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Summary: Winter Rosa Potter has always been diffrent from people. Being a witch hadn't changed that due to her near death experiences. After nearly dying of hunger due to being forced home during the Christmas holidays in second year, she finds an odd fruit and eats it. She doesn't care if it could kill her, the school hating her and always being alone was already doing that. She was rather surprised to see the results of doing that, but she can't help it if she's happy with it. After all, it gave her what she wanted most in the end and that was enough for her. Fem!Harry. Ministry/Dumbledore/selective!Weasley!Bash!

Pairing: Fem! Harry, Winter/Trafalgar Law

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Chapter Eleven

"SoXXXX!" Luffy grinned at me from his place on the figure head, "We're almost to Sabaody! Isn't that cool?!"

I offered the messy haired boy a strained smile, "Yeah. Why don't you go wake up Zoro? We wouldn't want him to miss out on anything."

"Good idea!" He jumped off the figure head and ran off towards where I assumed Zoro was.

I mentally apologized to Zoro before frowning at the approaching archipelago. It wasn't as if I wasn't excited by the prospect of being there. I was happy that I would be able to spend time with Law again and catch up, but something was nibbling at the edge of my mind. My eyes narrowed as my instincts buzzed about and screamed that something was going to happen in the near future. My shoulder burned causing my eyes to narrow even further. Something was going on and it wasn't going to be good. I didn't even flinch as talons gripped my burning shoulder and Hedwig murmured, "An ill wind is brewing."

End of dream

It felt like a thousand little hornets were buzzing in my skull and shoving their stingers into my brain every time I tried to pay attention to the lesson at hand. It was getting worse by the second prompting me to slowly become disconnected from the world around me only to snap back to reality as Hermione's hand touched my shoulder. I looked at her before hearing the scraping of chairs and asked, "Is it time for dinner?"

"Yeah," She looked at me in concern, "Are you alright? You weren't paying attention like you usually do,"

I ran a hand through my hair before packing up my things as I contemplated on how to answer her question. She always had good instincts when it came to what was wrong through thorough exposure to me over the last almost two years, but she was still slightly stunted when it came to dealing with me when it came to my new instincts. Of course, the problem with that was that my instincts were 'new' rather than something she was used to dealing with. I frowned darkly and shoved my thoughts to the side as I answered her, "It's probably just me wishing Boreas wasn't delivering messages to everyone."

She eyed me before nodding, "Alright, but tell me if it's something else alright?"

I gave her a small smile and a nod before we left the room. Immediately the buzzing in my mind got worse and there was a prickling sensation running across the base of my neck. I shoved my hands into the pocket of my robes and felt the mirror that Hermione had convinced me to carry. The mirror was rather old and the girl had a new one that her mother had given to her during christmas break. Hermione had given me the old mirror because she wanted me to have protection against the basilisk in the event that my, in her words "Suicidally stupid plan" managed to come to fruition. I was planning on facing the snake alone the minute I figured out where it had come from; which was becoming increasingly easy now that we narrowed down how it could get around. By conversing with the ghosts, we managed to find out that the pipes were huge! A letter to Hector confirmed that pipes of that size would be able to fit a basilisk around 1000 years of age. I had asked how he knew, but hadn't gotten a return letter yet. As it stood, the theory was further confirmed when Daphne had mentioned that the founder of the snake house had been a child of water. With that known, we had managed to narrow it down to the bathrooms, but couldn't figure out which one. It was becoming frustratingly apparent that Salazar Slytherin was a genious when it came to hiding things. My train of thoughts was derailed when I heard the hissing of a snake. My eyes widened slightly as I caught the tail end of what it was saying "Sleep too long...Need food...Need more than Vermine-"

The sound was cut off a few moments later as a large group of Gryffindor fifth years walked into the corridor. The noise they were making caused me to lose the snake making me want to curse loudly. I was very tempted to break some of their bones, but decided to try and follow the path the snake had taken. My decision led to a very confused and slightly angry group of fifth years as I ran through the middle of their group while shoving them slightly. Hermione was reasonably shocked and left in the dust as I tried to catch up to the snake. I could almost smell something in the air and caught a small hint of perfume at the end of the hallway before it disappeared. I sniffed around only to find nothing making my hidden tail twitch and my ears to flick back against my head. I glared at the empty place that just recently held stairs and the dead end that was open air. A low growl left me at the fact that I had missed out on my prey only to yelp as I was swung around to face a very irate Hermione. Her brown eyes flashed with anger, "What the hell was that about?"

