Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Author Notes: So, this idea came to me while reading Harriet Potter and the Minister of Magic by slytherin-nette.
I didn't take anything from the story itself besides the background story for Harriet. The fact that Lily died and James became obsessed with destroying what was left of the dark to the point of neglecting his daughter.
Harry is obviously a girl in this. ()
If you read the first chapter of that story you'll understand this. James doesn't really know Harriet, witch is compounded by the fact that he doesn't believe her when she tells him about Snape's bias against her, and also his insistence that she's becoming too 'tomboyish' shows how he cares more of how she is seen by the public as the Minister daughter, and not if she's happy.
I know this may seem a bit rushed, I didn't actually intended to post this when I wrote it in september, but I was re-reading it two days ago and a plot bunny assalted me. I'll talk more about it at the end of the story.
Trigger Warning: Rape and Suicide. I didn't do anything graphic, I think, but the warning is here to make sure.
The Last Straw
Draco Malfoy witheld a frown as he watched Harriet Potter walk by in the hallway.
The girl had the same blank expression she held on ever since her name came out of the goblet. The same expression that never gave way when she received hollers from her father and godfather both, she'd just sat in there staring at the red envelopes as they berated her for her foolishness, and stupidity, and attention seeking ways in putting her name in the goblet.
It never seemed to waver, that expression, as if nothing got to her. Not the jeerings, taunts and jokes. Not the stinging hexes or tripping hexes, or when they cut the strap of her bag and she had to pick up all of her stuff from the floor. Neither did the lions badmouthing her and ever increasing hostility from Hufflepuff.
When before Potter had a fiery temper that matched her auburn hair, now it was as if she wasn't there anymore. She barely blinks in the face of Snape's usual insults when before she would have been gritting her teath to hold back from insulting him back and getting even worse punishments, not that she always managed.
For Harriet, the month leading up to the first task was a nightmare.
She was indignant when no one, not the Headmaster, not the professors or ministry officials believed her when she said she didn't put her name in the goblet.
But she at first thought that she would have her friends suport, after all they knew her better than that. When they said that it was just something else that she was doing trying to get her fathers attention, she realized that they really weren't her friends at all, if they didn't see how much she hated the limelight.
So she locked all emotion behind her occlumency, which she learned from the Potter library in the longs periods of time she spent there.
And when her father's and godfather's hollers came she wasn't surprised, well, she wasn't surprised with her father's holler. Sirius's holler hurt a little, she'd thought that he knew her the best, but it looked like she was mistaken.
Harriet intended to power through this tournament, using the fact that they forced her into a Ministry endorsed event that was made specifically for off age students to get an emancipation. Then she would, during summer at the Ministry, get her Owls in Muggle Studies, Care for Magical Creatures and History of Magic, which were the easiest to get, so nobody would contest her wand rights for being too young, as the law said that you needed at least one Owl, at least Acceptable, to have wand rights.
She had already contacted Gringotts about the emancipation, but they needed to wait until after the first task so it couldn't be contested that she was part of the contest, and thus to be considered of age.
But all of those plans didn't count for something happening.
A week before the first task, Harriet was going to the classroom she camped in, after her roommates made clear that she wasn't welcomed in their room anymore. When a stunner went flying at her she just mannaged to dogde it, but then two more followed and her world went black.
What she woke up to, was a nightmare.
She was bent over a desk, tied to it without being able to move at all, her mouth was gagged and there was a blindfold covering her eyes.
But she still had a clear picture of what was happening.
She was completely naked and there someone behind her, she could feel him violating her over and over again.
In her horror and shock Harriet could barely make out other people in the room, joking about her and calling her dirty things.
It felt like hours. They kept trading places and she was forced to endure all of them, she didn't knew how many, violating her.
When they were finished they left the room and what felt like hours afterwards, but was just half an hour, their rope, gag and blindfold spells wore off and she was free from the restrictions and saw that it all happened in the room where she had been sleeping. The only place she thought to be safe from the rest of the school.
That night she spent huddled in a corner in a room on the seventh floor that Dobby took her to, after she asked for a shower in a place where no one would be able to find her.
The room was a suite with a four poster bed, wardrobe and desk that would be perfeft for making homework, but that would stay unused.
There was a door that led to a great bathroom with a shower and bath that she spent a great deal of time under, only leaving when her skin was red from both the hot water and from her scrubbing it too hard.
The bed was the most comfortable bed she ever laid in, but being in the middle in the room in such a big bed left her feeling vulnerable. So she took the covers and pillows and huddled in a corner.
Harriet initiated a hug with Dobby for the first time when he appeared, without her asking, with a tray of potions for healing that she knew she needed but would never approach Madam Pomfrey for it, in this situation.
Harriet spent the next week in the room.
She didn't left for classes or meals, or anything. Harriet huddled in that corner, staring into space, not noticing the tears falling down her face, sometimes she wrote in her diary, which Dobby brought her. And she only ate when the house elf pestered her, not noticing the passing of time and the way her stomach growled.
When the time for the first task came, Harriet dressed and went down to the Champions tent mechanically.
She didn't react when they had to choose a miniature dragon out of a sack and she didn't noticed the worried and guilty looks the other champions sent her. Seeing her looking so pale, thin and apathetic made them rethink their previous conclusions about her being an attention seeking brat.
One by one the champions went to face their dragon, shooting one last worried glance at Harriet, who kept staring at a random point on the floor, her wand held loosely in her hand.
When it was her time Harriet stood up and walked out of the tent and into the corridor that led her to the enclosure with the dragon.
Even before walking into the enclosure she could hear the dragons roars and the crowd's taunts, jeers and booing.
When she left the corridor she looked around, seeing all those faces mocking her, the sneers and laughing faces. Sirius, Remus and James were there. In the Ministry box she could see them.
James had a stony face on, refusing to look in her direction. Sirius seemed a bit afraid for her but his expression was more of a 'how could you put yourself in this situation?' instead of 'how could someone endanger my goddaughter?' Remus was pale, looking between Harriet and the dragon, but his expression was something close to 'now you see the danger?'
Seeing that her family genuinely believed her to have entered this stupid tournament herself made something break inside of her.
She didn't realized but tears started to roll down her face as she faced the dragon.
Very few people in the stand noticed the tears, but those who did became silent, realising something was very wrong.
But nobody was ready to see Harriet Potter, the Girl-Who-Lived, start walking to the dragon, wand held in hand by her side, ignored.
The horntail took noticed of her and the stands were filled with chatter about what she was doing.
But it all turned to screams of horror when the dragon openned it's mouth to release fire and Harriet did nothing.
When the fire came at her, she let go of her wand, letting it fall to the ground, and closed her eyes.
Author's Note: The idea I had starts the same, but she doesn't commit suicide. She says a big Fuck You to Britain and leaves.
I'll be posting it next week, it'll probably be a one-shot, but a few thousand words instead of just one.
So, I hope you liked this one, RR please.
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