Welcome to Harriet Potter and the Other Reality! Before we begin, I would like to explain a few things.
This story is half AU, half canon. It will start in the year 2016, before the events of Captain America: Civil War begin. Twilight is originally set in 2005, but because this is a fan-fiction, Bella and Edward's love story officially started in 2012. The events of The Twilight Saga: Eclipse have yet to start.
The Harry Potter timeline, however, is still the same and will remain unchanged. Several details of Harry's life are different though, because this is the story of Harriet Potter, not Harry Potter.
The Wizarding World, Marvel Cinematic Universe and The Twilight Saga franchises all belong to their respective owners and I take no credit for any of the characters, plot, dialogue or worlds being used in this story that are familiar. I simply own the parts of the story that I have added, including but not limited to: characters, character traits, plots, storylines, dialogue and worlds.
Thank you for reading this long message.
Now, without further ado, I present to you Harriet Potter and the Other Reality. Please enjoy.
It happened suddenly, like in the blink of an eye.
One minute I had my eyes closed as I stood in the Forbidden Forest opposite Voldemort as his killing curse shot towards me. The next thing I know, I'm laying awkwardly in a much larger forest without a trace of the Dark Lord or his followers.
I wince as I force myself into a standing position, my body wanting nothing but to stay down and go into rest.
"Where... am I?" A frown etched itself onto my bruised and dirty face as I spun round in a circle, trying to understand what happened. I certainly wasn't dead, that's for sure.
My right hand shot to my jeans pocket, where my wand was usually kept hidden. I was relived to find it still there and in one piece.
My green eyes scanned my surroundings again before I felt satisfied. I seemed to be the only one in this forest for several miles and Voldemort would have likely made his presence known by now. Still, my hand was kept near my wand for emergency purposes.
My feet shuffled and I turned around, ready to find my way out of this greenery, only to pause.
"Harriet Potter," A man, most likely in his late thirties, stood in front of me practically floating. He had streaks of grey in his short, dark hair and wore strange clothing, with a red cape around his shoulders and some sort of metallic locket that glowed green around his neck.
My wand was pointing towards his throat within seconds, though a seed of doubt was clouding my fear. If I cast a spell, would it alert the ministry and tell of my whereabouts?
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I am Doctor Stephen Strange and I have some questions for you, The Girl Who Lived."
I scowled at the name this doctor called me. It was one that I had quickly loathed after discovering that I was a witch. Couldn't people just see me as Harriet Potter?
"What do you want?" I asked Stephen, my grip on my wand tightening as I was torn between casting a spell in defence and wanting to stay hidden from those who wanted to kill me.
Stephen raised his hands above his head, perhaps in an effort to show that he meant no harm, but I had grown up fighting for my life. I did not trust his intentions.
"Oh, I don't want anything from you. I just want to know why you're here." said Stephen as his feet touched the soggy ground of the forest. My eyebrows knitted together.
"I can't answer that, I'm not quite sure how I ended up here. You seem to know where I am though!" I was shouting now, whether hysterically or defensively, I didn't know.
All I know is that I'm scared, tired and confused. I can't remember the last time I slept, ate or had a decent shower.
Stephen slowly lowered his hands, but I still looked him in the eye challengingly.
"You're in Forks, Washington." I nearly fell over at the words. I was in the United States? How? I hadn't learnt to apparate yet, so how did I suddenly appear on the other side of the world in a completely different time zone to the United Kingdom?
"Uh..." I was at a loss of words and the man sighed, taking a step closer.
"You can put the magic stick away, I don't intend to hurt you."
"How can I trust that?" I countered, taking a step back and clumsily falling over a stray log. I winced as my already bruised body took another hit.
Stephen rose his arms, two large rings of gold engulfing his wrists. Suddenly, in one movement, he traded his strange outfit for a casual white t-shirt and blue button-up jacket, paired with some jeans and trainers.
"Because as a previously successful neurosurgeon, I'm better at helping people than hurting them." He held a hand out towards me and I eyed it warily before lowering my wand.
"One wrong move and I'll set you on fire." I warned before grasping his outstretched hand with my free one.
"I don't doubt that," he chuckled before he began leading us out of forest. I kept my wand tightly in my hand just in case.
"Perhaps, we should find you a shower and get those wounds looked at. Do you trust me?"
"No," I answered honestly and he chuckled again before suddenly a ring of gold sparks surrounded us, creating a portal of some sorts and we fell straight through it.