So, I changed this story because I didn't like some things about it. In this story, there's no 'FemHarry ends up in another world' thing – the HP characters are already in the Daredevil/Defenders world, in a true crossover. But there's no wizarding world here, no HP-magic. But characters (or 'variants' of HP characters, I should say) will appear in this story (not the entire cast though, obviously – lots of familiar faces though).

FemHarry will replace Jessica Jones (Jessica's parents never died in a car accident, she never was experimented on by IGH and she was never 'adopted' by Trish's mother, though they both exist in this world, just not in the 'roles' we know them as; Trish has still her Trish Talk, but her and Jessica don't know each other), Karen Page and Claire Temple (more like her role in canon when it comes to Matt, in the sense that Matt won't need Claire to cure him, so they don't even meet but she still exists and she will still be involved with Luke Cage and Danny Rand's story). Karen's brother never died, she never left college, and she eventually moved to Chicago where she became an investigative journalist there.

(BTW, I really love these characters, especially Jessica, but it's necessary for this story and the way I plan to twist canon events to fit my story. You'll see). Also, this story will eventually follow the Defenders' events, but it will be different from canon.

I also changed slightly the time setting of HP. FemHarry (whose name will be Harriet 'Harry' Evans) is born in 1990 instead of 1980. That means that FemHarry is 25 in 2015, when the story actually starts (as in, when the Daredevil events start). Matt is 28.

FemHarry had an accident when she was 10 (in April 2000, when Jessica had her accident in canon) and like in canon Jessica got her powers after (because of IGH), so did FemHarry got powers as well – but FemHarry's powers are not the same as Jessica (or not entirely; I can tell you she's not super-strong like Jessica is in canon). Also, FemHarry is not a P.I. yet, but she will eventually become one.

By the way, I imagine FemHarry to look like Danielle Campbell (though curvier in the chest department) because when I imagine FemHarry most of the time I think of her.

Also, warning, MENTIONS OF PAST RAPE/NON-CON for FemHarry and present(future) rape/non-con in the case of Hope Shlottman (Kilgrave stuff, you know, like in canon) but nothing graphic. Also, mentions of child abuse (like canon, Dursleys' stuff).

Anyway, read and review! Tell me what you think!

Chapter 1

10th January, 2015, Interrogation Room, 15th Precinct Police Station – Hell's Kitchen (NYC), USA

Harry sat in the interrogation room of the Hell's Kitchen police station, one hand cuffed to the desk, berating herself for her stupidity and her obsessive need to stick her nose into things that were none of her business. Perhaps, she did go looking for trouble, after all.

Daniel Fisher didn't deserve this. It was all her fault. She brought him into this and now he was dead. She should have just pretended she had never read that damn file, never saw it, never opened it.

The door opened, distracting her from her thoughts. Four men entered the room, two of them detectives, she presumed.

"Okay, can we please take the handcuffs off the 110-pound woman?" A blond, chubby man asked the detectives.

His companion, a handsome, brown-haired man with red glasses obscuring his eyes, and a cane – blind, then – followed him inside.

"Miss Evans, can you tell me who these men are?" one of the detectives asked her.

Harry didn't answer. I would like to know the same thing.

"We're her lawyers," the handsome one said. "Uncuff our client and give us the room, please."

One of the detectives uncuffed her. "Thank you, Detective," the blind lawyer said – and then both detectives left the room.

"Miss Evans, my name is Matt Murdock. This is my associate, Foggy Nelson. Do you mind if we sit down?"

Harry shrugged, keeping her face void of expression.

"She gave a vague shrug," the blond man – Foggy Nelson – said. "I say we go with it."

"We understand you're in some trouble," Murdock said, once he and Nelson had sat down. "We, uh, may be able to help."

"Can you tell us what happened?" Nelson asked her.

Harry kept mum.

Nelson sighed at her stubborn silence. "Why don't we start with what we know, then? You were found in your apartment with one Daniel Fisher."

"Who appears to be the victim of a homicide," Murdock continued for his colleague. "And currently, you're the only suspect, Miss Evans."

