Still Waters Run Deep By Mnemea

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Pairings: (I loved the HP/SS pairing so this story is about their love. Enjoy!) HP/SS, HP/LM, HR/RW, DM/GW, NM/LM (and many others pairs later).

Summary:  Harry's lost more than just the battle when Voldemort springs a surprise attack on No. 4 Privet Drive. Will the wizarding war end there? Or perhaps the wizarding world will now be forever under Voldemort's brutal regime?

Thank you Suraiyah for beta my story.

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Chapter 3: Adrasteia Harriet Velius

Boudicca (Iceni village), May 30th 1999

"Nym, please help me." Harriet begged, both her hands on the vine as she tried frantically to pull herself up.  Yet for some reason, the plants kept twisting and she had been unable to get over the wall for the last fifteen minutes, despite all the pulling and gripping she had done.

'Just brilliant! Grandpa has spelled the vine to keep me inside the house. And I can't even break the darn spell because it's tuned in to my magic signature, so unless someone else breaks it, I won't be able to get out.'

"I can't Harriet. I'm sorry, but I've promised Albus to keep you within these walls, and he's right, no more wandering off to town." Tonks explained patiently to the very flushed, angry and hanging midair Harriet. 

"Harriet…Harriet where are you?" Albus' voice rang from the house, disrupting her pleading.

"Damn!" Harriet jumped down, landing on the ground quite gracelessly. She dusted off her clothes in time to see Albus being led from the house and into the garden by Ginny. His sapphire eyes twinkled at the sight of her; for there was no doubt what Harriet had been doing before his arrival.

'It must run in the blood. Harry is even worse now than before his memories were modified!  So much like his father that it scares me. This new life is perfect for him, no more pain from the memories of the now forgotten past.'  

Albus had no doubt that the choice he had made was the correct one for Harry, even though it was viewed as selfish by many other people.

"Harriet, I need to collect some plants for healing potions in the Evergreen Forest. Why don't you come with me? It has been a while since we were last out together." Albus' eyes gazed over her, knowing she would be up to no good if she were left home unsupervised.

"Grandpa, I'm really busy this morning. May be next time, I still haven't completed the Master Defence of Dark Arts book." She wailed.

 "Albus, is the potion for Mrs. Heimich? She didn't look good these few days." Ginny asked, her voice so softly spoken that they almost did not hear.

"Yes Ginny, she is a good neighbour and we must do our best to help her when she is in need." Albus nodded and smiled at the red haired girl.

Ginny has grown timid and into a very gentle soul, a young woman unrecognisable from the Gryffindor she used to be. The war had affected her greatly, changing her into a much more cautious and weary person. After all, her family were on the run from Voldemort's Aurors. 

Albus ignored Harriet's last comment and motioned her to follow him.

"Hurry child, we don't have all day." His voice revealed impatience.

Harriet rolled her eyes, threw her arms up in defeat and ran to catch up with the old man, leaving Tonks and Ginny giggling behind them.

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Two Hours Later

'Why Grandpa? Why me? Why does it have to be today?'

Harriet's thoughts keep coming back to these questions over and over again, so much so that she began to have a headache. She was trekking across the hillside in an attempt to find the Holy Thistle, the final herb required for the healing potion, as they had collected all other necessary plant ingredients.

While Albus was up ahead searching near the area around the willow trees, where he believed that he had seen some growing on their last visit, Harriet grumbled, irritated at the situation, as her eyes slid over a small plant growth on the rocky side in front of her path, surprisingly finding it to be the Holy Thistle.

"Grandpa, it's here!" overcome by her luck she finally called out.

After they had collected the herbs and carefully stored them correctly in a manner that would not affect their usefulness, Albus decided that they should rest a bit before going home and headed over to a shaded area. He then pulled out his wand casting a Protean Charm on a nearby rock to transfigure it into a wizard's chess set before them. Harriet's eyes widened, knowing that now they would not be returning at least for another three hours.

"Let us have a game here." He announced and Harriet only groaned at this prospect of the situation.

'You mean a few games don't you, Grandpa? I know you too well, manipulative old man.' 

'Bugger, one game over already and now our second one. Grandpa will not let me win easily this time; I really need to get to town now though. Neville and his team are in trouble if I'm not there.'

Harriet formed a plan in her mind and looked up at her Grandpa, waiting for his next move.

"Hmph Grandpa, you must be thirsty now. I'll go to get some water from the back of the hill side and you'll have some time to think of your next move."

