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"English"

"Bulgarian"

"German"

$Parseltongue$

'Thinking'

A new life

Harriet liked her new world. Lord Death and Lady Magic had choose this world for her. They assured her that this world will not end like hers did. She can live her life the way she wants and she loved it. She loved her new family. Her parents were nice and loving; doting and caring grandparents and her brother was always with her. Every time he was more than two meters from her he started to cry, then he was very clingy. She had godfather, Padfoot, and uncle, Moony.

Being a baby, again, wasn't half bad. Her body influence her mind a lot, so it was quite easy to decide.

The life was good and happy, that's what she thought.

However, no matter what she did or how happy she was, there was always sense of wrongness. This Lily and James weren't her parents, her parents have already moved to their next lives because she begged them to. Charles isn't her brother, she never had one. Even if they are twins and he's dependent on her, they do not have the twin bond. Sirius and Remus aren't her Sirius and Remus. She felt like she didn't belong, that there is a place for her somewhere else.

There are small and big differences between this world and her old one. Like the Peverells. The male line has continued but in hiding. They revealed themselves when Grindelwald was terrorising the Europe. The last male Peverell, Lord Edward John Peverell, was cursed infertile in the war when he was a young lad. He and his wife, Lady Annette Maria Peverell nee Simon, a descendant of a squib from Gaunt family, are looking for a child to adopt.

Dumbledore is still the manipulative old man she knew and he seems to have unhealthy interest in her brother and her. He probably can feel the magic around her, however, he can't tell which twin has the power.

There is still a war going on, the one against Voldemort. There is still the blasted prophecy.

As her first birthday passed by she got restless and worried. She has a bad feeling. When the Samhain came her guts were screaming danger every second of the day.

Her grandparents sent their parents away to enjoy party the Order of the Phoenix held.

"But what about Harri and Charlie?" asked Lily.

"We will babysit them, it's just one night," said Euphemia.

"But-"

"Darling, I know how you feel, but you need to relax. You and James have been so stressed for last few months. Too much stress is not healthy, and Harri can feel it. Poor little thing is restless lately and Charlie is picking up on her mood too."

Lily was silent, thinking.

"Mom is right, Lily-flower," said James he was as tired as she was.

"I'm always right," she sniffed, making the couple smile. "Go to the party, enjoy yourselves, relax. I don't want to see you until midnight."

Lily and James agreed and left at six pm. Fleamont and Euphemia were enjoying their time with the twins, even if Harri was grumpy. Then they felt it.

Someone broke the wards. The Fidelius Charm failed or there is traitor.

Euphemia grabbed the kids and ran upstairs. Fleamont guarded the stairs. The door open revealing the Dark Lord and a duel begun.

Upstairs in nursery Euphemia placed the kids into one crib. She knew what she has to do to protect her grandchildren.

She heard the duel downstairs has come to the end. She closed her eyes in pain. Her darling husband is dead.

There were footsteps walking up the stairs. Euphemia stood before the crib. The door open and Dark Lord stood there.

He asked her to step aside three times but she refused begging him to take her instead. When his patients ran out he killed her. Without his knowledge a magical oath was made. A life for a life.

Voldemort crossed the body and looked inside the crib. Two pairs of eyes met his one hazel, like James's, and the other. He gasped. The killing curse green.

The redheaded child bursed into tears and clung to his raven haired sister.

The green eyes stared into red ones, power and intelligence was hid behind the mesmerizing colour.

"Pity," Voldemort said. "Such potential wasted on you."

The eyes harden into emeralds.

He pointed his wand at the children and said those dreadful words. A shimmering shield was formed before them and the Killing curse rebounded hitting Voldemort in his chest and turning him into nothing more then pile of dust. The force of the blast shook the house.

Harriet watched the dust. There were two smoky silhouettes coming out. One turned into a wraith and flew away, while the other creeped to them. Harriet grabbed the first thing in the reach and threw it at the dark smoke. The object was her favourite plushie, a thestral, a gift from Lady Magic and Lord Death. Harriet knew it has special power and she was proven right when the smoke, piece of Voldemort's soul, was sucked into the plushie.

Before Harriet could do anything else a rubble fell from the ceiling and hit her brother. It made a cut that suspiciously looked like her old scar. Then another piece of rubble hit her in the back of her head successfully knocking her out.

When she woke up Dumbledore and her parents were there. Dumbledore was holding Charles proclaiming him the Boy-Who-Lived. Harriet could only scoff. Her head was throbbing but her thestral plushie was laying next to her. She smiled and hugged it before falling asleep again.

