Title: HP – No Title 071 – 016 3/?
Pairing: Harry(Holly)/Severus, Harry/Hermione. No Slash. Mentions of Harry/Ginny and Hermione/Ron
Warnings: Time Travel, Dimension Travel, violence, child abuse, sexual themes, manipulative but not evil Dumbledore, character death. Girl Harry, De-aged Tom, No Epilogue, No last Chapter, Pregnancy, Ginny uses Love Philtre.
Disclaimer: Nope, doesn’t belong to me. I only play with them a bit.
Summary: Harry makes a different choice at King’s Cross. He decides to move on, as well as help Tom’s poor tortured soul. When the time comes to pick a train for his journey he chooses the wrong one… or is it the right one?
Author’s Note: It takes most of TDH and the previous books, with only minor changes. For this to work I’m assuming that Hermione and probably Ron know of the fact that with Harry dead Voldemort is mortal so long as someone kills Nagini.
With things decided Paul left to set course to his destination, and prepare Harry’s insertion into that Reality. Before leaving he told the young wizard he could Conjure anything he thought he would need in his new Reality. He could also request knowledge, some skills, and abilities, within reason of course. He could recall the remaining Hollows as well. They were his after all, and would remain so until his death; even the Elder Wand. Being the Master of all three Hollows changed things quite a bit. The Hollows in his new Dimension would obey him, and could merge into one if that was what he wanted. The Elder Wand would remain his even if he was defeated. This pleased Harry as there was no chance of Voldemort ever using it, and diminished Dumbledore’s power a bit.
Paul told Harry he had five hours until they reached their destination, and they would be arriving at King’s Cross on January 9th. He would give him identification documents plus any relevant information about his new identity, and that included memories. From the moment he set foot out of the Spacial Express he would no longer be Harry James Potter. He should use his time wisely. Anything Conjured in the Spacial Express he could take with him into his new Reality. He should not forget that he could ask for knowledge and/or skills he reminded the youth. Paul recommended asking basic information about his new world, and for items that would back up his new identity, like photos. He would be an American from Texas, Dallas to be exact, and his new world was ten years ahead of his previous one. That Harry was born in 1990, not 1980, like he had.
Harry spent the first thirty minutes after Paul left making a list of what he believed he needed, and would need in the future. The first was of course the gender-change, followed by Occlumency and Legilimency. He needed to be good enough to be shielded at all times, and be able to keep Snape, Dumbledore, and Voldemort from discovering he was a Dimensional Traveller. He also wanted to be an animagus, have his eyes fixed, be smarter, and with better memory. He wanted to be able to do wandless magic, and cast spells silently. Then he moved to the material things. Harry called the rest of the Hollows, and had the Elder Wand modified a bit so Dumbledore would not recognize it. He, of course, asked for a lot of money, as he was sure he would need it. He wanted a trunk full of any books that would help him in his quest and new life, a pensieve, some clothes, plus another trunk to store new things. He added knowledge of his new world as Paul suggested.
With his list on hand, Harry began working. He was 6”1′ and decided that was a good height to keep. He would be a bit tall for a girl, but Snape was about 6”5′ so it would be a good match. The gender-change took place and Harry observed her new body critically in a mirror. She narrowed her waist, and widened her hips a bit, removed unwanted body hair permanently, toned and shaped her legs. If she was to wear skirts she was NOT going to display the skinny and knobby things that she possessed at the moment. She did have a bit of vanity. A firm round butt followed, as did firm, pert and proportioned breasts -not too big, but neither too small. She hoped Snape was not a breast man or she’d be in trouble. She wanted graceful arms, and hands as well.
Pleased with her body, Harry paid attention to her face. She left her emerald green eyes. Snape liked them, and she did too. It was the only thing she had of her mother, at least the only thing that stood out. He had her ears, lips, and smile, but few had seen beyond the looks that marked him as a Potter. Her chosen hair colour was auburn, about two inches below her shoulders in length, and with loose curls. She blended her features until she was a perfect mix of Evans and Potter. She changed her eyes’ shape to almond and made them larger, with long curly eyelashes. She also changed the shape of her eyebrows to arched and thinner.