While Harriet was praying desperately that her ploy would work, Albus merely nodded, still keeping his eyes on the game board without once looking up. If he did, he would not have easily agreed, for triumphant looks clearly appeared in Harriet's strange set of eyes. On their first impression of her, people are captivated by her unusual eyes. The left eye was a brilliant emerald, shinier then the very gemstone itself, while the right eye was the midnight blue of a clear night sky. The distinctive combination usually had a startling affect on the beholders. 

She practically jumped and sprinted down the hill, praying she was on time. She stopped, unbelievable at her luck when she saw a Pegasus drinking water at the side of the riverbank. Its beautiful snowy wings were flapping, the movement showing its pure enjoyment as it quenched its thirst. She crept up to the animal, moving slowly until only an arms length away.

Harriet then noticed a rein upon the winged horse,

'So you have an owner, but still I do need you to get to town fast.'

"Good boy, you're a beautiful Pegasus aren't you? Where is your owner? My friends call me Harriet. I know you understand me boy, please could you take me to town? It's a matter of life and death." She exaggerated the situation.

The Pegasus moved slowly toward her, nipping her fingers and snorting and then nodded its head in agreement to her suggestion. Gleeing with joy, she leaped upon the winged steed and flew away. Or at least she attempted to do so.

 They had only floated half way up the tree when a figure strode out of the shrub nearby, his eyes widening at them before he shrieked,

"Thief, return my horse at once!"

The command of the man was that of one used to being obeyed, and if it were another time Harriet would have immediately come back on the ground and apologized humbly to the offensive man, but today was different.

"Sorry Mister, but I need the Pegasus to get to Boudicca town. I'll leave it outside of Town Hall for you."

Harriet She only managed to yell thank you after a few meters away when she remembered her manners. The owner of the Pegasus, coming to his senses, threw off curses, but the winged horse had already travelled out of his firing range.

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Severus swore crossly as his Pegasus flew off into the distance. He did not want to be in this region, but one of rare herbs he required was grown in this place. He had avoided civilization for nearly a year but it appeared that if he wanted to get his horse back he would have to go to Boudicca where he might see Albus. His thoughts returned to the thief and his face turned red. Severus was well known for his petty revenge even through he was considered a 'good man'.

"I'll get you for this, stupid girl." He growled and forgot all about Albus.

'Just wait until I get my hands on you.'

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Boudicca Town Hall Stadium

'Where is she?'

Neville twisted his hands together, his face covered with sweat, and his teammates in no better condition. They had only been barely able to pass the preliminary contest of the first round, coming last and humiliating themselves in the process.

Suddenly, a Pegasus hastily landed on the ground before them, and a slight, tall but slim boyish figure jumped down.

"Harriet, you're here!"

Neville squeaked out, giving the girl a bone-crushing hug, not caring how she arrived, as long as she was joining them.

"What is the meaning of this? A latecomer."

"Who is she?"

"How dare she interrupt our game!"

"She is on our team." Neville replied, volunteering the information to calm down the audience.

Voices overlapped each other commenting on the presence of Harriet's abrupt arrival. Each was an unwelcome remark on how the latecomer was disrupting the game.

"She is not allowed to join." Voices from the other teams called out in resentment.

"The Griffin team will lose points if the girl does not get off the stadium this instant." One of the examiners responded to the demand of the speculators.

"Stop!" Harriet turned to the examiners confidently to continue,

" There is no written rule on Boudicca's Champion contest saying anything about a latecomer not being allowed to participate. I demand that I should be fairly treated and allowed to join my brother's team." Harriet voice rang clear the stadium in defence of her case to the audience.

The examiners and other members of the Board Committee quickly skimmed over the pages of rules listing and true to Harriet's words, they found no rules against her involvement. They finally grunted and agreed for her to join her team.

"Let the Second Round begin."

A small man announced and at once the stadium was quiet as the tension of anticipation arose.

"Each team to their appointed area."

"Thank you, I didn't think I'd last this round Harriet." Andrew clapped her hand and moved off the stadium.

"Thank you for holding the fort down while I was getting here." She yelled back

"Are you ready?" she turned her to her team.

Neville's friends, Sebastian and Eugene, could hold their own, but Neville, she sighed, undoubtedly he would get in trouble by his lack of decisiveness.

"Watch his back." She whispered while Neville was busy checking out the other teams. They nodded in agreement and held their wands out to get ready.

'There are four stones held on the stage at the middle of the stadium, so only four teams will be able to get there to go into the final round. This test has nothing to do with intellect, but sheer determination and having the resources or power to get to the stone first. This means war.'

