It was raining. What an unbelievable two weeks. Things changed drastically the last two weeks. His little perfect girl had transformed in to a young woman. She was wearing skirts and dresses all the time. She even told Bella they couldn't spar anymore
because she could brake a nail. Her hair was always done in the most beautiful way she could find. Gone were the tomboy clothes,the fast ponytail in her hair, Narcisa was so happy to help the poor little girl. It wasn't that Harriet didn't know how
to do all these on her own, Hermione had forced into her mind a thousand spells and charms about haircuts,hair styles,makeup, that nifty charm to make every little wrinkle in her outfit to disappear, and how to talk,walk, act, and shut her mouth when
it was time to keep it shut, especially that last one was so fucking annoying , every time Harriet tried to swear or insult someone Hermione could spell her lips to tiny amounts of electric shocks. It was the fact that Harriet had the motivation now.
A list of them actually. First she wanted people to respect her. To let them see a girl so proper and pure perfection that they couldn't get the better on her, if Daphne was the ice Queen Ginny the Fire Queen Abbot the Gossip Queen then Harriet was
going to be the Dark Emperor. Screw Dumbledore and his lackeys, and her Dad better let her get her anger at someone else before she turned to him. Harriet could forgive everything everything except lying up forward when asked about something straight
on your face. And both had done it. She could understand her dad and even though angry she decided to take it out kindly on him and focus on Dumbledore. Funny thing anyone didn't notice was that Harriet was now an adult. They had completely forgot
to read the fucking magical contract. They were twenty three loopholes to get her fucking out and they both left her be a champion anyway! Dumbledore knew she could have gotten out of it and he made the move to give an invitation to Rita Skeeter to
the school and let the whole world know before Harriet made her move to get out of it quietly. How could she let the society think she was a coward. Then he let her spend so many hours alone humiliated and cut from her classmates and friends because
he was such a dickhead. He had lied to her face too. From the first day really. The first thing she had asked him all this years ago was if anyone had tried to take her from the Dursley's and if he knew who left her with them. He had told her he didn't
know. The second time it was when at the end of her first year after the Philosophers Stone fiasco asked him why Grindelwald had come after her and if there was a reason he tried to specifically kill Her he said No later on he lied again and again
and again. At least her dad had his reasons and it was only the first time and he actually looked uncomfortable. He never lied to her not even when she put the clues together in her second year about Moaning Myrtle and she had asked him when he killed
someone for the first time,because honestly she couldn't just ask him with a straight face on if he murdered Myrtle, he had looked at her with a look of pride and a smug smile like he knew she knew and said "I was fifteen years old and I was at school.
Is she still there then? Though she could have gone by now hunt someone else." His eyes were actually glowing, sometimes Harriet was sure her dad was a secret psychopath, a very very dangerous one if you did the mistake to touch what was his, she
was glad he was her dad, Grindelwald had better watch his back, and Dumbledore was next on the line the way things were looking. Another reason she wanted to be the perfect little lady was the mysterious Lord Potter even if he never used his title
like Blaze,Drago,even Neville now lately, did it was the most annoying thing ever. He was on her side for once and that was enough for her. But she wanted to know why? She wanted to know what that numbing pleasurable wave that passed her making her
stomach twist and her skin prickle every time she was thinking of him. It wasn't normal, she had a crush on Blaze in her third year and it wasn't feeling like that and she had kissed and groped and got groped a good amount with Centric last year and
it was so nice and always made her feel better about everything and she could get lost in it for hours. And Centric was always the gentleman to not pass his hands under her clothes. It was something out of another world all together. She kept thinking
about him all the fucking time, he was in everything she did. It was like a curse or something. One look in his chocolate eyes and she had felt like something she never knew she was missing was put back and she was complet. She felt like she could
be her real self in front of him. That piece of her she had buried deep deep down to never be seen by anyone.

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She had her own little bitch now and she was using her like her personal little spy. It was the beginning of summer. Harriet was reading another article about her while she was speaking with her dad when a bug got her attention. The same bug

that had escaped Hermione at the hospital wing when Harriet was unconscious. The same bug that was spying on them all year making them lose all trust for each other. She moved around and started the most juicy story Skeeter just couldn't lose.
/After about twenty minutes her dad left and Harriet kept speaking to the air giving the impression she thought her dad was still in the room. Then with her seeker speed she put a magical unbroken jar atop her. And Harriet got her first lackey.
/She even gone far enough to actually mark the bitch so she could call her any time she wanted. It was or a life in Azkaban or to leave her alone with the Black cousins for a few weeks before she give her to the basilisk. So Rita decided to give
/magical oaths to serve Harriet for the rest of her life and let Harriet mark her. It was humiliating to having to bow in front a little girl that demanded to be called Dark Empress.

