She'd been handed off at Dursleys for ten long years. Harley remembered every detail with crystal clarity. She placed a horrible man slaughtering her father. Her mother, Lily, truly loved her, but she spent much of her time preoccupied with her work, friends, and other interests. Harley recalled all those experiences with pinpoint precision. In her mind, she had far more memories of her father than of her mother.

She'd never once heard her mother speak, never once seen her, touch her, or hug her. Harley never recalled seeing her mother laugh, giggle, cry, or get mad, even as a little girl. All of this was on record in the Dursley household diaries, though Petunia only kept track of most important occasions like birthdays and graduations, rarely commenting on everyday events.

And more of those memories returned as Harley's mind got more robust and her mental processes improved.

She'd made a lot of new friends.

She'd developed a reputation as a people-pleaser while living with the Dursleys.

She, in turn, relished the attention that being popular brought her.

Harley loved reading all of the books in the Surrey Library and then traveling to London to read all of the books in the city's library.

She could retain every piece of information with laser precision and read at inhumane speeds.

She could tell her Uncle despised her when she arrived at Number Four Privet Drive. Harley had no idea why, but she had a few theories. She felt jealousy played a significant role in how the Dursleys felt, but she couldn't explain why.

Petunia, on the other hand, was quite fond of Harley. Though it was evident that it was only because she wanted a girl, she was grateful because she was the only one who could lean off in this dreadful house. If Harley didn't see her as a surrogate mother, she'd be lying.

Harley is currently five feet tall. She was a light brown girl with black hair tied up in a ponytail. Harley's hair was initially unkempt, which irritated Petunia and the other elementary school female teachers. As a result, her hair was mostly straightened from that point forward. There were tales that Harley's voice was so soothing that she could persuade anyone to do anything, which, while flattering, Harley had to reject because otherwise, her own Uncle and cousin would not detest her. Her eyes were a lovely shade of green but veiled by Harley's glasses. While they were inconvenient, she was too afraid to wear contact lenses.

Dudley was too lazy to handle any of the home tasks, so she did them all.

She also cooked most of the time because she was permitted to cook whatever she wanted.

That was probably for the best, given that Vernon didn't want to cook and Petunia's cuisine was at most subpar, and Harley wasn't about to bite the only hand willing to feed her.

Whenever Harley was present, she outperformed her "brother," Dudley. Vernon, much to Petunia's chagrin, attempted to restrain her. This did not end well for him, as Harley remembered him being on the couch most nights when she was seven years old. Harley was made aware that she was almost always more intelligent than her peers and refused to dumb herself down. Her IQ was unlimited, but she always believed there were improvements to be made.

"GIRL!"

Harley Potter, seven, sighed; he couldn't even remember her name, but him saying it in that tone was never a good idea.

"What is the significance of this?" Vernon inquired.

"I got the highest grade in the class on the last test," Harley replied, nervously smiling at her Uncle.

Harley wondered if her Uncle could believe she could do something so heinous, but the thought of even bringing it up made her doubt her composure. When the young girl looked up at her Uncle, she clasped her hands nervously, their eyes meeting when they locked gaze.

"I'm doing great in all my classes," Harley replied confidently, wondering if she should tone it down a notch so Vernon didn't get too upset.

"You better not show up Dudley ever again," Vernon said through gritted teeth, his face flushed.

"What exactly is going on here?" Petunia inquired, most likely after hearing her husband's loud voice.

"Harley was bragging about her grades," Vernon explained, his tone sounding almost apologetic.

"I'm not bragging," Harley snapped.

"Don't lie because I'll have to beat the hell out of you," Vernon threatened.

"What are you two talking about?" Petunia asked, a little too anxious to know the truth.

"I got top of the class, Aunt Petunia. But Vernon wouldn't believe me!" Harley explained, feeling a little more confident now that a friendly face had shown. "He says I should dumb myself down for Dudley."

"What? No! Harley would never do that," Petunia defended her. "And quite frankly, we should be proud of her!"

"Yeah, I'm doing my best; shouldn't you be mad at Dudley for doing so awfully?" She regretted those words as soon as they left her mouth. She had flown too close to the sun.

Vernon raised a fist while Petunia tried to protect her, but Harley swiftly dodged it. She was surprised by how fast she did it.