She dodged hexes around her and twisted around the other teams to get away from physical attacks. In the process she lost her team's sight and moved into unknown territory.

'It's not surprising to see that the maze moving around to get them off the path to the stones.' She smiled at the challenging test the examiner had invented.

While the others tried to get rid of their opponents and lose the track getting to the stone, she knew better than to stand around and curse the other teams. The whole point was to attain the stone and anything else came second. 

She kept the on the path, using a tracking spell and having her wand pointing in the right direction to determine the way to get there. Moving fast enough to get out of the changing paths that led away from the centre of the stadium, she was able to leave the others behind and reach her goal, but it seemed someone was getting there the same time as her.

Harriet was wary of the stranger, she could sense danger but wondered why. They both were the first to get there, so it meant that they could each claim the stones that ensured them access to the final round. It was not as if there were only one stone left on the stage and they needed to fight for it.

Fortunately her instincts were correct, and she was able to erect a shield before a curse hit her. They moved around each other like predators eyeing their prey, seeking for the other's weakness and readying to attack if they were able to see any. Harriet's eyes narrowed, looking at the young man before her. He was not bad looking and in fact could have been seen as handsome, but some how he left her cold.

"You're good, to manage to duck my curse, but then you did arrive at the same time so it was expected. No offence to you, but I need to get rid of you now before next round when you will certainly cause problems for me." He spoke, his voice filled with malice.

'You tried to rile me up, but I'll get rid of you. Two can play this game.' Harriet ignored him.

He looked annoyed and put off by Harriet's indifferent attitude to his threat. His face masked into a smile, but Harriet knew that it was not so. The knowledge embedding in her for some reason even through she could not understand why it was so.

"You're a worthy foe, what's your name? Mine is Theodore Nott." He broke the silence between them trying to take her off guard.

Harriet did not bother to answer, only glancing at him insolently as if he were beneath her notice. Theodore Nott's face darkened red with anger, as he took his very own bait. No one had ignored him since the rise of Lord Voldemort, especially not in his hometown of Boudicca.

'Who is this girl anyway? She reminds me of someone, but surely I've not seen her before today! If I had, I surely would remember someone unique like her. She's not extremely beautiful, as I've met those much more attractive, but there something's about her that stands out from the crowd and assuredly none are her equal.' 

Harriet saw Nott lose his concentration so that he slipped his defence posture. She smiled and moved her wand using the blasting curse. Nott did not get away, but took a direct hit that caused him to fall down. They were both too occupied to notice at once that the others had arrived. Harriet immediately thought of running to the stage to secure one of the stones for her team and forgot all about Nott, who shook off the curse and began to counter attack the unsuspecting Harriet.

Her legs turned to jelly, and she tripped, falling down instantly as she moved forward. She groaned from the pain of hitting her head on the ground and a moment later heard a voice calling to her.

"Don't worry Harriet, we managed to get the last stone." It was Neville.

"You can get him in the next round. We'll be there if you need us." Eugene uttered as he helped her up on one side while Neville was at her right.

"We'll get him. That bastard!" Sebastian chipped in from behind

'So his team gets a stone after all.'

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An Hour Later, The Final Round

"You have half an hour to complete this round. Each member of each team will stand at one side of square pyramid with the other team. The captain of the team place the stone at the altar on their side of square to start the game on my count of three. You know the rules. Get ready."

"Neville please place the stone as quickly as possible, because our team will not able to start until you do."

Eugene kept having regrets knowing how forgetful Neville could be when he was nervous. He could imagine the worst scenario of what might happen - Neville standing like a petrified statue at the start of the race.

"Don't worry he'll be alright." Harriet patted Neville to give him encouragement.

The square pyramid appeared before them, she had not expected this. Instead of the solid pyramid she had envisioned, it was made up of strings of lines that hang on midair. The strings contained three different colours - white almost invisible against the sunlight, a yellow like gold, with blood red being the final colour. The different coloured strings were mixing up and patterning themselves into the shape of the pyramid. The strings were ten metres apart in height.

She could imagine it looked like a maze from a bird eye view. At the middle of the pyramid lay a hollow of rectangle, containing a burning fire inside and above it, about a meter, lay a gold cup hanging midair.

'The Boudicca's Champion Cup! It is said that since the first opening of the contest no one but Lord Dumbledore in 789 A.D achieved the cup.'

