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"Harriet Potter, where were you? You're late!"

Harriet closed her eyes as she knew what was coming. When she opened them back up, her mother was standing in front of her. Harriet realized just how angry and worried her mother was by expression that her mother wore.

"School, where else," Harriet easily answered.

"No you weren't. You took your father's cloak, haven't you?" Lily gasped then, "You fought a thief! You could've gotten hurt!"

Harriet groaned. "First of all, mum, I hate it when you do that, at least let me master my occlumency before you try and break into my mind, it's like you're reading my diary or something — there's such a thing as privacy! Second, I didn't fight him, I sent him flying with stupefy! And Third, I didn't get hurt, no scratch on me."

"Alright, fine, I am impressed that your stupefy is strong enough to send a six foot man flying, but that's besides the point. And also, yes, I did cast legilimency on you, but you're my daughter and I'm allowed to do that. Harriet, don't do something stupid like that ever again, you're just like your dad, always looking for trouble."

Harriet didn't have anything to say to contradict what her mother said, because they were all true.

"… You're impressed at my stunner spell?"

"Of course, it was brilliant."

"Does that mean… I can learn how to apparate…?"

Lily thought about the prospect of having Harriet learn apparition. The pros outweigh the cons so she told Harriet, "ask your father about that. … Actually, don't. He'll go on about how flying on a broomstick is the best transportation there is and he'll worry his heart over how you'll splint your spine trying to apparate."

Harriet nodded, "fair enough. Then, will you?"

"My thesis might finish at a month in the earliest… I'll ask Remus to teach you after I give you a demonstration. It's a good thing he lives near now."

The front door opened then revealing James back from work. He pecked Lily's and Harriet's cheeks, "How're my two gorgeous wife and daughter today? Anything exciting happen at school, sweetheart?"

"Not in school, dear, but you should ask what happened in the streets." Lily went into the open kitchen and began preparing dinner, it was her turn tonight.

"What? What happened in the streets?"

"Nothing!"

"Your daughter tried to fight a thief in the streets."

"Did you win?" Asked James. Lily slapped his arm. "I mean of course you did, you're my daughter after all. — Oh, a brilliant stunner spell with an amazing accuracy!" Lily rolled her eyes.

"Dad! Don't read my memory!"

The night left Harriet thinking back to the scene of the crime. She felt good — better than good actually — saving someone's life. It was like standing up against a bully, but it felt much more amazing.

Smiling, Harriet rolled over on her bed and reached out for her charging phone on her bedside table. She turned on the phone and checked to see if she had any text messages for her.

Hermes: Did you see the newspaper?

Harriet: I don't read the news often…

Hermes: Well, you should.

~ Because a witness report said

~ that a 'strange light' had saved her from a thief.

[Link: article]

~ Is it you?

Harriet: …

~ Yeah, I think so.

Hermes: Well, at least no one saw you

Harriet: I used my dad's invisibility cloak.

Hermes: I thought so.

~ Goodnight, I better go to sleep.

~ We have a quiz coming up

Harriet: for maths?

~ the quiz isn't for marks though

Hermes: Better safe than sorry,

~ see you tomorrow :P

Harriet: Yeah, see ya

It wasn't until a week later that déjà vu occurred. It was a similar experience to dealing with the small time criminal thief, but this was much bigger than that.

Harriet was going to the bank to deposit her monthly allowance that she'd been saving up since first year of junior high for her college tuition. Harriet was thinking whether or not she should get a part time job to increase the fund.

Standing in the line to get to the banker, it was just when Harriet took out her phone to pass the time that trouble happened.

BANG! BANG!

Her good mood vanished when two gunshots rang through the marble walls. Everyone got down from the scare, including Harriet, holding to their ears from the deafening sound. "Everybody get down!" A group of four men wearing clown masks came barrelling in with a gun each in hand.

Harriet went to the huddled group of people who were all shaking in fear. If only I had my dad's invisibility cloak. Harriet guessed she had to do this the old fashion way.

She wished there was some kind of a spell to make her unnoticeable to others as she dialled James' number.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, you little shit?"

Harriet gasped when the phone was ripped away from her hands. The phone was thrown into the marble tiles of the floor and was shattered to shreds from two pistol shots.

"If any of you do anything stupid like this young lady, you're gonna end up like that," the man announced, pointing to the broken phone.

The phone had been a gift from Sirius. It was old, but durable. She stared regrettably at it. Harriet then glared at the man.

"Hurry the fuck up! We don't got all day!"

The woman behind the counter quickened her pace with transferring money from the bank drawers to the duffle bags that the robbers came with.

The manager had pushed a security button under their desk, immediately sounding the alarm.

"What the fuck! Who the fuck was it that pulled the trigger!"

"Alright that's it, all of you get down!" Two men shoved the bankers to the group of innocent people, pointing their guns at their heads. "Raise your hands! All of you!"

