Harley Potter and The Sorcerers Stone

The Girl Who Lived

Chapter Nine

Changes In Rooms And Changes In Moods

The large masses of students swarmed together as they all made their way out of the Great Hall. Each student pushed their way through, heading towards their respectful House dormitories. Harley and Ron remained in the far back of the group of first year students. The two young eleven year olds talked amongst each other. Both were eager to begin the start of lessons. Harley of course was more excited than Ron was, who had grown up around magic. Already, Harley had learned more than most of the first years in the school, only for the simple reason she actually began to read some of her class books over the summer. She was farther then most of the first years, besides Hermione Granger of course. A first year like themselves that Harley and Ron weren't too sure they liked yet. After all, no one really likes a know it all. Many of the Gryffindor first years looked towards Harley, eager to speak with her and learn more about the notorious Girl Who Lived. It was a title Harley was still none to thrilled to have.

The large group of feet slapped against the stone step flooring. It caused an echoing reaction as they walked farther and farther up the stairs towards the seventh floor. Pictures that hung on the wall nodded and smiled at Harley, making her eyes widen considerably. She may have read the whole book of Hogwarts A History, but it still made her look on with awe at actually seeing everything happen. Chattering first years followed obediently after Percy, Ron's older brother and the prefect of the group. Sighing with relief as they finally stopped their long walk to the Gryffindor Common Room where they had to walk through hallways and up staircases, they finally stopped before a portrait of a fat lady dressed in a bright pink dress that gave entrance to the Common Rooms. "Password?" The woman questioned her voice stiff and proper.

"Fatuna Major." Percy stated. He straightened his posture and as the portrait swung open, he said a small 'thank you', before disappearing into the small tunnel that lead into the Gryffindor Common Room. "The password changes every week. So you will do good to remember them!" Percy called out to the group over his shoulder. The Gryffindor Common Room held a warm feeling to it as the first years walked into the circular room. A large flickering fire burned in an even larger fireplace. The light from the fire reflected off of many objects in the room, making it look brighter than it was. It gave a feeling of home for Harley, who had never felt such a way.

A group of cushioned armchairs were placed not to far from the fire, near two bookcases filled with books. "I'll have to give them a look." She muttered to herself. As her eyes continued to wander around the room she caught sight of a large couch that was placed across from the fireplace, along with a table and another two comfortable looking cushioned armchairs. A carpet covered most of room beside the fireplace, which had stone flooring instead of carpet. Two sets of tables, along with some chairs were placed on the right and left side of the room, on either side of where two sets of staircases led into the girl and boys dormitories. A square box, most likely a stereo, was placed on top of one of the tables near a window on the right side of the room. As all the first years continued to look around the room, Harley noticed behind Percy standing at the staircases that separated the girls and boys dorm room.

"This is the Gryffindor Common Room as you can all tell. To the right is the Girls Dorm Room. To the left is the Boys Dorm Room. For the next ten months of this year, it'll be your home." Percy stated from the front of the group. "Now, you all best unpack and get ready for bed." The older boy ordered. Harley yawned tiredly. The food she had eaten had filled her up to the point to where she was tired. The group of first years all congregated and split up, the girls went to the right and up the steps while the boys went to the left. Following the girls with a frown she walked up the steps and stopped at the first door. Stepping inside the room she froze in horror. Already, the room was covered with clothes and echoed with high-pitched voices that squealed, loudly. There were five beds inside of the room and there were already five girls in the room. Parvati Patil, Lavender Brown, Emily Vance, Hermione Granger and Neveah Longbottom lounged in the room. Harley noticed her trunk had been placed to the side of the room. Pulling out her wand she gave a wave, muttering a spell that caused her trunk to levitate, along with her owl cage.

