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Summary: Winter Rosa Potter has always been diffrent from people. Being a witch hadn't changed that due to her near death experiences. After nearly dying of hunger due to being forced home during the Christmas holidays in second year, she finds an odd fruit and eats it. She doesn't care if it could kill her, the school hating her and always being alone was already doing that. She was rather surprised to see the results of doing that, but she can't help it if she's happy with it. After all, it gave her what she wanted most in the end and that was enough for her. Fem!Harry. Ministry/Dumbledore/selective!Weasley!Bash!

Pairing: Fem! Harry, Winter/Trafalgar Law


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Chapter Nine


"So what was wrong with me?" I asked Madam Pomfrey after a week in the hospital wing.

"A rare potion called Hero's drive was in your system," The matron answered, "I have purged it from your system along with a few others," I stiffed at that, "I want you to come to the hospital wing every sunday. It will allow me to make sure you aren't being poisoned or potioned in anyway," I nodded softly as I stared at my hands, "If you feel sick at all, come to me immediately,"

"Yes Ma'am," I promised her.

"Good now off you go," She waved a hand at me, "It's almost time for lunch," I stood up from where I was sitting on the bed, "Do be careful of using your magic for a week especially if it is to transform into your animagus form," She chuckled at the wide eyed look I gave her, "I can tell when one is an animagus due to the number of years and people I've dealt with Ms. Potter," She frowned slightly, "Your ability is rather odd given that it doesn't rely on the magic inside of the body, but rather a seperate energy," Her eyes narrowed slightly, "Ms. Potter did you do anything over the break that would cause this?"

"Perhaps or perhaps not," She sighed at my lack of answer.

"I see, but do be careful as I wouldn't want one of my patients suffering," I began to walk away, "I will not be informing the headmaster of anything until it becomes a problem that I cannot deal with," I stopped moving and looked back at her in surprise, "I know you do not trust me or any of the adults at this school, but know that some of us do care for you,"

I only offered her a curt nod before leaving. She was right that I didn't trust the adults in the school because of the events of last year and so far this year except for Mcgonagall. She's diffrent from the rest.


A few hours later


I looked around the forbidden forest with curiosity as I moved slowly underneath it's canopy. The scents of the forest sang with winter though the scent of snow seemed weaker than before. It made me feel as if I too was getting weaker. I frowned deeply at the thought as I moved further into the trees. I didn't like feeling weak at all now that I got a taste of being strong. I sighed deeply and shook my head only to pause at the edge of a clearing with wonder. The odd horses that had drawn the carriages when the students had returned were clustered together. They were oddly beautiful in a deathly kind of way and gave off an oddly sweet, yet musky scent. I moved forward only to see someone else inside of it. A girl just a year younger than me with curly dirty blonde hair and wide, yet dreamy blue eyes was petting one of the odd horses. She looked up as I stepped inside, "Beautiful aren't they."

I nodded softly, "Yes they are. Who are you?"

"My name is Luna," She answered with a dreamy smile, "You are Winter Potter,"

"That I am," I smiled lightly before looking back at the horses, "What are they?"

"Thestrals," She answered as she looked at the horses, "Most people don't like them,"

"Thestrals aren't liked simply because most can't actually see them," I moved forward causing the thestrals to come closer, "They are seen as a sign of death because only those that have seen death can see them,"

I ran a hand through one of the thestrals mane's and was surprised to find that it was very warm. Luna spoke after a few seconds of silence, "You're a child of frost."

I froze before smiling as I closed my eyes lightly, "What are you Ms. Lovegood?"

"A child of storms though I'm a grandchild of dreams," I frown softly as my mind whispered that it was an unstable mix.

"An unstable mix," I murmur softly as I turn to her.

She actually flinched lightly causing me to frown. I moved towards her as she murmured, "Most say that."

I froze at those words before giving her a comforting smile. Another broken child like me, but she hasn't found anyone willing to fix the damage. I've had Hermione since last year and those I met on the island this year, but she didn't have anyone yet. She may not have anyone right now, but I'm here aren't I? I could help her fix the damage since I knew what it was like. I was perhaps the best person to help her and she could gain others to help as well. With that in mind, I resumed my movements and spoke softly as I reached her, "Unstable you maybe, but sometimes unstable is good."

She looked at me in surprise before smiling, "Broken, yet being fixed."

"Yes though I want to fix you as well little one," I held a hand out to her, "Want me to help you?"

She nodded and took my hand, "The nargles say that it would be a good idea."

I closed my eyes lightly as snow began to fall, "I'm glad little one. Call me Winter."

"Call me Luna," She replied as snow fell gently around us, "The nargles say that our paths being linked will be interesting,"

I let out a small laugh and shook my head lightly, "Being around me guarantees interesting little one. I'm me after all."


One Week Later


"Winter who is this?" Hermione asked me as I led Luna into the old classroom we had taken to using.

"'Mione meet Luna Lovegood," I smiled lightly, "She another child of the elements though she's a mix rather than just one," Luna smiled serenely at Hermione, "She's a child of storm and a grandchild of dreams," I turned my eyes to Luna, "Little one this is Hermione Granger. The person that began fixing me,"

"It's a pleasure to meet you Hermione," Luna smiled before saying, "You don't have wakaspurts crowding your mind like most people here,"

Hermione stared at her for a few moments before looking at me with a deadpan expression, "She's broken like you."

