Chapter One: The Prisoner of Azkaban, Part One

Elliot

"What… What is that…?" Elliot asked hesitantly.

Elliot decided Ophelia Rose Potter was a strange girl. Of course, he realized she had been a strange girl since he woke up in an obvious alternate universe of Harry Potter and met her at the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley, but now he was even more certain she was a strange girl. Because at night during a thunderstorm, in their compartment aboard the Hogwarts Express, the very same strange girl sat across from him with a book… Which appeared to be made of sewed human skin…

"A book." Ophelia answered dryly.

The twelve-year-old witch had pale white skin, raven black hair in two long pigtails, dark brown eyes, and painted black nails and she wore the Hogwarts uniform with the colors and the symbol of Slytherin House. A long black hooded robe with the Slytherin coat of arms, white long sleeve blouse, green and silver tie, black long skirt, black long socks, and black shoes. He wore a similar outfit but with a white long sleeve button shirt and black pants and he hadn't been sorted into a house yet so his colors were plain black and gray with the Hogwarts coat of arms.

"Obviously." Elliot huffed.

"Don't worry. This book is mostly… harmless." Ophelia said plainly.

"Right…" Elliot deadpanned.

"Now hush and enjoy the view outside. After all, it's a dreadful night…" Ophelia said with a ghost of a smile.

"Yeah…" Elliot said, confused. But he gave up and went back to his thoughts as he looked outside the window at the passing dark countryside. It had been some time since he last read the books and watched the films and he couldn't help but feel like he was missing something important right about now…

Outside, the thunderstorm only worsened…

Ophelia

Ophelia Rose Potter decided Elliot was an average boy. But compared to the other students she attended Hogwarts with, he was only slightly more interesting than the rest. His sudden appearance and his American accent made the fact he was a transfer student obvious. But strangely, he seemed to both recognize her and not. She thought it might have been because of her title.

The Girl-Who-Died.

But she still wasn't certain. Regardless, she would wait to discover the truth. She didn't need any more complications in her life. Any more complications had no place in her life. Despite her life being filled only with complications. She already had enough to deal with.

The orphanage she returned to every summer, the annoying headmistress there, the annoying children there, her school years at Hogwarts, the annoying headmaster at Hogwarts, the annoying potions professor at Hogwarts, and the annoying students of Hogwarts.

Oh, and the ghost of the dark lord too, she guessed.

Her dark eyes looked up at the boy who looked out the window at the dark countryside. The thirteen-year-old wizard had brown skin, black hair, and dark brown eyes. He was average. He was unremarkable in every way. He would likely be average in his studies too. He wouldn't challenge her in any way.

He would make a perfect suitor.

At least, compared to the other boys in her year. But she knew she had to continue and rebuild the Potter family as she was the last surviving member. She didn't care for the idea of love or sex but even she knew the latter was necessary… She could do worse though.

Like Ronald Weasley.

She shuddered and her dark eyes returned to the Book of the Dead in her cold pale hands but her dark obsessive thoughts went back to her first two years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Their first year Defence Against the Dark Arts or DADA professor, Quirinus Quirrell, was discovered by her, of course, to be in league with the not-so-dearly-thought-to-be-departed dark lord, Voldemort, a terrible on the nose name, mind her, to retrieve the Philosopher's Stone to revive the latter completely as his body had been destroyed and he now remained a ghost. But, of course again, she killed Quirrell and defeated ghost-Voldemort with her second favorite spell, the Severing Charm, as she hadn't learned her first favorite spell yet, the Fiendfyre Curse, which could only be described as living hellfire… She stopped herself from shuddering in visible excitement in case Elliot was still pretending not to glance back at her. She didn't want to scare him. At least, not yet. But one day, she would learn that curse…

And then there was her second year.