"All we need is to get the silver cup at the top of the pyramid, then we will win." said Sebastian interrupting her thought,

'Oh yes, the silver cup, since no one's able to get the gold cup the game will be won by default if one of the team gets the silver one. How pathetic but I should not say so, I might give up the challenge just to play safe.'

"You'll have your broom for this round, however you already know the rules. Your brooms have been spelled so that your broomstick can only fly five metres above the string when it carries you. This is how we're preventing candidates from cheating. Good luck to everyone."

Harriet held out her hand to stop her team,

"Let's wait a minute so I can perform a spell first."

She closed her eyes and letting it blank before soaring her mind to search for a bird near by,

"Sister, please lend me assistance."

"What can I do for you Faunspeaker?" a small hawk perched up a tree answered to her inquiry,

"I hope you could lend me your eyes for a few minutes sister."

" Be quick about it." She grunted in agreement

"Thank you!"

The hawk immediately flew in to the sky and viewed the pyramid, and at that moment the hawk's view became Harriet's own.

'Just as I thought, the strings look like a maze and are patterned into different paths leading to the centre where the cup is held, similar to the second round. However I believe the colours of the string are important, but how so?'

Her soul returned to her body and she summoned three pieces of scroll on which she then imprinted the pattern of the strings and their colour.

"Only you will be able to see this, but keep it out of the way. I've a feeling that the colour of the strings are important, so don't rush into the game immediately, let the other team lead first, before doing anything."

"That's not our way, we're Gryffindors not Slytherins." Sebastian disagreed with the plan, as he cried out of unfairness.

" Don't forget why we here. Not for the glory of the bloody test but the prize money that we get to invest for those not pureblood children in need of education." Eugene smacked Sebastian's shoulder to remind him of their cause,

"Yeah, you're right! Sorry Harriet."

"Let's go team and Nott is mine." Harriet quickly headed over the side where Nott stood.

"Mount your brooms and get ready. Captain of each team be prepared to place your stone at the altar of your side. 1…2…3…go."

Harriet noticed two members of other teams flying to one of the strings closest to them at the start of the race, while both Nott and she were standing behind to observe before charging in. The one closer to her was now standing on a yellow string when words appeared on air before that girl. Unfortunately the girl was not able to answer the question and immediately fell off the string, landing on the ground.

"Yes, folks, you can all guess by now each string is containing a question and if a contestant fails to answer the question, he or she will automatically fall off that string and have to start over again. The string that already has the answer given then cannot be used again, so let us wish all the contestants good luck!"

 Harriet noted that Nott has started his race and she too quickly went on a red string nearby, as words appeared on air like what she had seen,

[You have one minute to answer the question. The question is: How do you defend against the Ninetail Fox?]

'One of the dark creatures found mainly in the eastern world, luckily though I read about it yesterday in the 'Master Defence of Dark Arts' book.'

"The Ninetail Fox often disguised in the form of a human and to banish their spell, a Revealing Mirror is required. They have no fear of fire, but will run away from smoke, therefore a Fumigo spell would be sufficient to get rid of them. The Ninetail Fox is one of the immortal creatures therefore killing them is required to destroy their body…"

'Let's try the white string next, here we go.'

[You have one minute to answer the question. The question is, what is the tea leaf symbol for death and where would you find this information?]

"The Grim is the symbol for death and the information about tea leaf symbols is found in 'Unfogging the Future's book."

'It is too easy, only a first year knowledge. The question of the white string is basic, while the red string is an advanced question. Let's try the yellow one, if my guess is right, it should be years six or seven level.'

[You have one minute to answer the question. The question is, what is the key ingredient of the Draught of Living Death and briefly give the process of making the Draught of Living Death for the other half of the points?]

"Asphodel is the key ingredient. The process to make Draught of Living…"

'I'm right! I hope Neville, Sebastian and Eugene grasp the idea of the colour strings. They will be all right if they stick to the yellow and white paths. I should do the same but it would be non-challenging. Still I promised I would try my best to win the cup for them and recklessness will not help the team.'

Harriet sighed and continued her way up the ladder of strings hopping between yellow questions and sometimes landing on a red one, on which she got thrown off two times out of ten questions. Both times she jumped back onto the broomstick before she had fallen two meters from the string and got back on track in no time.

This drove the audience wild with excitement, for they were enchanted by her skilful handling of the broomstick. She held them in the palm of her hands with her daring moves, which only drove a deeper jealousy into Nott. Harriet was too busy throwing herself into the challenge of the contest to remember of the revenge she had promised on Nott.