"I heard it," I was very glad that the area was deserted.

Her anger was gone in moments as her skin paled, "WHAT?!"

I repeated my words, "I heard it," The irritation on missing my prey was gone as I focused on my best friend, "The basilisk."

"Are you sure?" I nodded and repeated the words softly, "Shit,"

I was surprised by the curse, but ignored it in favor of growling, "And those damn fifth years made me lose track of my prey."

"Prey?" The word caught both of us off guard, "What do you mean prey?"

"That's what the snake registers as in my mind," I explain with a small, sheepish blush coating my cheeks, "Isn't that obvious?"

She let out a laugh after staring at me for a while with an unreadable look on her face. She continued to laugh prompting me to laugh as well. She took a deep breath as we both sobered and murmured, "Only your wolfish brain would pin a giant, deadly snake as prey."

I tried to frown at her, but couldn't keep the smile off my face. I shook my head after a few minutes before hearing the stairs settle once more into their correct position as my stomach growled prompting me to say, "Let's go eat. We worked hard today and the snakes gone for the moment."

Hermione nodded even as the hornets in my mind dug a bit deeper with each sting. A sinking feeling in my stomach made me wonder if something very bad was happening, but the question was: What?

A day later

My hand curled into a fist moments before I slammed it into the brick wall. I growled under my breath as a subdued silence filled the room. My ears were flat against my skull as I watched the cracks spread across the stone and felt sharp pain in my knuckles. I ignored it as I turned towards the group as Susan broke the silence that had descended upon us upon hearing the news of what had occurred, "Where are Ginny and George?"

"Hospital Wing," My tail lashed out behind me as I answered the question, "Looking after Fred,"

"Damn it," Tracy cursed prompting me to look at the brunette, "Why the hell did it have to be one of us?"

"Fate's a fucking bitch," I growled darkly and saw a shudder go through everyone, "She's a fucking whore faced bitch that loves making everyone's lives complicated,"

"Winter," Hermione's voice was softer than usual making me look at her directly, "Calm down,"

I growled deeply at her for the order before noticing that a thin layer of frost was covering the room. The chilling warmth that was my element swirled through my veins and caused my marks to become visible despite the glamour on my bracelets. They were glowing a bright neon blue while pulsing with each beat of my heart. I stared at them before feeling Boreas' claws digging into my shoulder prompting me to turn my head towards him. His eyes were closed, but the feeling of anger radiated through his side of the bond. He spoke with a small rasp to his voice, "Little one calm down. You'll freeze them."

My frown deepened, but I didn't deny it as the group around me shivered. With a deep breath, I concentrated on pulling my magic back into my body. It was far harder than it usually was, but I guess that would happen if I was angry. Once I did that, I spoke softly as my emotions were pushed into the back of my mind, "Sorry about that. We need to figure out where that fucking snake is coming from."

I saw a few shaky nods and felt a small vein of anger at myself for nearly freezing them. Daphne didn't look too affected by my magic, but seemed slightly shaky regardless. It was rather surprising, but then again she was a child of frost like me. I shook it off in favor of throwing myself into finding the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets and ending that bastard snake.

