Hey! I'm really, really happy to see the favorites/followers of this story growing! So much peoples are interested, I'm glad you love it! I can't wait to see what you will think about this chapter. It contains one of the first things that came in my mind when I first had the idea of this story. See you at the end for more notes!
(I'm sorry but i hadn't find a beta yet, so this is, unfortunaly, unbeta'ed.)
She froze when she saw the last words her mother had never written, the journal fell on her lap, closed. She put her hands on the leather cover and closed her eyes to calm her breath and the tears that wanted to flow.
Even if she knew that it will only hurt her more, she re-opened the journal and turned all the blank pages after the one she just read. Hoping to find something, anything, but not really expecting it.
When she found a necklace, duct taped on the last page, she was surprised. And her mouth gaped when she saw the pentagram. That was her father's gift.
She had thought that it was buried with her mother, but here it was. Her fingers slowly reached to touch it, like fearing it'll disappear when she'll grab it. When she touched the cold surface of the little silver round, she quickly tears off the tape holding it. After a minute or so staring at it, she opened it and put it around her neck.
She wiped the tears that flowed without her consent before looking at her watch. She has to be at Andromeda's place in one hour, it was time for her to go.
Knowing that she'll want to read again her Mum's journal, she put it in her bag before heading to the door.
Teddy was a beautiful child, and Harry couldn't stop herself from smiling when she saw him change his eyes' color to math hers. Andromeda and Harry were sitting at the kitchen's table, a cup of tea beside them to digest the heavy dinner they just ate. She was holding Teddy when Andromeda stood to grab a little bag on the counter.
"I finally found the time to go at a muggle bookstore today," her smile increased when she saw Harry's expression.
"It was released two months ago, I hoped you had forgotten." She rolled her eyes when Andromeda just laughed and give her the bag. She put Teddy back in his crib before she takes it.
"I took one to me too, I'm probably in that one after all."
"I'm not really sure I want to read it right now…" She stared cautiously at the book in her hand.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows.
The first book about her male counterpart was published the summer after her first year, but she wasn't aware of them before her fourth year, when a muggleborn asked her to sign his copy of the third book. She was startled, so were Dumbledore and the Minister.
A team of Aurors and Obliators were sent at Rowling's to investigate, but they discovered a muggle with strong psychic power (the Minister thought that she had a Squib in her ancestors) who had written her dreams like a fictional story.
It hadn't been possible to erase the memory of all the one who reads the books (They were international!) so it was decided by the International Confederation of Wizards to let the muggles think of it as fictional.
(That's when Harry learned that every muggleborn were normally visited by a professor after the reception of their Hogwarts' letter. "Because who would believe a letter who said that they are a witch?!" said Hermione.)
To her (and Dumbledore's) relief, her address wasn't written in that book, she had just gotten the 4 from Privet Drive, but had made up another name for the Dursley's street. And Grimauld place too, had gained another name. Dumbledore thought that it was because of the ward surrounding both places.
Of courses, the British Minister didn't think much about the books after that, or they'll have believed her about Voldemort resurrection long before they did. They (and pretty much all the pure blood) weren't really interested in a muggle's words. But she had read every one of them in the month after their released. That one however, it was too soon. Maybe later.
"Thank you, Andy," she put it in her bag. "Kinsgley told me that I can visit her, you know. I just have to let her think that I'm another dream, or obliviate her after. I think I will go Sunday's night, I always wanted to meet her, maybe ask her a few questions."
"Why you are a boy in her book?" Her tone was teasing, she had always found that fact hilarious.
"Yeah, among others."
The silent last another minutes before Andy finally asked what she wanted to since the end of their meal and the discussion they had during it. "And what are you going to do about your father?"
Harry sighed, but a look of determination crossed her features, "everything I can to find him."
When Joanne Rowling heard noises coming from her kitchen, she thought that her husband was back from his business trip, a day sooner than expected, and was trying to find something to eat. With an exasperated smile she looked at the watch on her wall, 01:12am. She rolled her eyes but decided to head for the kitchen and give him the leftover of her dinner.
She froze when she walked in her kitchen, her husband nowhere to be found, but a beautiful redhead girl she hadn't seen for months. Staring at her, she takes a while before finally opening her mouth.
"I hadn't seen you since the end of the final battle," was all she could think of.
Harry smirked a little, happy to know that the visions were finally over. "What's going on in my life aren't exciting now, but I thought that I could come say goodbye. And ask you some question, if you agree."