She had heard her dad taking a patronus message from Sirius about an important meeting between the two of them. What could make Sirius call her dad with a patronus asking to meet him in the Black Ancestral Home? So she called and send Skeeter. And
/wasn't Harriet pissed. She always wanted the truth well she had it now. In her endurance with Grindelwald in her first year he had commented on how she was his target from the beginning. That if her parents had just given her to him they could
/still be alive. Harriet had thought it was his way to brake her confidence, apparently Grindelwald wasn't lying this time around. So the reason was a prophecy. Was this kind of things even real? Did really people in the wizardry world believed
/in prophets and prophecies? And why no one wanted her to know about it? What that prophecy was saying about her? Was it something bad? She really needed to know. But first she needed a plan. A good solid in and out unnoticed plan. She couldn't
/go and take the prophesy yet. She could have to wait until she finished her animagus transformation and then in her first day out of Hogwarts and the first chance she got she could go to London for the ministry of magic and the hall of Prophecies
/it was hers and she was going to have it. She needed to know.

The school year moved somehow between studies,teaching an illegal group of students to fight and collecting an other kind of lackeys. The kind of lackeys they come of their own. Willingly to follow you for their own reasons. Others because they

wanted to be accepted and Harriet accepted every person as weird and loners and poor or rich slut or prude she just didn't care about this kind of things then came the ones looking to hide behind her power the cowardly rats always welcome

also they were good for the dirty work,then came the people she really considered something more than classmates, people sharing her dream. A ministry really fair, with the same fair punishment whatever you were a muggle born a half blood

or a pure blood or a goblin ,a vampire,a werewolf,a centaurs and everything else out there would be treated fairly. With Hermione and Luna as her Sides she slowly became the Slytherin she always wanted to be she had played all the school to

her hands and even some teachers. And with the help of her special map she had blackmail material on anyone. She was growing in every ones hearts always kind and sweet helping youngest students to everything they needed even if she wasn't

a perfect. She even managed to beat Hermione in Herbology leaving her second to Neville. She really hated Herbology. She was like a miniature Lily Evans, the professors and even Sirius and uncle Severus said so. But with the manners of a pure

blood Lady and the wit of her father. She was attracting and charming an alarming amount of people and not only the influence ones but even the little muggle born first years. And the ideas she filed their heads with. She wasn't even started

yet. She was building the foundation of her Empire. It had started with the idea she could let them have a taste from what she was able for but as the time passed Harriet was filing more comfortable in her skin she ever did on the past. It

was like she had tasted freedom in a way she didn't know she could have. Her plans slowly changed. And she wasn't going back. They had better accept her and follow her or sit down and watch the show. She wasn't going to be The Girl Who Lived

anymore. The weak little girl that everyone always complained about the trouble she was carrying with her.

Her plans worked out perfectly and she felt a dark glee inside her watching people being manipulated so easy. It was too easy she had complained to Hermione and Luna and they had launched all together with the superiority complex she had developed
/now lately. According to Hermione she needed it if only for the confidence that came with it and the advantage to play better the pure bloods she felt they were so beneath her. And then the toad game and spoiled her fun. While she also tried to
/destroy Harriet's imagine to her peers. And when she managed to make Harriet talk back, because really she had her limits on how many insults she could take, she give her detention, the first one for this year. She had lost the bet to Sirius she
/could go until Yule break without one. And she also dared to use a Black Quill on her. The sentence "I will not tell lies" was going to stay imprinted in her white hand forever. Hermione was outrageous with the situation. She kept trying to convince
/Harriet to speak to someone. Harriet with all her stubbornness refused out right. She wasn't going to run to daddy or to Sirius or Uncle Severus or even Bella for that matter to safe her. And as for going to Dumbledore that wasn't even a suggestion.
/The man could probably find a way to make her feel she deserved it and she will have to suffer it. And she wasn't playing the quilt game anymore. The toad had her uses to her even if she didn't have a clue how much she was helping Harriet. What
/with all the times she used to act for the good of the Ministry of Magic she had managed to make the student body to look at the Ministry like a dictatorship and wasn't that a great way for Harriet to appear like the new salvation from it. It

could have taken years,time she didn't really have,to open the populations eyes in how wrong the ministry was. But with the Toad using the Ministry to enforce the law in a school filed with teenagers , that always thought they were right,was just
/asking for trouble.

Tom had started to take over the ministry from the shadows. He was playing against three players two of them strong and smart like him,and he was a bit excited. With Harriet tucked away at Hogwarts and Dumbledore kicked out of it , a curtesy from

the Toad as Harriet was calling Dolores, he could play without risking too much. His old "friends" sniffing his moves at the ministry started collecting them selfs around him again. He was filing excited. They were bowing to him left and right,
/they were running like mad people trying to please him. And he was a step ahead every one. He already had three people in Fudge's close council, a big amount of theWizengamot was in his pocket and half the ministry was on his command. He was using
his pawns wile keeping an eye on the Hall of prophecies. As Dumbledore was keeping the Prophecy safe from Grindelwald and Grindelwald was full in unsuccessful tries to get it Tom was siting back watching the show passing new laws and regulations that
would make the wizardry world what he considered perfect.