Harriet did as everyone did as well. The other man closest to the doors was on standby in case police decided to show up. The last man was responsible for gathering up the money bags, handing two bats at one of two men watching the group.

"Shit! It's the police!"

The police officer shouted into the microphone, "Give up! You're surrounded!"

"The hell we are! Travis! Call them up!"

Travis, the one with the clown mask with a red nose, reached the phone behind the counter. "What should I say?"

"We have hostages. Tell them to back off and let us pass and we won't hurt them."

"I didn't sign up to kill someone," Travis said.

"We're not killing anyone, Travis," that was clearly a lie, "your brother need this money, doesn't he?" Harriet could sense that the man in the blue skinned clown mask was the leader. He seemed to have power and influence over the others.

Harriet notice Travis looking anxious, she'd figured it was the way his hand shook a little as he dialed the phone number of the police station.

"Transfer this line over to the police standing outside the bank. — You know which bank. — That's right. …" Travis handed the phone over to the leader.

The leader placed the phone to his ear. "We have hostages and if you're smart you'll do what I say."

Harriet, in the meantime, looked for a tactic out of there. She didn't have her phone, her wand, nor her invisibility cloak. What she did have was pure magic, and that was it. If only she had her wand with her, Harriet wasn't an expert in wandless silent magic, after all.

But lives were at stake, guns were pointed at her head, and Harriet, as her parents have told her a thousand times before, was a Gryffindor as all Potters before have been. Bravery and recklessness was the family motto.

Harriet got to thinking, but found no plan.

Damn it! What would Hermione tell me?

What would mum do?

What would dad do?

…!

Prongs, you're brilliant! Harriet refrained from grinning to prevent looking suspicious. The answer was so simple: Hexes! Harriet, due to her father's and Sirius' teachings, was able to wandlessly execute hexes without any difficulty at all! It had been how Harriet scared away bullies off of Hermione and Ron, which was also how she practiced.

Harriet stared at her first target. The first target got the good ol' bat-bogey hex, causing his bogeys to turn into bats and fly out of his nose. His scream filled the air as he panicked, making, causing him to stumble frantically.

"What's happening?!"

Harriet smiled in amusement at the utter bewilderment displayed on the faces around her. Not only were the robbers perplexed, but also the hostages around her, and even bystanders looking through the window.

The next target had gotten the horn tongue hex. As the name suggested, the target's tongue turned into a large horn, causing the man to say incoherent things and lean forward from the unusual weight.

"Alright! Who's the fucking mutant?!" The leader spouted, looking at least bit terrified. He didn't know if he could take on a mutant, but with a gun in hand, he was confident that he could be able to kill it. The leader went to the hostages, standing before Harriet, looking at everyone else.

He was the next target for Harriet, he would get the worst hexes of all: the head shrinking hex and pepper breath hex! Harriet sent the latter hex to the other two when the first hexes were beginning to reside. The people by her side were beginning to calm their nerves and whisper among themselves of who it might be that were pulling these pranks and how these things were even possible.

The men were screaming. Travis watched as the scene unfold, not knowing what to do. Harriet wasn't sure if she could do a wandless and silent expelliarmus, but it didn't hurt to try. This would be practice for her, and Travis seemed to be dragged into the crime for his brother.

Expelliarmus! Harriet's mind shouted, lifting her hand, imagining the weapon that Travis was holding was disarmed. Travis was sent flying back, crashing into the wall, and now, evidently unconscious on the ground. Harriet hadn't realized her disarming spell was this powerful.

Shite… I should really learn to control my magic.

But since the disarming spell did the job either way, Harriet finally ended the three criminals' misery by sending the same spell at them. Lo and behold, the three were down the moment their bodies met with Harriet's powerful expelliarmus.

The door opened when the manager of the bank unlocked it. The team of policemen came in with their pistols pointed at the unconscious criminals. Realizing that the criminals would be knocked out for a long time, they lowered their guns.

Then, in came Harriet's dad. As soon as James had gotten word that Harriet was at the scene of the robbery, James hurried to the scene along with his co-workers.

"Harriet!"

"Argh—" It felt like James could break her spine only from the hug, "Dad, I'm okay." Harriet smiled and let go of James, showing him that she hadn't had a scar on her, except for her birthmark on her forehead hidden behind the curtain of her messy streaks of brunette.

"So, that was you pulling the hexes?" James said in a hushed tone. He'd be lying if he wasn't proud of what his daughter pulled there.

"Yeah. Wandless, no doubt. I didn't even say the spells," Harriet boasted.

They both exited the scene and that was when reporters bombarded them.

"Detective Potter! Please explain what happened—"

"Is that your daughter? Was she involved with the crime? —"

"Detective Potter! What're your thoughts on—"

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