Joanne didn't want to say bye to Harry now, the girl was an important part of her life for the seven past years (and she'll always be important), so she nodded. "Yes, of course."
"Good, take a seat, I made some tea." She gestured in the seat across her, where a hot cup of tea was waiting for her.
When both women were settled, Harry talked again. "Why changing some things? Like me being a boy, or my look."
Joanne's eyes were fixing her cup, she knew that this question will be one of the first asked. The answer was silly though. "I tried, really. But after the first few chapters, my publisher thought that more people will be able to identify with you if you're a boy. I wanted the book to success, so I listened. And for the look, I don't know, I thought that will be… poetic. As a girl you're the carbon copy of your mother so, as a boy I wanted you to look like your father, but I couldn't bring myself to change your eyes, they're too beautiful. I changed some other fact, but that was really just for the story…"
"Yeah, like your "19 years later", you didn't dream of that, did you?" Harry was curious about that. She didn't read the last book yet, but she did read the last chapter. She was pretty certain that she will not have children with Ginny (obviously) but did Rowling dream about her future?
Joanne just laughed, "clearly, yes, the dream stopped after the final battle, but I needed an end for the books. I couldn't stop the story that abruptly. So, I made up the children, people love when their favorite character have a wedding and children."
Surprisingly, Harry wasn't disappointed by the answer. She preferred some surprise in her life, thank you.
They stayed quiet, sipping their tea slowly, until Harry finally talked. "You know that you will not see me again after today…"
A sad smile sprayed in Joanne's lips, "I know… You're sure you want to leave?"
She nodded slowly, softly taking the hand of the older woman. "You know that I have to."
"I'll miss you. You became important to me, Harry."
She stood and walked to the other woman, opening her arms in a silent invitation. Joanne hugged her tightly for several minutes, knowing that when she'll let her go, she'll go.
With a little trick of her magic, Harry putted the writer to sleep and with her wand she carried her to her bed.
The Monday morning, when she entered her kitchen, Joanne didn't see anything that could have made her think that her midnight encounter wasn't a dream.
Harry had spent the last week trying to find her father. She did find a Dean Winchester, son of John and Mary Winchester whose brother was named Sam, at Lawrence, Kansas, but he disappeared along with his brother and father after the dead of Mary in the fire of their house some thirty-five years ago.
Almost nothing since, except if you consider the brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester who died, killed by the American cops, twice.
She dug so deep that she found a series of books, write by one Calver Edlund. She wouldn't have paid much attention to them, really, if she didn't have a series of books written about her. They were easy to find, someone put them on internet so, she reads.
That wasn't well written, really Rowling was much more talented with words (even if she transformed her in a boy) but the story was captivating. She knew that if that was a movie or a show, she will have absolutely loved it.
After the first chapter, Harry knew that this story was about her father and her uncle, even without surname.
Dean and Sam, searching for their father, John, raised to hunt the supernatural after the dead of their mother Mary, killed by a demon in the fire of their house, when Dean was four years old at Lawrence, Kansas.
Yeah, pretty obvious. Unfortunately, that raised another problem. Her father is a Hunter.
She knew about the Hunters, Remus talked to her about them. Contrary to the American one, who hunt with the thought of "if you kill human, I kill you", the British one killed all creature without any distinction. Thankfully, whatever detection they put to find vampire werewolf or whatever, it didn't work for the magic counterpart, whose gene was altered by magic, allowing, for example, the vampire to live with the magic substitute of blood, the werewolf to not have to eat heart to survive and go on…
She really hoped that her father wasn't the type of hunter who shot first, didn't ask question later. She knew that she will have to tell him that she was a witch, better, she'll have to tell him that she is Harry Potter.
The upside was that, book's character himself, he'll probably believe her. Hopefully.
With a hot cup of chocolate, she settled herself in her bed with her tablet, and resumed her lecture about her father's adventures.
Sooo? I absolutely wanted the Harry Potter books to be a thing, even if the release date were changed in that story. When I first thought about that story, I was like, "If Harry was Dean's daughter, they would so bitch together about the fact that they are book's character. Poor Sammy." And I know that if the wizards had just read the books, they would have totally known that Voldemort's was back or that Sirius was innocent.
But they weren't going to take a muggle's words for truth just because Harry (Who wasn't really the population's favorite at that moment) said that it was because think about what that would say about their community? (I'm looking at you, Lucius Malfoy.)
Anyway, I hope that I added the books smoothly and that seem realistic (as realistic as that could be, at least)