Years has passed. Dumbledore turned out to be meddling old coot, no surprise there really. He manipulated the Potters, Sirius and Remus. He made them neglect Harriet and spoil Charles rotten.

James and Sirius weren't that hard to convince, but Harriet thought better of Lily and Remus. Charles stopped being dependent on her after many compulsion charms from the goat. The compulsions made Charles ignore her presence while others spoiled him. Soon he didn't need the charms to refuse to acknowledge her presence. Well, she learned to ignore Potters and their friends too.

Thankfully house elves took care of her until she was capable of doing so herself. It was much better than the Dursleys in her first life.

Most of her time she spent in the library of Potter manor, were they lived, or she practiced her magic in her room. She has never shown any magic infront of the Potters nor she talked to them. She has learned to suppress her power around them. She was sure they believed her to be stupid and a squib.

Of course there were some good times too thanks to Peverells. They were approached by Lord Death, who told them of an heir he himself has picked and approved of and who lives with Potters. So when they were asked to visit Potters they went and weren't let down. They found a three year old child hissing at a snake in the garden. The couple instantly fell in love with her and wanted to adopt her even after they learn she has memories of her past life. However, Lily didn't want to give her up. Still they kept in contact and visited the child often.

One day, a week before her fifth birthday, Harriet heard James and Lily arguing about her. James wanted to get rid of her, while Lily didn't want to abandon her. Harriet snorted, she abandoned her already, she just didn't kicked her out yet. She clutched her thestral plushie to her chest.

She heard James yelling that she is an evil dark witch because she has Parseltongue. Lily was arguing that she is still their daughter and they should keep her. James brushed it off and said that neither of them took care of her, talked to her or anything since Charles became the Boy-Who-Lived. They often didn't see her for day, weeks or months at times. Lily finally gave in. They decided to give her to Peverells after Charles's birthday party. They'll make public announcement that Harriet Jade Potter had died in late September after she got dragon pox, while Peverells will welcome their new daughter in mid August.

'They are giving me up. Why does it hurt? They aren't my real parents. They don't care about me. So why? Why does it have to hurt so bad?' Harriet's heart broke, because deep down she still loved them.

When Charles and her's fifth birthday she met Viktor Krum for the first time. It was the best birthday she had in this life.

The birthday party for the Boy-Who-Lived is just a cover up for getting favors and making alliances in social and political circles. This year British Minister of Magic has use it to make alliance with Bulgarian Minister of Magic. Minister Dimitar Krum's second son is only four years older than the Boy-Who-Lived, if these two boys strike a friendship it may better the alliance between the two nations.

At that time nine year old Viktor didn't want to go to the birthday party but he gritted his teeth and decided to play nice for his father. Despite the fact he was from a pure-blood family he wasn't a spoiled brat, most of the pure-blood children from the continent weren't, because blood didn't matter as much as it used to, however Britain was another story all together. He met only a handful of British pure-blood children but he didn't like any of them because they were so spoiled. He has a feeling Charles Potter is the same.

The party wasn't so bad, there were lots of children to play with and have different games for their amusement. After Viktor gave his gift to the Potter heir he was free to do what he wanted.

He knew a little English so he didn't found a playmate yet. He walked around a ballroom where the party was held trying to find a familiar face. Then a calling of Lady Potter caught his attention.

"Harriet! Where are you? Harriet!"

A small girl, the same age as Charles Potter, ran past him toward the woman. The girl had raven-black hair that fell into her face and mostly covered her eyes. Viktor could only say they were green, probably the same shade as Lady Potter's.

Viktor knew that Harriet was a name of Charles's twin, although he never saw her, no one has actually. Even now no one seemed to notice the girl or Lady Potter's calling for her. According to Potters she was a shy child that doesn't like to socialise or be in spotlight and get sick easily.

"Yes, mother?" Harriet asked as she stopped at the Lady's feet.

"Here, this is your gift. Happy birthday," Lady Potter said curtly but with no love towards the girl.

"Thank you." Harriet took the gift and disappeared in the crowd again.

Viktor followed her, because it was the gift he had given to Charles. She led him toward a dark corner, one that everyone seemed to ignore. There, on the floor, was a pillow with a strange book and a plushie.

Harriet took off her shoes before sitting on the too big pillow. She fixed her bark blue dress and looked up.

"Are you going to continue to stare at me or will you come and introduce yourself?" she asked him in Bulgarian.

Viktor was shocked, this girl knew his language. Wordlessly he come closer.

"I'm Viktor, Viktor Krum," he introduced himself.

"Harriet Potter."

She indicated at a free space on the pillow.

"Wanna sit?"

Viktor shrugged and went to sit.