The end result was rather stunning. She liked it quite a bit, and had the feeling that Snape was going to like it as well, which was what she wanted. She was neither James nor Lily, but her own person. She was a bit -well rather a lot- under weight, but after the year she lived through, it was to be expected. Harry decided to leave things like that. It would add to her story. She could gain the weight she needed later, as a boy he liked slender girls, but not skinny. She Conjured a robe and put it on. Then she began requesting the skills and knowledge. Her animagus form was a storm phoenix. An animal that was magical and could control the weather. It was a shock, but as Harry requested the knowledge she discovered she had always been very powerful magically, as well as very intelligent, with an excellent memory. Those talents she blocked because of the Dursleys. They stunted her growth in all aspects, not just physically. Knowing that angered her, but she decided not to dwell on it.
The knowledge about her world, especially that of American Magical and Non-Magical society (they called the non-magical people nomies for short instead of muggles) convinced Harry to ask for more knowledge. Paul would provide her with the proper documents. She became a Master Warder/Curse Breaker. In America -and the rest of the world- it was one career as they were intertwined fields of magic, while in Great Britain they were two. She also became a Master in the Combat Arts, which included the Dark Arts, its Defence, muggle Martial Arts, weapons, and warfare tactics. She, of course, asked for the skills to back what she selected. She added Journey-woman status in both Healing and Potions. Harry could have been quite good at the later had Snape not singled her out.
Harry also got knowledge from the muggle world. She had a Bachelor’s Degree on Criminology with a minor on Finances as well as Computer Science and Electronics. American wizarding society -as did most of the world- was up par with the muggles and they created a brand of study named Techomancy which worked on using and adapting muggle technology to work with magic. There were magical computers, and the Wizardnet. The floo was obsolete for communication, and holo-cells (magical holographic cell phones) were the rage, as were magical PDAs. Harry learned to use all those things that an American magical and non-magical teenager usually owned. She even got herself several things that she thought would be useful, and fun, to have.
Harry believed she was quite prepared for her new world, she even had options for a career should she need to work. Although with the amount of money she Conjured she doubted it would be a necessity. If she worked, it would be because she wanted to. Harry had Conjured quite a lot of… stuff, including a wand -the Elder Wand would be her spare- a staff, several weapons, a veritable library -that included several re-known magical and non-magical publications- enough money to last ten shopaholics several life times, clothes, plus other useful things. Unfortunately she could not get a trunk where all of that fit. Since she had time, the now young witch requested a book where she could find the solution to her problem.
A rather thin book came to her hands from her pile of books. The title was Magical Personal Space. The spell created a Dimensional Pocket of unlimited space tied to a person. It was completely undetectable, and only the caster could access it -unless permission was granted to someone else. There were some additional spells to store, organize, retrieve, and inventory the MPS. It was what Harry needed. As she read, and with the new knowledge she had, the witch realized the booklet was the information needed to patent the spell.
To become a Master Warder/Curse Breaker Harry had learned Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Charms, and Magical Theory quite well. She actually had talent for all four, and it would have been better if she had not taken Divination and Care of Magical Creatures. With the knowledge she gained she was able to follow all the equations the creator of the spell used. It was… mind boggling, but also amazing. Her shock was to discover that Harry James Potter had created it. Her counter part from another Dimension. She found many such booklets on potions and spells, all created by counter parts. All she could use in her new world, and patent herself should they be needed. Paul arrived as Harry finished packing all her things into the MPS. She only left a small back pack to serve as a purse. It was spelled against theft and for extra space.
“All set Holly?” Paul asked. He was quite pleased with her choices. He had been informed of each selection as she made them so he could create her background.
“Holly?” Harry asked puzzled.
“Yes. That will be your name. Holly Elian Foster. Holly is not too different from Harry, and the Foster is closer to Potter but not enough to make anyone suspicious. Elian was just a whim, so we can change it,” He explained.
“I like it,” and she did.
“I’m going to give you a quick summary of who you will be from the moment you step out of the Spacial Express, but don’t worry if you do not remember it all. I’m going to transfer the life memories of Holly Elian Foster before you leave. It will be her whole life, so you will have two sets of memories,” Paul explained.