Harley Potter gave one last glance at the girls. They seemed to ignore her presence. Hermione and Neveah chattered eagerly with each other about books they had read, while Lavender, Emily and Parvati gave each other the latest gossip. Rolling her eyes she turned on her heel and walked down the staircase. Her feet thumped loudly in her ears with each step she made. Looking around the common room she noticed no other students around. Walking up the boy's dorm room staircase her feet made the familiar thumping sound against the stone floor as she knocked on the first door she saw. She waited for a moment before a boy, with dark brown hair and blue eyes opened it. He raised an eyebrow at Harley, his eyes soon widened as he realized who she was. "Ello. Is Ron in here?" She questioned curiously. Her head tilted to the side, causing strands of unruly hair to fall into her face.

"Uh...yeah. Ron, mate!" The boy yelled in an Irish accent.

"Yeah Seamus?" Ron questioned as he walked over to the boy, Seamus. Ron's eyebrows rose as he looked to see Harley. "What are you doing here?" Ron questioned. Harley gave a smile and shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, it seems I have no room to sleep in. All of them seem to be filled and the girls I'm suppose to room with, well, they just kicked my stuff aside. So, I was wondering if you'd be willing to let me room with you boys?" She questioned. Her bright, electric, emerald green eyes sparkled as she raised an eyebrow with a small smile across her lips. She knew they would be willing to. After all, Harley wasn't like most girls her age. "I mean, I'm sure there's a room with an extra bed, probably, but I don't really want to deal with over dramatic girls who talk about boys, makeup and the latest gossip. Ya know?" Harley questioned with a smile.

"Yeah...sure. You won't get in trouble for it will you?" Ron questioned his best friend; opening the door wider for her to enter the room he stepped to the side. Harley carelessly shrugged as she walked into the wide circular room. Her trunk that was levitated behind her followed in after her, along with her cage. She smiled at the shape the room was in. It was neat, unlike the girls, with all the boys' things slowly being put away. A bed, at the far end of the room, was free and spotless. Walking over to it Harley plopped her trunk down at the foot of the bed with a loud thump. Taking a seat on the bed she looked to her best buddy.

"Nah. If I do, they can't really do anything. I mean, it's not my fault they didn't put an extra bed in." She stated. "It is my fault though that I don't like hanging around with girls. They're bloody annoying some times." She brushed her hair out of her face, showing the lightening bolt scar clearly on her forehead. The other three boys in the room stopped, and looked to Harley. Their gaze had gone to her forehead where the scar was. "I'm Harley, Harley Potter." Harley introduced herself with a wave of her pale hand.

"I'm Seamus, Seamus Finnegan." The boy who had opened the door introduced. The other boy, who looked similar to Neveah spoke up.

"I'm Neville, Neville Longbottom." He looked at Harley nervously. His gaze went back down to his toad that sat in his lap. The last boy had dark skin that looked almost black, with black eyes and black hair. He stood beside Seamus, who had remained standing beside the door and walked forward.

"I'm Dean, Dean Thomas." Dean introduced, holding out his hand for Harley to shake. Raising her own hand she shook the boys hands firmly.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm up for a game so we can get to know each other before bed." Harley announced. She wanted to get to know these boys, before she decided if they where trustworthy enough to be friends with her. The other four boys smiled at each other before looking to Harley with nods of agreement.

It was the beginning of a very interesting friendship.


"I don't see why it would be so bloody hard to ride a broomstick and catch a snitch." The voice of Harley explained as she and her new roommates wandered down the stairs to head to the Great Hall. The boys all snorted and shook their head at their naive friend.

"Mate, it's hard because of how fast and small the snitch is." Ron stated. He looked over to the shorter girl with a shake of his head. Harley crossed her arms over her chest, an eyebrow rose as a determined look crossed her features.

"I bet you I could get something that's as small and fast as the Snitch and catch it. In only a few minutes." The raven-haired girl had stated determinedly to her new friends.

"How much do ya want to bet?" Seamus's Irish accented voice questioned from the group. Harley looked to her friend with a shrug. She had been smiling more than she had in her whole ten years of life after meeting these boys.