By the time she was on top of the pyramid, Nott was once again only one step behind her. He had knocked the other teams off their broomstick to get on the white strings first. Ruthlessly he made his way up to the top and for the audience, there was no doubt to which house he was in when sorted at Hogwarts. 

"Once again the final battle is between Nott's team and the Griffinteam. We all favour the girl as she has grown on us through her daring escapes, but will she defeat the cunning of a Slytherin?"

'I've no doubt where his sympathy lies.' Harriet giggled when she caught the broadcaster's speech.

"Only four strings on the top, three colours and one extra red string. To get the cup I need to answer the correct question of the string first. Another win for me."

She attempted to assure herself by the last sentence.

She decided upon the yellow one when her broom in midair was pushed over by a strong force beside her, the force knocking her over as the audience screamed,

"Foul play!"

Before Harriet fell off of her broom, she quickly grasped onto one of the strings above her and as she pulled herself up, she realised it was a red string.

"Why does this always happen to me?" she moaned to herself.

[You have one minute to answer the question. The question is what animal has one voice, but goes on four legs in the morning, two legs at noon, and upon three legs in the evening?]

She turned to look at Nott, who was on the white string.

"I remember I heard it somewhere before but where …"

'I've got to get the right answer before Nott does. There was no time left for any other alternative.'

"Of course! The Muggle's legendary Sphinx riddle."

"The answer is Man. Who in childhood creeps on hands and knees, in manhood walks erect, and in old age with the aid of a staff."

'It's not a hard question but not many a wizard/witch would have reads Muggle book, so they would surely fail the question if they stumbled onto this one.'

[Correct]

Harriet's hands immediately reached out to grasp the cup only to find that Nott had done the same at the exact same time

"A draw." Silence enters the stadium at the announcement.

"First ever draw in history folks, but wait until we add the scores up, since each string contains points within them."

Harriet's eyes enflamed with raging fire, as she pointed her finger at Nott and shrieked venom at him. She was blind with anger at the unfairness of the event.

"I'll not be seen at your level, worm!"

She grasps the broom and flies straight downward towards the open pit of fires in which the golden cup was held.

 "Bloody hell! You thinking she is doing what I think she's going to do?" Eugene asked to no one in particular, hand pulling his hair, as he feared for his friend,

"Her temper again." Neville replied, shaking his head as he started praying,

When she dived into the pyramid, she immediately regretted her foolishness. Harriet could understand why no one ever attempted to get this cup.

'Not only can I not see clearly by this smokes and steam vapours, it feels like I'm being roasted alive and I can not control the broom for I did not take into account  the voltage the fire creates. It is almost strong as a cyclone.'

"What's going on? Am I going crazy as well?"

Harriet heard voices but could not understand them. It was like a distance past where ghosts cried out to her trying to claim her soul, but she did not recognise them.

"Go away, leave me alone."

'I've have nothing to do with you.' Her heart lightened as the mist of spirits left her alone after searching within her soul.

However, it did not end there. She came to comprehend that she was now closer to the pit of hell and would crash into it within minute. For the first time Harriet wondered if this was the end,

'No I won't die here, I've yet live my life.'

Harriet opened her eyes and formed a plan in her mind,

'One chance to pull off; Here goes!'

"One metre to the cup. Pull, damn it."

Swearing at herself as she pushed the broom upward so she could slow down the velocity of being pulling into the fires, she stood up slowly when the broom was flying sideways, moving forward to attain the cup into her hand.

'Wow! It's not hot at all even it burning in a fire pit.'

"She got the golden cup!" Someone cried out

"Amazing!"

"Did you see that?"

"Impossible. How did she do it?"

She held out the cup and practically flew toward Neville, smacking him to the ground.

Waves of comments roared over the stadium as the speculated event drove the audience wild. The noises within the stadium only died down when the Ministry of Magic gave the Griffinteam the prize award.

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Lucius Malfoy POV

Lucius Malfoy was bored with life. He had been so busy with Ministry business that he rarely had time left anymore for further practicing of the Dark Arts. However he did find the joy in being manipulative and ran the Ministry well.

'Not just well, but damn excellent.' He mentally congratulated himself.

Lucius knew why he was bored,

'Well what is a man do when he has everything?'

 He has proven to himself how great he was. He never cared for other people's opinions, of course,

'Beside upholding the Malfoy image but that is not the point.'

 Nott came to greet him followed closely behind by the Boudicca's Committee and the Game's Examiners.

'A shepherd and his flock of herds,' thought Lucius amused.