"How could you..." Vernon snarled

Petunia was taken aback; she had never seen anyone move so quickly.

Nobody knew what anyone who could do that was capable of.

If Vernon Dursley had been a wise man, he would not have messed with Harley for the rest of the day.

However, Vernon Dursley was not a wise man.

He attempted lunging at Harley.

Harley crossed her arms and shielded her face, hoping to keep the whippings at bay. Surprisingly, it did keep her safe.

Vernon was thrown through the wall and landed in a wreck.

Harley was perplexed about how she did it and turned to her aunt for help.

"Windstorm?" she asked, terrified.

Petunia hesitated before nodding, "Windstorm." That's precisely what they told the paramedics. They then remained at a relative's house while the wall was repaired.

While Vernon still didn't agree, he swallowed his pride to avoid going back to the ER, which Harley was perfectly OK with, and left her alone. Dudley, on the other hand, never stopped. He was not just as dumb as a rock but also far too arrogant. He had his own group of cretins that followed him around and bullied her. Harley never knew why some of them softened as they grew older. The working theories she had were either because of better morals or because they were attracted to her.

Harley landed in a boarding school with her qualities when she was twelve. That irritated Vernon somewhat, but he eventually surrendered and agreed that Harley would go. Furthermore, it meant that Harley would only be home six weeks out of eight years, making Vernon too glad to give her the encouraging nod and nudge Harley out the door while Petunia went to get a flask.

She worked at her own pace and was grateful to attend a school that supported varying levels of learning. When Harley considered it, it sounded incredible.

"Ms. Potter, I must confess that your grades have impressed me. Never before has a student attained such a different level of intelligence."

The elderly lady sat opposite her, her large glasses allowing her to glance through them at the now eighteen-year-old Harley Potter.

"I don't think there's much more for us to teach you in the future," the Headmistress said, looking across at Harley at her desk, who frowned at the news. She hadn't even had the chance to explain her goal, but this was supposed to be a top-tier school. If she kept up her education, she would be granted entrance into one of the top universities.

She had no idea how to stop being so bright or what to do when she realized her potential was in a different league than the other students in the class. She would be a top student by being innovative and nothing more.

"Perhaps I can start college early." Harley said to the Headmistress, "I think that's the real question. Although it might be too soon to take that route".

"However, it's never too early to consider it," Harley reasoned as she drummed her fingers on the desk.

"You will set many records," the woman next to her predicted." Although I believe you have surpassed him in many ways, I have a grandson around your age with similar ideals."

Harley said gently, "Well, I don't know about that, but I suppose some friendly rivalry never hurts anybody."

She gave it some thought.

She did enjoy having an intellectual rival standing next to her.

She knew that the next phase of her life would be remarkable and that it was about to begin.

Harley Potter thought she was unique, but it was debatable whether it was in a good or bad way. She was capable of feats that most people could only imagine. The Dursleys were aware of the situation, but neither Vernon nor Petunia came forward and admitted what they knew. This annoyed the young prodigy, but she decided it would be worth the trip to find out.

She developed a keen interest in military history and tactics along with other pastimes like baking and gardening. She read a variety of books on the topics. Most of them were used, but Harley could afford them thanks to various odd jobs around the neighborhood. Since they would try to get it from them, the Dursleys must not be aware of this. Nice clothes couldn't be hidden as easily as books. While Petunia did her shopping, Harley wasn't a fan of her sense of style. Harley had made some attempts to make them presentable, with varying degrees of success.

When their drill instructor (gym teacher) pushed them to their limits, she was able to jump higher, run faster, and go longer without collapsing.

She was looking at some recent findings regarding plants at a local science museum.

She entered through the double doors, staying close to the shadows and being cautious not to play it too safe. Standing beside her was a boy roughly her age, possibly in her late teens or early twenties. He had brown eyes and spiky green hair that Harley thought resembled leaves.

He was wearing a brown bottom-up shirt, brown jeans, and white tennis shoes and had tanned skin (though Harley put it down to him spending a lot of time in the sun). He was marginally taller than Harley, but only slightly. The teen smiled as he regarded the plants. He was enjoying his time. "Fascinating."

"Don't you just think it's beautiful?" the boy asked as she looked at Harry with a twinkle in his eyes. "I... forget it."

