June 25th, 1991;

I've spent the last three days mulling over this situation and reading my new books. The only books I had that had no pre-made notes were my alchemy and types of magic books. Or so it seemed, I could sense a strong magic connected to the alchemy books that caused me to wonder who the original owner was. The other books had names I recognized, mostly, I didn't recognize the name on the arithmancy book that the bookkeeper had put in my pile.

The most learning I did over the past few days was of my own self though. My once dark and empty center was now inhabited by dull light and warmth. I've come to the conclusion that my center is actually where a magical core should be, so when I had none it was empty, but with one now it was much more interesting. Or at least I think, as I have no other reason as to why my center just flipped on me. After that discovery, I found that wandless magic was relatively easier than I expected. I still wished for a focus, but I wasn't sure if I wanted it in wand form or not.

I would need more books soon, and had already gone to get more clothes and a dragonhide briefcase my second day here. Now that I've had the time to think I have a few subjects I wanted to research. Most notably, to me anyway, would be my decision to pursue my self-appointed title of druid. I gave it to myself back in my universe and wanted to know if I could use this as an opportunity to become a proper druid. Half of me wanted to look into getting back home, but I was brought here to help, right? I might as well try, especially since this is a great opportunity to learn something new and for all I know when I finish here and go back no time would have passed.

Focus objects, druids, how to repair a split soul. Hmm, with the horcrux that was in Harry's head gone… does that make it harder? I need to look that up too. I also need to look up some stuff on wizarding laws and politics, gather some stuff to help with Sirius' case. Oh, and animagi, that was something I wanted to know a lot about. I discovered four spirit animals of mine back in my universe and I had no idea how that would affect things like that.

After I ate my lunch I left the cauldron to roam the alley and get that stuff I was looking for. First stop was the book store. I could probably get a lot of books here, and if it was recent I could go to flourish and Blotts, though I preferred the used Books with notes.

Upon entering the store, I made my way to where the bookkeeper was. "Hello again." I greeted warmly.

The bookkeeper smiled a little, "Why hello. Looking for anything specific?"

I nodded, "It may seem odd, but I need anything on animagi, druids, focus objects, and wizarding laws and politics. Do you have books on those topics?" I knew there wouldn't be much on horcruxes here, even if there was I'd have to find them on my own.

The bookkeeper nodded, and beckoned me to follow him. "Animagi happen to be a well-Liked subject, if rather difficult, so there are lots of books." he pulled four Books from the shelves and then moved on to another section, "druids however... "he paused Looking around, "are believed to have gone extinct. There isn't much knowledge on them most of it is mentioned in passing." after taking one book from the shelves he turned, "luckily someone piled information on the subject long ago." I frowned at the thin book, at least, thin to what I was used to and hoping. "The subjects sometimes work well together, though. Focus objects are popular among muggle borns that don't Like wands." he grabbed a few books on this before walking into a new aisle. "Do you have something to put all these books in?"

I nodded patting the bag/briefcase I had at my side. Seemingly satisfied the bookkeeper continued and an hour and a half later I had twenty whole books. Most of which was on politics, along with a few more books on charms, potions, and some on defense. After paying for the books and putting them in my case, to be sorted later, I left the shop and went into the nearby ice cream shop to read a little before I decided whether I wanted to get my wand or not.

The book I was reading mostly detailed why wands are used, and how they differ as opposed to other focus objects. I suppose it made sense that wands were seen as better. It was a simpler and easier to use focus, but even if it provided a higher output it made wandless magic more difficult. I happened to prefer the idea of wandless magic, I wouldn't have to remember to bring a stick with me everywhere. Unfortunately, there wasn't much on materials. Sighing I put the book down and leaned my head back closing my eyes.

I wish summer would end early.

My plans would go easier at Hogwarts where I could gather allies that could help me. I put the focus book back in my case and pinched the bridge of my nose. My hand was fidgeting, I wasn't sure if this body Just had the same amount of energy as mine or if it was my soul. But I've found myself fidgeting a lot in the past few days.

I need parchment and quills don't I…

Sighing I rested my head on the table. Drawing has always been a sort of nervous habit for me. Always keeping myself occupied I would draw, or write, reading was something to do. But, that was comprehension, the imagination in making art and stories took up more energy and kept me happy.

After taking a moment to calm my mind, and amusingly wondering if there were any wrackspurts nearby I got up and decided I'd go and get quills and parchment before heading back to the cauldron. It was, after all, getting close to dinner and while I may not be hungry, I am not above forcing myself to eat in order to repair a damaged body.

