A.N: I haven't written anything in a very long time and suddenly had the urge to write again. This story has been on my mind for a long time and I wanted to get it out of my system as soon as possible. As such, please excuse any grammatical mistakes as well as any issues with wording / time scales / tenses. I don't have a beta to read these over so I might not catch all the issues.
This is an AU so expect OOC moments, conversations and situations.
The Girl Who Served - Chapter 1
Running through the wall between platform 9 and platform 10, the young girl slowed quickly to look around at the fabled platform 9¾. Taking in the sites and sounds of children saying goodbye to their parents, the wheels of trolleys as they are pushed towards the trains, and the sound of all sorts of animals. The smell of smoke from the chimney of the train filled her lungs and a smile spread across her face. The Hogwarts Express was as red and as magical as Director Bones had told her.
"I had that same look when I first stepped foot on the platform years ago…" Said woman remarked as she strode through the portal with her niece.
"It's magical…" both the girl and Director Bones' niece Susan whispered at the same time.
"Now then, Susan, give me a hug and find a seat. We need to have a quick chat." Director Bones told Susan, reaching down to hug the ginger girl with all her might. "Write to me tonight. I want to hear which house you were sorted into."
"Yes Aunty" Susan whispered back before breaking the embrace and scurrying off with her trolley. At the sight of Susan boarding the train, Director Bones turned to face the other girl.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" She asked the girl.
"Positive Director" The girl replied.
"I told you, call me Amelia. Merin knows I practically raised you."
"Director, I work for the Ministry and you are my superior. It would be improper."
"Harri-" Amelia started.
"If you don't mind, Director, I would like to find a seat now. If you need to discuss any work related, send me an owl." The girl cut her off before walking towards the train. Amelia simple stared at the girl, a single tear threatening to fall from her eye.
Arriving in the train, the girl 'Harry' walked until she found an empty compartment before lifting her trunk onto the holding rack, locking the door, closing the blinds and collapsing to the ground howling in deep emotional pain. She had been taught from an early age not to let anyone see you. It was a weakness. Weaknesses could be exploited.
After letting out her anguish over her situation, she cleared up her face using her wand before opening up the blinds and lock on her compartment and settling down with a book. A copy of "So you want to be a dark wizard?" that was given to her by Instructor Moody. She was told to study the book, keep an eye out for any budding dark wizards while she was at Hogwarts. That was her mission. The ministry wanted to stop dark witches and wizards before they rose to power so she had to ensure that there wasn't any brewing at the school.
As the train started to move, she heard a knock on the door. Looking up, she saw Susan wave before she let herself in.
"Harriet, I thought we were going to sit together?" She asked, confused.
"What gave you that impression, Bones?" Harriet responded. A dark look in her eye that the other girl would even consider them sitting together.
"Because we are practically sisters, Aunty raised us together-" Susan started before she was interrupted by an angry Harriet.
"We WERE like sisters, Bones. That was until your Aunt revealed the real reason why she took me in. Now, you are just the niece of the woman who used me and who I have to serve under." Harriet stood up, face to face with the now teary eyed girl. "However, I was never ordered to be nice to you." With that, Harriet pushed Susan back slightly, out of the compartment, and closed the door. Huffing to herself to release some of the anger she had generated, Harriet took a step back towards her seat before another knock was heard at the door of the compartment.
Turning around, she saw a blonde haired girl wave through the window of the compartment. Sighing to herself, she opened the door to the girl, only then noticing a brown haired girl standing next to her.
"Hi." The girl spoke with an air of royalty, "Would you mind if me and my cousin were to join you. Our previous compartment was taken over by… unsavory characters."
The slightly smaller, brown haired girl next to her looked down to her feet out of anxiety. Finding the patterns on the floor slightly more welcoming than the situation.
"Of course." Harriet replied, opening the door up further, letting them in. She watched as the two girls walked in, the brown haired girl struggling with getting her trunk through the door. Not wanting the compartment to look like an open invitation to everyone and their mothers to come in, she waved her wand causing the girls' trunks to lift into the air and seat themselves on the holding racks. They both turned to face her with a look of shock before the shock turned to smiles.
Harriet resumed her seat, stealthily hiding her book from the girls. She looked at the two girls expectedly as they took their seats.
"My name is Daphne. Daphne Greengrass of House Greengrass. This is my cousin Tracey Davis." The blonde girl, Daphne, introduced. Directing her arm towards the brown haired girl, Tracey, as she did so.
"I'm Harriet. Harriet Potter." Harriet replied, waiting for the shock and questions to start. Instead she was met with…
"It's lovely to meet you, Miss Potter." A neutral voice came from Daphne. "I guess that explains the ease you have with magic. Not unexpected from someone who was trained by Albus Dumbledore."