"Never mind what?" Harley inquired as she looked at the boy, who paused for a moment to gather his feelings.

"It's stupid," he declared solemnly.

"Nothing is stupid if you believe in it," Harley said, turning to face him. "Those who deny that are, well, fools."

The young man made the decision to throw caution to the wind.

He immediately started gushing about plants. He talked about how plants have to be looked after and how important they are to the world. Harley could only listen.

He was an odd duck, and Harley was intrigued. Harley couldn't help but ask questions. He was a good listener and talked her through everything. She told him about the strange ongoings of her life, and he showed her his favorite spots in the museum. The two became fast friends.

When he asked her for the time, she noticed the time, but he didn't seem surprised when she informed him that they should probably go.

"Oh, well, yes, sorry. It's late, isn't it?" Herb mumbled as he looked over to check his watch.

He halted and gave a timid smile. " I've been talking to you for almost an hour, and I still haven't introduced myself."

Harley waved it off, saying, "I haven't told you mine either, so it's fine."

"Herb Green, I'll be a sophomore at Vanilla University in the upcoming academic year. I'm here on vacation with some buddies. They're at the beach now, but I thought I would stop by and look at these threatened plants. I hope there won't be even more in this exhibit next time." That last sentence caused his smile to fade.

Harley reassured him, "I'm sure it'll get better," before she continued. "... Harley Potter. Where I'm going this fall is a mystery to me. I am considering my options. A university, perhaps?"

"You want to transfer? Vanilla University could use a bright star-like you." Herb said with enthusiasm.

Harley blushed lightly at the compliment, "Thanks," she replied, "But actually, I mean in general. I'm eighteen."

Herb's eyes widened; he had assumed with her intelligence that she'd be his age (nineteen) or older. "Oh, sorry, you look very mature for your age."

Harley gave him a smile; she'd been given that comment since she was about fifteen. Thankfully, she recognized it as a compliment by now.

Harley replied, "Jeez, Herb, say what you really mean," and she grinned. "smart, attractive, and enlightened. It's a good combination, really. I wonder if my guardians would marry us off."

Herb responded, blushing, "No way, I'm sure my moms would never approve of me marrying a girl, even if she is pretty." He would be lying if he claimed that he was not seriously considering her offer.

He didn't know why he was thinking about it quite heavily, especially because she was only eighteen and he wasn't even twenty.

Harley replied, taking his hand and stroking her thumb over it, "Well, fine, but we'll come back to this in a few years, once your parents might be less inclined to keep you."

She was never this forward with boys she just met, but she felt very drawn to Herb.

This sent his mind into overdrive, but he just shook his head.

Herb examined Harley. He wondered what she liked about gardening because she seemed like an exciting partner. "Perhaps we can meet, hang out, and continue this conversation since I'll still be in town for a few days."

Harley said, relieved she would gain from talking to someone who shared her interests, "That would be great."

After their initial meeting, Harley and Herb parted ways and exchanged contact information to stay in touch via email or phone. Days had passed since that time. Written communication was preferred even though it would be pretty slow in the grand scheme. Harley knew that having Vernon answer the phone—or worse, Dudley—would be a terrible situation. She wanted to keep anyone she was friendly with away from them as much as she could.

Even Petunia couldn't be made aware of this. Petunia believed that anyone with hair that wasn't a natural color was a disrespectful punk. Harley was aware that Petunia would immediately cancel any further appearances with him as soon as she caught sight of his green hair.

When Harley pushed open the doors of Number Four Privet Drive and turned for a moment to glance around, she thought, "Ah, back to the hellhole. I will not lie. I'm looking forward to leaving this location permanently."

The mail arrived before Harley entered the house for a few minutes.

"Dudley, get the mail!"

"Make Potter get it. She's home."

"Girl, get the mail!"

Harley snarled, but she decided to get the mail since she was only three feet from the threshold. A few bills and an Aunt Marge postcard were among the items she pulled from the mailbox.

Oh, good old Aunt Marge. Harley had to admit that she wasn't sure which of Vernon and Marge was more awful. It was close. Funny how Marge reminded her of her favorite canine friend. Although the 18-year-old prodigy regretted equating bulldogs with Marge. There was no need to make fun of the poor animals this way.

