So Harry Potter story with a female Harry Potter ... this is different to me as i am not a woman, so if in the future of my chapters there are parts that aren't right regarding the female body or mannerisms; if your female, please point it out to me i would appreciate it.

Anyway with my Star Wars/Naruto story halted/stopped/on hiatus whatever you wanna call it i decided that i need to waste whatever time i have available to me nowadays and in regards to that i will be going through what documents i have uploaded here on the fanfic net and doing a bit of work with the stories, so slow updates if you can bear with that and i mean slow updates.

Now this story will be another crossover story and im thinking of a mix of elder scrolls and lord of the rings, a small mix as i plan to make this story Harry Potter Universe focused. (if that makes sense)

Regarding a pairing, that is not my focus right now writing a female character story i don't know how i'll do the romance so that is a 'to think on later then do'

First chapter will be small as ill try and make it be the 'set the scene' kind of chapter so bear with me here lol.

"Shouting!"

"Talking"

"whisper/Murmuring"

'thinking'

I dont own harry potter of course nor do i own Elder scrolls and Lotr ... obviously.

Heir Potter, Evelyn Rose,

Current Age - Five Years,

Current Status - Malnourished, Abused, Neglected, Stunted,

Current Location - Unknown,

Evelyn Rose Potter was a small malnourished, neglected and abused five year old girl. Since as long as she could remember, she had been living with her 'family' The Dursley's.

And for some reason, for as long as she could remember, they have been treating her not as family but as a blight on their family reputation, as a stain that could not be removed.

Abused Physically and Mentally, Malnourished from lack of proper foods, Neglected and Stunted, Evelyn in her five year old mind, knew that what was happening to her wasn't right, she knew from the brief glances of the outside world, that how she was treated was not how every other child was treated in a family (she didn't count her mean cousin of course) but she also knew that she couldn't do anything about her situation.

Asking for more food resulted in either a verbal lashing and sometimes a physical hit upon her body, crying too loudly, resulted in near much the same result.

How was it that she came to this house, to this family. She did not know and she hated that, she didn't like her 'family' she eventually learned, even at her young age, to not speak back or even speak at all in some cases.

But one day after finally being 'deemed ready' of doing chores, she was sent to clean the house attic, and being the young child she was, she was afraid of going up into that dark area of the house but she knew that she could not complain as it would result in her 'Uncle' punishing her for not doing as told.

And so while her 'Family' sat in their comfortable chairs and watched Television, little Evelyn was up in the dark attic, alone and crying from fright and slight pain from previous 'interaction' with her family.

She knew she had to clean the attic, or else it would be painful for her when her 'Uncle' came to retrieve her and set her on another chore. And as she dealt with the darkness, cobwebs and occasional spider, she started to slowly clean the attic.

It was a slow process, she was small and young and obviously didn't have much muscle on her so moving things was slow going, but as she cleared away some old boxes, she saw a battered looking chest, it was very odd for young Evelyn to see, it looked ... old.

But for some reason just by seeing it, something called to her from that old looking chest, she didn't know why she was being 'called' to the chest and before she knew it, not even realizing that she had moved, her hands were grappling the lid of the chest trying to open it.

She had to open it.

She just had to.

With all that she could, her very body burning from the extreme force that she pushed herself to just to open the chest, did the lid part open slightly, and a bright light shown out from the cracks.

Surprised by the sudden light, she let go of the chest and flung herself back, expecting the chest to close itself, only to realize that, somehow, the lid of the chest had forced itself completely open, light completely engulfing the dark attic.

Evelyn sat on the dirtied floorboards of the attic trying to understand what was going on, and why she was hearing what sounded like ... was that singing she was hearing.

When she realized that it was indeed singing that she was hearing, her very being opened up to the song, the soft lyrics and tune flowing through her, easing her from her fright and confused self.

And when she felt that she was at complete peace, as if there was nothing wrong with the world as if everything was 'Okay' did the song stop, jolting her out of her Song induced euphoria (Dont know how to word this correctly sorry) and when she focused her eyes towards the chest, did she see the light coming from the chest dimming and eventually disappearing, she sat there stumped on what had happened. Picking her self up from the floorboards, she made her self move towards the Chest.

She jumped back in fright however, when a small but solid object came flying out of the unknown depths that were the old looking chest.

Evelyn knew that sitting and doing nothing while something had flown out of a chest, flown or thrown of all things, would accomplish nothing, so once again she picked her self up and moved to where she saw the object land.