"Shoes off. I don't want dirt on my pillow." Harriet said to him.

He did as he was told before sitting down. He watch her as she opened the gift. He wanted to ask her why did she received a gift ment for her brother. Why is she hiding in a corner alone when there are many kids her age.

"This is your gift for my brother." She spoke, it wasn't a question, it was a statement. She was looking at the gift, a building kit for kids. "My parents usually check all the gifts and give me what my brother doesn't want, like books and puzzles. Charles hates anything that is for 'nerds' and 'bookworms'."

Viktor stared at her, not knowing what to say. She looked sad and hurt when she told him this. He hugged her. She stiffened but hugged back before letting go. Viktor let go as well.

He changed the topic by asking, "What were you reading?"

"Book on Parseltongue." She showed him a book full of squiggly lines.

Viktor had never heard Parseltongue before and was intrigued.

"You can speak it? Can you say something in Parseltongue?" he asked excitedly.

Harriet looked around as if looking for listeners. When satisfied with her inspection she turned to him and started to hiss at him in low voice.

Viktor was mesmerized; he couldn't understand what she was saying, but he found it beautiful and strangely soothing. When she finished, he asked her.

"What did you say?" He tilted his.

"I just described the life of a flobberworm, the most boring creature in the world." She made a face.

Victor burst out laughing. Harriet grinned at him.

"Wanna try out the building kit?" she asked.

He grinned at her. They built a small castle and talked about everything and nothing. When the cake was cut, neither wanted to get up, so Harriet sent a house elf to bring them two pieces and some juice. While they were waiting Viktor brushed aside Harriet's bangs so he could see her eyes properly. Confused emerald eyes were looking back at him. Viktor had never seen such colour on human before. He couldn't believe he mistaken these emeralds with Lady Potter's brownish green eyes.

"Beautiful," he breath.

Harriet turned away. "They are exactly the same shade as the Killing curse. I don't want people to see them."

"I think you should let them be seen. They look like jewels."

Harriet smiled. "Maybe once I'm not an unwanted child."

Viktor scoffed. "They are just stupid. I know at least dozen of families that would give anything to have you as a part of their family."

Harriet looked at him and smiled, her smile rivalling the brightness of the sun.

"Thank you, but you don't have to worry. I won't be an unwanted child for much longer" she said.

Viktor frowned in confusion but Harriet distracted him with cake. Some time later Viktor was curiously looking around. No one has looked at them even when they were laughing out loud. Every time someone looked at their direction their eyes glazed and slipped past them.

"How come they don't see us?" he asked.

Harriet smirked and lifted a corner of the pillow to show him the other side. There were stitched runs.

"Wards, I sewed them myself. Similar to anti-muggle ones but works like Notice-me-not charm. If people didn't see me activating them they won't see me. However, it doesn't work much against masters in Occlumency, they can easily see past the wards."

"That's amazing. I have never heard of such wards," Viktor's eyes were wide.

Harriet snickered. "Actually you probably have. They are simple privacy and silencing wards."

Viktor's mouth made an 'o' shape, he had heard of them. They spent more time playing and talking. They even had a tickle fight; Harriet lost. She read a passage from her book out loud for Viktor, because he said he liked the sound of Parseltongue.

When the party was coming to close Harriet fiddled with the wards, so Viktor's parents could see them. They came soon with another couple in toe.

"Viktor, there you are! We couldn't find you for the longest time." Viktor's mother, Iris, exclaimed. She was a tall witch with blue eyes and blond hair, she may not be the most beautiful woman in the room but there was something about her that demanded attention from others.

"I was here the whole time, mom." Viktor stood up and went to his parents.

His mother hugged him before curiously looking at the little girl on the pillow.

"How weird, I could've swear there was nothing here, just a dark corner," Dimitar muttered confused. He was also tall like his wife, but he had dark eyes and hair. He had a rugged face and robust body. It was apparent that Viktor will be a carbon copy of him in few years.

Someone laughed behind them. The Krum family jumped at the sound. The Krum patriarch spinned around to look at the elderly couple behind him.

The man was of average height, had greying black hair and beard and dark eyes. He had a burn scar on his right cheek and held an air of a fighter, a survivor. The woman was also average in height and by the looks of it she had Asian ancestry but had bright green eyes. They both wore dark blue robes with silver lining and crest of Peverell family, a thestral with spread wings and a symbol of Deadly Hallows in center, right where a wing was attached to the thestral and there was a motto written under the creature, Ne Trompe Jamais La Mort, Never Cheat Death (at least according to Google).

"I'm not surprised. This little rascal has great understanding of magic despite her young age," the man said with German accent and looked at the girl smiling.

