Annnnnd...Here we are. I said I wasn't gonna do it. I said I wasn't gonna start a new project while working on my other one but here we are! Wanna keep this part short. For those who have followed me and find this please give it a look and let me know what you think. The next chapter of Legends are Made will be coming but I can't say when. I've had a lot going on with work and stuff. To those that just find this in itself please take a look at my other works and let me know what you think. Please drop a fave, a follow, and also comments on this and any of my other works you look at. Let's get this show on the road!


Prologue:

The sun could be seen shining down on the two story cottage home located at the far edge of Hogsmeade Wizarding village.

The houses siding was a dark rustic brown, with brilliant double set stained glass windows for every room of the house, the front landing stoop being five upward leading steps of concrete with black metal railing that would bring you to the dark red wooden door with a jet black dragon head knocker that would lead inside.

Upon entering said home one would immediately be overtaken by the coziness that permeated from the living room. The light beige walls being decorated with a vast number of picture frames, showing many different moving smiling faces in them. The furniture was all of either a light cherry or simple light brown color, blending nicely with the solid wooden floors that gave a magnificent shine on the parts that weren't covered with earthy colored throw rugs.

To the very far left in the living room one would see the stairs that would take one to the upper floor of the house, and to the immediate right through a small opening in the wall one would see the large (quite larger than one would think possible) dining room.

Upon walking through the small alcove directly in front of the living room and into a minor hallway while making the immediate left that would follow, one would find themselves in the kitchen.

The white tile floor shined as though just recently polished, as a light tune played through the air over the wizarding wireless. The kitchen itself having a light brown table and chairs that could comfortably seat four, though it was only currently set for three with one side being collapsed down and against the wall where one could see rippling and interactive wallpaper of different magical beasts.

Making one's way through the kitchen and through another small opening, one would find themselves in a spacious backroom. Styled much like the living room at the front of the house this room too had light beige walls, a tasteful set of cherry colored furniture (which included a library), more earthy toned throw rugs, and many different pictures hung amongst the walls.

The wall directly across from the entrance to the backroom sported another large red wooden door, and along its length headed towards the very back of the room one could again find a row of beautiful stained glass windows. Each caricature displaying a different event, one of what seemed to be a young man picking up a ring while another older transparent looking figure looked on, one being of a young woman on a broom flying around a black dragon, and on they went down the row of 10 different windows.

And Upon passing through the back red door one would find her... Sitting on the back wooden deck overlooking her expansive yard.

"Tempus" A light voice said softly out loud as the owner gave a light twirl of the 15' wand in her hand.

'9:45'

She brought her right hand to her face and removed her glasses before rubbing at her emerald green eyes lightly, trying to work off the tension that had built behind them. She then ran both of her hands through her long and wild raven locks, before placing her glasses back upon her slight nose and turned her eyes back down to the large tome sitting at her table on the deck.

A slight mid-morning breeze buffeted her face lightly as she scratched her quill upon a fresh piece of parchment in her book, and as it did she took in the smells of the budding summer.

It had rained yesterday, though that hadn't stopped her husband from doing his yard work. The moisture, the still fresh cut grass, the mixture of the flowers and plants from their expansive garden, all of it mixing together with the impossible to explain smell of the heat of the summer morn mixing together.

For many years she had hated the summer, hated what it represented for her life. Forced into confinement at her relatives, and what's more the treatment that she had had to endure while being so confined while living with them.

Thankfully now… those days were and had been long since done, and it was with a small smile that she could even say that she now had a relationship with her Aunt Petunia and her cousin (Big D.) Dudley Dursley. Her Uncle had passed due to illness and they had never had the chance to reconcile, and if she was being completely honest…they wouldn't have been able to anyway so the issue was not worth dwelling on.

Many things had given Harriet Lily Graves (Nee' Potter) the chance to gain such a relationship and perspective as she had healed from what was just many of the wounds she had suffered in her life, one of the biggest factors in the change obviously being time.

The other and far bigger of those things being her family…more specifically her husband.

He had given her so much, she would venture to say he had given her everything. He had come into her life so suddenly, and at that time it couldn't have been at a more hectic time or place.

'As Luna would say, "One of life's wonders."' For what else could she call the first meeting she had had with her husband, who at the time she would have had no idea he was her husband to someday be.

