Frog Prince

Three

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She really did not like making her aunt and her family happy.

But that was what she had done.

If only for a brief period of time.

Sadly not going to Hogwarts was not an option at all, unless she wanted to lose her magic. And even though she never really had practiced magic-Hagrid seemed like he was going to burst a vessel when she confessed that she would be fine without it, as long as she had her fairy godmother...

Well that turned out like it would have turned out if she had said it to a non-giant, non-magic wielding human.

He laughed.

Not out right openly in front of her. Hagrid had caught himself from doing just that, and had politely covered his would be laugh in a cough, and had explained to her like she was that little girl age five, who had asked her teacher if she had a fairy godmother as well.

No matter how kind Hagrid was, she really felt like punching him in the face in a very unladylike, unprincesslike way. But she had more self control. And even if they thought that her belief was nothing but foolish, they were all the stupid ones. How can you be a magic wielding being and not believe in fairy godmothers? That was just hypocritical to her.

Seeing as it would have been very difficult for her if she stayed in Little Whinging-Dudley did really grow a pigs tail, that had to be removed by using the despised magic; Hariel, no matter how she didn't like the idea of leaving, had decided to go to Hogwarts.

She would see Minato again, with her godmothers help or without it. If her godmother did decide to help, being surrounded by magic should enhance the strength of her wish granting accuracy. If not, Hariel could always do it herself.

She wondered, as she stared outside the knight's bus window-there were so many signs of her royalty everywhere-if there were classes that allowed you to summon the love of your life. If 'muggles' had those games that could predict your souldmate, surely magical people would have something similar and more accurate.

She could only hope.

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Hariel didn't know if she had stepped through a time portal disguised as a pub, or people were just very into renaissance wear. Either way, she was surrounded and it was happening for real. Magical people were around her, and staring, and calling her savior and your ladyship-she wondered if Hagrid had forgotten to tell her something important that night he found her.

If she was a princess, she would like to know right now; and for someone to explain why her living situation was so shit, when there seemed to be a lot of nice people that would gladly take her in if she was ever in the need to do so.

Not that she would, now.

But it would have been a nice option before everything happened.

A strange mousy man, introduced to her as Professor Quirrell, stuttered away at her, and she was too polite to say to him that she couldn't understand a thing he had said, so she just nodded her head. She hoped that it was appropriate answer to whatever he had said to her. And she hoped she wouldn't have to do it again, because the bowing of her head had unfortunately granted her a strong whiff of his smell. She hoped it was just an unfortunate happenstance of his instead of his actual hygienic habits.

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Hariel should have been paying attention to a lot of things that were happening around her in the strange land called Diagon Alley that was tucked away in the middle of London without anyone a wiser. At the prospect that such a place was hidden behind some inconspicuous brick wall behind a pub, well the possibilities of Konoha existing behind a specific small door was quite possible.

Hariel acted cool, and lackadaisically asked Hagrid as she perused through the many choices of school trunks. "Have you heard of Konoha?"

"Konoha?" With the gruff way of speaking that Hagrid had, the name was completely butchered and she wondered if he heard her correctly or if he really thought she said 'Kugnola' like magnolia?

"Konoha." Hariel emphasized.

"Never heard of it. What is it?"

I hoped you would have told me. "Oh I think I like this one." And Hariel had successfully distracted Hagrid from any talk of Konoha.

He was just one man.

She'll try again with others.

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The boy was definitely not the right choice.

Draco Malfoy he had said his name was. And what a prick. Blonde hair and grey eyes, she had almost mistakened him for Minato-and she really thinks it was all from wishful thinking because there was no way Draco had any resemblance or likeness or even presence as Minato.

She felt like hitting every person that came her way just because she had unfortunately met him, and it was all just spill over rage she was feeling. How rude. And after he commented about her having pretty hair too. How dare he just make snide comments about her being mudblood, and foolish, and calling her a stupid little girl.

She was glad that Hagrid was not with her at the moment. She was afraid she might say something very rude to him with all her anger.

She turned into the bookstore and with the way she was, she had unfortunately crashed into someone who was just innocently going about his day wanting to buy books.

Hariel stopped in her place, an apology unspoken on her lips. "Minato?"

Wishful thinking.

Blonde hair.

Blue eyes.

Tall.

But it was the wrong tint of blonde.

And the hair wasn't styled the same way, his was too neat, and parted to the right instead of being messy.

The eyes were a foggy blue, like it was mixed with silver.

And his skin was too pale, and no sign of a light tan.

Hariel shook her head. "I'm sorry, for both running into you, and not catching what you had just said."

The boy was definitely not as kind as Minato either-never mind that Minato had drawn a knife at her- but at least he was more polite than that Draco boy. Hariel saw that she had annoyed him by the look on his face no matter how fleeting. We're all wizards like this? Or was she just lucky?

"Nevermind." The boy dusted himself off, and looked at her, with a heavy stare that reminded her slightly of Minato but once again, wishful thinking. They were nothing alike. He didn't have the presence. "You should be careful. Not everyone would be as nice as me."

She scoffed at that and politely, though better to not have done it at all. "It's too late. I've already met rude." Hariel stuck out her hand. "My name is Hariel Lilliane Potter, and I am very sorry for bumping into you."

"Theodore." Theodore said before bidding her goodbye and leaving the store. Hariel didn't even get a chance to blink before he left her. She had a lot of questions; like if he was going to be Hogwarts together with her and in the same year; if he knew anything about Konoha; if he knew anything about soulmates and summoning one from wherever they happen to be, hinting a little bit about alternate dimensions-if they even believed in that sort of scientific thing.

Wishing that Hogwarts was not a mistake, Hariel walked along the aisles, trying to find something more useful than those books on the list.