Author's notes:

This chapter will be about Harri and the compound. I'll probably focus on her for a while, spending less time on Sirius, Remus, Jeremy, and Clayton. That isn't to say they won't be featured at all, but you'll be seeing a lot more of Harriet than them for a while.

If you notice any inconsistencies, I've corrected some things of older chapters, and sometimes I've had to correct those corrections again because it was right originally. If you do notice any inconsistencies that are still there after those corrections, please let me know, I'll try to work them out of the story.

Chapter 5: The Compound

Harriet P.O.V.

After checking out the other cell, I took stock of what I had available to me. The first thing I noticed, was that my wand holster was still on my wrist, proving that the muggles couldn't take it off, which was one of the features that Sirius explained to me. Either that or they just hadn't noticed it, but that seemed unlikely to me. Then again, they did leave a hole in one of the walls of my cell, which seems like a security risk if you ask me. Sadly, I dropped my wand when I was drugged, so I couldn't really use the fact that I still had the holster. I didn't need my wand all the time for using magic, but I wasn't exactly an expert at wandless magic either. Still, it was better than nothing, though apparating out without a wand wasn't an option. The risk of splinching myself was far too great to even try, at least not as long as I had another choice. I could, however, use some minor spells, and maybe even some more difficult ones.

I also noticed, was that my cell was really quite empty, aside from the bookshelf and the bed, there really wasn't that much in the way of furniture, just a bedside table, a small desk and a chair behind it. I guess it could be worse, but I didn't really have a lot of things to entertain myself either. They could have given me a deck of cards or something, at least that way I could do something besides reading. It's not that I hate reading, but I can't really grab a book and lie on my bed to relax in a cell.

As I was pondering this, I heard a voice come from the little intercom I hadn't noticed before. "My name is Lawrence Matasumi, I would like to speak with you now. Please step into the bathroom, lower the seat, straddle the toilet facing the tank, place your hands outstretched behind you, and do not turn your head until instructed."* Odd request, but I wasn't going to question it. I didn't know anything about these people, and I didn't want to go against them until I knew more.

Once I was on the toilet, I heard the door open. Someone was walking towards me and put handcuffs on. I remained seated until Matasumi spoke again, giving me permission to turn around and walk into the main room. The man I assumed to be Matasumi, was accompanied by two guards, which were both armed. He was short and had a round face. The guards both looked like they were from the military, but I didn't think that they still were, probably muggle mercenaries. Once I sat on my chair, the guard bound my feet too.

"I have a few questions for you, miss?"

So they didn't know my name. They might have caught me and brought me here, but at least they didn't seem to know anything about me, and since I didn't mind that at all, I wasn't going to tell them anything. I wondered how much they did know, did they know I was a werewolf, or maybe even that I was a witch? They did capture me barely an hour after we arrived in the U.S.

When he decided I wasn't going to answer, he began with his questions, "We saw you and your companions, while you arrived here. Can you tell me how the three of you appeared out of thin air, we know you're not a half-demon, the range was too great for that**. There are, however, no other races that are known to be able to teleport. There's also the fact that if you were a half-demon, you would probably have been out of your cell already."

I smiled at that, so they didn't even know what I was, that's good. I was definitely going to keep it that way.

"I see. Well then, these gentlemen will escort us to the infirmary."

I wondered why we needed to go to the infirmary, as far as I knew, there was nothing wrong with me. Well except for the fact that I was imprisoned, but a trip to the infirmary probably wouldn't help with that. I briefly wondered why Matasumi would suddenly go so easy on security, until I remembered the two armed guards that would follow us, probably never taking their guns off me.

When we arrived in the infirmary, there were already quite a few people there. I saw three women, one of which was unconscious, and two guards stationed by what seemed to be some small sleeping quarters. Since the guards all looked the same to me, I focused on the women. The one I assumed to be the doctor, was looking over some data on one of the screens in the infirmary. The other conscious woman seemed to be reading something. When we came in, she looked at us briefly, before going back to her book, she seemed to be intimidated by either me or my company because she didn't look up again. The woman on the bed was restrained in what seemed to be bandages. I didn't know what was wrong with her, but as soon as I smelled her, something inside me growled. It recognized her scent as a werewolf, even if I hadn't ever seen a werewolf like me before. I also smelled another scent, from what seemed to be another wolf. I wondered about this for a little bit, before filing it away for later.

While I was examining the people in the room, Matasumi asked the doctor where a Ms. Michaels was. She told him she was in the gym with 'Winsloe', from the way she said his name, I got a feeling she didn't like this person.