Harriet lightly snorted a small indelicate laugh as she lifted her emerald gaze out into the garden, where the man she was thinking of stood with their three children as he helped them work with the care of the various magical ingredients they were cultivating.

'What a meeting of the minds that was.' Harriet thought as she turned her attention back to her memoirs, remembering the exact moment they'd met.

She honestly couldn't say she was enjoying this pastime that she had taken on, as it stirred up some of the more unpleasant things of her life that she would like to forget. But her husband had been adamant that they both should write down their life stories, even if it was decided that they'd never publish said memoirs. It would at least give future generations of their respective families to see where they had come from, and in that respect she had to once again admit that her husband was right.

More often than not they would wind up in a minor tiff over the arrangement, but in that she was also again grateful to him as he would often say he was to her.

Let it not be said that they didn't balance each other well, because they did.

She still had a temper, and while time and close calls with all they entailed had literally 'tempered' her temper she could still be a bit of a hot head. Her husband had a temper as well, but unlike her he would never raise his temper at those he truly cared for, exercising what she considered to be herculean patience…especially for her own sake.

'Not to mention that my anger is like a Dragon's flame...while his is like a winter storm.'

Where she was adventurous and unyieldingly bold, he was measured and controlled. Where he was ambitious and hardworking (bordering on insanity at times), she knew how to have fun and to this day would be the only one to pull him out of himself and back to the waking world.

'And even now I can still hear the old man's voice, saying the one thing we have in common that trumps all other things.' Harriet thought with a powerful smile as she once again looked up to see her husband and her children.

For if there was one thing in the world that the great Albus 'To many titles and names' Dumbledore had been right about, it was that Love was a truly powerful thing.

And between the two of them…it felt like it would burn down the world with how it felt between them.

He had seen her. Not for being the 'Girl-Who-Lived' or even 'The-Woman-Who-Conquered' but for being herself. He saw her as Harriet, the girl who loved Quidditch, the girl who loved to sleep in, the girl who sometimes just needed to pull a Hermione and hide in the library.

He loved her, for all of that and more. He had shown it many times over, and in return she tried to do the same for him. Because being honest even with her many titles, they still paled in comparison to his One.

"The Prime Merlinian…" Harriet muttered as she glanced at her husband's back.

She saw him for who he truly was. The man who loved magic(even if maybe a little too much.), the man who loved magical creatures, loved to brew potions, and above all...longed for a large and loving family.

They had both been through hell. His own story was just as steeped in pain and darkness, maybe even more so than her own. Through it all though they had found each other, and it hadn't been at all easy but they had found each other and then they had held on.

Harriet set her quill down and put the stopper back into her ink bottle before standing to her full 5'7 height so that she could smooth out her deep red ankle length skirt, before adjusting her shoulders to let her long sleeve white blouse with gold trim settle properly on her frame. Her black hair falling to settle at just past her shoulders, not counting the small fringe that still covered her forehead(and her infamous scar).

She walked down the small four wooden steps off the deck and down the red cobble walkway towards her husband and took in his appearance.

He stood at 6'2, and broad of shoulder. His white T-shirt clung to him like a second skin, his black cargo pants framing his backside nicely, and while it all showed that he was still mostly muscle she knew herself that the six pack he once maintained religiously was starting to fade due to family life though she found it didn't bother her in the slightest. He had cropped his hair short again as he had been back to America for a short week stint to meet the President of M.A.C.U.S.A. They had wanted him to represent them in the next upcoming national dueling tournament, though her husband had done as she had for Britain and politely declined.

Upon hearing her footfalls after having just given their daughter Lily Luna her instructions for trimming a batch of dragon root, he turned and she could see his dark brown eyes alight with a deep warmth.

He had a bit of stubble coming in and she had to say after so much time together she had come to like the look on him, as it gave him the more masculine features she had become accustomed too when he had joined the golden trio while they had been on the run from Voldemort.

His face was still relatively thin, and he didn't have many wrinkles to speak of. As she stepped within a foot of him she felt his right hand gravitate to the small of her back before he pulled her into a tender kiss, his eyes only leaving hers as he closed them.

Harriet immediately responded by snaking both of her hands up to had cup his face in her hands, as she hummed appreciatively into the kiss.

