Title: Oops!
Genre: Romance, Adventure, Fantasy, Supernatural
Pairing: Voldemort X Harry
Summary : Accidentally appearing in eleven years old Harry Potter's body was the last thing she wanted to happen when she decided to criticise self-insert stories in front of her crazy best friend. Now she was trapped in a male child's body, in a world she knew from children's story books and no way back home. She just had to be the unlucky protagonist, didn't she? Poor Natalie did not know that there was more to it.
Warning: Slash (Yaoi, Boy X Boy…), Sort of but not quite Girl!OC-in-Male!Harry's-body, Antagonist! Harry, No Bashing, Good Dumbledore

Chapter Two

Their first stop was the bank. Natalie had to admit that she was impressed by it. She stayed mostly silent for the trip in and out, taking note of the 'secret' package Hagrid had also come to pick up. On the day she was supposed to be there with him. By being conspicuously mysterious. Well, that definitely made her overly wary. She really hoped she was not in one of those bashing fics where Dumbledore was an evil, evil man gleefully planning her death. That… would be an inconvenience.

(Granted Dumbledore was manipulative in the books but he had not been a bad man. She would prefer that really to one from those fics where he stole from her, paid the Weasleys with her money and the whole shebang. Then again she could also just be too heavily influenced by those fics she had read that she would always find something suspicious with them…)

(On another note, she had never seen that much money, well gold before. Hell yes, she was rich! That had definitely looked like a very impressive dragon hoard.)

She made sure to request the key – her key (okay, Harry Potter's but whatever; right now she was Harry Potter) – from the half-giant man before they even left the bank. He was reluctant at first but she managed to convince him after a few well-placed words and her adorable green eyes. One thing for sure was that Harry Potter's eyes were really pretty. Like really pretty. The first time she had seen them, she had been surprised. They were of a green she had never seen in anyone's eyes before. They were of a bright green, almost magical and if she widened then just so they made for killer puppy eyes. Too bad those ugly glasses mostly hid them though.

"Migh' as well get yer uniform," Hagrid said immediately after exiting the bank. "Listen, 'arry, would yeh mind if I slipped fer a pick-me-up in the Leaky Cauldron? I hate them Gringotts carts."

Perfect.

"Oh, you're looking positively green, Hagrid," she noted with the appropriate worried tone to her young little boy voice. "You should just go home. You don't have to accompany me, you know. I'll be perfectly fine on my own."

The man immediately seemed reluctant. Not a surprise there; what adult would just leave an eleven years old little boy alone to do his own shopping?

"No, no, 'arry. I can't leave yeh alone. I'll get a pick-me-up quick an' come back."

"You don't have to worry about me, Hagrid, really. I'm used to going shopping alone. I'll be just fine. Besides, it's not like anything's going to happen to me with all those people doing their own shopping."

"Yeh're sure, 'arry?" he furrowed his brows in concern.

"Of course! I'll be fine, don't worry."

"A'right, if yeh're sure."

After that it was a quick goodbye and then she was left alone.

What adult would leave an eleven years old boy alone? Apparently Hagrid was stupid enough to. Good thing too or she would have to come back another day to do what she wanted.

The moment Hagrid was out of her sight, she pivoted on her heel and went right back into the bank.

"Yes?" the goblin in front of her asked nastily when he finally looked at her waiting form.

"I would like to talk to whoever is in charge of the Potter Vault," she informed immediately. She was really not in the mood to care about goblins and their attitudes; she really just wanted to have this over with. Well, she was also just going in blind and mostly through her knowledge of fanfictions. For all she knew there was nothing new she was going to find than what she already knew.

"And you are?" the goblin peered at her behind his glasses, his expression turning even more unwelcoming.

"Harry Potter," she deadpanned, unimpressed.

He – well, she was pretty sure it was a he anyway – stared at her for a while before turning to a nearby goblin to say something in a language that made her stare. It was guttural and completely foreign. The goblin language, maybe? What was it supposed to be called? Gobble-something or other if she remembered correctly, but then again, she could also again just be remembering a fanfiction instead of the actual books. (God, when was the last time she had read the books?)

He turned back to her and said, "Gobtook will take you there." And then he turned back to the gems in front of him, dismissing her completely. Rude.

"Thank you," she said for the sake of being polite – because her father would have been otherwise disappointed and Natalie did not like his disappointment – before turning and following the other goblin that had already started leaving before waiting for her. Well, at least she knew now that goblins were not particularly polite. Eh, whatever.

Gobtook took her through winding corridors before stopping in front of one of the numerous doors. After knocking, the goblin opened the door and spoke in the strange language from before. Natalie waited, hoping that she was not just wasting her time and that Hagrid would not have a sudden change of heart to come back for her. Oh, whatever; she would still just do what she wanted anyway.

When Gobtook finally signalled her to go in, she walked pass him and to the door, nodding at him in thanks as he closed the door behind her. In the room, sitting across from her and behind a large marble desk – who on earth had marble desks? Goblins apparently – was another goblin, this one seeming older than Gobtook and even more menacing than the one at the entrance.

