There will be anime references. All of them 90s references because it sort of works with the timeline and because 90s anime is awesome.

Cutie Honey was written by the same guy who wrote Devilman. Shin Cutie Honey even has a cross over between the two series. It's also the most violent and graphic of all the Cutie Honey anime (in my opinion). I so want to do a crossover with Harry Potter and Shin Cutie Honey…maybe someday.

I do not own Harry Potter or the Fate Series. I don't even own the abridged versions.

When Lavender woke up the next morning, she realized that what had happened the previous day had been no dream.

"Alright!" Lavender jumped out of bed, "You have a big day today, Lav. Friends to make, a rival to battle and magic to learn!" She pulled on her school uniform, playing with her hair a little, trying to make it look cute.

"Other girls will never have what you've got to offer,

Strut your stuff and work it off, show 'em that you're better,

You're the one the guys call their Honey,

Come on baby girl, show 'em, show'em what you've got.

Say you love me,

Say you love me!

But don't you ever break my heart.

Intoxicate me with your own ecstasy,

It will never tear us apart!

Oh no no, no no no, no no no baby take it easy,

Honey Flash!"

Lavender looked over to see Hermione Granger looking at her with a frown.

Hehe. Granger never did like it when she talked about boys or sex or anything too 'girly.'

And of course, Lavender had gone out of her way to talk about those things exactly whenever she was around, just to push her buttons.

"Showing off your curves like a star, looking groovy,

Styling even hotter than the chicks in the movies.

You're the one guys call their Honey.

Come on baby girl, show 'em show 'em what you've got."

She finished tying a red bow in her blond hair, then skipped passed Hermione and down towards the common room.

She had one little stop she wanted to go to before going down to breakfast.

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The library!

Lavender enjoyed her manga and she enjoyed her fantasy novels. But she wasn't too big of a fan of non-fiction.

But this was important!
She needed to come up with a way to make Harry and herself stronger for when Voldemort next struck. And he would strike.

Quirrell was currently possessed. She remembered that much. At least, that's what the rumors had said about her first year…

She took out some books on defense against the dark arts.

Lavender's best subject had been charms back when she'd been attending school. She hadn't excelled at defense, but Harry had, and the best way to make him stronger was to play to his strengths.

She already had seven years' worth of magical knowledge. She was ahead already, which meant she was in the perfect position to push Harry just enough.

She put most of her books back up by her bed, then took one of them down to read over breakfast.

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Classes were boring.

Well, of course they were, Lavender thought. She'd been through all this before.

It wasn't until their second week that they started moving onto practical application.
Thunk!
Harry gave a small jump when Lavender plunked her books down beside him.

Lavender grinned,

"This will be our first practical lesson, which means it's our first time working as rivals."
"Huh?" Harry wondered.

"What's your problem anyways?" Ron shot Lavender a weirded-out look.

"I need someone who will push me to be better than anyone else." Lavender met Harry's eyes, "I can tell Harry is a powerful wizard. That means, he's most suited to being my rival. I'd think he'd be all for the idea, really. Becoming known for something he accomplished entirely through his own merits."
Harry looked surprised.

Lavender shrugged her shoulders,

"But, if you want to continue being known as the boy who got famous because his mother cast an ancient magic on him that saved his life before she was murdered, then be my guest."
Ron looked enraged,

"What is your problem!? Don't you think that's going too far?"

"How so?" Lavender challenged him, "As far as I'm concerned, Harry's done nothing of note yet. He's just a normal person. A normal person with a lot of power, and he's not stupid either, so I acknowledge him as my rival." She crossed her arms, looking at Harry, "Are you going to challenge me, or are you just going to be some steppingstone towards my goals? If I'm wasting my time, tell me and I'll toss you aside right now."
"I…" Harry looked dizzy for whatever reason, "I…what do you want me to do exactly?"

"For starters, transfigure your needle before I do." Lavender told him, "This is a good class to have a little contest. My ultimate goal this year is to become the youngest person to cast a patronus."
"What's a patronus?" Harry asked her curiously.

Ha! She'd gotten under his skin. He was starting to think of her seriously.

But she needed to keep up the momentum.

"One of the most difficult and complex charms known to the magical world." Lavender smirked, "It's a charm that summons a spirit animal that protects the one who cast it. It's also the only known defense against dementors." Her smirk fell, "I suggest learning it before your third year."
"Why?" Harry asked her slowly sensing the change in mood.

"Call it a hunch." Lavender looked away; brow furrowed in a way that suggested it would be bad if Harry didn't have the charm down by then.