~Line~Break~

I ran a hand through my hair as I waited for Madame Pomfrey. She was busy with some other patients, well the ones not petrified. I was happy to wait as it gave me more time to sit in the calming atmosphere that was the hospital wing. Sure there was some lingering somber air, but that came from the fact that people were petrified and the cure has yet to be made. While it was slightly depressing, it was better than the caustic atmosphere that was the rest of the school. In fact, it was so bad that the only places that were unaffected were the hospital wing or the room that Hermione, Luna, and I frequented. I had made the conscious decision to spend time away from the other elemental children, as I've taken to calling the other children of the spirits. It's not that I don't want to spend time around them, but it's hard to when all of them were so somber over Fred being petrified. I knew it was impolite and very idiotic of me to do, but everytime I see them, a stab of jealousy hits me and buries itself deep. I knew it was irrational of me to feel that way as I knew why they were that close. It was after all a coping method that many used when faced with adversity to keep themselves from cracking. I knew that, but I couldn't help it when I felt jealous. I knew that I had Hermione and now Luna, but it still bit at me. With a mental growl, I tossed those thoughts away as I seriously contemplated hitting my head against the nearest object, but did thanks to Madame Pomfrey finally getting to me. I offered her my normal not there smile as she greeted me, "Hello Ms. Potter. How have you been feeling?"

"I've been okay," I answered her softly, "Slightly stressed, but with the tests coming up, it's hard not to be,"

She clucked her tongue lightly, "Every year it's the same old thing. Honestly they really shouldn't stress the students out so much at the end of the year."

I felt my smile widen slightly at that as amusement flared through me. I let out a small giggle before asking, "What are we doing today?"

"Today I'm going to be doing our regular tests for potions," She answered as she took out her wand, "After that, I will be checking your magic pathways to ensure they're recovering,"

I nodded and watched her work. The familiar wand movements and latin words for the potions check were still mesmerizing. A diagonal right into a downward slash, a semi-circle into a jab, a jab into a diagonal left, and a spiral into a cross. It was a work of beauty that made me think of swords and a slow memory rose up...

Memory

"Keep your guard up," A stern, hawk-eyed male reminded.

I scowled at him as the blade in my hand shook. My breath was harsh as sweat stuck to my forehead. I growled under my breath only to turn my head upon hearing, "Hey Hawky! SoXXXX! What's going on?!"

I grinned at the red haired man only to scowl as the hawk-eyed man said, "She isn't working with her sword."

"Maybe she should be using a longsword," Shanks suggested as I set the blade down in order to hug the red haired man in greeting, "Maybe a short sword,"

"Perhaps," I ignored the conversation in favor of taking in Shank's saki infused scent, "A tanto?"

"Maybe," Shanks pulled away from me and looked me over, "What about a short Dao? She could have a second one,"

Next Memory

I grinned wildly as I darted forward and clashed with a male in white. He grunted from the force I put behind my short dao before gasping as my second one slammed into his side. Blood spurted from the wound as I pulled upwards before darting back. He let out a gasping breath as he began to bleed out. I moved onto another one and another before finally coming to a stop next to an obsidian haired male wearing a spotted white hat. He smirked down at me and chuckled, "You're just as deadly with those Dao as you are with your kusarigama."

Next memory

"SoXXXX what is that weapon?" I looked at the orange haired woman and opened my mouth to answer.

I didn't get a chance to as a green haired male spoke, "She's holding a Dao. It's a one sided sword that's used for slashing and chopping. It's a short one meaning she has a second one hidden somewhere."

"Okay, but what's that thing on her waist?" The orangette asked prompting the male to sigh.

"It's a Kusarigama or chain scythe," He looked at me with a raised eyebrow, "Odd weapons,"

I shrugged while Nami asked, "How do you know Zoro?"

End of memories

"...one," I blinked at the healer as I returned to reality.

She smiled at me and I asked, "Everything alright?"

"Yes since there are no potions in your system save for the nutrition one I'm giving you," She was humming lightly, "Now let's see what's going on with your pathways,"

"Pathways?" I mumble causing her to chuckle.

"Your magic pathways," She answered prompting me to ask.

"Why do ya need to check them?" My head tilted slightly to the side.

"Your Guardian has asked me to check them," My eyes narrow at her in suspicion prompting her to raise her hands in defence, "Mr. Hector wanted me to give him a full report and this is one of the last things I need to put into it,"

"Why didn't he ask me first?" She sighed softly, "He isn't that kind of person,"

She looked at me in surprise and asked, "How do you know?"

I frowned at her, "I'd rather not tell you. Please answer my question."

"I don't know," She frowned at me in return before sighing and reaching to the table next to the hospital bed.