"Okay, one – who the hell are you? And two, who sent you?"

Murdock smiled at her, a cocky, lopsided smile that suited him very well.

"I'm Matt," Murdock said, before pointing at Nelson next to him. "He's Foggy. And, as for, who sent us. No one sent us."

"So, what? You're just a couple of Good Samaritans? Today's just my lucky day?" She scoffed.

"I bribed the desk sergeant with a box of cigars for his mom," Nelson explained.

"Our practice is relatively young, Miss Evans, and we are aggressively pursuing new clientele," Murdock said before addressing Nelson. "You gotta stop giving Bess cigars."

"She likes to smoke, Matt. It's a free country."

Harry observed them, a little bewildered. They were clearly friends as well as colleagues, she could tell from their banter. Perhaps, what they had told her was the truth. Perhaps, they were simply looking for a client to represent, nothing more, nothing less.

If that was true, then, she found it strange that they hadn't chosen someone easier to represent, someone who didn't look as guilty as she did – someone whose innocence would be easier to prove.

She didn't trust lawyers, as a rule. They were just a step below politicians in her list of categories of people she didn't trust, and one step above journalists. Mostly because, instead of being interested in defending innocent people, they always cared more about making money. Most lawyers would represent the most awful human beings on the planet, as long as those awful human beings would be able to pay them.

"So, how long have you been practicing law?" Harry asked them.

Murdock grinned and asked Nelson, "what time is it?"

Nelson checked his watch. "It's 12:22 AM."

"About seven hours," Murdock answered, turning in her direction.

Nelson scoffed. "Well, if you go from when we passed the bar…"

"I was going from when we got our own desks."

Nelson nodded at Murdock's words. "Oh, then, yeah. Seven hours."

Harry widened her eyes, torn between amused and worried. She was running the risk of spending her life in jail, after all.

"You've never done this before?"

"If you were to hire us, then, yes, you would be our first client."

"Well, I don't have any money, so…" She shrugged, wondering what they were going to answer to that.

"Well, it was lovely to meet you, Miss Evans." Nelson went to rise from the chair he was sitting on, obviously intending to leave but a hand on his shoulder from his partner stopped him in his tracks.

Murdock turned in her direction, smiling at her. "You don't have any money and we don't have any clients. Maybe we can help each other."

Harry didn't verbally answer in the affirmative but she had to admit she was impressed. There were very few lawyers who would take on a case such as hers without even getting paid for it.

Murdock turned serious and asked her, "tell me, how did you know Mr. Fisher?"

"We worked together," Harry answered.

Nelson pulled a notebook out of the pocket of his jacket, ready to take notes. "And your place of employment?" He asked.

"Union Allied Construction. I'm a secretary. Daniel worked downstairs in Legal."

"And how long have you been working there?" Murdock asked her.

"Not long. A year, more or less."

"And what was the nature of your relationship with Daniel Fisher?" Nelson asked her this time.

"I didn't know him very well. But he was always nice. I asked him if he would have a drink with me."

"You asked him?" Murdock asked her.

"Yes, but it wasn't anything romantic. He was married and with a child. And I don't sleep with married men, if that's what you're implying. I didn't have an affair with him and I have no idea how the hell we ended up in my apartment, since I met with him at the Three Roads bar, on 49th Street, at least three blocks from where I live."

Nelson raised his hands in a placating gesture and asked her, "Alright. And what happened yesterday at this meeting?"

Harry sighed. "We had a few drinks, and the next thing that I remember is waking up on the floor of my apartment covered in blood. His blood." At the lawyers' meaningful silence, she added, "Look, I'm not stupid. I know how this sounds. But it's what happened. We met at the bar. We had a few drinks and I have no idea what happened after that. I only know that it wasn't me.

"Someone is clearly going out of their way to make it seem like I did, though. They must have drugged my drink or something, it's the only thing that makes sense." They had caught her off-guard, whoever they were. And it must have been a potent drug too or a very heavy dose, since, with her accelerated metabolism, drugs and alcohol wouldn't really affect her in the way they normally would a woman of her build.