After a formal greeting, they settled down in the VIP box in the stadium.

"Where is your son Draco? Theodore would like to see him after the game."

"He wanted to rest. After all he just arrived back from Austria. I heard that your son is competing in this game."

"Yes, it traditional for my family to compete since it begun. I'm the last winner of the game." Nott looked conceited on revealing the information

Lucius ignored him and remembered something he meant to ask while he was here,

"How is the old coot?"

"Oh, Dumbledore?" Lucius nodded

"He is quiet as a mouse, the old fool knows when he is defeated."

"Dumbledore, a mouse?" amused at the description,

'Nott must be more daft and ignorant than I thought.'

"You know what I mean, he took his house arrest well and rarely goes out of his house, only to get herbs in the Forest."

"Our Lord is too kind for the likes of him." Lucius grunted in agreement,

'But I do understand why Voldemort allowed his nemesis live, after all seeing a broken old man is better than letting him have a quick death.'

'The game is boring and I have better things to do.'

Lucius decided, even after the upheaval of the arrival of the unknown girl with the Pegasus. However the Pegasus caught his attention, only a very wealthy wizard/witch could afford to purchase the winged horse and even that does not guarantee that the master will be able to ride the horse. He himself was only able to ride his Pegasus because he had taken care of Zephyr since it was born.

 Lucius twisted his cane, impatient for the game to be over. Nott's son was just like those pathetic Slytherins that do not have a brain. However the boy was sly enough to get into the Serpent house.

'Like father like son.' He had met some of those pathetic Slytherins in his days when he was at Hogwarts but then he has also easily manipulated them. It was a pity the school had closed down at the command and decree of his Lord.

'Thankfully my son takes after me and not Narcissa.' He added as an afterthought.

"I'll not be seen at your level worm." A sneer from the girl captured his attention and he saw as she jumped down,

'Only a fool will attempt to get the golden cup! Even I have read in history of the few who had died because of foolish bravery. The fire is as hot as boiling lava, and not only that, there are a multitude of spells woven inside that voltage to ensure no one is able to touch the cup. There is no way one can get out alive, especially one on whose Soul a dark spell is also included. Only the person who is pure, with no past and regrets would be able to survive the curse. Lord Dumbledore is the only one in history to get the cup and many still have wondered how he did it.'

It was over in mere minutes that left him speechless, as well as Nott.

Lucius' eyes had monitored Harriet since she strode onto the stage. He sauntered gracefully to the Griffinteam to personally congratulate them as each name was called out, until he stood before her.

'She is intriguing, who is she? Like everyone in the stadium I want to know everything about this girl. How the heck did she break the spells?'

The Board Committee stopped their announcement abruptly when they come to realise that they did not have her name on the scroll listing the participants because she had arrived late.

"Wh…what is your name?" The man asked, his voice quivering, as he was still dazed at the event and in awe of the girl before him. 

"My name is Adrasteia Harriet Velius." Harriet announced her name clearly, showing pride of her heritage, but unfortunately someone else recognised the names as well.

"She is Albus Dumbledore's great great granddaughter."  The informer called out. Whispers coursed through the crowd as the Aurors (Death Eaters) moved toward her, wands pointing and ready to curse Harriet.

"Seize her!" Nott commanded.

 Harriet's eyes widened at the chaos, as some people shoved her back, trying to hide her, while others moved forward to hex and capture her.

"Get out of here Harriet!" Neville pulled Harriet back, shielding her away with his own body from the enemies.

"Bloody hell!" She swore aloud.

'What the hell? How did I get myself into this mess?' She groaned.

TBC.

AN:

Thank You For All Who Have Reviews.

EVERGREEN FOREST is the forest that covered Boudicca region, enchanted from the Muggles. 

FAUNSPEAKER is taken from the word Fauna and Speaker, it is meant to be an animal speaker. It is not a spell, but a pact of agreement with the animal kingdom. It is a gift. How it happened will be told later.

NINETAIL FOX is a well-known dark creature or demon in the Eastern World, but I made up the rest of the information on how wizard is to defend against it.

FUMIGO SPELL is a Smoke spell

ADRASTEIA (Greek Mythology) this was another name of the Greek goddess Nemesis.

HARRIET the Feminine form of the name Harry.

VELIUS a Roman surname that means concealed.

You can see from the meanings above, why I have chosen this new name for Harry in his female form. It basically disguises and hints at the fact that Harry is concealed within the form of a girl and that he is the Nemesis (of Voldemort).