Harriet was in the Room of Requirements. She was alone standing in front a big mirror. It was time, she was ready. She knew the spells like she knew the alphabet. She could do that. She wasn't going to mess up. She had second thoughts for a moment, like
telling Hermione she was trying to become an animagus, or to Sirius she was ready to try, but this was something completely for her. It was her secret and she was going to keep it like that as long as she could. She didn't want the lecture to damp
her happiness. It was the first time she chose to learn and perfect something that she wanted to do. It wasn't for her family to feel proud for her, it wasn't because she had to be a good student to put all this hours studying, and it wasn't to please
the society. It was a gift from Prongs Padfood Moony and Wormtale for only her. She closed her eyes and started going slowly through the spells. At the end she was afraid to open her eyes. She had four legs, and she could feel her tail moving in what
she could describe nervously. She was afraid she was going to open her eyes and see a body of an animal with her head on the top. "Come on Harriet even if you got stuck like this at least you going to get a good laugh out of it." She murmured to herself.
When she at least opened her eyes she was stunned. She was so beautiful. The way her dark deep black fur was shining,her pretty pretty fluffy tail, the grey thin lighting bolt in her small black forehead was looking for the first time nice, her nice
tiny black nose and her whiskers were just adorable. And then her green emerald eyes, the only thing in common with her mom, were there staring back at her new form. At the most adorable little black fox Harriet had ever seen. It was so out of the
world the way her advanced senses were working. She could see better, and she could smell better and her hearing was amazing. She turned around to look at her fluffy tail. It was so pretty. And it felt like silk. And she could use in as a nice pillow.
It was amazing what you can achieve, she thought, when you really want something, she wasn't lazy she just had a small attention span when she was trying to learn boring stuff.

James was impressed. Riddled had managed to have spy's in his three opponents teams. He had him and Sirius, and Snape, to Dumbledore's order, the youngest Lestrainge brother and Grabbe and Goil and even Fenir the werewolf in Grindelwald's followers and
Malfoy Nott and Rockwood to Fudge's personal council. Somehow he give James the filing he wasn't doing all this only for his daughters protection. Yes it was definitely the man adored and love his daughter. The girl could get away with almost anything
even murder Sirius had said. As long of course she wasn't even scratched. If Riddle were to find a scratch at her after one of her escapades he could turn into that terrifying overprotective father and ,at least that was what Sirius was saying, he
could make the room shake with pure dark power. He shallowed uncomfortable. If his suspicions were right about why the fuck he couldn't stop thinking about Harriet Riddle were right he was screwed. The man didn't speak to his daughter for almost a
year when she decided to go to Hogwarts because she was living him,Sirius had said and James really didn't want to be the one that could try and take his little princess away. Life was such a bitch and with his Potter luck it was definitely he could
die as soon he met his soul mate. The thought had struck him like a brick fallen out of nowhere. It was his parents anniversary when his mother and father gotten nostalgic and started shearing the story of how they met almost 87 years ago. It was
the reminder to James that the Potter line was cursed with soulmates. According to the Potter History one of his ancestors had summoned Lady Luck and sold his soul to Lady Luck for the recipe to make luck. She give it to him but instead taking his
soul she cursed him with no luck. The Potter was smart and hard working and so funny with all his clumsiness as his bad luck followed him. According to the legend Lady Luck fell in love with his determination and his adventurous life with out him
losing his spirit because his bad luck. So regretting her curse as she couldn't take it back she give him a gift. "The best of luck in the worst situations." Then because he had fallen in love with her too but they could be together she blessed his
blood line with soul mates. So she could never again in her immortal life get to close to anyone of them erotically and she kept an eye on actually had been choosing their soul mates personally for generations now according to the book. Well fucking
thank you Lady Luck. James though. If this girl was his Soul mate and he wasn't thinking about her all the time because he felt guilty he didn't help Sirius more to find her he was screwed. Was that how he was going to die then! Not some glorious
fight, not a tragic accident because he and Sirius got a prank to far. Not even old and boring in his bed. He was going to be murmured by Tom Riddle because he could take his little girl away. His much younger very pretty and only daughter away from
him. He couldn't blame him about the age thing. He and Evans were shagging when they were still at school and he was a professor. James was going to stay as far as Possible from Harriet until she was at least twenty. Because every time they could
see each other without having both recognised the other was their soul mate the thought about the other person could literally drive them up a wall. According to his mother at least. And James had a feeling that if Miss Riddle knew there was nothing
saving him from the hands of the Riddle family. He just needed time. She was a teenager girl that she could probably building a plan on how to see him. The only place she could ask information about him was Sirius and Remus . But somehow she didn't
seem to be the kind of curious that makes it's curiosity know by anyone. So what could she be planing to find more on him? He kept pretending he was listening to the story his coworker was saying and tried again to stop thinking about her.

Authors Note

What do you think about my James?

And what would you like?them have some intimacy now (fifth year) or later on (sixth year)?

Any recommendations about what to do with Severus? I love Snape but forsome reason I can't write him. And I have been stuck what to do with him.