Heyo! Quick Author's note here! It's come to my attention that the text didn't color like it was supposed to and boy wasn't that a bummer. Enjoy.

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The year is 1989, and Harriet Potter will come to Hogwarts in two years. He had just finished a few interviews for this year's new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher when three separate spinning instruments suddenly began to scream or break. His heart nearly stopped in his chest when he realized that those instruments had been monitoring the status of the blood wards located at one number four Private Drive. He rushed to his quarters after silencing the screaming instruments and grabbed a handful of floo powder off of the mantel before stepping in and throwing it down 'calmly' shouting for a Number 8 Wisteria Walk.

Green fire flared to life in two fireplaces, one within his private quarters, and another in a quaint little home overflowing with cats. He stepped out, careful not to tread on any of them.

"Oh! Albus! How strange of you to drop by, would you like tea?" Miss Arabella Fig, a member of Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix and an old friend asked.

"I'm sorry dear, haven't the time. Have you by chance seen young Harriet?" He folded his hands together, not wanting to raise suspicion within her. It could just be that she had run away, no matter what they would bring her back and fix the wards.

"Oh? The young dear? No, not in a while. Petunia hasn't had need of me. An awful woman that one is. Always gossiping. She kicked poor Tibbles the other day." She began to ramble about Tibbles, a particularly fat grey cat that was currently plumped up on a cushion.

"Ah, well. Just thought I'd pop by, and check up on them. Thank you, Arabella, so sorry I couldn't stay for tea. Perhaps next time?" He masterfully deflected her ramblings and made his way out of her house. The neighbors stared at him as he walked toward Private Drive and began to knock rather firmly on the door. Perhaps too firmly as it was wrenched backward by one Petunia Dursley.

"What is it you want?" She hissed.

He felt a nerve twitch in his neck as he composed himself. "I was merely popping by to ascertain Harriet's whereabouts."

She narrowed her eyes before going to close the door in his face. "The freak's not here! Leave me and my family alone."

He shoved his foot in the door to prevent it from shutting. "Then where is she? Petunia, I did stress to you the importance of keeping her in your care."

"How should I know? Damn, Girl just disappeared one day and it's for the better, and if you find her you won't be bringing her back here. I won't have it! Good day sir!" She slammed the door again and the lock clicked. Not that the lock would have done anything if he wanted to get in, but with that note of finality and a quick inspection of the house proving nothing, He walked into a small alley where he pulled out his wand

"Point Me, Harriet Potter." The wand spun weakly in his hand, unable to find anything.

"Point Me. Harriet Potter." He repeated more firmly, and again the same results. He cursed under his breath and apparated back to his quarters, walking down the small set of stairs back into his office and starting to search for something, anything that could help him find her. If this got out it could ruin everything he had been planning.

This would consume his every waking moment until she was found, and after a few weeks of vainly searching on his own, he called together the old crowd and sent out a much wider search party. Merlin forbid, Harriet learn anything about the magical world or her past. It would ruin everything.

At this current moment, Harriet was petting and playing with dogs and rolling in the snow. Dogamy and Dogaressa thought she was a weird puppy and she was having so much fun. She was untangling ribbons from Griftrot and poking weird mushrooms that would squeak and glow. Reading books in the Snowdin librarbry, she thought it was funny and ironic that a library had its sign misspelled, and eating fries drenched in ketchup at Grillby's. Everything was perfect, she finally felt like she belonged like this was home, now all she needed to do was get past Undyne and figure out a way to get Toriel out of the ruins so they could be a family, a proper one. She even had a best friend! His name was MonsterKid but Harriet just called him MK, he didn't have any arms but that was okay. They both had striped sweaters so that automatically made them best friends.

She also found the magic the monsters possessed to be really interesting. When she "fought" Toriel the fire magic was so different from anything else. Froggits had bug magic that manifested as little fluttering flies, Snowdrakes, and most of the people in Snowdin had ice magic and that was really interesting to her. So if she had a chance she'd really like to meet a scientist to talk about it with, when she asked at the Library they mentioned someone called Dr. Alphys so Harriet was looking forward to discussing it. Some magic was blue, some magic was orange. It was all so interesting, and at the same time, it made her jealous that she didn't have magic. Maybe monster magic could be taught? That would be neat. She hoped so, maybe she'd have fire magic like Tor- Mom, like Mom. That was weird to say. Harriet, the little orphan freak, Potter had a Mom.

As fun, as Snowdin was, it was a little cold, and she had to go through Waterfall to get to Hotland where Dr. Alphys was, so she started walking. Papyrus was blocking the way, but this time she wasn't going to fight. No matter what.

Well… She was vastly unprepared. Papyrus' magic made her soul turn blue and it made her feel really heavy. Too heavy, it was hard to dodge his magic attacks. Oh god, she felt like she was gonna throw up. Oh- oh god. No- no she threw up. Oh, it's everywhere. Ugh.

She nearly collapsed when she saw the glittering little star again, and sat on the ground next to it, washing her face in the cold water of Waterfall. The glowing little star, whatever it was, stirred a feeling within her and the cuts and scrapes she had endured while avoiding Papyrus' attacks started to heal as she reached out to touch it. She flexed her fingers and decided that the little star, whatever it was, must be it's very own type of magic. Nothing in Toriel's books had mentioned it, so it must be rare or just something everyone knows about. The Flower seemed to know.

Flowey seemed to take every opportunity to mock her or give a snide comment. It would have bothered her, but she had heard worse. He always seemed to disappear quickly though. She flipped the big brick phone open and dialed Mom's number. The phone rang and rang and rang… but nobody picked up. Maybe she was busy or the dog took her phone again. Heh, that was funny the first time, afterwards not so much.

Well, enough resting around, she was never gonna see Alphys waiting here. Time to move again, with a sigh she picked herself up and began walking. Her new friend MK following along, tripping occasionally, but still chatting her ear off about Undyne… Dread set in a bit as the realisation set in.