But there was still another thing.

A letter was present.

She held it in her hand, a letter for Harley. It had an "H" crest that featured a badger, an eagle, a snake, and a lion. She quickly stowed the letter, which was addressed in her bedroom.

Harley said in a downright polite and respectful tone, "There you go, Uncle Vernon."

Vernon accepted the mail without saying, "thank you." Harley had not anticipated anything different. Aunt Petunia was delighted to see her again. Despite being disappointed that she was still married to Vernon after all these years, Harley hugged her.

Harley decided to go for a stroll through the neighborhood away from the Dursleys' suspicious eyes. They did not receive much attention from their neighbors. It was awful how Vernon and Dudley smeared her with rumors that she was a juvenile delinquent and lazy to discredit her. To Petunia's dismay, it had the opposite effect and destroyed the little credibility the Dursleys had. The neighbors had mixed feelings about her because they thought she was too intelligent for her own good. Still, they could not dispute her capacity for hard work since her academic accomplishments were published in the newspaper. Petunia also refuted them by praising Harley's worth and sweetness.

She stopped and slowly opened the letter, reading it.

Dear Ms. Potter.

We are pleased to announce that you have been accepted at Hogwarts College of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You will find an enclosed book and supply list. We will await your call no later than July 31st, 1991.

Sincerely,

Professor Michael McGonagall

Deputy Headmaster.

Harley gave this letter a long look.

When Harley mouthed the words, she thought about how strange it sounded. She laughed mockingly, "So... I'm supposed to go back inside and get the family owl because everyone has one of those, of course."

Harley noticed an owl fly and descend into the nearby trees as if by magic. Her eyes flitted with suspicion. Too much had happened for its abrupt presence to be a coincidence. Harley watched the bird as she tracked its movements with her gaze.

"Um, hello? Did this Hogwarts place send you?" Harley asked, already feeling silly for talking to an animal in the first place.

The owl responded by hooting, and it appeared that she nodded. These owls had to be adequately bred, presumably to deliver letters.

"If I respond to this letter, will you take it to Hogwarts?" Harley volunteered, her gaze fixed on the owl, who hooted again.

She was not going to lie. She thought it wasn't a joke, providing, of course, that she thought was somewhat likely. Although it would explain the Dursleys' virtually medieval reactions to some situations in the past. And the fact that she could throw Vernon through the wall without touching him explained everything better than a windstorm.

She contemplated numerous reputable institutions and had multiple scholarships, but this college offered her little more than a letter with hazy promises of a mysterious art. Harley decided to write a response, but she needed more information before she chose to change her mind about everything.

Dear Professor McGonagall,

I found your letter fascinating, and while it would explain various events in my life. I require more proof than a letter. If you provide me said proof, I'll believe you and be able to attend your college.

Respectfully Yours,

Harley Potter

Michael McGonagall became aware of his imminent doom. He had just received Harley Potter's letter and had stopped all he was doing to go to Number Four, Privet Drive. He got a nasty feeling about this place, and she had no idea where her parents came from based on the tone of Harley Potter's letter.

Even if he was much older, Michael McGonagall could have passed for a man in his mid to late thirties. The magical aging process was pretty intriguing because it was accelerated before the age of consent before going a third or even a fourth faster depending on the witch or wizard in question's power.

As was his routine, McGonagall wore his dark hair in a bun. He had blue eyes hidden behind glasses and a stern expression. He discovered that a severe presentation was the most effective when dealing with difficult kids, and he had his fair share of them throughout the years. Michael did get into trouble a few times throughout his time at Hogwarts, but only when the occasion demanded it. There was a time when you needed to grin and a time when you needed to be serious.

He escaped from Hogwarts before Dumbledore or anybody else discovered there was a problem. He was sure he would send Hagrid to find the young Ms. Potter. Bless his heart, but Michael had doubts about Hagrid's ability to handle this issue. Michael read between the lines and determined that it was time to act.

He'd have a spat with Dumbledore later, but he'd take it. He fought him tooth and nail about Snape for years before finally giving in. Michael felt it would be simple to retaliate against the Slytherins, but it would play into Snape's hands as a sorrowful victim. Because of this, the Gryffindors took out their rage on most of the Slytherin house, a never-ending circle of vengeance.