"How about...two gallons...each?" She questioned the boys. Each nodded their head, except for Ron who shook it.

"I'm not going to bet anything on Harley. Knowing her, she'll probably make it possible." Ron exclaimed. "And I don't have that money to bet." He finished. Harley chuckled and stepped into the Great Hall. It was Saturday, a day free of school until it started on Monday. The group of five walked over to the table and took a seat across from Fred, George and Lee Jordan.

"Morning." Greeted the identical twins with a smile.

"Morning." Greeted the group of five to the three older students.

"So what are you five going to be up to?" Questioned George or was it Fred?

"Well, Harley here thinks she can catch something like the snitch in a few minutes. So, we were going to go look for a broom to borrow and..." As Ron spoke the twins glanced to each other with identical looks of mischief.

"You know, we're on the Qudditch team. We can talk to Oliver about that little problem of yours." The first twin began to say.

"We're sure, that you'll find yourself grateful when we do." The other twin finished. The raven-haired girl raised an eyebrow, a look of surprise crossing Harley's face at the older boys words.

"You'll do that? For me...for us?" Harley asked hesitantly. She was not use to people showing kindness to her. After all, being raised in a place that hated her and treated her like some contaminated animal, like a freak, it made you vigilant, suspicious and secretive. She had learned to only count on herself, and now, she had all these friends that were willing to do things for her.

"Of course my dear. Just give us until lunch. You'll have to meet us at the Qudditch Pitch at around that time." Fred and George stated in unison with smiles that lightened up their faces. Harley nodded, letting them know she understood.

"Mails here!" A voice suddenly called out. All heads turned to the windows behind the staff table. Dozens of multi colored owls flew through the open windows and down towards the tables. Harley watched silently as she gazed around the room. Watching different students open packages and letters from family they had. She felt her stomach bubble with jealously as the thought crossed her mind. Looking away from everyone she looked back toward Fred and George who stared at her with eyes wide in shock, sympathy and bewilderment.

"What?" Harley demanded. She was getting annoyed at the silent looks the twins were giving her. Glancing around her, she soon realized it wasn't just Fred and George staring at her but the whole school.

"You might...uh...might want to look at this." Ron spoke, slowly overcoming his own feelings similar to his older brothers. Grabbing the Dailey Prophet from Ron's awaiting hands she unfolded it and stared at the cover in horror. There, in bold letters of black showed her why everyone was staring at her like they where. And she had been in a good mood too.


Harley Potter

The Girl Who Lived

Living In An Orphanage?

Just a few short hours ago we The Dailey Prophet had gotten word from a fellow source that the Girl Who Lived, our very own savior, Harley Potter has been living her life in an Orphanage for the past ten years since the accident on October 31st. Where You-Know-Who had arrived at the Potters home during the night and killed Lily and James Potter, but had for a mysterious unknown reason had been unable to kill one year old Harleigh (Harley) Potter. You all must be asking the same question, 'Why is Harley Potter living in an orphanage, instead of with her only living relatives?'

We had the same exact questions and had gone to the Dursleys home of Number 4 Private Drive to get a statement from Vernon and Petunia Dursley, (relatives to Lily Evans – Potter) but they had been just as confused as we were. What we did learn was that their two children, Delora and Dudley Dursley have been sent off to Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardy along with our very own Savior. When we asked them why they had left young Harley Potter at an Orphanage, the Dursley's had become even more perplexed. When Petunia Dursley was told that Harley Potter was an Orphan, and that her sister and brother-in-law were dead, she had gone into shock and collapsed into unconsciousness. Vernon Dursley had become surprised as well and hurriedly tried to revive his life.

It seems we're not the only ones shocked at this sudden news about eleven-year-old Harley Potter. When we went to the Orphanage, Buckingham's Boarding House, that The-Girl-Who-Lived has been living in, we had been successful with getting an interview from the Head of the Orphanage, Mrs. Caroline Buckingham. When we asked what happened the night of Harley being dropped off at the Orphanage, she had opened the door to discover the young baby girl lying fast asleep on the doorstep.