"Mr Dumbledore only ever taught me one lesson." Harriet replied.
"Oh?" Tracey perked up, wanting to hear the lesson that the most powerful wizard alive taught the girl.
"Never meet your heroes." Harriet responded.
Midway through the train ride, the door was rudely thrown open by a ginger haired boy with a rat in his hand.
"Have any of you seen Harriet Potter yet?" He asked, looking towards Daphne and Tracey.
"What do you want?" Harriet replied, turning his attention from the two girls.
"Hi Harriet!" The boy suddenly perked up, "My name is Ron Weasley. Come on, grab your trunk, you don't want to be caught sitting with these Junior Death Eaters!" Ron smirked, grabbing Harriets arm and pulling her up.
Before he could even comprehend what was happening, he was on the floor, his face against the carpet, arm stretched behind him with his wrist bent at an uncomfortable angle and Harriets boot pressed against the back of his neck.
"If you ever touch me again Weasley, it will be the last thing you ever do." She hissed through her teeth before pulling him up and pushing him towards the door.
"Oh yeah?!" Ron shouted at the girl, trying to salvage any courage he had. "You don't scare me!"
"Ronald Bilius Weasley. Born 1 March 1980 to Arther and Molly Weasley neé Prewitt. Lives at The Burrow, Ottery St Catchpole, Devon. Six siblings, five brothers and one sister. Your mother is a housewife and your father works in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office at the Ministry." Harriet replied calmly, watching as his face turned to horror as he realized just how much he knew about him. "Do you get the picture or should I start talking about Ginevra?"
Ron backed away until he hit the window of the train before scurrying off. Harriet simply waved her wand at the door causing it to close before turning to face the two girls.
"Sorry about that." She said, as if she had accidentally bumped into one of them in the street, before sitting back down.
"That was-" Daphne started.
"The coolest thing I've ever seen!" Tracey shouted, a massive smile on her face. "How did you know all that? Did you read his mind? Did you read our minds too?" Tracey finished that last part with her face turning to worry.
"I have met his father at the Ministry, we shared lunch together every now and then. Nice man. Bought me some sweets for my birthday since I turned 8. Always talked about how proud he was of his kids, talked about how Molly would love me. After that though, I doubt we will be spending lunch together again." Harriet replied, looking slightly downtrodden at the thought of Arthur hating her.
"Can you teach me to do that?" Daphne suddenly asked, looking embarrassed at her outburst.
"Teach you how to eat lunch?" Harriet asked, pretending to be confused.
Daphne responded with a stutter before Tracey burst out laughing.
"Oh, we are keeping you!" Tracey said through her laughs, "It takes a lot to shake Dafy!" Tracey was suddenly the recipient of a swift slap to the arm by her cousin.
"Obviously, if you repeat that to anyone, I will make what you just did to the Weasel look like a Tickling Charm." Daphne said between gritted teeth.
Harriet simply smirked at the girl. Liking the two already.
"Right after I teach you how to follow through on that threat obviously." She replied, a slight hint of humor in her previously angry voice.
"Slytherin!" The hat shouted after a few seconds of being on Tracey's head. Tuning out the rest of the names, Harriet looked around the room. It was just like Moody described it, candles floating above the tables, an endless night sky where the ceiling should be, the aura of magic was palpable.
"Daphne Greengrass!" Professor McGonagall shouted alerting the girl next to her that it was her time to be sorted. She could practically feel the nerves coming off the poor girl. Fortunately for Harriet, she had been given a heads up as for what to expect with the ceremony.
"Slytherin!" The hat shouted again. Once again, Harriet tuned the room out as she focused on the magic around. She watched as the younger Malfoy was sorted into Slytherin before finally…
"Harriet Potter!" It was her turn to be sorted. Confidently, she strode up to the stool, ignoring the whispers around her. All of those whispers for a 'little first year'. I mean, yeah she was a badass but they didn't know that yet. Taking a seat on the stool, she felt the hat be placed on her head.
"Very Interesting…" She heard in her head, quickly she strengthened her mind shields to ensure that her secrets couldn't be divulged. "Nice try, Agent Potter. Those won't work against me. Not to worry though, your secrets - and by extension the Ministries - will stay between you and me. I will say though, it's about time the Ministry is doing something about the darkness looming from this school. That Tom Riddle…"
"Tom Riddle?" She heard a slight gasp from next to her, clearly the Scottish woman had heard what she whispered.
"A story for another time. For now, it's a question on where to sort you. The oldest Greengrass girl and Miss Davis seem to like you. I think you three would do well together. Yes… Better be SLYTHERIN!"
