I really need to find a way back to my own time. Perhaps Professor Dumbledore can help me. Is he still at Hogwarts?"

"Of course, he's the transfiguration Professor. He's a good man, Dumbledore but I don't see how he could possibly help you get home. He's not exactly an expert on time travel…as far as I know".

At Newt's words, Harry visibly deflated. He was right, in this time Dumbledore would be absolutely useless to her and the only possible way she could get back to her time was possibly with a time turner. To get her hands on one she needed to be able to get into the ministry and to do that she needed an ally who had connections. "Oh Merlin's saggy ball sack", Newt gaped at her language, not accustomed to hearing a lady use such crude expressions. "What the bloody hell am I going to do? I have no money, nowhere to go and no identity because I'm not even born yet!"

"You can stay with me if you like. My flat's small but I'm hardly ever there because I spend most of my time travelling. I can afford to buy you some clothes to help you blend in until we can figure out what to do".

Her green eyes gazed at him with wonderment. "You'll help me?"

"Of course. I don't want to think of a young witch out of her time left wandering astray in muggle London, 1927. I caused enough havoc during my trip to New York…" Harriet looked at him questioningly as he awkwardly scratched the back of his head, feeling embarrassed by the memory of his magical friends running wild in muggle New York. "Err…it's a rather long story".

That's when it occurred to her that he said his name was Newt Scamander and it was the 1920's. That meant that this young man actually was the real man. It was odd to think that in seventy years his grandson would be engaged to Luna Lovegood. She shook herself out of her thoughts when she realised that she was beginning to get odd looks and glares from passers-by, most likely due to her inappropriate attire. "I know you've literally just offered to help me but do you think we could possibly get me some clothes as soon as possible? I don't particularly wish to keep sticking out like a sore thumb".

Newt glanced around and noticed that they – well Harry – was being stared at and immediately agreed. "I know a place nearby that will give you all you need for the latest in witches fashion". He held out his arm for her to grab hold onto. She gingerly linked his arm with hers and sighed right before she felt the sensation of being sucked through a straw as she always did when she apparated. They reappeared in what looked like Diagon Alley but clearly decades before she knew it.

"So what were you doing out in muggle London, if you don't mind me asking?" the raven haired witch asked as they strolled down the cobbled street.

"I'd just come out of the ministry from a meeting. You see I've just finished writing the manuscript for my book".

Even though she knew what book he was referring to already considering she already owned and read it in her own time, she still asked as it was only polite. "Your book?"

"Yes. I'm thinking of calling it 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to find them'. It features all my years of research on various magical creatures from my time spent travelling around the world".

"That sounds fascinating", she told him sincerely and hid a smile at the brief blush that appeared on his face. "I have a friend that would have loved to talk to you".

"Thank you and what friend would that be?"

A far off look appeared in her eyes as she thought about the friends that she had unintentionally left behind. "Her name was Luna. She was a Ravenclaw and a lot of her house bullied her for being 'odd' but she was one of my closest friends and she always seemed to know the right thing to say. When I left my time she was studying magizoology and travelling all around the magical parts of the globe in search of undiscovered magical creatures".

Newt looked at her with interest at her description of Luna. "She sounds wonderful and I would very much like to meet her".

"Maybe you will someday", Harry gave a sly smile, knowing very well that the old Newt Scamander would meet and immediately hit it off with his grandson's dreamy eyed fiancé.

"Oh look this is the place", Newt brought them to a sudden stop in front of a large boutique with mannequins wearing quality, high end 1920's fashion. To Harry it looked like it was going to be very expensive and she didn't want to put her new friend out much, especially since she hopefully wasn't going to be stuck in this time forever.

"Is there nowhere a little cheaper? I don't want you to spend too much of your money on me, Newt". The magical creatures' expert simply shot her a look before practically pushing her through the front door, clearly not having the same concerns regarding his finances that she had. No sooner had they entered the boutique then a short woman with elvin features approached them and immediately gave Harry a frown that spoke of her disapproval of her attire.

"Miss Briggs, how wonderful it is to see you", Newt greeted the shop owner with a large smile. "This is my friend Harriet and as you can probably tell, she is in desperate need of a new wardrobe".

Harry shot him a glare at his somewhat insulting statement but the woman – Miss Briggs – tutted in agreement. "Obviously, Mr Scamander. And where did you find this one? In the nearest Brothel?"