After I was sat down, the doctor, who only introduced herself as doctor Carmichael, ran a couple of tests, and asked me some questions, most of which I didn't answer. For a moment, the guards that were guarding the sleeping quarters didn't seem to like my silence, but Carmichael told them to back off, which they did. We were just about ready to leave when the door to the infirmary opened, and a woman with silver blonde hair came in. She seemed to stop for a moment, her eyes widening slightly before she recovered and went on like nothing happened. Luckily, no one was looking at her, because when I inhaled, I knew this was the other werewolf. She looked over at me, and I shook my head, barely visible, hoping to make it clear they didn't know what I was. She looked at me for a little longer, before going into her room and lying in her bed.

When the questioning was over, I was brought back to my cell, before Matasumi and the guards left again. I lay in my own bed, thinking about what I learned today. I was in some kind of prison, there were other people like me in this place, there were two werewolves here too, one of which had to be the one Jeremy had told us about. I didn't know which one but I assumed it was the one that recognized me as a werewolf. She seemed to be on my side, and she had at least some experience if they brought her in to help the other werewolf, the unconscious one, to recover from whatever was wrong with her.

Elena P.O.V.

I was lying in my cell, thinking about the strange woman that was in the infirmary when I came back from the gym. She was a werewolf, I knew that, but how? As far as I knew I was the only female werewolf until Bauer injected herself. I still couldn't believe she'd done that. Who'd be stupid enough to inject themselves with werewolf saliva?

My thoughts drifted back to the woman. She'd smelled vaguely familiar, but I didn't think I'd ever seen her before today. From the way she shook her head at me, and the questions they asked her, I made up that the people running the compound didn't know what she was, but why did they take her then? She must have done something that let them know she wasn't human, but what could she have done, without making it clear she was a werewolf. There was also this other thing that was weird about her scent, I didn't know what it was, but I knew she was something other than a werewolf.

After thinking about this for nearly two hours, I finally fell asleep

Harriet P.O.V.

When I had breakfast, I learned something had happened last night. An incident in one of the cells. Apparently, a witch had been killed by a flying clock. They didn't know what happened exactly, but they suspected the younger witch that was in the cell with her. I nearly lost it when I heard that, they had a 12-year-old witch locked up in here. She was just a kid, young enough to still have accidental magic apparently. Before I could react, the guards were out of my room.

I thought about the kid for a moment. Had she even started school yet? I didn't know how it worked in America, and accidental magic stops when kids start their first year most of the time. That's when I had another thought. What if she wasn't a witch in the way I thought of. Like I wasn't a werewolf like the ones from the Wizarding World. It would explain how they had witches, but didn't know about apparating. This didn't help me calm down, but it did reassure me that they probably still didn't know what I was.

At lunch, Matasumi returned, asking me the same questions. I still didn't answer them, which he didn't seem to like. In the background, I could hear someone writing outside my cell. They were probably taking notes, hoping I would be more cooperative if I didn't know they were doing it. Instead of giving up after the 'What are you?' question, he interrogated me further, asking who Sirius and Remus were, how old I was, why we had gone to America (He probably noticed my accent in the infirmary yesterday) things like that.

"You could stop wasting your time on me, I think I made it pretty clear I'm not going to answer your questions." He looked a little annoyed by my attitude, "What? You think you can kidnap me, throw me into a cell, and that will make me cooperate? If you really think that you're seriously deluded."

"I see, perhaps we should use some more unpleasant methods then." When he said this, a guard left the cell, presumably to go get the torture kit. I thought that's what he was talking about at least. When the guard came back, he gave Matasumi a box. When he opened it, I could see there were syringes in it. "I really would prefer it if it didn't need to come to this, so I'll give you one last chance before I use this. Let's start with our first question again. What is your name?"

I thought about this for a while. My name wouldn't really help them a lot, they could try and find me, but I don't think they'll have much success, Harriet Potter isn't exactly an uncommon name, so I decided to answer this question. "Harriet." He seemed pleased with himself, he probably thought I was going to answer more questions now, but that depended entirely on what questions he asked. I endured Voldemort's cruciatus curse, so I would probably be able to handle anything they threw at me.

"Very good, and your last name?"

"Potter."

"Alright, thank you miss Potter. Now on to our second question, how did you appear out of thin air with your companions?"

This time I remained silent. I couldn't let them know about magic. It would be too much of an advantage for me to give up so easily.

"Very well then," Matasumi said after some time, "I see we have to resort to more drastic measures." He grabbed one of the syringes and stuck it into my arm.

As soon as he injected me, I could feel my arm started burning, though it soon spread to the rest of my body. I didn't scream once, I'm sure they knew it hurt, but I wouldn't let them win.

After an hour, he gave up, and he left me there. The drug wore off sometime later. When it was over, I fell asleep almost as soon as the chemicals were out of my system, exhausted from the pain I just went through.