She handed me a scroll and I immediately noticed that it was made from the paper Hector liked to use. The paper was lightweight and crinckle proof meaning that it wouldn't curl up once I unrolled it. I cracked the seal and immediately smelt Hector's scent. His scent was rather odd, but slightly comforting. Warm air, an autumn night, and rocky scent that spoke of freshly dug gems. I smiled slightly before I began to read what Hector had written:

Dear Winter,

I have asked Madame Pomfrey for a full report on your health both for my records and to ease my worry. She will be checking your magic pathways for me, so that I know if you'll be ready to immerse yourself in elemental training once you get home for the summer. I would say more, but I do not trust those inside of Hogwarts. Be careful, Frostling.

Let the winds rise,
Hector.

I felt curiosity rise inside of me and excitement at the prospect of actually learning about what I can do. I felt a small blanket of calm settle over my emotions as Boreas' weight came to rest comfortably around my shoulders. I closed my eyes as he murmured, "Calm yourself. There will be time for that later."

I almost pouted, but refrained as I looked at Madame Pomfrey. I took a deep breath before finally agreeing to the scan, "Fine."

She didn't reply as her work began. I nearly rolled my eyes at seeing her become immediately immersed in her work...

Memory

Grey eyes focused on the book on the desk. They roved across the pages even as tanned fingers turned the pages. Corners of his lips were tilted downwards in concentration as eyebrows scrunched together. Hair messier than usual from the amount of time he had spent looking through that book in his research mode. A voice far off in the distance shouted, "CAPTAIN!"

The man jerked slightly before growling as he muttered, "What the fuck do they want?" Grey eyes flicked towards me, "Why can't they let me study in peace?" My lips twitched into a smile as I shrugged, "Can you go check on them? I want to finish."

I nodded and slipped off the bed and padded my way towards the door. I glanced back and found him once again immersed in his reading. I shook my head in wry amusement even as...

End of memory

"...Ood condition," I blinked at the healer in curiosity even as Boreas removed his claws from my shoulder.

I mentally growled at him even as he murmured, "Listen to her."

With a sigh, I did as my familiar bid and listened to the healer, "Your pathways are well onto their way to healing, but it will take time. In a month or two, you can start to up your magic usage," I filed that information away, "Alright go and eat. Lunch should be ready by now."

I hopped off the bed and gave her a soft smile, "Thank you for everything Madame Pomfrey."

She nodded to me as a quill wrote down something on a piece of parchment. I looked at it curiously gaining a soft laugh, "I used a spell on the quill to write down my observations as I think of them. It's for when I'm working on patient and do not have the time to stop what I'm doing."

"What's it writing?" I ask as I made my way over to the quill.

"It's writing down the results of the various tests I did today to make sure you're becoming healthy," I blink lightly before grabbing the parchment as the quill stopped writing, "You can look it over if you wish though some of it may not make sense,"

I looked over the paper and read over it. I came across words that took a me a moment to decipher their meanings before getting them. My head began to ache as I looked over the loopy writing of the healer before I finally found something I couldn't figure out what it meant. I handed her the parchment back while asking, "What does this mean?"

She looked at what I was pointing at and smiled faintly, "It means that you don't have any potions in your system that aren't good for you."

I frowned at hearing that, "Why would I have potions in my system? I haven't drank any recently."

"I'm having the elves put nutrient potions in your food to make it so your recovery is easier," She answered prompting my frown to deepen.

"You did this without asking me," She frowned upon hearing the small growl in my voice.

"Yes, but I didn't think it would be necessary," She replied causing my eyes to narrow and a growl to rumble through my chest.

"Then I do not think it's necessary for me to return here," I replied while anger filled me, "I will not be left in the dark of such things,"

"Ms. Potter-" She began only for me to glare at her and bare my teeth.

She recoiled as if slapped even as I growled at her, "I will not allow myself to be left out on information no matter how minor. For all I know, you aren't just putting nutrient potions into my food. What if I was allergic to them?" The cooled heat of my magic was rising inside of me alongside the chilling warmth of my element, "Do you have any idea how stupid that was?" My eyes narrowed further at her as my teeth began to ache alongside my eyes, "Any idiot with a shred of medical knowledge knows you don't give a fucking patient anything unless it's either an emergency or you know if they're allergic to it," My skin began to itch as if beetles or ants were crawling along it, "I decided to trust you with my health in order to get the best possible outcome, but you've betrayed it by doing something no healer in their right mind would do regardless of how bad the situation previously was because they know that just a single push could topple their patients health into the abyss of death."

