Harley Potter and The Sorcerers Stone

A Harry Potter Story

The Girl Who Lived

Chapter Two

Author Note/Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe. The only thing I own is some of the storyline. I also own any original characters that you may see. Everything else is owned by famous people that actually have money. Pairings will not occur until third year, though second year will have boys flirting with Harley and what not, but nothing will happen.

Updated 11/10/12 - I've decided to go through my Harley Potter stories once again and edit some of them. It's been awhile since I've actually written anything for this story series, and so I need to re-read some of it and change some things. I'll be doing that for this story, going through each chapter and editing it so it sounds better than it did before, and also so I can get more ideas for this series. But I will restart writing for it again. I had many ideas for this story before I stopped writing it for awhile, now I need to figure out why I had these ideas and work on it.

Summary: This is a new year for Harley Potter. Another adventure is in the rise. What will happen? What new and interesting mysterious will arise, and what old ones will be solved? Is Harley ready to handle these new truths or will it be too much for her to handle?

Pairings: Harley P./?

Setting(s): AU. This story takes place in the Harry Potter books.

Rating: NC-17 or M at times

Warnings (Including but not limited to): Violence, Strong Language, Adult Situations, Graphic Sex (Maybe), Fighting, Terrorism, Slash (Male/Male & Female/Female), Threesome/Foursome Couplings, Religious Themes, Religious Talk, Disbelief In Religions, Torture, ect.

Songs: None

London, England

An Orphanage

Early Morning

Bright green eyes fluttered open from the slumber the young girl was once in. The bright flash of green light still reflected in her mind, in her eyes, like a beacon in the shadowed darkness. The familiar sound of a woman's voice begging, to a chilling cackling voice still echoed in her ears as the nightmare slowly disappeared, leaving nothing but a short memory. For the last four years of her life, Harley Potter had continued to relive the hellish nightmare during the night. It was something she wished would impede, that these nightmares would just suddenly disappear and never occur again...and perhaps it would...one day.

Harley's mind began to wander as she stared at the ceiling laying in the uncomfortable twin sized bed. She could feel the springs through the cushions digging into her back. It left her uncomfortable and sore, even in sleep, leaving her feeling more tired than she was the day before. Sighing again, Harley clenched and unclenched her fists as her mind raced. 'Was I reliving my mothers last moments? What was with the bright green light? Or the cold cackling voice?' The messy raven-haired girl shook her head and pushed the thoughts away, having no answers to them anyways.

As she remained laying in bed, she rubbed her emerald green eyes before reaching over to the nightstand beside her and felt for the chilly metal. She wrapped her hands around the aged glasses and slipped the circular silver and gold thin framed glasses over her eyes, which stayed comfortably on top of her nose. The blurry room became clearer to see now that she had her glasses on. Yawning tiredly, Harley glanced to the window across from her bed.

Looking out at the gloomy London morning a small frown crossed her lips as she inhaled and exhaled deeply. 'Yet another cold morning…great.' She thought sarcastically to herself. The young girl adjusted herself on her back, the stiff bedding digging into her back, no matter which position she chose. "Stupid bed...it's like cardboard." She grumbled to herself. Her voice was rather pretty for a girl her age, a voice that captured many people's attentions when she spoke. She had the charismatic attitude that left many charmed and enraptured by the beautiful child. Though her cynical attitude wasn't unusual, especially since she wasn't a morning person, it left much to be desired, as she could be rather bratty towards everyone would tried to speak to her. Until she was fully awake of course.

The sound of footsteps scampering outside the hall made the girl groan to herself. It was only seven in the morning, in the summer time, and yet everyone was waking up. In the heart of London, it was a rather shoddy and impecunious building. It was known as the Buckingham Boarding House for Orphans, a rather pathetic Orphanage, and obvious for any who walked inside. Those who worked in the Orphanage had no real desire to care for the hooligans within the building. All the Headmistress cared about was the money she got from the government for taking care of the children. Though not that many could call it caring, not with how she treated them all.

Caroline Buckingham had no real need for the money. She was just a rather greed old cow, as Harley liked to call her. After the mysterious and unsuspecting death of her late husband, Benjamin Buckingham, she got his entire fortune, which was quite a lot, and would have led her a plentiful life without work until she died. That wasn't like Mrs. Buckingham though; she was a greedy and heartless old hag that enjoyed causing torment for the younger children, especially Harley Potter.

Since Harley Potter was, as most would say, abnormal, she was the most picked on by the staff and children at Buckingham Boarding House. Unlike most children her age, Harley seemed to be more mature than a child should be and more knowledgeable about the outside world. She had, since she was old enough to walk, been forced to clean, help cook the small meager meals for the other children and clean the back and front yard of the Orphanage for hours at a time. Harley despised the Orphanage and all those within and wouldn't feel any remorse should something ever happen to them, but she kept those darker thoughts to herself and locked deep away.