'I love this man.' Harriet thought as she slowly detached herself from the kiss, her mouth only centimeters from her husbands.

"I Love you…"

Harriet could only allow the small smile she had to grow. This man, her husband, had always made a point to tell and show her how much he cared from the moment they had begun their relationship.

At times his intensity had scared her in the beginning. He had at first been distant, hesitant, reluctant. Then when they had finally decided to stop dancing around one another among the other myriad of problems that had arisen from them being together he seemed afraid, and often times was far too over protective for her own tastes.

But after she had found out about his full past she had understood. He wasn't afraid to love her…he was afraid that he would lose her. And that he would lose himself in her.

He had lived every moment after they got together in school believing that he may lose her, and honestly he almost had. They had pushed each other in many ways, academically, emotionally, and yes especially physically.

The emotional pushing however had been what had almost broken them.

But in the end they had survived, and come out stronger for it.

Every time he said the three words that had just passed his lips, it was as if she was just finding life again.

"I Love You Jackson Graves." Harriet said as she pulled him into another small kiss before pulling back slightly to look him in the eyes.

"What do you have them working on today?" She asked with a smile, as she glanced around his frame to see her son and two daughters working hard at the task he'd set them too.

"Just getting a start on pulling up the new crop that's all. Neville floo called last night, he was asking for some extra supplies for the potions department. Said there was an accident in greenhouse three, so I'm just gonna send enough to give him a reprieve." He said as he turned so he could snake his left arm around her waist and pull her forward with him taking small steps towards their kids, as he rubbed small circles along her lower back.

"You are still probably the sweetest man I know." Harriet said as she side eyed her husband.

"Not even close Honey. Neville still outstrips me in the nice guy department." Jackson said as he let out a deep chuckle.

Harriet kept her eyes on him as they were approaching the kids and her focus brought them up short as Jackson turned to look at her directly.

"What's the matter Love?" Jackson said as he brought his right hand up to caress her face taking her steady glance as a thought that there might be something wrong.

Harriet leaned into his touch enjoying the warmth, and the slight callouses on his hands bathing her in the familiarity of his touch.

"I just can't believe we're here. It feels like a dream sometimes. I was thinking about it earlier, do you remember? The day we met?" Harriet asked as she once again allowed a larger smile to blossom on her face.

Her husband's face started in what she would always remember as his most confident smirk, though the crinkling around his eyes and the twitching of his bottom lip showed that that said smirk was about to shift into the full blown smile she loved to see.

"Some people's joy lights their whole face…that's how you know a smile is real." The memory of one of her best friend's words parroted at the back of her mind clearly as she watched his face morph.

Any further thoughts of Luna ended when Jackson spoke again.

"Of course I remember. It's not every day when I knock a celebrity on their butt…"

"…"

SWAT

"OW! Geeze Honey, I'm Kidding…Kidding. See?" Jackson said as he rubbed at his left arm because of the hit she'd just delivered.

"You're Lucky I love you…" Harriet said as she crossed her arms, a fake pout now settling upon her delicate lips.

"I know. I'm the luckiest man in the world."

The tone had shifted, and once again it was that said tone that reminded her that he wasn't the only lucky one. She turned and looked into his smoldering brown eyes again and could once again clearly see the boy that would become the man she so deeply fell for.


Fin.

Okay Everyone! I hope you liked this beginning. If you haven't figured it out yet this is a Harry Potter/ Sorcerer's Apprentice Crossover. Some Canon divergence. Obviously there will be big changes, and little ones as well. I was afraid to start this as its been a Very very long time since I've read HP so I'm gonna have to do a lot of reading to pick apart how i want this to go. There will be chapters from Harriet's perspective, and of course my OC. I truly hope that when this story gets off the ground and gets moving everyone really loves it, hell I hope you loved this little intro. That being said I don't know when I'll update this and I can't set a schedule for it. Know that I have plenty of notes and a ton of ideas though, so hopefully it all goes great. As I stated please leave a fave, follow, and especially a review so I can get an idea of if this is worth continuing on. If you haven't seen it and like OC super hero stories please check out Young Justice Legends Are Made by me, hopefully you'll enjoy that story too. I hope everyone is staying safe, happy, and healthy! Enjoy the last of the summer everyone! Until Next time, Sojiro Out!