The parchment was easy enough to buy. While I found that, despite the convenience of a Self-inking quill, it was better to buy a couple quills and multiple ink pots of various colors. Walking out of the store I muttered a quick wandless Tempus to check the time.

5:15pm

Acceptable. If I head to the cauldron now I'll be just in time for an early dinner and still have plenty of research time afterwards. Grinning I arrived at the pub only fifteen minutes later and stopped as I noticed someone at the bar speaking to Tom. I frowned at the form of Dumbledore, with everyone fighting over whether or not he cared about Harry I really wanted as little to do with him as possible.

Of course, I had no reason to just skip dinner and go to my room in order to avoid him. This was a public place, if Dumbledore tried anything he'd end up regretting it. Unless he wanted to help, in which case, I'll take it.

Straightening and walking over to the bar I sat with just a seat between Dumbledore and I. "Hey Tom." I greeted the owner.

Tom smiled at me, "Oh Harry there you are. How is your research going?"

I shrugged, "It's all over the place and annoying as all heck, but I'll live. Any suggestions for dinner?" I tried to ignore the curious look on Dumbledore's face.

"Give me a Moment." Tom went and grabbed a plate of food putting it in front of me. "I expect you to eat it all too."

I grinned, "Yes sir." The good thing about a new body? My taste buds are different. In fact, I didn't taste much, so I wasn't as picky now. I pulled out the potion I need to take and downed it as I began eating. Over the next few minutes I was quite glad that Dumbledore didn't try to speak to me. That was, until he finished his food and put a hand on my shoulder to get my attention. I looked at him, mouth full of food, and frowning.

"Harry dear boy, I would like to speak to you for a moment."

"Sorry sir. But who are you?" Let's be honest, in my world, as myself, with no knowledge of a person. I would have denied him in five seconds flat and even call out to the nearest adult.

Dumbledore was smiling at me with a small twinkle in his eyes, that I refused to look at. "Albus Dumbledore." he supplied and I made an oh face before nodding and going back to my dinner.

"In that case, sit down. I'm still eating dinner but I have a bone to pick with you." Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that Tom was watching Dumbledore carefully. I wonder.

Dumbledore frowned a little but sat back down. "Very well. How did you get away from your relatives?"

"You mean the whale the horse and the cow?" he raised an eyebrow at what I called them but nodded. "I walked out in the dead of night and wound up here by morning."

Dumblegoat looked disappointed at me. "Harry, you shouldn't have run Away. I'm sure by now you know why you're famous here in the wizarding world. You must go back to your relatives. It's safer for you to be with them where any old followers of Voldemort can't find you."

I snorted, "They hate me and starved me regularly by locking me in my room which was a cupboard under the stairs. With all due respect sir, I'm securing a much safer place than that hell hole. If you care at all about my safety then you could help me."

He sighed and looked at me carefully. "What exactly are you doing to secure this 'safer' place?"

I smiled, "I looked into my godfather and his lack of trial before being thrown into Azkaban. I'm still doing research to build a case but if you wanted to help… get me as much info and maybe show up as a witness when I get him a trial. You know, little things."

"And if that fails?"

"Emancipation." I shrugged. "The goblins told me I could do that on my eleventh birthday. I'm sure potter manor is a safe place."

Dumbledore frowned before nodding. "Very well. Do try not to stray from Diagon alley and the leaky cauldron. As for evidence. I'm afraid I have none." he gave me an apologetic Look before getting up. "I'm afraid I have some business to attend to. Goodbye."

"Bye." I frowned at Dumbledore's retreating back and gritted my teeth.

He put something in my drink.

The old fool probably didn't think I'd notice. But, his hand went right over the cup. I picked it up and studied the liquid. I could sense the bit of magic that meant a potion was now in it. There was also a feint amount of unfamiliar magic trying to stick to me. I frowned and finished eating before thanking Tom and going to my room.

What potion though? And did Dumbledore place a tracking charm on me?

I don't know if he's actually on my side or not. But I hate people being able to keep track of me. So, I sat down and began meditating. What would happen if I broke down and absorbed the magic?

I regulated my breathing and began focusing on the magic trying to stick to me. Then I let my magic vibrate in my core, gaining power, and willing it to destroy the foreign magic. The result was a split-second flare with a mini light show. The golden glow of my magic the only thing remaining in the end. I pulled my magic back in and let it warm me a little.

I was tired after that, but I still had time before sleeping. I decided to look at the books on law and was quite glad to find it was more interesting than I expected.

