It has been years since You-Know-Who died and the war ended. Many of his followers were thrown into Azkaban, and some were kissed by Dementors. Everything became peaceful.
However, two children were orphaned on that Halloween night.
Sirius Black betrayed the Potters; he was the Secret Keeper, as the public heard from the Ministry and the Daily Prophet. He was sentenced to Azkaban without a trial.
Remus believed the lies and cursed Sirius for the betrayal. How could he do this?! They were family!
It was even worse knowing Remus could not take the children with him because of his werewolf condition, and he wasn't allowed to visit them. All he knew was that Albus Dumbledore had placed the children in a safe location.
No matter how much Remus begged, Dumbledore refused.
In despair and depression, Remus went into hiding, cutting himself off from others. He missed his cubs. He always thought about them. He even sent gifts and wondered if they remembered him.
The whole magical community celebrated in happiness as the Dark Lord was gone, while others grieved, mourned, and sobbed at the graves of their loved ones.
Finally, the time had come. The day arrived—the day when the Potter twins, who defeated You-Know-Who, would come to Hogwarts. Everyone was excited to see the heroes who saved them from the evil Dark Lord.
Pure-blood families groomed their children to befriend the Potter twins with charm and elegance. They would not fail.
Only one tiny problem: they were all going to die if any of them angered the pink-haired girl. She wasn't messing around. Oh no—she meant business. The British magical world was about to be awakened by the storm known as Harriet Potter and her twin brother, Harry James Potter.
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"Harry! Did you return the book to the library?"
"Not yet, Harriet. I'm still reading it."
"You'd better return that book before its due date, Harry. Oh, and I've made lunch. Come and eat."
"Sure, sis." Harry closed the book, placed it on his bed, and got up. "What's for lunch?"
"Ham sandwiches. Our lovely uncle, aunt, and cousin just left the house to celebrate our cousin's birthday," Harriet snorted. "Good riddance."
After the death of their parents, the twins were dropped off at the Dursleys' house with a letter and a blanket over them in a big basket. To this day, Harriet was pissed off. It was the middle of the night, in winter, and they were dropped off like milk bottles!
Unlike Harry, who had no memories of their parents' deaths or who left them with their relatives, Harriet remembered everything. Oh Kami, she was going to murder Sirius herself when she got her hands on him. The mutt left them with some giant stranger and ran after that murdering rat, Peter.
Harriet cried that night—hurt, enraged, mourning—and all her emotions poured out. Lily and James, her parents—no, their parents—were killed by that noseless bastard called Voldemort.
Sirius never returned. He never did. Harriet waited, calling for him and Moony. No one came. Her last memory of that night was an old man with a long beard waving his wand over them, and then Harriet found herself surrounded by darkness.
By the time she woke up, she found herself snuggled against Harry and the same old man putting them down, saying, "Good luck, Harry and Harriet Potter..." The fuck? Who are you?! Where are you going? Where are they?!
Harriet didn't know why she felt so tired or why her eyes wouldn't open. What did that old man do to her?
The next time she woke, it was to a scream. Her eyes opened to find a woman whose face resembled a horse staring at them in shock. This woman was their mother's sister, Petunia, and she absolutely hated them. So did her husband, Vernon.
And then there was the spoiled brat, Dudley.
Harriet and Harry were treated like trash. No kind words were given to them. They were treated like freaks—and called freaks. Harriet comforted her baby brother, who just wanted Mama, Dada, Padfoot, and Moony. Just like she did.
Where were they? Where were Sirius and Remus?
By the time Harriet turned five years old and began training, trying to unlock her chakra, it happened. On the day Harry was slapped and thrown into the cupboard under the stairs, Harriet felt rage—and the next thing shocked everyone. The windows shattered, Vernon flew backwards as if punched and hit the wall.
The kitchen looked like a bomb had gone off—plates, glasses, and everything else exploded from Harriet's rage. Accidental magic.
That's when Harriet realized this magic wasn't so different from chakra, and her magic became a weapon against these pigs. Their nightmare began.
She demanded to be moved into the second bedroom, demanded respect, meals, money, clothes, and that Harry was never harmed again. If they ever did, Harriet would burn them to crisps.
Life changed. Harriet and Harry were left alone. They still weren't treated kindly, but they were ignored, which was fine. They were no longer forced to be slaves or servants.
Harriet bought clothes using the money Petunia gave them—no more hand-me-downs. Harriet had pink hair in a ponytail, boyish clothes, and shoes. Harry had messy short hair, hoodies, pants, and sneakers.
"Hey, Harriet, when will we get the letter?" Harry asked, taking a seat at the dining table. "You said we get a school letter."
"Yes, I did," Harriet put the plates on the table. "It's on our birthday. Be patient, geez..."
Harry smiled sheepishly. "I'm just excited..."
"Do your eyes hurt?"
"No, you healed them to the point I have no problems with my sight."
"That's good. You better finish eating your carrots. Good, healthy food can help your vision..."
"Yes, ma'am."
Harry often told her how he was having difficulty seeing; his vision was blurry. Harriet wasn't surprised—after all, for five years these bastards didn't feed them properly or take them to healthcare. If Harriet wasn't a medic, they would have been a lost cause.
Nonetheless, she fixed his eyesight easily using her healing ninjutsu. It was like muscle memory—she just knew what to do—and Harry's eyesight was restored.
There was that scar on his forehead. Harriet tried to heal it, but it didn't heal at all. If anything, Harry felt pain whenever she tried. So, for now, she left it.
As the twins sat and ate their lunch, Harry suddenly remembered something and asked, "Harriet... you said owls are used to send letters to people, right?"
Harriet swallowed. "Yeah?"
"Then why don't we find an owl and send a letter to Mooney and Padfoot?"
"...."
For the first time, Harriet found herself speechless and looking stupid. The fork dropped onto the plate with a loud clang, and she closed her eyes. All this time—why the fuck didn't she just send a letter?!?
"Sis? You okay?" Harry frowned. "Did I say something wrong?"
She opened her eyes. "No, I just feel stupid." She pushed her chair back and stood. "Eat your sandwich. I'll find paper and a pen."
"Oh, okay." Harry watched his sister walk quickly out of the kitchen. He took a bite of his sandwich and giggled. His sister looked so embarrassed.