Silence. Dead Silence. Silence that went on for what felt like eternity before…
"SHE'S A DARK LADY!" A voice cried from the Gryffindor table. Turning to face the owner of that voice, she saw Nevile Longbottom. Instead of dignifying the boy with a response, she took the hat off of her head, placed it onto the stall before making her way over to the Slytherin table. Sitting opposite from Daphne and Tracey. After a few more seconds, Professor McGonagall took a breath before continuing with the sorting.
"Girls' dorms are on the left. Boys' dorms are on the right. No girls in the boys' dorm, no boys in the girls' dorm. Is that understood?" Marcus Flint - The prefect - commanded the first years inside of the Slytherin common room.
"Understood." Most of the first years parroted. The exception being Harriet, Daphne and Tracey.
"Professor Snape will be through shortly to talk to you." He said before walking off. As he left, all of the first years turned to look at Harriet.
"So not only has Harriet Potter made it to Hogwarts, she has also decided to infect our sacred house?" A blonde haired boy asked rhetorically, a sneer on his face.
"So you must be Draco Malfoy, Daddy's little princess?" Tracey responded, stepping closer to Harriet. "How much did Daddy have to bribe the sorting hat to accept you as an actual wizard?"
"Shut your face, you mudblo-" Draco started before being interrupted.
"Starting trouble already, Potter?" Snape accused, standing behind Draco. "My office now, the rest of you, to bed." He then turned and swept out of the room, Harriet following in tow. Upon entering the Potion Master's office, she saw cauldrons boiling and bubbling. One in particular caught her attention.
"Is this Draught of the Living Death?" Harriet asked.
"You always were astute when it came to potions." Snape responded. "How was the train?"
"Awful, remind me why we pack a bunch of kids onto that thing?" Harriet responded.
"Tradition or something."
"So, why did you want to see me Sev- Professor?"
"Don't catch yourself doing that in public, no one can know that I helped train the Ministries secret weapon." Snape said with a glare. "The reason I wanted to see you was to check in. I understand that you stayed at Bones Manor last night and I also understand your hatred to that woman."
"I warded the door to my room and kept my wand under my pillow in-case one of them came in." She responded, stirring the potion slightly.
"Thank you." Snape responded sincerely. "I will never forgive that woman for what she did to the daughter of Lily Evans."
"How's the old man taking my appointment to your house?"
"He's scared. I saw him drilling the hat for any information on you. Not a word from the cloth."
"Excellent."
"I heard that someone attacked the Weasley boy but he was refusing to say who." Snape started, getting closer to Harriet. "Did you happen to have anything to do with that?"
"Little ol' me? Hurting a boy? Nahh, I prefer flowers and kittens!" Harriet responded, pouting before the pair broke into laughter. After a few seconds, they simmered down with Snape taking a serious expression.
"Seriously though, Harriet. You can't go around breaking people because they annoy you. You are practically super human with how much you know and how much you can do at your age. Please, be careful."
"Don't worry, I will. Everything I did could be taught at a self-defense class for muggles. I may have been using magic but people seem to think I was trained by Old Man Dumb Dumb." She responded with a smirk.
"Just be sure to somewhat limit your magic while here. The Minister would lose his mind if the big secret got out to the student body."
"I will. Now then, I have to go ward my bed. If you'll excuse me." Harriet responded, walking towards the door.
"Be safe Harriet, I can't protect you out there."
"Of course, Severus."
Heading down the stairs of the girls' dorms, she spotted a room with her name on it. Thankfully, it only contained two other names: Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis. Pushing it open, she saw both girls sitting on their respective beds. Daphne reading and Tracey brushing her hair.
"Be careful, Harriet." Tracey said, looking over at her. "The shower isn't that warm."
Harriet nodded before taking out her wand and warding the remaining bed. After that, she grabbed some sleepwear from her trunk as well as her toiletries and disappeared into the bathroom. After just 4 minutes, she was back out of the bathroom, drying her hair and fully dressed. Her two room-mates looked at her and giggled.
"Too cold for you to shower?" Daphne asked.
"No?" Harriet replied confused, "I just had one."
"Bullshit!" Tracey exclaimed before covering her mouth.
"Tracey!" Daphne scolded before turning back to Harriet, "How can you have a shower in just 4 minutes?"
"Three actually, it took me a minute to get dressed after." Harriet replied, walking towards her bed. "Are you serious about wanting to learn self-defense?"
"Yes." Both Tracey and Daphne responded.
"Okay, we will start tomorrow."
"What time?" Tracey asked.
"You'll see." Harriet replied, a smirk on her face. "Well then, goodnight!" Harriet turned her bedside lamp off, closed the curtains around her bed, waved her wand to silence the bed, stashed her wand under her pillow and went off to sleep.
A.N: That's it for chapter 1. I hope you enjoyed it. Next time we will have their first day and first training session.