A/N: Hey all. This is my first epic story and my first series. It basically follows my Rule 63 OC, Miss Harriet Severa Lillian Potter and various other gender swapped characters such as Ronalda Weasley, Herman James Granger, Freida and Georgina, Draca Malfoy and much much more..

Also, Ill be using British English despite being American. The British versions are so much better than the American.

Disclaimer: If I owned anything but my OCs, I wouldnt be a middle class teen going to a public middle school using a Kindle Fire. I would be going to a private school using a Macbook Air. *sigh*

Harriet Potter was utterly alone. Dudley had long fallen asleep on the couch nearby and Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon on the bed.

She had been put onto the floor on top of a moth eaten mattress found in the closet. Harriet blew a piece of her elbow length black hair out of emerald eyes. She pinched the necklace, the emerald one in the pocket of the plaid mans shirt shed been wrapped in ten years ago and plopped on the porch of 4 Privet Drive (A/N: I know, I know, the emerald thing was repetitive ...).

Eleven years now, according to Dudleys watch, for thirty minutes. Harriet Severa Lillian Potter had been eleven years old for about a half an hour.

She sighed, put on her taped round glasses and crawled toward the window. Harriet wanted desperately to put on her jeans and a jacket and go outside. But, considering one slip off the cliff and Harriet would drown in the raging sea, this wasnt feasible.

So Harriet straightened the hem of her gray shirt and knelt by the window.

BANG! Something hit the cabin so hard, it sent Harriet flying backwards. Uncle Vernon sat up, his face brick red.

"Whos there? "Uncle Vernon hollered and sprung out of bed, unveiling a rifle underneath his dressing gown. Harriet was huddled in the corner, trembling as she massaged the lightning bolt shaped scar through choppy bangs, smarting from her fall.

Its just the wind, Harriet assured herself in her head. Nobodys there.

BANG! This time, there was no denying it. That was a living thing beating at the door. Aunt Petunia, looking rather ridiculous in a flowery nightgown and purple shower cap, and Dudley crouched behind Uncle Vernon.

"Im armed! " he yelled. There was a deafening smash and the door was flung open so hard that it hung by one there, in the rain, stood the silhouette -

Of a giant.

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