She then smiled,

"Let's just focus on transfiguration for this class."
McGonagall came in and started to explain how they'd be changing matchsticks into needles. She passed around the matchsticks.

Lavender kept her eye on Harry's work. His match hardly changed within the first minute.

"Stop a moment." Lavender told him.

Harry stopped and Lavender took his hand. She did the correct wand movement, guiding his hand and arm through the proper motions.

Harry was surprised.

"Now, before you cast it, visualize what the needle should look like. Not just that, visualize what it would feel like between your fingers." She let go of his hand, "Try now."
Harry gave her a cautious look, then did as Lavender suggested. He gave it a go.

The matchstick then changed completely into a needle. Harry's eyes widened with surprise.

McGonagall saw what he'd done and approached their desk.

"No fair. On your first try?" Lavender pouted.

"Ten points to Gryffindor, Mister Potter." McGonagall gave him a rare smile, "I've never seen a student get this spell so quickly in all my years. Good job."

Harry was stunned.
He'd done it?

Lavender tried the spell on her matchstick, deciding to get it nearly there, but with a red tip at the end.

She gave a small, fake huff, pretending to be frustrated.

"Very impressive, Miss Brown." McGonagall observed her needle, "I have no doubt you'll get it in the next attempt. Take five points to Gryffindor."

"I'll get it." Lavender said confidently, then tried the spell again. This time, she got the perfect transfigured needle.

"Very well done." McGonagall agreed, she then paused, looking over at Harry, "It seems you've inherited your father's talent."

Harry was surprised yet again as he watched McGonagall leave.

"I'm going to beat you next time." Lavender told Harry, "You only got it because of my instructions. Next practical class is charms."
"Uh, right." Harry said, still a little bewildered that he'd managed to get the spell at all.

Hermione Granger gave a small huff from where she was sitting.

Hm? Had she pissed her off again? Lavender felt a cat-like grin make its way onto her face.

"All transfigurations are like that." Lavender told Harry, "Since you got it first, I'll share my secret technique with you. They've all got similar wand movements. The larger or complex the object is, the more complicated the wand movement will be. The key is visualizing it. Focus not just on what an object looks like, but what it feels like too. Mum said she sometimes focuses on what an object tastes like. Weird, right? But adding in that extra sense, like smell, touch or taste makes it easier somehow."

"I see…" Harry trailed off, surprised she was sharing that with him.

"Charms are different though, and I'll have you know that that's my best subject, so just because you beat me once, don't think you'll beat me next time." Lavender warned him with a mischievous smile painting her face.

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In Charms class, they started working on the lumos charm. Lavender decided, in order to keep Harry competitive, she'd get the spell first.

With charms, visualization wasn't required. Rather, control was far more important. Depending on how much magic you put into the spell, you'd get some different results.

"Lumos!" Lavender cast the spell, getting it her first time.

"Good job, Miss Brown!" Flitwick congratulated her, "Very good job indeed, take ten points to Gryffindor."
"Thank you, sir." Lavender beamed, then looked over at Harry who was close to getting the charm on his own.

She'd stay out of it for now. He seemed sufficiently motivated enough.

He managed it on his third attempt, just as Hermione managed to get the charm, as it happened.

They both earned Gryffindor five points each.

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Harry spent some time in the library after school. He hadn't forgotten about Lavender's declaration of wanting to learn the patronus charm.

"You let her get under your skin, didn't you?" Ron huffed, closing another book that seemed rather useless in terms of what they were looking for.

"Well…it's not just that." Harry admitted.

"Then what is it?" Ron looked up at his friend questioningly.

"She's right." Harry said, "I don't want to be known for my parents' murder. Being the youngest to cast the patronus charm seems kind of cool." He paused, thinking once more on what Lavender had said, "She was helping me, I think. I wonder what will happen in third year."
"You're thinking too much into it. I just think she's insane."
Harry didn't think so. Lavender was a bit…wild. But she didn't seem crazy. Or at least, not any crazier than wizards and witches normally were.

There were some moving photographs of the Patronus being cast.

Harry copied the wand movement. He tried saying the incantation…but got nothing.

He needed to come up with a happy memory to go along with it all.

He might need some help…

From behind one of the bookshelves, Lavender smiled.

Time to give Harry another push.

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Lavender sat down in her first potions class at the center right table. She set up her equipment, wiping down her cauldron, knives and stirrer before starting.

Harry saw what she was doing and copied her.