She deserved to go to jail, she knew that, but if they arrested her for this murder, nobody would bother looking for Daniel's real killer. If everyone believed her guilty, Daniel's murderer would remain unpunished. "I swear I didn't kill him."

Murdock nodded. "I believe you, Miss Evans."

10th January, 2015, Nelson & Murdock Law Office – Hell's Kitchen (NYC), USA

"I'm friends with Gary Feinstein in the DA's office. I'll give him a call first thing in the morning, see where their heads are at," Foggy said, walking up and down the office, a ball in his hand he would throw in the air and then catch again. "I'm guessing they're gonna puff their chests, but they have to know murder two's a risk. We end up at manslaughter, we get the right judge, - maybe she's out in five to 10."

Matt shook his head, hands on his hips to emphasize his unmovable stance on the situation. "We're not taking a deal."

"No, this is why they have deals, Matt," Foggy protested. "So, the straightforward cases don't waste everybody's time."

"I don't think she did it." Matt knew she didn't. Harriet Evans was innocent. He heard her heartbeat, strong but steady, when she swore she didn't kill Daniel Fisher – she was telling the truth. Not that he could tell Foggy that. Therefore, someone was trying to frame her. But who? And why?

Matt heard Foggy stop his pacing. He shook his head in exasperation, blond locks slapping his cheeks. "She's the sole suspect, found at the scene, covered in blood, with the murder weapon and no defensive wounds. If they offer anything it'll be a gift, and we will take that gift. We do not want this to go to trial."

"They don't want this to go to trial, either. Why hasn't she been charged yet?"

"They have 24 hours. And it's the weekend. They're gonna take every last second to collect the evidence before they move."

It was Matt's turn to shake his head, denying his friend's words. "They've got the evidence. You just laid it out yourself. This is a good arrest, Foggy. We should already be reading about it in the papers. There's something not right about this case. I can feel it."

"You can feel it?" Foggy's words brimmed with skepticism and something else he couldn't identify. Matt frowned in confusion.

"All right, I'm just gonna say this once, and we can move on," Foggy said. "You don't necessarily show the best judgment when beautiful women are involved, Matt."

"How would I even know if she's a beautiful woman?" Matt immediately replied, though, of course, he knew Harriet Evans was beautiful.

He could tell from the sound of her voice, from her scent – lemon and lily of the valley –, the rhythm of her heartbeat, her breathing. He knew she was young – not older than 25 years old –, petite and delicate. He could tell from the way she would play with her hair – slightly wavy hair that reached her back; he could tell from the way she would bite her lip. The only signs of nervousness she had been willing to show during their meeting at the precinct, gestures she did unconsciously.

All things he couldn't tell Foggy though.

"I don't know," Foggy answered his question, bringing Matt out of his thoughts. "It's kinda spooky, actually. But if there's a stunning woman with questionable character in the room, Matt Murdock's gonna find her and Foggy Nelson is gonna suffer."

Matt chuckled. "All right, I don't disagree with anything you're saying."

"Thank you," Foggy said.

"But I need you to back me, anyway," Matt continued, almost speaking over Foggy.

Foggy groaned, the sound muffled by his hands. "All right. Fine. Let's start with the obvious, then. If she didn't do it, who did? We're dead in the water if we don't give them an alternative."

"Agreed," Matt said, happy he had convinced Foggy to see it his way.

"We need to take another run at our client," Foggy continued. "She may not be guilty, Matt, but that doesn't mean Miss Evans is telling the truth."

10th January, 2015, Jail Cell – Hell's Kitchen (NYC), USA

Harry was laying in her prison bed, feigning sleep. She heard the door of the cell opening. She remained immobile, on her side, her eyes closed, waiting.

A hand covered her mouth, to stop her from screaming, while a figure got on the bed, poised over her, attempting to strangle her with a bed sheet rope. "I'm sorry," the man attacking her said.

Harry fought back, kicking her assailant in the ribs and poking him the eye. The man was startled enough to let her go.

"Help," Harry screamed. "Help me!"