Curling up on the bed with a quill and parchment I began developing a case. I also began a list of who to scorn for Sirius's unfair incarceration. A few hours later I ended up fast asleep with what I was using scattered around me.

June 26th, 1991;

I woke up with a pounding headache in the middle of the night. For a moment, I was confused as to what was going on before my mind filled me in. I frowned and leaned back into my pillow wondering what woke me from my dream.

I laid like that for a while. My mind was fuzzy and confusing and I just wanted to go back to sleep. But another part of me wanted to get up and go for a walk. Which confused me further because it was the middle of the night. But my limbs were itching for some exercise.

Sighing I got out of bed, a walk would be eas-

Why were my ears ringing?

Part of me still wanted to go for a walk, but another part of me slammed down reason and forced me to stay in place. I couldn't think, my ears were ringing. My body wanted to move, I couldn't think. The feeling of wanting to leave grew stronger as the ringing got louder.

I sat down on the floor and covered my ears. I felt like screaming as I retreated deep into my center. The magic of my core soothed my mind a little and I was able to think. Then I 'saw', more like felt, the magic that was being weaved around me.

I growled and grabbed onto the magic, hoping to find the intent behind it. Compulsions? A block? I absorbed the block into one of the caps I placed on my magic. Something was trying to calm me as well. I glared at it and destroyed whatever that was while halting all compulsions.

I had been trying to stay level headed these past few days. But as I felt my tiger side next to me I released my magic in a surge with the intent of being rid of anything malicious or harmful. My eyes snapped open and my head was once more clear with the ringing gone.

But I was exhausted. Getting up I walked back to my bed and face planted, falling back asleep almost instantly. I wasn't going to leave this building until Friday, and even then, I basically had everything handled all on my own when it came to the case. Once more I found myself wishing for Hogwarts to start.

July 23rd, 1991;

A month… I've been here a month. Sirius' trial won't be until after I'm already at school. But the lawyer I met with was shocked at how I blew the case open and barely stopped myself from suing the ministry. I was feeling nice, but if the ministry angers me… I'll have fun with that.

I still haven't gotten a wand. As much as I want one it does not help control. So I've been practicing wandless magic and bringing my control up. I've also ordered my mind, in my own way, as to pass for acceptable occlumency.

After the incident when I woke up to compulsion charms I decided to tell Tom and he's made sure Dumbledore can't talk to me while I'm at the cauldron. I don't know if it was Dumbledore but it's the only idea out there, Better safe than sorry. I've gained an ally in both Tom and the bookkeeper, Mr. Hagurdy. They're both Nice and helpful. Mr. Hagurdy even gave me a few books on horcruxes that detailed how to reunite the soul pieces to the original soul.

I'm no longer malnourished and my hair, which I started growing out, is getting pretty long. It grows faster than my old hair does and I now look the age of this body.

Resting back into my pillow I studied a potion that I had made earlier. It took a few tries, but I'm pretty sure it was an acceptable potion. If I took it, I would be a female again. I set it on the side table. It was easier to ignore my gender at first, but… it bothers me.

Getting up I took a shower and got ready for the day. I was heading to a ministry holding cell to talk to Sirius. The mind healers cleared him and now it's just a matter of waiting until his trial. I tied my hair in a low pony tail and looked at the potion before putting it in the pocket of my robes. I told the goblins that I wanted to make the potion myself, gives me time to back out if I decided to. After talking to Sirius I'll be heading to Gringotts.

I walked downstairs and was about to leave when Tom called to me. "Don't think you're going anywhere without eating first."

"I'm strong now. Missing one meal won't do much harm. Besides if I don't get going soon I'll be late."

Tom gave me a stern look and I sighed realizing I couldn't win. "I'm sure your godfather would understand you maintaining your health. Now eat." he tapped a plate and I, reluctantly, sat down to begin eating.

Everything still tasted wonderful to me, I loved it. After I finished I got up. "Thanks for the meal Tom. Can I use the floo?"

Tom nodded, "Of course, better hurry now. Just throw the powder in and be clear about your destination."

I nodded and grabbed some floo powder throwing it into the flames. "Ministry of Magic!" I stumbled out of the fireplace at the ministry and looked around once I regained my footing.

Now how to get to the holding cells, following signs I ended up right outside the area before I was stopped. I smiled at the person who was guarding the cells.

"Name."

"Harry potter sir, I'm here to speak to Sirius Black."

The guard looked at me a moment before nodding. He opened the door to where the cells are and a guard on the inside stood waiting. "Take Mr. Potter to Sirius Black. He has a pre-arranged meeting." the first guard told the second and the second nodded.