I would have continued, but wave after wave of calm slammed into me as Boreas' calming voice filled my mind, "Enough little one. You'll freeze this place of healing at this rate. Plus the school needs this one even if what she did was uncalled for."

I realized that I had allowed my magic and element to run wild, but kept it up as I growled out what was most likely my final words to the woman, "I hope your happy to betray my trust Madam. I doubt I will ever show you the same amount again. You will only see me if I get injured in quidditch, but otherwise this is it," I turned and left the room while reeling my powers back inside of me even as I gave a final parting shot, "Only fools with no concept or want to heal would do something so stupid. Your teachers would be rolling in their graves if they still live as would my parents if they knew. Perhaps I should inform those in charge of healers? They would probably love to find someone more competent at the job for the 'Girl-Who-Live'," I snorted at the title even as I craved to wash the vile taste of it off my tongue, "Good day Madam."

I closed the doors behind me with a small snap.

~Line~Break~

I stared at the moon as it rose in the sky and spoke softly to Boreas as he sat on the stones near the lake next to me, "What happened back in the hospital wing?"

He seemed to sigh as tiredness filled our link, "I had wished that you would have had more time before you experienced it, but it seems that no Zoan user is able to keep it from happening. It seems to be a part of your fruit settling into place."

I looked at him in confusion only for it to deepen beyond his words at the sight he created. An aura of age seemed to flow through the air around him as he stared at the moon. His features became older and his eyes much warier. I whispered his name softly in confusion at seeing this, "Boreas?"

His voice and mental presence seemed to age as he spoke, "I have been alive for a long time little one," He chuckled tiredly as shock radiated through me, "I am old even among my kind and by the time we met, I had give up any hope of meeting my mage," He turned his usually bright eyes on me as his voice took on a serious lit, "What happened to you in the hospital wing is something that all Zoan users go through after eating their fruits though some happen much sooner or later," Amusement filled his voice for a second before it returned to it's serious tone, "It has many names, but the best suited is Trigger. Trigger occurs when a new Zoan users experiences an intense negative emotions and it causes them to begin the transformation into their animal form without noticing. When in Trigger, they lose themselves to their base emotions and instincts," I opened my mouth to speak only for the information to sink in and closed my mouth at the implications, "It often results in a fair amount of damage," My eyes narrow at his tone before widening as I realized what I could have done, "Often the one causing the anger is at least injured severely, but in some cases-"

"They die," My blood turned ice at the implications, "And that happens even when they can't use magic or are tied to an element,"

He nodded solemnly causing me to let out a low whine. Comforting feelings wrapped around me prompting me to bury my nose into Boreas' soft fur as he curled around my muzzle, "Aye. You probably would have killed everyone in the hospital wing had I not snapped you out of it, but you didn't so it's alright," A low whine left me prompting him to sigh, "Little one with me here, you won't slip into Trigger unless I allow it. It's one of the reasons we familiars exist. You are a child with a Zoan ability thus Trigger will sneak up on you easier," I wanted to whine at hearing that only to perk up as he said, "Now that you've experienced Trigger, I will be able to help you keep from falling into it. A weakness will turn into a strength."

"Really?" I asked hopefully prompting a small laugh from him.

"Of course," He nuzzled my cheek before moving away, "Now let's continue building up that endurance of yours. You'll need it for when we begin training for real,"

I nodded and happily pushed myself into the ground by running as long as I could at a constant speed. Running was quickly turning into an addictive pleasure from the only relief I had from Dudley and his gang. Both in wolf form and human form, I was beginning to enjoy the feeling of wind brushing through my fur/hair as exhaustion clung to my bones in a delicious way. My muscles burned from the exertion. My mind finally resting as thoughts finally stilled in my head as I focused only on my body and keeping myself from moving any slower or faster in a constant direction.

End of chapter.