I gave her a sheepish smile even as Luna nodded, "Yeah, so maybe we can fix her up like you're fixing me."

She looked at me for all of five minutes before sighing with a small smile, "It seems like a trait of yours to pick up strays."

"At least the strays I pick up are house broken," I paused for a second before turning to Luna, "You're house broken right?"

"Yes," Luna cracked a smile as Hermione groaned softly.

"Winter you do not ask people that!" She tried to sound stern, but the smile on her face told otherwise.


A few days later


"Luna what are you reading?"

"Daddy's newspaper,"

"Why are you reading it upside down?"

Hearing that caught my attention and made me look up from my rather comfortable position on the giant pillow I managed to create. I looked at the newspaper and read the title as Luna turned to Hermione. My head tilted slightly to the side at seeing 'THE QUIBBLER' written in bold on the front. Interesting name, but not the weirdest name. I mentally shook myself as Luna answered the question, "Because the nargles say it will give me a better idea about what the words mean."

I blink at the answer before turning to my book and trying to read it upside down. I succeed for a few minutes only to gain a headache causing me to murmur, "Reading upside down causes headaches."

"Winter!" I looked at Hermione and almost flinched at seeing the disappointment in her eyes, "You shouldn't encourage her..."

I stopped paying attention to her words as my world went fuzzy only to clear moments later, but not in a way I was expecting...


Flashback


"SoXXX you shouldn't encourage him!" a slim young woman of average height with orange hair and light brown eyes growled from her place near me.

"Why Nami?" I asked her with a raised eyebrow and amusement flooding my senses, "Wouldn't it be better to let Luffy get it out now then for him to do it at a much less favorable and ,therefore, far more risky point in time when that skill would be needed, but only he could do it?"


End of Flashback


"...inter? Winter!" I flinch back upon seeing Hermione face so close to mine.

"GAH!" I ended up rolling off my pillow and landing on the floor, "Ow..."

"Winter are you alright?" She asked causing me to frown.

"Yeah why wouldn't I be?" I asked her as I got up and returned to my seat on my pillow.

"You zoned out," She answered causing me to frown, "Who are Nami and Luffy?"

I blinked and looked at her in confusion, "Huh?"

"You said, 'Why Nami?' and 'Wouldn't it be better to let Luffy get it out for now then for him to do it at a much less favorable and, therefore, far more risky point in time when that skill would be needed, but only he could do it?'," My eyes widen slightly upon hearing that, "So who are they?"

"I dunno," I shook my head, "But what I said still holds some sense to it,"

"How?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"We might stumble across something that's written upside down and need to read it, but none of us can," I pointed at Luna, "Luna learning it now will make it so that if we do end up in that situation, she can get us out of it,"

There was a moment of silence as Hermione tried to puzzle out what I had just said while I tried to figure out what had just happened to me. Luna however broke the silence and made me lose interest in the event for another far more interesting one that was becoming quite frequent, "Winter had wakaspurts floating around her head."

I could have sworn I heard Hermione's neck crack as she turned her attention to Luna, "They don't exist!"

I settled into a comfortable position as Boreas settled down next to me with a bowl of some type of candy that tasted really weird, but good. I popped one of the jaw breaker-like candies into my mouth and almost hum at the frosty taste that spread across my tongue with a slight hint of something electric as the show began.


A week later


I looked at the note sitting next to my notebook before glancing at the blonde haired giver as she passed me by. Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis hadn't spoken to me since we met on the carriage ride, but it seemed they were willing to do so now. Daphne nodded to me as she took a seat next to Tracey. I turned my attention to the note as the history class began. I mentally noted that the paper wasn't the parchment that we usually used, but something rather interesting. It had a slight bluish tint to it and radiated an aura that made something in me rumble with pleasure. It was really interesting and I made a mental note to ask where she got it later as I opened the note. Written in elegant script:

Dear Potter,

I as well as the other children of the spirits have been talking and reached a decision that will hopefully be agreeable to both Granger and you. After dinner tonight, someone will approach you and ask, 'Who is the first?"

You are to reply, 'Moon,'

Granger will reply, 'Sun,'

The person will then respond, 'True since we need both sun and moon to survive."

They will then lead you to where we all train and from there, we will speak. Bring your familiar and the changeling.

Until then,
Daphne Greengrass

I nodded and handed the note to Hermione as I looked at Daphne. She looked up from her book and nodded after a few moments. I turned when Hermione yelped and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The paper's ice cold," She whispered sharply.

I frowned before saying, "Greengrass gave it to me."

Hermione frowned, but didn't verbally respond as she looked at the note. Once she finished reading it, she looked at me, "It looks like this is it."

I nodded and my mind went to Luna, "We're bringing Luna."

"Why?" Hermione asked causing me to glare at her, "What?"

"She's one of us remember," I felt slightly confused over my protectiveness over the girl since we had only known each other for a little less than a few weeks, "We're bringing her to learn. We have to,"

"But what if-" Before Hermione could finish, I raised a hand to stop her.

"I'll send a message to Daphne and tell her about Luna," I wrote out a note and Boreas took it from me as I asked, "Boreas please take this note to Daphne and wait for a reply. I want to make sure she's able to come,"

"Of course," He replied and disappeared from my sight.

"There," I laid my head on my desk, "Wake me when he get's back with the message,"

I closed my eyes as I wondered why I acted the way I did. It was unlike me. Perhaps I should go to Professor Mcgonagall about it later on.

End of short chapter.