Little first year Ginny Weasley, another fresh ginger for the grinder, was possessed by a… piece of Voldemort in an attempt to awaken the "Great Slytherin Beast", a basilisk, hidden away in the Chamber of Secrets beneath Hogwarts. So, of course again, she destroyed the book that caused her second year headache, defeated young ghost-Voldemort, rescued the ginger, and tamed the basilisk. What else was she supposed to do with the great beast of her house? The Serpent of Slytherin? Kill her? She almost wanted to smile at the thought. The great beast was now under her command both after recognizing her parseltongue ability and general superiority, and as a reward for such recognition, she saw fit to name the great serpent Poppy… After her favorite flower… Oh, and Poppy might have killed their second year DADA professor and celebrity fraud, Gilderoy Lockhart, when he attempted to erase her memory and escape the Chamber of Secrets. But he won't be missed.

The real tragedy was Ginny Weasley wouldn't leave her alone now…

She left her thoughts when the train came to a sudden stop. She hadn't moved an inch but Elliot fell out of his seat. Average, indeed. Before she could chide him, the lights went out throughout the train and she began to feel an almost delightful chill… Dementors, she realized. She didn't voice the answer to their situation as she felt he knew considering the boy's expression changed from confusion to realization rather quickly.

More interesting, indeed.

But then the compartment door slowly opened and a dementor appeared from the darkness… She couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed. She imagined a more dramatic entrance. She would have to exaggerate its entrance in her manuscript. But it seemed to work on her companion as his expression turned to that of horror… She hoped when she shared her manuscript with him, it would invoke the same expression and feeling…

She then felt tired…

She knew what would happen next… Despite her daydreaming about being in Azkaban for burning down her orphanage with the headmistress and children trapped inside, she couldn't fight the unfamiliar feeling building inside of her… Sadness…? No, it couldn't be… But she saw them… Her parents… Her father… Her mother… She didn't blame herself though… She blamed Bellatrix Lestrange and their resemblance… It must have been their hair color that confused the dementor… She would suffer for causing her this feeling… Wait…

What was he doing…?

The boy got between her and the dementor… His arms wrapped around her… He was protecting her… Only her parents had ever truly protected her… To most… She was just a freak… But maybe he thought differently… She felt another unfamiliar feeling…

It felt good…

And as they both began to fall into the embrace of darkness… Their arms wrapped around each other… Together as one… Ophelia Rose Potter made a deadly declaration… If they both survived… He would be more than a suitor… If they both survived… She would have his heart… If they both survived… He would never escape her… And as the darkness finally took hold of them both…

("La La Lana" American Horror Story: Coven Melody Begins)

The ghost of a smile appeared…

A black and white view of a human skin sewed book in the center of a pentagram made of candles and blood on a wooden floor being gently opened by a pale white hand with painted black nails… Elliot Peverell A black and white view of a page with a strange symbol of a triangle, circle, and line painted with dried blood… Ophelia Rose Potter A black and white view of a page with the word "RESURRECTION" written with dried blood… Elliot2288 Presents A black and white view of a page with a raven and a heart, both painted with dried blood… The Prisoner of Azkaban A black and white view of the human skin sewed book in the center of the pentagram made of candles and blood on the wooden floor being gently closed by the pale white hand with painted black nails…

("La La Lana" American Horror Story: Coven Melody Ends)

So a short explanation about this story. I drafted this first chapter a year ago and just completely forgot about it. Originally, it was supposed to be a crossover between Wednesday and Harry Potter but then I thought up Ophelia Rose Potter and thought it would make for a funny fic if I added a self-insert stuck with the Wednesday inspired character against his will. Also, the story was only supposed to focus on their third year but I'll continue to their seventh year if people enjoy reading the third year story. Obviously, this will be an AU but will mostly follow canon. And I might add other characters povs but don't worry, Elliot and Ophelia will always have povs every chapter as they're really fun to write.

Especially, Ophelia.

Oh, and I decided to add the openings from when I did the Walking Dead story. I don't know. I enjoyed adding them. Sets the mood and tone of the story and I want this story to be more dark and gothic than the canon story of Harry Potter. But don't worry, they will only be at the end of the chapters that start a new year at Hogwarts if I continue.

Anyway, the next chapter - Elliot and Ophelia attend classes...