The dark haired witch gaped in offense at the question. Newt scratched the back of his head sheepishly, a habit that Harriet had noticed he did whenever he was feeling awkward or embarrassed. "No, she…she just happens to come from a very strange village on the coast somewhere and now she's here she wishes to dress in a style more suited for London and the rest of the world".

"I cannot blame you, darling" Miss Briggs grunted and then grabbed hold of Harry's wrist and began dragging her to the back of the shop. Harry shot Newt an alarmed look as she desperately tried to stop herself from tripping over as she was pulled along into a changing area. "You stay here and let me work my magic. By the time you leave here you're so called clothes shall be burnt and you will look like a real witch".

"But-!"

Harry was cut off by the elf-witch's disappearance back to the front of the shop, most likely looking for clothes to dress her in. "Mr Scamander, can I assume that you are intending to pay for all of your companion's purchases today?"

"Of course, Miss Briggs", she heard the softly spoken man reply and once again felt awkward by his generosity even though it was necessary and she didn't have any other option but to depend on him. Harriet wondered what she would have done if she hadn't immediately dropped quite literally into his lap upon arriving in the past. She probably would have been locked up in a muggle mental hospital or something. She owed the kind wizard a huge debt of gratitude and made a vow to herself that she would repay his older self once she was sent back to her own time period.

A short while later, Miss Briggs re-entered the changing room with a floating rack full of clothes following in behind her. She immediately began throwing garments at a startled Harry who quickly caught them and began to try the things on. About two hours later, Harry was finally able to leave the shop when Miss Briggs deemed her appearance 'acceptable' and accepted the bag of gallons that Newt handed to her.

The two of them walked out of the boutique, Newt holding his mysterious luggage case and Harry with bags and bags of clothes, and her companion gave her an admiring look as her appraised her new wardrobe.

"I have to say that Miss Briggs certainly knows what she's doing", he complimented Harry who blushed and self-consciously tugged at the long dark green pleated skirt that she was now wearing with a cream coloured ruffled blouse and a long velvet emerald coloured coat to keep her from getting cold. Her wild black hair was covered by a cloche hat which had made her feel ridiculous but Miss Briggs had insisted that she should wear…at least until she could get her hair groomed.

Harry gave Newt another smile of gratitude after recovering from her brief embarrassment from his praise. "Thank you again for doing this".

Newt opened his mouth to reply when out of the corner of her eye, Harry saw a small furry paw shoot out of his case. Her eyebrows shot up. "What the hell was that?!"

"Oh bugger", Newt cursed and then gave her an apologetic look. "Ah, please excuse me for this".

"What?!"

He suddenly and very roughly grabbed hold of her arm and apparated them from their spot in Diagon Alley and into a spacious apartment where Harry immediately fell onto the floor with a thud, coming to the conclusion that magical travel just wasn't her thing just as her companion chivalrously held out his hand to help her back up.

She glared at him but accepted the hand and allowed him to pull her to her feet. "What the heck was that? Why'd you side us along with not even a warning? And I swear I saw something sticking a paw out in that case of yours!"

Newt rubbed his neck sheepishly as he put his case down onto the carpeted floor. "I did apologise in advance, Miss Potter –"

"Harry" she cut him off abruptly causing him to blink at her with confusion.

"Sorry?!"

"The name is Harry, not Miss Potter", Harry sighed.

"Sorry, Harry. And I had to do that because I fear that you are right. You did see a paw sticking out of my case. I'm afraid that was my Niffler. Cheeky sod likes to make a break for it and rob the nearest wizard or witch of their gold and silver. I had to get us away before…that happened", they turned at the sound of a thud to see the case hanging open and the Niffler, an adorable little creature with a duck like beak, hands and paws but covered in black fur, sitting on the living room floor with an innocent look on its face.

The witch turned to look at Newt incredulously. "You kept him in your case?!" Surely that must be some kind of animal cruelty, she wondered.

"Yes I keep all my friends in there".

Green eyes narrowed at the man suspiciously. "You're friends?!"

"Since you told me your secret, I suspect it's only fair that I tell you mine. Come with me!"

Harry watched in amazement – although considering the magical tents she'd stayed in, Moody's case-prison and Hermione's endless bag she shouldn't have been all that surprised – as the eccentric wizard stepped into his case and vanished entirely inside of it. The Niffler quirked its head at Harry before following its owner inside as though to show her the way. She dumped her bags next to a worn out sofa before gingerly stepping into the luggage case.