"I am Ironclaw. What can I do for you, Heir Potter?"

Natalie blinked. Well, that was more polite than she was expecting. Besides, 'Heir Potter'? Well, that already seemed promising.

"I came to know as much as you can tell me about the Potter Vault. Is the Trust Vault the only one I have or is there another? What do they contain and has there been any transaction during the last ten years after my parents' deaths?" Natalie asked immediately, going right for what she had come there for. There was no time for pleasantries after all and besides, they were only characters in a fictional world so she would allow herself a little more leeway.

The goblin regarded her with a serious looks before he even deigned to answer her questions.

"Have you not been getting our reports of the Potter Accounts?"

Natalie blinked again.

"Beg pardon? What reports?"

He stared at her some more. "I see." He turned to his desk and riffled through the drawers before turning back to her with a scroll in hand. Opening it, he said, "We have sent reports on the Potter Accounts yearly to your magical guardian as is protocol but since we have never received a reply for you personally, we concluded you either might not have received them or that you would prefer your guardian taking care of them."

Now it was Natalie's turn to stare. "Alright, first, why did no one just ask me when I first came this morning to get money from my Trust Vault?"

He grinned at her menacingly, his teeth looking very sharp as it glinted at her. "You never asked."

She stared. "Alright, fair." Because it was. She certainly would not have cared to inform someone if they were stupid enough not to ask. "Now, second, who is my magical guardian?"

"Albus Dumbledore."

"Figures," she grumbled to herself. At least those fanfictions were good for something if they were somewhat accurate while she was there in the freaking fictional world.

"As for your other questions, there has been no transaction from the Potter Vaults since your parents' deaths, except for this morning when you removed two hundred galleons, three hundred and twenty one sickles and fifty two knuts."

She remembered clearly how she had counted the galleons one by one until she had reached two hundreds and then, not wanting to do the same thing again, had just grabbed handfuls of sickles and knuts before leaving the vault. It was at least good to know that they could know the exact amount that was removed.

And apparently, no one had removed anything from her accounts – well, Harry Potter's but right now she was him so they were hers now – so at least she knew she was not in one of those fics where people just stole from her. Though the Dumbledore thing was still irking her; he was her magical guardian and yet she was pretty sure Harry Potter – the original – had never met him before school and he apparently got reports from her accounts.

"Well, can you send me reports instead from now?"

"As a minor, we have to send to your magical guardian." She deflated. "However, since you are the last of your line and the Heir of your Potter Family, it is possible for you to be legally emancipated before you take full control of your Accounts if you have received you invitation to start your magical education, as stipulated in the ancient laws. However, of course, some Vaults will remain inaccessible until you reach your majority."

Natalie stared. She was doing that a lot on that day. "Emancipation?" she asked. Okay, now this was getting interesting. "What do I need to do?"

The goblin's grin widened, his teeth becoming even more pronounced. Natalie was becoming oddly fond of those menacing looks directed at her. Her stay in this world was definitely not going to be boring.

When she finally managed to leave the bank, Natalie stretched before making her way to the first shop on the list. She had spent four hours getting everything done and while it was a lot of time spent, it was definitely not time wasted. Oh, no. She had managed to get herself emancipated – and according to the goblins, Dumbledore would know only after he would not receive the yearly report and he would inquire with the bank as to why. And since this year's had only been sent a few days before, he would know not before a year's time. Perfect.

And that was not all; the goblin, Ironclaw, went with her through her accounts, explaining everything she had access to as the new Lord Potter –and was that not just plain awesome? – such as shares in businesses both muggle and magical, money, artefacts – though those were in a vault that she would only have access at her majority – but most of all, properties.

Oh, yes, she had properties to her name that she had access to even being only eleven. And so there was no need for her to go back to the Dursleys! At first she had thought that she would have to go back there either way, if only because someone might try to bring her back because of the wards.

(Speaking of, that was definitely something she was interested in learning how they worked.)

After that thought, she had shrugged her concerns and decided that she really could not care. This was her life – well, sort of – and she could do whatever she wanted to do. Allowing someone else to dictate her decisions would go against her desire to do things her way and enjoy her stay in this magical world. Besides staying with the Dursleys, even only until it would be time to leave for Hogwarts, would also mean her time reading whatever she wanted would be reduced. That was one thing she could not allow.

And so, her decision was made.

The rest of the time was spent taking care of the legal matters such as suing all those that had been using her name – Harry Potter – for their gain and for making one of her very own properties a national treasure – (that place Voldemort had attacked in Godric's Hollow and where her parents' had died) – without her permission. All done discreetly of course. Technically, since she was just in a fictional world, she could have left well enough alone but she reeeeally did not like people taking advantage of her and that meant even fictional characters apparently.

Besides, it also meant she was making some people's lives – though she did not know who – miserable. The thought alone filled her with excitement. It was something pretty much cruel and mean for her to do but this was a fictional world; it was not as if she could do this in the real world. So if not a world that did not exist, where else would she be able to be as cruel as she ever wanted to be? It was not as if it really mattered here after all.