The sound of a sharp rap against the door to her bedroom brought the eleven-year-old girl out of her thoughts. Glancing over at the door she stared at it for a long moment, waiting for the annoyed tapping to come again. It was a routine she normally did, hoping for once they would leave her be though it would never happen. It was worth a try. Harley wasn't disappointed when the rapping on the door happened yet again.

The cold and emotionless voice of Caroline Buckingham filtered through the door and reached Harley's ears, making the young girl grimace at the sound. "Get up girl. You have work to do." Caroline Buckingham ordered. The old hag was once a very pretty woman, until she began to grow older and more heartless. She had dark, mousy blond hair and ice-cold blue eyes that seemed to look into Harley's soul. It chilled the girl to the bone whenever she was forced to associate with the older woman. Harley made it almost a law to not come across with the elder woman given half the chance. With another short tap on the door the sound of clicking heels becoming distant let the girl know Mrs. Buckingham had finally left.

With a frown Harley swung the thin covers off of her and towards the foot of the bed. Rubbing her forehead tiredly, she could feel her usual headache beginning to emerge, even before the day began. Groaning to herself Harley stood and made her way to the small closet near the door. Swinging it open the girl grabbed a random pair of torn looking jeans, a dulling black t-shirt and ragged black shoes. Quickly throwing them on she ran a hand through her naturally unruly hair. She already knew it was a lost cause to try to brush the mess of black hair, so she let it be.

Harley opened the bedroom door and slipped through the small crack in the door and made her way down the hallway. She glanced around at the other closed doors with disinterest. Usually each child had at least two other roommates but since everyone considered Harley a freak, including the staff, she got her own room.

Slowly the young girl made her way downstairs, her feet thumped loudly as she walked down each step at a steady pace. The smell of eggs, bacon and sausage could be smelt from where she stood in the dinning room entryway. Her stomach gave a grumble, agreeing that she was in desperate need of food. Making her way into the large dinning room that was filled with chattering voices of other children, she took a seat at the far end of the table. The dinning rooms energy buzzed with excitement, everyone whispering excitedly at the idea of them all being allowed to go to the zoo, including Harley. Pulling her plate full of food towards her she quickly began to shovel food into her mouth, knowing one of the older children would try to steal it from her if she didn't eat it all at that very moment.

Afternoon

The Orphanage's Kitchen

Harley sat on her knees as she scrubbed the tile floors of the kitchen with her bare hands. The rag sloshed back and forth in a rhythm as Harley dunked, flopped and scrubbed the floor. She sang a song to herself, her musical voice echoing in the silent room. She wasn't sure where she had heard this song before, but it felt familiar and left a pain in her heart. "My heart always holds you, I promise you Angel it's true, I'm sorry if sometimes it's hard for you to find but Angel whatever you do my heart always holds you."

The orphanage was silent inside as the other children enjoyed the outdoors before lunch. Laughter from the children could be heard from the opened windows.

The young girl felt slightly bitter that while she was stuck inside cleaning the dump she was forced to call home, the other children were allowed to play outside, where London was surprisingly having one of it's nicer afternoons. The sun hung high in the sky, warming anyone outside enjoying the heat and warmth. A cool breeze blew through the open windows, causing a darkened look to grace Harley's features as she continued to scrub the disgusting kitchen floor with a deep hatred for the children that constantly teased and mocked her. She felt also a deep burning hate settle in her stomach for the staff that constantly made her feel worthless, like some slave and for the people who left her at the Orphanage ten years ago.

Harley, who only felt happy about when she was alone, was only for the reason that she was able to think in peace without some dunderhead making some cruel remark towards her or about her. She continued to clean the kitchen floor, slowly making her way forward to the entryway of the kitchen. "Even when I'm too busy, Or when you do something that I don't like I hope you know there's always a glow, In my heart because you're in my life, I'm so thankful you're in my life." She continued to sing. Harley had always sung this lullaby whenever she felt sad or angry. She felt somehow that she had heard this lullaby before. Though she didn't know where, it meant something to Harley. With only her thoughts and singing to occupy her she ignored everything around her. "And my heart always loves you, I promise you Angel it's true, I'm sorry if sometimes, It's hard for you to find, But Angel whatever you do, My heart always loves you, My heart always holds you, Angel I always love you"." She finished the lullaby and sighed to herself sadly as she continued to scrub the floor even harder as her mind wandered. The girl hummed the lullaby to herself forcing herself to continue to scrub the floor.

Harley didn't notice the three boys, the main reason why Harley hated children stand in the doorway of the kitchen, where she had become closer towards. "Is little Harley Potgag happy to clean?" One of the boys mocked from the doorway. Harley's jaw clenched with annoyance at the boy's 'nickname' for her. Her temper, which had always been short and dangerous when she was really ticked off began to rise slowly. She continued to hum to herself, ignoring the boy that had spoken, knowing it would soon drive them off. "I'm talking to you freak. Or are you to moronic to understand?" The boy demanded. Glaring at the floor, Harley still continued to scrub, but spoke in a dangerously calm tone. It was one of the few signs of hers that showed when she was about to loose her temper and patience.