To be honest, the house system was only maintained because it was tradition. And Quidditch, well, one cannot forget Quidditch. Michael couldn't forget Snape's Slytherins annihilating his Gryffindors for the seventh year this season, especially after Snape made snarky remarks about it.

Of course, talking about sports was irrelevant; what mattered was the deed Michael was about to perform. He raised his hand and tossed everything to the side before knocking on the door thrice.

He stood there waiting for the door to open. Michael paused, and the door opened to find Petunia Dursley on the other side. She was precisely how Michael remembered her.

"May I assist you?" Michael was not fooled for a second when Petunia asked in one of those pleasant tones that sounded hollow. Michael's eyes narrowed slightly as he faced this woman.

"Ms. Potter received her letter," Michael continued, and Petunia paled as her eyes twitched at these words. "It was an odd response; it's almost as if you didn't tell her about her ancestry despite Dumbledore's advice."

As Petunia backed away, Vernon came over, who had returned home from work.

"Petunia, what are you doing here?" Vernon inquired, his small beady eyes on Michael.

"I'm here because Ms. Potter responded to my letter. At least, that's what Dumbledore made me believe," Michael said, his eyes flashing, "but you were to inform her about her magical skills."

Vernon shivered at mentioning the word "magic," but he knew better than to say anything. His skin reddened when he thought about everything, and his heart thumped.

Vernon began by attempting to salvage the situation and convince himself that he was in control of his home.

Vernon shivered at mentioning the word "magic," but he knew better than to say anything. His skin reddened when he thought about everything, and his heart thumped a little.

Vernon began by attempting to salvage the situation and convince himself that he was in control of his home.

"Given our laws, I suppose you have little say in the matter," Michael stated. While he usually honored the privileges of parents and guardians, there was one occasion when he had to deviate from the rule. He kept his gaze fixed on Vernon, his eyes wide with rage.

"What exactly is this?" Harley had been brought out from the noise.

Michael grimaced at the situation even more. He'd heard Harley's clothes were always dreadful or hand-me-downs until she went to boarding school and could buy her own. He assumed the Dursleys were well-off, and even if they weren't, they were expected to get a bit of gold every month, which would cover Harley's necessities. They probably took it and spent it on other frivolous things.

"You wrote to me, Ms. Potter," Michael said calmly and professionally. "I am a representative of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I believe..."

"This meeting is a waste of time," Vernon growled before turning to face Harley. "We allowed you to attend that school, hoping it would cure you of your folly."

"Cure her of her folly?" Michael said as he slowly looked towards Vernon, gulping slightly as he realized he had spoken too much.

"Honestly, I just assumed he didn't want to be seen with me for six years," Harley explained when she looked at Vernon.

"Because he's mediocre and has nothing going for him," she reasoned. 'I was disappointed that she had to cast her flaws onto me. Why hasn't Petunia divorced this jerk?' she thought to herself

"So I'm guessing you don't know what happened to your parents," Michael said, trying not to lose his temper.

"My Aunt and Uncle told me they were drunks/addicts who died in a car collision," Harley said casually before bracing herself for the impending clusterf*ck that was probably going to occur.

Michael mentally counted to 10, despite a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he should go in and start mowing down the Dursleys. Because of their... envy, they denigrated James and Lily Potter's brave sacrifice. That has to be the end of it. Or because their own lives were miserable. Going by Petunia's clear signs of disarray from the last six years without rarely seeing Harley, he decided it was a little bit of both.

"A car wreck," Michael hissed, his voice freezing cold.

Vernon's fury flared. "What should we have told her?"

"For one thing, the truth would be a wonderful place to start," Michael said sternly as he burned a hole through Vernon with his severe glare. "James and Lily Potter made the ultimate sacrifice so that foolish people like you wouldn't have to be brutally murdered, though maybe that was a mistake."

"What the hell is this nonsense?" Vernon inquired, his teeth clenched.

Harley was now interested when Michael said, "You know, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, Dumbledore explained it to you in a letter."

"Who is not to be named?" Harley enquired, confused, but Michael wasn't quite finished tearing the Dursleys apart.