She slowly stepped down and soon found herself standing in the middle of a large field with a lab and greenhouse nearby as well as a couple of enclosures and cages, not to mention mountains and sections that seemed to mimic various environments conducive to each animal breed and type. "What the…" Harry's mouth gaped open with shock at the stunning sight before her. Her eyes widened as she saw a Hippogriff flying through the air and a couple of not-quite sheep looking creatures run past.

"What do you think?" Newt asked approaching her from where he'd been waiting for her to emerge. She turned around and gave him a dazzling smile, green eyes bright with her awe.

"I think this is one of the greatest things that I have ever seen in the magical world".

"Fancy helping me feed these lot and then we can see about rooming arrangements back out there?"

The black haired witch grinned with genuine excitement "That would be brilliant".

Newt beamed back at her and grabbed her hand, pulling with exuberance over to a tree filled with bowtruckles. "Hey guys, I bet you're feeling pretty hungry by now", he greeted and Harry immediately found herself cooing at the cute little creatures. She'd always loved care of magical creatures at Hogwarts (barring the blast ended skewts that Hagrid had made them study) and her interest continued even after Hogwarts and after dropping the subject. Her eyes landed onto Newt's front vest pocket as she spotted a bowtruckle emerge from it but this did not seem to surprise or faze the man in the least as he greeted it. "Pickett, it's about time you showed your face today. Don't tell me you've been sleeping all afternoon you lazy boy".

Harry observed with interest as he put the bowtruckle onto a branch with the others but it refused to leave his side. He sighed and shook his head with a smile at the creature. "Oh fine, you can stay but when the others accuse me of favouritism, this is why". He then fed the bowtruckles a cup of lice, putting a few on his arm for Pickett to munch on.

After the bowtruckles, Newt allowed Harry to help feed the mooncalves and the other land animals before moving onto the bird creatures and the finally the snakes. When they got to the nest of occamy, Harry's eyes landed on the blue winged serpent and she immediately approached them. Before she got too close, Newt put a hand in her way to stop her from moving further towards them. "Don't get too close. The occamy can be very aggressive especially if they're unfamiliar with you".

"Give me a moment", Harry requested and Newt stepped out of the way, regarding her wearily. She was a little nervous about exposing her ability to speak parseltongue in front of the magizoologist but she wanted the snake like creatures to trust her and this was the quickest way she knew how. "Hi there. My name is Harriet Potter. I promise I do not want to hurt you or your younglings".

Newt's eyes widened as he registered the sounds coming out of her mouth and realised what she was. He'd only ever heard rumours about magical users who spoke the tongue of snakes but this was the first time he'd ever come across a real person who had the ability. He watched in fascination as she conversed with his occamy and the creatures hissed back at her but without any real aggression in their stance. To his surprise, Harry moved forwards and was able to hold out an arm for one to slither its way up.

"That's incredible", he told her, his voice and face full of awe. She smiled at him widely, glad that he had immediately accepted her ability as something good and not a sign of evil as many of the masses in the magical community did. Then again, Newt Scamander was no ordinary wizard and he knew what it was like to be misjudged. "What are you talking about?"

As the occamy slid around her neck and nestled into her hair, making itself as comfy as it was in its natural nest, she responded to Newt with an amused smile. "This little guy likes me and thinks you're very kind. You treat all of the creatures in here well and protect them from the harm that they would have come to had you not come across them".

Newt blushed under her attention, it not escaping his notice that Harriet Potter was a very beautiful witch with her black hair and emerald green eyes. "I…err…thank you, I should say then I suppose". Harry smiled even more at the man's awkwardness, thinking he was unexpectedly attractive before the sound of her stomach grumbling broke the moment they were having and alerted Newt to the fact that they had yet to have their own dinner. Harry's cheeks tinged pink but Newt paid no mind as he told her, "Right, we should go back up and scavenge for something to eat".

"I suppose we should".

"And then I'll set you up with a room" he promised before leading her back out of his trunk and magically preparing them a supper of beef stew, bread and some treacle tart he had purchased from a bakery for desert.

After their feast, he set her up with the spare bedroom in his flat that he often let his brother use when he stayed over. Harriet got into bed that night but sleep didn't come easy, her thoughts on the mirror and how she was going to get back home...if she was ever.