A few hours later, she had said a man appeared, requesting for her to keep Harley Potter at the Orphanage for reasons she wasn't told. And at all costs, to do whatever is needed to keep her in the Orphanage. When we asked who this man was, she said it was a mysterious figure cloaked in black. When asked why she had never told anyone about this, or why she never questioned the figure in black, Mrs. Buckingham had been tight lipped. Is there something amiss here? We are all wondering the same thing.

For the last few hours we have learned that many families, The Dursley's, The Malfoy's, The Weasley's, The Wood's, among other families have been fighting to get custody of young Harley Potter. Each of these families is willing to adopt young Harley Potter and care for her. The question I'm sure you're all asking, is anyone going to get custody of The-Girl-Who-Lived?

We have yet to get an interview with Albus Dumbledore.

To read more go to page 13.


Harley's heartbeat pounded in her ears as her hands tightened into fists. Her heartbeat was rapid as her temper began to rise and her bright, electric, emerald green eyes darkened. From the table, the jugs of juices exploded, drenching many students with the substances. With the anger Harley felt, she had used yet another surge of magical energy to cause the explosion. Her head snapped to the staff table, to notice Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGongall, Professor Snape and Professor Quirrell gone. Her temper began to rise even more as she looked back to the newspaper.

"Those…who…." Her eyes burned with angry tears and her head pounded painfully. She was far too angry to form coherent sentences as she continued to stare blurrily at the newspaper. The hall went silent as all eyes turned to the young girl who was furious beyond reason, stood up from the long wooden stool and made her way towards the Great Hall doors.

"Now Ms. Potter -" Began one of the Professors from above.

"Oh shut up. Mind your own damn business." Harley snapped to the Professor. "I have a few Professors to question." She growled out. Crushing the Daily Prophet in her tight grip Harley stormed out of the Great Hall, heading towards Dumbledore's Office.

Delora and Dudley Dursley sat in shock as they watched the young girl they had picked on, their cousin storm out of the Great Hall after telling one of the Professors off. They looked to each other, silently communicating between each other. "Why aren't they living with you?" One of the Slytherins questioned from down the table. The question brought attention from the others table to the Slytherin table as they watched Delora and Dudley.

"We...we don't know." Dudley began to explain, before Delora finished for him.

"We didn't even know...she was our cousin." Delora bit her lip, her eyebrows scrunched up as her mind raced with unanswered questions. "I need to owl mum." Delora stated, standing up from the bench, she swiftly walked out of the Great Hall, trying to ignore the looks she was getting.

"I need to owl dad." Dudley announced. He too stood up from the table and followed after his sister. Both Dursleys questioned themselves as to why Harley Potter, The-Girl- Who-Lived, wasn't living with them as they made their way towards the Slytherin Common Room in the dungeon underneath the Black Lake.

Harley stomped down the hallway and up the staircases as she made her way to Professor Dumbledore's office. Wherever the hell that was. Harley was finding a hard time finding it in her state of anger and frustration. The young girl stopped walking as she stood in the middle of the hallway. Her shoulders shook with anger, frustration and disappointment as she stared down at the floor in silence. 'In and out, in and out.' Harley thought to herself as she took deep steady breaths in before letting them out slowly. She had to calm herself down before she did any more uncontrollable magic. With a clench of her jaw and her hand turning into a tight fist she blinked away the tears in her eyes as she walked determinedly closer to the Headmasters officer. She ignored the pictures calling out to her. She was on a mission of sorts, and nothing was going to make her forget about it.

"Can't you just let me in please?" She snapped at the statue that remained immobilized.