"All you had to do was tell the truth and treat her like you would treat a child." Michael scolded Vernon

Michael turned to Petunia and spoke pitifully to her at first, "It's much clearer you care for the girl." his tone turned as icy as when he talked to her husband, "Yet, you still decide to hide the truth from her."

"As well as stay in this hellhole with a boar for a husband," he thought.

Petunia decided to just say nothing, which was probably for the best.

Vernon decided to take the initiative. "I'm not sure what lies she told you in that letter, but I can tell you that I'll deal with them. And, as her legal guardian, I have the authority to tell her what she should and shouldn't do. She's fortunate to have the freedom she does. She cheated to outdo Dudley, and when I chastised her for her strangeness, she attacked me brutally."

"Defensive magic, it could be triggered when the young wizard or witch feels threatened," Michael explained, his teeth gritted.

"So it wasn't a windstorm..." Harley said to herself; she knew it wasn't, but to have confirmed was a weird feeling.

"Lies, she attacked me," Vernon said as a purple vein bulged through his skull, and he grasped her fists and breathed heavily in and out. "And I believe..."

"Don't listen to him! For years, he has been abusing me!" When Vernon moved forward, Harley yelled, hoping the wizard would believe her.

Vernon attempted to assault Harley Potter. Harley was poised to flee, but McGonagall was quicker on the draw. He swung his wand at him, causing him to fall back with a crash and collapse to the ground.

Vernon was replaced on the ground by a walrus. His gaze remained cruel while he flopped on the floor. Petunia's eyes widened, and she appeared to be about to hyperventilate.

"He was told what would happen if he abused Harley," Michael added emphatically before looking at Petunia's face. "I can tell that the safeguards in this house are working well. Your appearance on the exterior resembles the creatures you act like on the inside."

Petunia was taken aback by the possibilities. She didn't seem to alter, but her son began to resemble a pig. It was unclear whether her concern for Harley had saved her from the same fate or if this was cruel mercy.

Michael's eyes blinked as he focused on Harley before transforming the coffee table into a roaring lion, causing Petunia to back up in fear.

"Wait! No! Sir, please stop!" She objected. "Yes, my Aunt kept my parents' death a secret, which is terrible, but she is still the only person who cares about me in this place!"

Michael realized he could've given Harley the wrong impression before transforming the lion back into a coffee table, much to the relief of both Petunia and Harley.

When Michael looked at her, he said, "I trust you have the proof you have."

Harley nodded vigorously. After all that, how could she not believe him?

"If you have what you need, pick it up; otherwise, follow me," Michael said as he gestured to Harley, who was following him.

Michael came to a halt and turned around to face Petunia. "Your husband and son will return to what they consider normal in three hours."

Harley also came to a halt to look at her aunt. "Auntie, goodbye once more. Please divorce the walrus as soon as possible."

Before walking out the door with Harley, Michael turned around. "Ms. Potter, this way."

Harley followed him, knowing she'd learn more than she already knew and figure out where she could go next. This Hogwarts School could provide her with something to do with her free time. Though she wondered if this college was excellent enough to bring her a promising career, she was too intrigued at that moment, so Harley had to see what McGonagall had to offer, even if she wanted to keep her choices open.

So I read the Ascension by MegaMatt09 and I was mixed on it. On one side Harry in that fic has a few good points and the smut is well written, Harry also tries way too hard to be edgy at times also I know Ron is a divisive character but jeez, did he get put through the ringer in the first few chapters. So I decided to give my own take on it. Harley is much nicer than Harry in that fic. I aged up the characters (the age slowing thing in his fic is still here but Hogwarts is still a college), Harley's harem (or collective) are more anime and video game men (not that theirs a problem with having Marvel/DC characters and some will appear, but I just don't watch much DC live-action shows, I'll probably be able to fit some Marvel people in here since I watch it a lot more).

Also I just generally wanted a female protagonist reverse harem fics. Not that they don't exist, but I mean reverse harem fics with one girl and a tons of guys have a sexual polyamorous relationship (that shows crazy but that's a genderbend version of a lot of harem smut fics you see on a lot of fanfiction sites). I never see any, the closest I get are female reader one-shots/anthology fics that have tons of smut in it.

If anybody finds a fic matching this description, please let me know I am very curious.

I have ideas that differs from MegaMatt09 and I hope to make those ideas a reality one day but starting today I'm rewriting.