After I woke up the next morning, I took out one of the books on the shelf. I didn't really see what was on the pages though. Instead, I tried to think up a plan for escaping.

I could do most first- and second year spells without using a wand. I was also able to summon and banish things wandlessly. Apart from that, there were a couple more advanced spells I could use. Things like the confundus charm, disillusionment or muffliato. Those last two would probably come in handy. I could try to apparate out of my cell, but I would only do that as a last resort. The risks were simply too great.

While I thought about this, I heard a cell door open. I looked at the door, but I didn't see anyone there. Then I heard someone walking in the other cell. I stood up and walked over to the hole between our cells. When I looked through it, I saw the other werewolf lying on her bed. I wondered why she was back in her cell. I hadn't seen her outside of my visit to the infirmary, so I'd assumed she was supposed to be staying there. So why was she in here now? I decided to ask her.

"Hello," I started, but she shot up in her bed and turned to look at me. "So why have you been thrown back in here?"

Elena P.O.V.

I immediately sat up when I heard someone talking to me. I looked to the source of the sound, and saw the other werewolf, the one that smelled strange, I noticed she was British now too. Getting thrown out might have been some good fortune after all. When Bauer accused me of turning her into a werewolf, I'd been furious. I had been helping her for the past week, saving her life on multiple occasions and she accuses me of jamming that needle into her arm. How the hell was I supposed to do that? I was bound to a chair when they found us. Of course, Matasumi was ready to believe her. He hadn't liked me being in the infirmary to begin with.

So I was sent back to my cell, my plans to get on Bauer's good side thrown out of the window. I must have been so preoccupied with the idiocy of everyone here, that I hadn't even smelled her in the other room.

"I was trying to help the big mad werewolf up there, but once she woke up, she blamed me for turning her into a werewolf in the first place." I decided to tell her the truth. I may not be able to work with Bauer to escape, but she might actually be able to help me a lot more. Right now, Bauer was a half-mad werewolf suffering from deliria, and with no control over her changes. This woman, or maybe girl would be more accurate, she couldn't be more than 20, but I doubted she was even that old. She might be able to help me a lot more. She seemed to be in control, especially if she is able to hide what she is from the people in the compound.

I decided to ask her whether they knew that yet, though I doubted it. She seemed like she was strong-willed, and you could see from her eyes that she had been through much in her life already. I didn't want to risk exposing her though. I doubted they'd let us keep in contact with each other through the convenient hole I made in the wall. If they hadn't let me talk to Ruth, they definitely wouldn't let me come into contact with another werewolf. There was also the matter of Winsloe, who probably wouldn't mind having another werewolf to hunt.

I was so caught up in my thoughts, that I almost missed her reply, "I knew someone like that once. Hated my guts, tried to discredit me for saying stuff her boss didn't want to come out. She kept walking around in a horrible pink cardigan like it would convince people that she wasn't pure evil. I think that's the only teacher I've ever had that even the other staff members hated." I laughed at that. "You laugh, but you've never met her. She even took over the entire school, tried to incriminate the headmaster. Eventually, a friend and I led her into the forest close the school, got her lost in there. Once she finally got out, she was sacked immediately." I laughed again.

"What kind of school hires people like that?"

"Oh, they didn't want to hire her. There were no applicant's, the last couple of teachers didn't have a good time. Eventually, the Ministry had to step in and they appointed her."

"How incompetent are they." I didn't mind I was thrown out of the infirmary anymore, I probably already had a better chance of escaping with this girl than I had with Sondra, just because she was in control, and she didn't hate me.

"Very." She seemed to think for a moment before saying that I didn't quite catch. "Could you go sit with your back to the glass?" It was a strange request, but I did it anyway. "Thanks, now we can talk freely."

"What do you mean? They can hear what we're saying."

"Not anymore, I'll explain later."

"Any chance you can explain it now?" If this was for real, escaping became a lot easier.

"Magic. I used a spell that makes it so that they can't listen in on the conversation. They can still see us though, so that's why you had to sit with your back to them. makes it less obvious that we're talking."

"Does that mean you're a witch and a werewolf?" I'd never heard of something like this, but then again, I didn't know about the other races until a little over a week ago. It also explained the strange scent she had.

"Yes," She hesitated before going further, I'm assuming you're the werewolf Jeremy was talking about when we contacted him?"

I was a little surprised that she had contacted Jeremy, with someone else apparently, "Who's we?"

"Me, my godfather, and his best friend."

I thought about this for a little while, before asking another question, "I'm guessing you contacted him because you were newly bitten."

She shook her head, "I wasn't, we didn't know what happened, I'm just glad Remus recognized it for what it was."

"What do you mean you weren't bitten? Women can't inherit the werewolf gene?" There had never been a woman that was born a werewolf. At least none that the pack knew about.