"I'm surprised you know what the word 'moronic' means. After all, you have been deficient enough to get held back twice." The boy's fist clenched at her words. The younger girls taunt was a touchy subject for the older boy. "As well as having to maliciously intimidate the adolescences here. Which I'll remind you, once again, are younger than you, to do your assignments," Harley smirked as she looked up from her cleaning.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You probably didn't understand anything that I just said, let me put it in a more, simple term," She stated sarcastically. "You're too stupid to do your own homework, so you get those younger than you to do it, by force." The boy, Derek Jones, reminded her of Dudley and Delora Dursley. Two children where spoiled rotten brats that enjoyed making her life a living hell at school. Derek at times helped the Dursley children make her life miserable. They made sure she didn't have any friends, and they scared those that wanted to be her friends, off.

"Why you little bitch!" Derek sneered; storming over to her he picked her up from the floor by her shirt and slammed her into the wall. The sponge she held in her hand flopped to the floor with a splat. Harley's eyesight blurred from the impact her head made against the hard brick wall. Blinking rapidly to clear her fuzzy vision she looked up to the older boy with defiance. She hated people like Derek. The ones that thought themselves better, better than others. She despised how they tantalized and terrorized others by a means of trying to control them. It was pathetic, in her opinion; she'd fight them with everything she had to show them she wasn't going to listen.

Harley could feel the familiar surge of power rush through her, from head to foot. She felt her fingers tingle and her eyes burn with anger. She imagined the boy getting thrown across the room and hitting the wall so hard he lost consciousness. A few seconds later, after the thought crossed her mind, Derek was thrown across the room. He was flown over the counter and slammed into the wall, hard enough that his eyes rolled in the back of his head as he lost consciousness. Harley's eyes widened as she realized just what kind of trouble she was going to get into for causing this to happen.

"Mrs. Buckingham!" The two boys screamed, as they rushed to their fallen friend. Not waiting for the head mistress to appear, Harley quickly rushed out of the kitchen. Running down the hallway she scampered up the stairs in absolute shock.

A Few Minutes Later

"I've done it again." Harley stated to herself as she ran to her bedroom at the far end of the hallway. Slamming her bedroom door shut she leaned against it. Her mind and heart raced. She had always been able to do magical things. She had learned to control these strange occurrences from an early age, but sometimes her emotions got the better of her. Usually when she was angry or upset she'd lose control and cause someone harm just by the thought.

Running a hand through her hair Harley moved away from the door and walked to the windows ledge. Rays of sunlight seeped through the clouds outside and cast a warming glow down onto the buildings and people outside. Plopping up onto it she stared out at the busy street of London, feeling the warm suns glow through the window. She watched as many different civilians walked out and about, oblivious to what was going on in the small orphanage.

The sound of the bedroom door slamming open brought Harley's attention from her day dreaming of someone coming for her and taking her away from the dreadful Orphanage. Snapping her head to the door she looked into the eyes of the head mistress across the room. "What did you do Harley?" Mrs. Buckingham screeched to the eleven-year-old. The green-eyed girl looked to the Headmistress with a defiant expression crossing over face. Her eyebrows squinted into a dark glare as her eyes became guarded.

"I didn't do anything he didn't deserve." The girl stated firmly to the Headmistress. Harley didn't care anymore. She was sick and tired of being treated like garbage, as if she wasn't anything important. She was a person, a person that deserved to be treated like a human being. "I don't care what you have to say Headmistress," Harley spat out. "You even think of having someone touch me in an abusive way, you'll wish you never did." She hissed angrily. Her brilliant greens flashed with fire.

Mrs. Buckingham took a step or two away from the girl. She could almost feel and taste the power that seemed to shimmer around the eleven-year-old. "Now you listen -" She began, before she was cut off by Harley.

"No. I'm not some tool for you to walk over. I never was and I never will be. You've never had the power to control over me. You never will. I'm much more stronger than you can ever be." Harley stated as she crossed her arms. "I don't care what you have to stay. It won't change anything. I'll always hate you," Harley hissed out. "Now, I believe we have to be getting to the zoo soon Mrs. Buckingham."

Mrs. Buckingham was silent as she looked at the girl. She had always been frightened of the child, along with everyone else. It was why she never had any real confrontation with her. Not after the incidents that had occurred over the years that left many traumatized and terrified.

Harley Potter was certainly a force to be reckoned with.

Silently, Harley and Mrs. Buckingham walked out of the bedroom without speaking a word to each other.

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Edited 11/12/12.

I've decided to change a bit about Harley. One difference between Harry and Harley is Harley can control her abilities early.

Second difference is Harley lives in an Orphanage where everyone hates her. She's been abused emotionally and mentally, and has had some traumatizing experiences in her life. Harry lived with the Dursley's and was abused physically, emotionally and mentally.

More changes to come.

One change in this story I will be making is Harley is not physically abused in the Orphanage by the staff.

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