Well, that had all been time well spent and everything went along smoothly.

She was in a fictional world now so of course everything would be so easy and convenient!

And now time for shopping. While she was tired after all this, she also really wanted to get the school shopping over and done with.

Madam Malkin's was easy enough and after getting her school robes, she continued from shop to shop, getting everything quickly, leaving the wand and the books for last. To her annoyance, she had to go back to Gringotts for more money since what she had was not enough for the trunk she wanted. No even a quarter of the galleons she had with her was spent with everything she had already bought but the trunk she wanted was apparently really expensive.

She chose one with an expanding compartment for her books and added enough protection that she was pretty sure no one would be able to get in. It was at the bank that she found out, guess what, she could have a gold card for her monetary transactions instead of carrying around bags of galleons, and only she would be able to use it. Of course, the goblins never told her during the two times she had been there already in the same day because she had not asked.

It took her a while before she could leave the bookshop, since she also made sure to but anything and everything that caught her eyes besides the regular school books. After all if she was to stay in this world, she would learn and practise as much magic as she could. It was after all a freaking magical world.

And then, finally, the wand shop.

Entering the shop, her first thought was that the place would have been perfect for being a mysterious, magical library. It gave off that air of being old and full of mysteries, even with the dust. And it was quiet. The thrum of the rest of the Alley was immediately silenced the moment Natalie closed the door behind her. Most likely by magic, which made her excitement at learning and having magic intensify.

"Ah, Harry Potter," a voice said from behind her, making jump in surprise, a hand coming to rest on her chest. With wide eyes, she watched an old man come to stand in front of her, peering down at her through his glasses. "I thought I'd be seeing you soon. You have your mother's eyes." There he paused and gave her a long narrowed look. "No, no, not quite. And while the resemblance is here, you do not look much like your father either. Curious. Very curious."

Wait what?

Natalie furrowed her brows; she was pretty sure that was what the books said Harry Potter had. He was supposed to have his mother's eyes but look just like his father. Utterly baffled, she listened with half an ear as the man started murmuring about Harry Potter's parents' wands, more concerned by his first comment. Did it actually mean something that there was such a difference? She did not think that she had already affected the story that much with her presence; while she expected changes to come, she did not think they would come in the form of her physical appearance.

Harry Potter, as she had found since finding herself in this world, was a tiny child with messy black hair that refused to be tamed, and beautiful green eyes. His features were soft and well, maybe in a way aesthetically pleasing to the eyes. He had slightly slanted eyes with thick dark eyelashes, arched eyebrows that looked curiously like they had been carefully trimmed and styled, a small, slightly upturned nose and rose-coloured lips. Harry Potter made for a very adorable child but those features were hidden behind his big round glasses, so it was not like Natalie really cared. But maybe she should have… However, could her presence alone change the protagonist's appearance? Unlikely.

No. She was most likely overthinking things again.

The rest of her stay in the shop to get her wand went more or less the same way she had expected, with the man measuring her with a measuring tape that floated and did it itself, and the man handing her different wands to try.

It was strange, trying on wands. Each time one came in her hand, it was like she was feeling something resounding in her chest, deep within and through her. At first it was a small little ripple that she almost did not notice but then as each new wand was placed in her hand, it became more conspicuous, until finally, after Ollivander had come back from the back room with another wand, the something from before… exploded out of her and through the wand. The moment the wand touched her hand, bright silver light flew from the tip, sparks and sparkles exploding around her even as she felt her breath leave her in a big whoosh and the wand warm in her hand.

When the show of magic ended, Natalie was left gaping and gasping for breath, almost swaying on her feet as she felt a shudder go through her. The something from before that she was now pretty sure was magic settled comfortably inside and around her. It felt like it was – well, to put it in simple words – purring, and was ready and waiting for her to use it.

"Marvellous! Marvellous!" Ollivander clapped his hands gleefully. Natalie was left wide eyed as the man plucked the wand from her fingers and put it back in the box, paying no heed to the completely perplexed child in his shop. "Holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple. Unusual combination."

Natalie paid no mind to whatever else the man said, far too preoccupied by what had happened. Okay, she had to admit, magic was awesome. She almost felt high just from the little display.

She paid Ollivander quickly and then left the shop.

She could not wait until she could use magic.

AN: Natalie, right now, is acting like someone who has found herself living in - well, let's say - a video game. In her mind, she is in a word of fiction that she can remember mostly through fanfiction so her knowledge and actions are heavily influenced by this belief. If you thought you were in a world of fiction, with unlimited choices in front of you, how would you react? Would you try to be the hero? Make everyone adore you? Or would you maybe make decisions you would not usually take in real life due to their moral ambiguity?

Natalie thinks she will just be having harmless fun while in this world. Who wants to find out her reactions when she finds out the truth? ;)

Leave behind a review and tell me your thoughts!

Leight