The girl smiled back, jumped to her feet and ran over to the couple. The woman picked her up and hugged her. The man patted her hair.

"Lord and Lady Peverell, I assume," said Dimitar.

"Yes. If I'm not mistaken then you are Minister Krum from Bulgaria," answered Edward and shook the Bulgarian's hand.

Their attention had then shifted towards Annette and Harriet, who were softly hissing at each other. The Krum mother-son duo was looking at them fascinated. Dimitar only raised an eyebrow.

"We haven't announced it publicly yet, but this is our daughter Harley Lilith Peverell. We plan to make it public knowledge in mid-August."

"I see."

Viktor's eyes widen in realization although didn't comment. He liked Harley better than Harriet anyway.

He heard a gasp from his mother. Viktor looked up only to see the Killing curse green eyes staring back at him full on display.

"Green like the curse," his mother said.

Annette smiled as she continued to fix her daughter's hair. "Yes, so beautiful, yet, so dangerous, just like her." She said with faint French accent.

Harley just smiled.

"If you'll excuse us?" asked Edward.

"Yes. It was nice meeting you," answered Dimitar.

"Likewise."

$Mom, can you put me down? I want to say goodbye to my new friend.$ Hissed Harley.

$Of course,$ Annette hissed back and put her down.

Harley run over to Viktor and hugged him, he hugged her back.

"Bye, Viktor. I hope to see you soon," she said letting go of him.

"Bye Harley, it was nice meeting you," he replied.

"Can I write to you?" she asked nervously.

"I would like that," he grinned.

Harley beamed. Viktor pated her head. Iris and Annette exchange knowing looks, while Dimitar shook his head and Edward packed Harley's things into a bottomless pouch with a flick of his wand. After Viktor and Harley gave their last goodbye both families were on their separate ways.

The same day Peverells went to Gringotts to finish the paperwork and have the ritual done. They didn't trust the Ministry and Gringotts were discreet and reliable for the right price. Besides they were open 24/7.

Inside Edward approached the nearest teller.

"May your enemies die by your blade, master Goblin," Edward greeted.

"May your vaults never empty, wizard. What can I do for you?" the teller replied.

"We have an appointment with Sharptooth."

"Name?"

"Lord Edward Peverell," he showed the goblin his lordship ring.

He nodded. "Everything is in order. Please follow me."

The teller led them deep into the bank where offices were located. Harley couldn't help but look around in awe. Annette had to direct her all the way. The teller showed them to the Sharptooth's office.

"May your enemies bleed on the battlefield, master Sharptooth," Edward greeted the goblin.

"May your enemies suffer and gold ever flow, Lord Peverell," Sharptooth greeted back. "How may I help you?"

"We are here for the adoption."

"Yes, we have prepared everything. First we'll deal with the paperwork," Sharptooth pushed a stash of papers towards Edward after the family sat down.

Edward read through everything and signed were needed then he pushed the papers towards his wife. Annette did same as her husband and give the papers back to the goblin. Taking the papers he put a potion on the desk.

"So you have the complete blood adoption? Thirteen drops each, then the girl must drink it. You have to hold her through out the process. It will be painful," Sharptooth said, then he gathered the papers and left the room.

Edward and Annette prepared the potion and Harley drunk it. The Peverells hugged Harley tightly while she gone through the adoption.

Her hair was now straightened, no longer the mess it had been before. She had lost her square jaw and it became a V-shaped one. Her cheekbones were more prominent, and her nose seemed smaller. She didn't grow taller or shorter, but her body no longer seemed so petite. It was apparent that she took mostly after her new mother, but the shape of her eyes was her father's, while the body structure was a mix of both parents.

The change took only ten minutes but it felt like ages. It hurts like Crucio. Harley didn't screamed but it wouldn't take much more to do so. She clung to her parents with all her might. Edward was rubbing her back and Annette was hissing soothing words. When it stopped Harley fell unconscious.

Just then Sharptooth returned with goblin healer in toe. The healer checked on Harley and ensure the Peverells that she's alright and everything went smoothly.

When the healer left the Peverells discussed some final things with Sharptooth like new birthday (which will be on August 15th and she will be a year older than Charles), trust fund and possible emancipation.

After everything was done, Edward took his daughter in his arms, arranging her so that she was leaning against his chest with one hand supporting her, while the other was free. He offered his wife an elbow, and she immediately took it leaning against him. They left the bank content and happy.

They made their way to the small hotel in Horizont Alley where they were staying. Tomorrow they will buy some essentials for Harley as she didn't have much and will took her home to their house in Germany.