"Do you have any wands or potions on you?" the second guard questioned.

I pulled out the potion I had made, "Just this, but I made it myself so I don't know if it's any good. In any case, it's for myself and can't really help in a prison break unless your guards are really incompetent."

The guard frowned at me and took the potion, putting it in a box on a table. "Either way. You'll be getting it back on your way out so don't you worry. Now follow me." the guard began walking down the hall and I diligently followed. He stopped before a door and opened it, allowing me to step inside.

I took a deep breath and walked in. It wasn't a cell, just a normal police room that prisoners are put in when they have meetings. Sirius was already sitting down in a chair, well groomed, but still in a prisoner's uniform. He rose to greet me, a large smile on his face. "You have thirty minutes." The guard intoned before closing the door behind me. Something seemed a little lax in the security here… just a little. I mean they didn't even search me.

I stayed where I was as Sirius walked over. "Harry. It's good to see you again." He hugged me and I stiffened, trying not to flinch. Sirius noticed and pulled away. "Is everything okay pup?"

I refused to look in his eyes as I took a deep breath. "You should sit down Sirius. There's something I have to tell you." I wasn't going to keep the truth from Sirius, he had the right to know and I'd lose his trust later on if I didn't tell him.

Sirius frowned and sat down. "What's wrong Harry?" I sat down across from him and eventually looked back into his eyes. They were full of concern.

"I'm not going to lie to you Sirius." I started quietly. The worry became more apparent, "On the night of June 22nd, a little over a month ago, the real Harry James Potter died from what I'm sure was starvation and mistreatment at the hands of his muggle relatives the Dursleys." Sirius' face went from worry, to alarm, to anguish, anger, and, finally, a little amused.

"Very funny pup. The first time you meet me and you already tried to pull one over on me. Just like your father." Oh, great he's in denial. Well, better than anger.

My eyes softened, "I wish this was a joke. If Harry hadn't died before he was supposed to I wouldn't have been taken from my universe to play his role for him. All I can say is that at least a little kid didn't get dragged into something as bad as a war and prophecies and being the chosen one." I watched Sirius' face fall.

"You're not lying." he choked out, voice full of sadness.

I sighed and leaned back. "No, I'm not." it was silent for a while. Sirius held his head in his hands and I just sat patiently. If he needed more time then I'd just come back again. But I had to jump through hoops to get here and I'm going to at least see if I can talk to him more while I'm here.

After a while Sirius balled his hands into fists and punched the table. "Who let this happen?!"

I shrugged. "According to the stories I read in my universe. Dumbledore. He put Harry with the Dursleys to 'protect' him. However Petunia and Vernon hate all things magic, Harry included. He lived in a cupboard under the stairs and was starved when he did anything 'freakish'. Don't worry I'm planning something for the Dursleys." and I was, it involved a golem an anonymous tip and police.

Sirius growled lowly, "And Dumbledore?"

I rested my cheek on my hand, "I'm not sure yet. But it involves discrediting him completely, getting him fired, and then getting him arrested. I'm not sure how I'm going to do any of that though."

"I could think of a few things." Sirius had a dark look on his face and I frowned.

"Sirius!" I snapped, "Don't do anything you'll regret. I'm getting you out of Azkaban for a reason and it's not just because I know you're innocent. I'll need your help later."

Sirius frowned at me but sighed. "Fine. But he'll still pay, right?"

"Yes of course." I smiled and stood, "Times almost up. If you have any questions, or ideas on how to legally destroy Dumbledore, then please ask the guards to send a letter, I'm sure that's allowed?" at Sirius' nod I continued, "I'll be very busy in the next few weeks, but I'll respond to anything sent as quick as possible."

The door was opened then and the guard looked at me, "Times up." I nodded and walked out the door and down the hall.

After I was out of the area, with my potion back in my pocket, I realized I probably just turned Sirius away from Dumbledore for good, and on a path of revenge. I hope I can keep him from getting himself thrown back into Azkaban. I also hope Sirius didn't decide it's not worth it and give up on getting out. I chose this moment to tell him so I didn't have to lie to him at all, and also because it would give a chance for him to decide what he wanted to do. He can't let rage consume him and go after Dumbledore or the Dursleys, he'll have time to calm down. It's perfect.

From the ministry, I headed to Gringotts to talk to Ruskokt. I made my decision, I'm going to turn this world on its head in any way I can and still call it helping. Even if it's something as small as the boy who lived being a girl.