"Nope, sorry, no can do." The statue of a Hippogriff stated. Harley glared at it in annoyance. She needed to get through and into the office somehow. She crossed her arms over her chest and continued to glare at the statue. Her feet tapped in aggravation as she bit back her angry frustrated yells. 'Deep breathes. Just take deep breathes.' She reminded herself.

"Ms. Potter?" The voice of Minerva McGongall questioned with surprise. Harley looked up to see her new Professor standing on the staircase, looking down at her. Minerva noticed the girls angry stance, something she had gotten from her father, and the flashing of emerald green eyes, something she had gotten from her brother. 'She is defiantly Lily and James Potters daughter.' Minerva thought with a twitch of her lips. 'She more than likely has their temper too.' She continued to think as she looked at the annoyed and furious girl.

"Finally. I've been trying to get the stupid statue – " She began. " – No offense –" She remarked to the statue that just snorted and gave a shrug. 'Can statues shrug?' Harley questioned with curiosity to herself. Shaking the thought she went back on track. "To let me up to Professor Dumbledores office for the last ten minutes, but it wouldn't let me!" She exclaimed angrily while tossing her hands into the air. "I needed to question him about this." Harley thrust the crumble newspaper into her Professor's face. An annoyed look crossed Minerva's face before quickly disappearing to anger and surprise at what the article was saying.

"Rita Seeker." Minerva hissed between teeth. Giving a deep breath she snatched the paper from the eleven year olds hands and turned on her heel, making her way back up to Dumbledore's office. "Come along Ms. Potter." The Head of Gryffindor called over her shoulder.

"Friggin' takes forever." She grumbled to herself as she jogged up the rounding staircase towards Dumbledore's office. Harley moved forward and walked into the very large and circular office with wide eyes and an amazed look on her face. She momentarily forgot about her anger as she gazed around the room.

"Hello Harley. You wanted to see me?" Albus Dumbledore questioned pleasantly from behind his desk. His hands were folded over each other and placed on the desk as he looked at the girl that stood in the middle of the room. Harley snapped out of her amazement and walked forward. Stepping up the steps she stopped behind the chairs where Professor Snape and Professor Quirrell sat.

"Yes sir. It's about the article The Dailey Prophet wrote about me." Harley stated with a dark look on her face. She really hated this fame thrust upon her. Who would want to be famous for defeating a dark wizard who killed your parents in the process? She sure didn't.

"Ah yes. I was afraid this would happen." Dumbledore sighed with a shake of his head. His long silver/white beard swayed with his movement as his kind blue eyes looked to Harley. Harley liked her Headmaster, he seemed kind and generous, and one of the few people she might actually be able to trust in this world.

"Did you know about me in the Orphanage?" Harley blurted out after a few moments of silence. The Professor's looked at Harley who stood with her arms crossed over her chest again in a defensive position. She looked like she was ready to fight someone at any given moment.

"I'm afraid I didn't." Dumbledore frowned as he looked at the young eleven year old. His own wise sky blue eyes looked into Harley's bright emerald green eyes that looked more mature than an eleven year olds should be. "I had assumed you were taken in by the Dursley's." He paused for a moment, making sure Harley didn't have a question or something to say. When she didn't, he continued. "I did not realize that you were never taken in by your relatives. We had never thought you weren't at Number 4, seeing as we didn't realize until recently that the girl at Number 4 was in fact Delora Dursley, and not you." Harley felt hurt at his words and frowned. Taking a seat in one of the chairs before the desk she spoke slowly and tiredly.

"Do you know any idea of who would do this to me?" Harley demanded with a closed off expression on her face. Dumbledore and the other Professors gazed at the girl before Dumbledore began to speak again.

"When I learned that you were at an Orphanage and not in your intended place, I sent Professor McGongall and Snape to acquire you. I am still working on who would do this to you." Harley sighed and rubbed her forehead with her fingertips. She leaned forward and placed her elbows on her knees with thought.