He'd read ahead for this particular class. Lavender seemed to be working ahead a little, and he knew now that what she was doing was making sure there wasn't any residue that her equipment had picked up while they'd been stored away.

Potions were sensitive things, so it always paid to be careful.

Snape was a generally unpleasant person, in Lavender's opinion.

Her eyes traveled over to Harry the moment the potions master walked into the room, silencing all the students with his presence.

It wasn't fair the way he treated him.

Sure, Harry had forgiven him in the end because…apparently, he'd been in love with Harry's mother?

Ugh. Whatever. The relationship seemed pretty messed up to her and there was no way she was going to let anyone hurt him when he already had a lot going on already!

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even put a stopper in death — if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

Well, best way to do that was to draw all Snape's attention away from Harry and onto something else…or someone else.

Lavender started muttering under her breath, waiting for the moment Snape made his move against Harry.

"Potter! What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of woodworm?" Snape called out."

"Um…" Harry wracked his brain trying to come up with an answer.

He'd read about that, right?
"The…Draught of Living Death?"

He wasn't sure if he was right or not…

Snape frowned,

"Where would I find a bezoar?"

Harry actually did know this one,

"The stomach of a goat." He said quickly.

Snape did not look pleased,

"Ten points from –"

"I've got it! You're actually Satan!" Lavender stood up, pointing at Snape.

A pin could have dropped.

Harry looked over at Lavender with surprise. Everyone was staring at her.

Ha! She'd gotten a reaction from Snape! He was always bitter, but his face was nearly always blank and that dumbstruck expression was priceless!

"Fifty points from Gryffindor for your outburst!" Snape hissed at her.

Lavender narrowed her eyes in suspicion at the man, then sat down at her desk.

She'd successfully broken the rhythm of the class.

"You will be working on a boil cure today. Follow the recipe on the board." He narrowed his eyes at all of them, especially Lavender.

She didn't mind all that much. Even if she lost a hundred points this class, so long as his attention had been moved away from Harry, that was fine.

Even if the other Gryffindors hated her from the loss of points, she was more mature (sort of). She could handle it.

Wait. Wasn't this the class where…

She saw Neville about to add his porcupine quills and jumped over her desk.

"One hundred percent maximum no chill!"

"Ooff!" Neville was tossed out of the way as Lavender kicked him, about three feet away from where she landed.

She tried not to scream as the boiling liquid fell on her.

Snape's eyes widened ever so slightly.

That girl…she'd known what sort of reaction those porcupine quills would have on that potion…

"Another ten points from Gryffindor for causing a scene!" he hissed at them.

Neville looked at Lavender with wide eyes. He was shaken.

"Ouch! H-hurts a lot." Lavender grimaced.

She walked around her desk, when Snape didn't tell her to go to the hospital wing. She continued cutting up her potions ingredients.

Snape stared at her silently as she worked.
She was more skilled than the other first years…even with the, surely painful burns, she worked faster than them too.

Sweat fell down Lavender's face as she tried not to think about the pain.

She bottled up the potion, using her left hand, as her right arm was completely useless right now.

She placed the bottle on Snape's desk, then returned to her station.

Harry completed his potion as well, relieved that it appeared to be the right color. He bottled it up and placed it on Snape's desk as well, though he took longer.

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When classes were over, Lavender made her way to the hospital wing where Madam Pomfrey healed up her burns.

Alright…potions might be a problem. But thankfully, it wouldn't be too bad in the future. Probably.

"Um…"

Lavender looked up to see Neville walk into the hospital wing, his face a little red.

"T-thank you for earlier. You saved me…"
"No problem." Lavender beamed at him with an easy smile, "It didn't hurt too much. It was annoying though."

Madam Pomfrey sent her a disbelieving look, but Lavender ignored it.

"Anyways, I suggest reading through the minor healing paste potion before next class. We'll be working on that next time. At least, I suspect we will."

Neville nodded,

"I…really, thank you." He said.

"No problem, Neville." Lavender paused, "Come to think of it, I don't know we were ever introduced. I'm Lavender. Lavender Brown."
"I know." Neville smiled a bit, "I'm Neville. Neville Longbottom."

"Nice to meet you." Lavender said genuinely.

She moved her arm around. Her burns seemed to all be gone now.

"All better. It took hardly a minute." She beamed at Neville.

No need to make the little firsty Neville scared.

"Now. I must go to the library. There's something I need to look into." She jumped up off her bed and walked right past him.

"See you later, Nev." She said as she walked out the door.

"Right…see you." Neville said hesitantly.