Presumably right after she was cursed, Harry was bundled up to where no one could hear her shouting once she recovered from her delirium. Everything was cloth covered and the very odd sensation of being lugged around without being touched.

Being unable to see almost kept Harry's internal clock from being messed up. The more skills she has found to come from her cupboard days the more depressing it was to think about. So she shoved it to the side and focused. Which was difficult as days passed.

Eventually, the cover was taken off, and Harry blinked in the light and squinted up to see a hooded wizard. Or witch. It was rather hard to tell with the cloak.

It was also the first time she was able to see her own predicament. Being turned into paint, was… Harry was no wordsmith, but it was unnerving and Wrong. She knew that she felt off, but to have visual knowledge of what happened was shocking.

The being cackled, her voice identifying her as a witch.

"You thought it was all over, child? Foolish and ignorant. I will not have someone so willfully blind to her own heritage live to be the next shaper of our future."

Really, all Harry had going for her now was defiance.

"Who are you!?" Harry had no wand, no friends, she wasn't even standing face to face with her captor. She was a damn picture! Harry kept glaring while her mind unhelpfully reminded her of all the ways a painting is easily destroyed.

"I'm no fool to give out my true name, chit. If you wish an appellation to curse for the rest of your days, curse yourself. You aren't the type to fear death. But a cage…" Harry had a strong feeling that the witch was smiling at her in a way that had nothing to do with joy, "A cage will break your spirit. Day in and day out, nothing to do but watch the world go by. None will hear you, none will see you." Vicious satisfaction radiated from her. Harry carefully reigned in her immediate thought of how even as a painting she could still talk and interact with wizards. No need to ruin an escape path.

"Of course, it won't do if you stay here, though." The witch mused with fake thoughtfulness. Harry felt panic begin to creep up on her. "I am going to sell you to the muggles, if they see of hear you, well that's breaking the Statute. If you do risk it regardless, muggles have a history of burning things they don't understand. And wizards will only see you as a prank artifact, and protocol is to get rid of those. Especially on the continent." Harry stared at her, horrified. Underneath the panic, her most hated feeling started welling up.

Helpless. She was helpless in the face of her enemy, Harry was a creature of action and there was nothing she could do. The only consolation was that it was only her and not her friends and family.

The witch tapped the canvas, Harry shuddering at the feeling of fingernails scratching the surface. She moved to cover Harry's picture again, mummering to her for one last time.

"Goodbye, Harriet Potter. May madness take you and your spirit wither."

The next thing Harry saw was an auction, and she was being sold.

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I honestly think that Harry fights easier knowing who her enemies are, but a foe that gives them no face, no name, barely a clue? The only upside for Harry is that she is good at mysteries, and that isn't going to help her here.
And I may have taken a bit of inspiration form Eowyn, Harry can fight but is terrible at being able to do nothing.

I most certainly do not own Harry Potter or KHR.