"We don't know, but since I'd remember if I was bitten by a big wolf, the only explanation is that I did somehow inherit it. We currently think the magic may have mutated the gene somehow."

She then told me all about what had happened to her since her eighteenth birthday. Afterward, I asked her about her magic, there had to be some way to use for our escape.

"I don't have my wand with me. I dropped it when they drugged me. I do have some spells I can do without a wand, but there's only a couple of them that are actually useful."

"What do you mean, your wand? I've seen some magic in the last two weeks, but I haven't seen anyone wave a stick around."

"I thought there were different witches here. When I overheard them talking about that incident yesterday I was wondering why they hadn't figured out what I was if they had other witches here. Figured there had to be other witches too."

"Too? What else has another version that you know about."

"Well, you've got werewolves at least."

"Really, and how are they different-" I turned around to see a guard standing there, carrying a vase with flowers. He put them on my desk and left the room. I walked over to the desk and scanned the card that was with it

"Secret admirer?" The girl, which I now knew was called Harriet, asked.

I nearly screamed in fury, "Winsloe, says he's sorry that I got thrown out."

"Who is he?" She asked.

"How do you not know who Tyrone Winsloe is. He runs a company that's famous all over the world."

"We don't really keep up with the muggle news, that's what we call non-magic users."

"It's not the most flattering term, is it?" She chuckled. We talked some more about the so-called Wizarding World, before some more guards came into my cell, telling me I was needed upstairs. The look on his face told me I wasn't going to like what I saw there.

Author's notes:

Like I said, we're probably not going to see Remus and Sirius for at least one more chapter.

*I know this is straight from Stolen, but I imagine Matasumi as a man that lives with a schedule, and someone that probably says this to every captive in the compound. Just because of the way he had Elena escorted, and the way he let the door close in the prologue, only to open it himself, just because the doors are meant to let one guard with captive trough and not two guards, I also Imagine him a bit like Hugo Strange from the Arkham Games, just a more spineless version.

**I get my information about the otherworld from either the books or the wiki, wiki/Half_Demons in this case.

I want to explain why I made Harri go through the torture because I have a couple of reasons for it. As stated in the story, Harri has endured Voldemort's Cruciatus curse, something he was very proficient at, so she knew she could take it. In the books, it's also shown that Harry is quite a stubborn person, particularly in his sixth year, when he suspects Draco Malfoy of being a Death Eater. Combine this with the fact that it works in Harri's favor if the people in the compound know little about her, and I think you've got a pretty good reason for why she doesn't tell them anything.

I also want to talk about Harri's magical abilities, because I plan on making her quite a powerful witch. To do that, I'll look at canon Harry, and give you examples of why I think I'm justified on making her magically powerful. You don't have to worry about a godlike Harri though, I don't want to make her invincible.

First off, Harry has encountered Voldemort 10 times, when he was 15 months old, when he was in the Forbidden Forest for detention, when he was stopping Quirrell, when he saves Ginny and slays the basilisk, in the Graveyard, in the Ministry of Magic, during the Battle of the Seven Potters, in Bathilda Bagshot's house, in the Forbidden Forest when he sacrifices himself, and the final time, in the Great Hall, for their final duel. Keep in mind, that Riddle was able to hold his own against Minerva McGonagall, Horace Slughorn, and Kingsley Shacklebolt at the same time. He even held his own against Dumbledore who wielded the Elder Wand. While Harry didn't really do much during the attack on Godric's Hollow, or both the times in the Forbidden Forest, that still leaves the 7 other times that he faced and sometimes even defeated Voldemort.

Harry is good at spells, getting an Exceeds Expectations in every O.W.L. he had to use his wand except for Defence against the Dark Arts, for which he got an Outstanding. This is further shown when you think about the fact that Harry was able to conjure a corporeal Patronus when he was thirteen years old, keep in mind that a Patronus is above N.E.W.T. levels, which makes it an exceptional achievement that he was able to do this. He was also able to wandlessly cast Lumos during the dementor attack on Little Whinging before he started his fifth year. He was also the leader and teacher of Dumbledore's Army, even though there were older students in the group. McGonagall has also complimented Harry with his Transfiguration skills. He also turned out to be good enough at potions, that Slughorn didn't suspect anything after he stopped using the Half-Blood Prince's book. He apparated throughout Britain while hunting the Horcruxes, and when he apparated Dumbledore and himself back to Hogsmeade. Apparating is something even more experienced wizards sometimes choose not to do, because of the safety risks when done incorrectly. He also shows he has a very strong will when he is the only one in his class that is able to throw of Barty Crouch Jr.'s Imperius curse.

Please let me know what you thought. If you have any tips on writing first person dialogue I'd really appreciate them, because I get the feeling I could be doing them better.