Magic AU. Fem. Harry (Rosemary). Magic exists but is used without a wand. Magic users are known to the general public but also feared and hunted.

He saw her first in television. She was interviewed about the political campaign he was leading for his election as mayor of their city. Her commentary was very short, intelligently said and in his favour because he stood for equality. She didn't smile though and he felt as if she was suppressing something. He didn't even catch her name and soon forgot about her because of all the things he needed to do for the mayoral race.

He saw her again a few months later. He had been elected as the new mayor and was visiting the christmas fair in the old town centre. There was a play on the stage - probably a comedy, the audience laughed a lot - and she had a leading role. He was too far away to understand anything but she seemed to be very good.

He tried to get a better view but his colleagues surrounded him soon and led him to another booth.

On his way home later that night, snow had started falling heavily. The temperature had dropped quickly and the ground was frozen and very slippery. His colleagues had taken a taxi home but he had preferred to walk.

Somewhere in a dark alley he had to pass, a few hooded men suddenly blocked his way. One of them raised his hand and pointed it at his chest. A strong, invisible force pushed him back and smashed him against a wall. They were magic users. Probably those who hated all kind of politicians because it was a politician who suppressed, imprisoned or even killed them. Their president Bartemius Crouch, whose parents had been murdered by magic users when he had been just a child. He had feared them since then and strove to become president to kill them all of. Although he hadn't managed the genocide he at least forced them into hiding. Some magic users rebelled against the president and caused mischief or chaos. Then there was a rumour about a group of magic users operating underground. Kind of like an organisation. They found magic users after their birth and spirited them away. They taught them and after a thorough education they were integrated back into society, working in mundane jobs. Becoming invisible. Or so they said.

He had never met a magic user before and had always hoped that his rencounter with one would be on a much friendlier scale. But he probably wasn't that lucky tonight.

He opened his eyes and focused on the four men. One of them raised his hand. Again.

'Stop it, Avery. Killing the mayor will only bring you more trouble than you will ever want to have.' A female voice ordered from his left.

'Potter.' The magic user said while lowering his hand. 'We just wanted to beat him up a little.'

'Why? To make him hate us, too? He is one of the only politicians who doesn't hate us outright. He promised us the closest thing to safety and anonymity we can get in this town or even in this damn country. I don't want to blow it!'

'Yes, Ma'am!' Avery answered and with a soft popping sound and very little protest they vanished. The woman sighed and walked over to him. Her muted steps were getting closer until she stopped at his side and kneeled down.

'Everything will be alright, Sir. You will be healed in no time.' She placed her hands on the sides of his face and a strange force surged through him. His pain vanished and his vision cleared. He turned his head and found himself looking into emerald green eyes. Her eyes. She gave him a soft smile before getting up again. 'They will leave you alone now, Sir. They know not to disobey my orders.' She stepped back, the falling snow melting in her hair. 'Have a nice evening!' And then she was gone in the blink of an eye.

He researched her in the internet the next day. He only had her surname. Potter. But after adding many different tags he found her.

Rosemary Potter. Actress and singer at the local theater. No one famous. Living at her family's house in the western suburb, Godric's Hollow. The part of town, were the old and rich families lived. He even found an address. He wrote it down and canceled his meetings for the afternoon. He left to buy some flowers ere driving to the address he had found, hoping that it was the right one and that she was at home. After parking the car, he took the flowers and walked along the many old and noble houses until he came to her family's house. It was grand and impressive but also very elegant, completely built from sandstone and in an old regency style, with columns, stairs, door knockers and wide windows.

After opening the front gate and walking down the small drive, he rang the bell and waited at the large entrance door. Nothing happened for a few seconds until he could hear movement inside. An elderly looking man opened the door.

'How may I help you, Sir?' He was asked in a polite voice. K. Reacher was stitched on a nametag on the fine uniform he wore.

'I am looking for Miss Potter. To thank her for her help.' The man nodded and stepped aside to let him enter.

'I will lead you to the blue drawing room, Sir and tell my mistress to find you there!'

'I thank you, Mr. Reacher!' He was then led to a room on the ground floor, decorated in many different but matching blue colours. Some paintings of long dead nobles decorated the wall. Probably her family? He thanked the man - K. Reacher - again before he was left all by himself. Looking around the room for a second time, he found old photographs on the mantelpiece and a strange family crest stitched on the many table clothes. Curious, he walked closer to inspect it.

'This is the crest of the Ravenclaw Family. My mother's ancestors.' He spun around and found her leaning against the door frame, her arms crossed and her black hair tied back loosely with an emerald ribbon. She was wearing a soft, grey pullover and dark, black leather pants. Her feet were covered with high, black boots. 'How may I help you, Mr. Lennox?' He watched her for a few seconds before he walked over and offered her the flowers he had brought.

'I wanted to thank you, Miss Potter.' She took the flowers carefully.

'That wasn't necessary, Sir.' A soft smile appeared on her face. 'But you are welcome.' She became serious once more. 'If you truly want to thank me, Sir, I would ask you to keep what you know about me a secret.'

'I can do that.' He stepped a little closer, forcing her to look up because he was a very tall man. 'Are you agreeable to having a cup of tea with me?'

'Do you really want to date a witch? I could poison you with love potions or manipulate your mind.'

'You wouldn't do this or you wouldn't have stopped the men from harming me further.' He gave her his most charming smile. 'And yes, I want to take you out on a date because I don't care that you are a magic user. I would like to get to know you.'

'In that case I wouldn't mind having some tea with you.'

AN: I have some more ideas for this story (with some drama ere they can have their HEA) but I keep them stored away in my head for the moment... Maybe I will continue it at another point in time. Or maybe I won't...