While it was dark in the attic, now that the light had disappeared from the chest, she did eventually find what looked like a book, it was small and looked worn out but she knew it was book, having felt what seemed like paper from between the covers.

And because it was dark, she couldn't see that the front of the book had a large symbol engraved on it, that which looked like a snowflake.

She wouldn't find out until she had light of course and when she heard her 'Aunt' calling to her from the attic entrance in the hallway, she knew that if her 'Family' found what she was holding, they would no doubt take it from her.

"Coming Aunt Petunia!" She yelled aloud, or as loud as she could, thankfully loud enough that her 'Aunt' heard her.

Turning towards the Attic Entrance, she remembered that she was still holding the strange book, looking around she saw the still opened chest and decided to leave the strange book near it. She would come back another day with a proper light source to find out exactly what the book was and what might be in it.

She would only return to the Attic after a week had passed, after spending time in her 'bedroom' under the stairs for apparently stealing a small flashlight that belonged to her 'Cousin', while she had stolen it, she hid it very well, while it was painful for her, due to her 'Uncle' beating her for theft, she was able to return to the Attic, as punishment her 'Uncle' had bluntly told her.

When she was sure that her 'Uncle' had left the Attic Entrance, she pulled out the flashlight she had stolen from within her very large and baggy clothing, her 'cousins' hand me downs

With a proper source of light, she went about finding the book that she had recovered and hid earlier that week, finding it she saw a snowflake engraved on the very front of the book, it was strange to her as there was no title.

With a very 'what can you do?' look on her five year old face, she opened the book.

To blank pages.

Blank

Pages

She sighed, "Well that was a waste of time" she murmured to herself. Giving out another sigh, she slowly started to close the book, only for her flashlight to flicker and dim and another source of light start to appear this time from the book itself.

Giving a yelp of surprise, she tried to throw the book away but found her hands clamped hard onto the book, not knowing why her hands refused her mental commands, she tried her best to hide herself or rather shield herself from whatever may come out of the book.

Giving small glances she saw that the light, had started to float as if dust had clumped together seperately and just start floating in the air (particles)

She was starting to freak out and when she saw that clumps of floating light started moving towards her, did she really start to panic and freak out, she couldn't shout aloud for help as she knew that would result in her being punished, so she resulted to moving away from the lights as best she could but it was to no avail as the lights kept following her.

Freaking out even more she forced her eyes shut and awaited whatever might happen.

She felt the light touch her, she felt it enter her somehow as if the light was melting into her skin and then her very being.

And with this feeling, came the sudden pain of words and unknowns within her mind, she felt something stir within her and felt something new and strange slowly flow throughout her body, it was a strange but calming feeling.

When her the sudden pain from whatever had appeared in her head slowly disappearing, she opened her eyes and saw the finale bits of light disappear into her skin, the book within her hands fell to the floorboards with a small, quiet thump.

Looking down towards it she saw it completely blackened, as if a fire had claimed it but left it whole.

Picking up the now blackened covered book, she for some reason felt that it was now useless, it was unknown to her why she felt this feeling, but instinctively and as if her body was on autopilot, did she throw the book back into the chest.

And with a sudden slam did the chest close the moment the book entered its unknown depths.

A Slam that echoed throughout the house.

With dread filling her body, she heard the loud thumping that only her 'Uncle' could make, making his way closer to the attic.

She knew that soon she would be in pain.

And she knew, unknowingly, that the coolness of cold, of Frost, would help her with whatever wounds or injuries her body would soon receive.

Within the dark confines of the chest, a mass or being unknown even to the author of this story, seemed to radiate a sense of satisfaction.

It would eventually find its way out of the chest, of its container, and with its return, the world of which Evelyn Potter lived on, would be changed forever.

In Good ways or Bad

So this is the first chapter of this story, a prologue really but to me its Chapter 1!

anyway, for clarification, i will set this story as Harry Potter/ElderScrolls as to me the Elderscrolls stuff will be more present in the story than the LotR stuff.

Anywho i hoped this will interest you and like usual leave a review if you have positive criticism or suggestions (or eventually in the case of the unknown female stuff that i might get wrong; corrections)

As i said in my above Author note, there will be slow updates so try not to be too inpatient alright, it takes time to do things and i do appreciate the waiting as i am not like other Fanfiction writers, who can smash a chapter out in an hour and be shitting stories out as they had taken laxatives. (no offense to them of course lol)

Anyway im off and ill get around to the next chapter when i can so stay tuned i guess.