"If it possible for me to get adopted? Or at least placed in a place that isn't that horrible Orphanage?" Harley questioned with a frown. Her eyes begged her Headmaster to say yes as she stared at the older man. Albus's blue eyes sparkled, a kind smile graced his face as he intertwined his fingers together and tapped them against his lips.

"I'll see what I can do Harley." Dumbledore remarked. "I'll work on coming up with something." A large smile graced the raven-haired girls lips. The remarkable difference of Harley having a smile on her face and a frown or scowl was certainly a wonderful experience to see. Albus hoped that he made the right decision, when he came up with one, for Harley, so he'd see that smile on her face more often. He felt a connection with this girl, she had been through so much already and he wished that she wouldn't have to go through more horrible experiences, but it seemed fate had another plan. He felt like Harley was his granddaughter, someone that he wanted to make happy and be able to talk to her when she needed someone to talk to. "It seems that you also changed your intended room into the boys dorm? Is that correct?" Albus questioned with a raise of his eyebrow in amusement. Harley gave a small shrug, her face burning red with embarrassment.

"Yes sir. I know it's against school rules…but…well I have more friends with the boys, then girls and didn't have a bed in the girls dorm room." Harley stated. "So…I thought it'd be okay to remain in the boys dorm room for school."

A chuckle escaped Dumbledore's lips as he looked Harley in the eyes. "I see. Well, I see no foul in your remaining in the boy's dorm room, as long as you follow school policy about girls and boys." A look of disgust crossed Harley's face at what Dumbledore meant.

"Of course sir. Nothing with happen between me and my friends." Harley stated, assuring her Headmaster that nothing would ever happen that shouldn't. "They're my best friends."

"Now, I believe you have a game to go play." Dumbledore stated with a wink. A smile crossed Harley's lips as she nodded and stood from her chair.

"Thank you sir. Professor McGongall, Professor Snape, Professor Quirrell." Harley gave a nod to the respected individuals before turning on her heel and wandering down the staircase and out of the office. As soon as Harley left the office with the shut of the door everything stayed silent for a long moment.


Minerva slowly turned her sharp gaze to Albus. "Is that really wise letting the girl stay in the boys dorm room?" Minerva questioned sharply. Albus's bright sky blue eyes sparkled in amusement as he looked to Minerva.

"Of course my dear Minnie. I trust Harley to know that nothing will happen." The Headmaster of Hogwarts replied with a smile. As a serious look crossed his face he spoke gravely. "What I'm worrying about now is who would take Harley from the doorstep of the Dursley's home on Private Drive and place her in an Orphanage." Thick heavy silence fell over the Professors as they looked at one another.

"I'm not sure Dumbledore. What I do know is we need to figure out who did it and why." Snape stated from his spot in the chair on the left side of the room. "We also need to figure out what to do with the girl. "Does she stay in the Orphanage, get adopted or go to the Dursley's?" At his question more silence fell over the students. This was going to be a very difficult decision to make over Harley Potter.


Well, Chapter Nine is done..took a little longer than normal.

Now we know Dumbledore had nothing to do with it. The Dursley's didn't have a clue that Harley was an orphan and Lily and James Potter were dead. Which is interesting.

Who would want to put Harley in an Orphanage and for what? What do you think is the reason? Perhaps, to make her like Tom Riddle aka Voldemort or perhaps to make it easier for Voldemort to find her? Or maybe it doesn't even have to do with Voldemort but something entirely different? Can anyone take a guess on who that mysterious figure cloaked in black was that took Harley as a baby and put her in the Orphanage was?

Hmm, yes I know I didn't make Harley angry as angry as before, but she didn't have a reason to be furious like in the first version. I mean, Dumbledore had nothing to do with it. They all thought she was at the Dursley's because they thought Delora was Harley.

R&R like usual. It makes me smile when I get supportive and good criticism. Bad criticism may make me feel a little bad, but it just tells me the things I need to change. Though I hope you all like what I'm writing and keep giving me reviews. They keep me going!

Your Writer,

TheWeepingRaven