“Won’t I get confused about that? I have one set and that’s almost too much,” Holly told him.
“No, you won’t. Part of what we do is make sure you can handle both sets of memories, and that the set for your new life takes precedence over your previous life. You will be Holly Elian Foster even under Veritaserum or for any Legilimens that happens to break through your shields. You will have her feelings and emotional traumas as well, which are very much like your own, since Holly Elian Foster is actually a female version of you with minor changes to fit in. This is also a security measure. No one must know about us or Dimensional Travelling unless they are Dimensional Travellers themselves. You can write about it, as long as people believe it fictional.”
“I guess I can understand that; and I can certainly use the help in keeping the secret when I’m going to be close to Severus Snape. He IS very good with Legilimency and Occlumency.” The shields she had added would be extra precautions then.
“Severus Snape IS the best Occlumens in the world, and a more powerful Legilimens than Voldemort ever was. As Dumbledore told you that wizard had so much potential, but he made one mistake that led to bigger ones and lost the opportunity to reach his full potential. While you have your own priorities, perhaps he can be part of your secondary set. You wanted a Dimension where he could be saved, and he can in this one. You can save him Holly if you really want to,” he told her seriously.
“I will try. He is not an easy man to get to know.” She believed that might be even a harder task than destroying Voldemort and his Horcruxes.
“That is true,” he agreed. Then he went on. “You are muggle born and American, the only daughter of Jeremy Foster and Nathalie Conrad-Foster. You are 18 years old born on October 31st.”
“Why that date?” she was intrigued. It was a date that had many connotations for her, and for the British Wizarding world.
“It fits you, but in a way you were re-born on that date. I decided it was symbolic. You can change it of course if you have another date in mind.”
“No, that’s all right, Halloween is not a bad date, and since the Potters are not dead in this Reality it’s not a sad date, unlike in my Dimension,” she told him after thinking it over for a moment.
“Your mother died in a car crash when you were three years old. You were with her and Apparated to your father’s office in fright. That called the American Magical Bureau’s attention. Apparition as an Accidental Magical event is extremely rare Holly. That time you ended on the school roof was not your first time Apparating. You did it often when when you were very young. Your relatives were not pleased you escaped pen, cradle, and cupboard. Those people did not realize they were the cause of your Accidental Magic. They punished you until you stopped doing it.”
“Stupid Dursley,” She growled. Holly thought she had forgiven them, but after learning more of what they had ‘robbed’ her of, she was not so sure she could ever forgive those people.
“In Great Britain,” Paul went on, “nothing is done unless muggles witness the event. In which case they limit themselves to Obliviating the muggles and wait until the child is old enough to go to Hogwarts. You know now that is not the best way to handle the issue. The British Magical Community is wasting too much time when their children would benefit from an earlier magical education.”
“There are even spells to detect magic since birth!” That was something she learned from the knowledge she asked of her new Dimension.
“Yes there are, and they have been in place since the 1960s in most countries. The British are too isolated, and Dumbledore has not helped at all… He is not a bad man, but he is old and set in his ways. Perhaps you should request some information about how the International Confederation of Wizards operate.” He suggested, after a bit of thinking she did. “In almost all the rest of the world the child gets early training. That amount of power ALWAYS comes with an above average intelligence,” he paused, then went on. “Going back to the story, your father was told about magic, and he agreed for you to be tutored. Jeremy Foster is a very successful business man, he adored your mother and was not that fond of children to begin with. So her death did not make things easy for you. He blamed you for not saving her, never mind that you were three years old and did not know you could have gotten her out of the car. Your relationship was very strained. He became abusive and distant.”
“Why must Holly be abused and have such a hard life?” She was frowning. To be truthful she did not like that. She had enough of it at the Dursleys.
“Because that is part of who you are. Harry Potter was abused, and had a very hard and lonely early childhood. That is part of what makes you the person you are now. You have those traumas to your psyche, and though you have forgiven those people, those traumas have not been cured, or overcome. I could make you a wonderful childhood, with loving parents and siblings, but you do not know what that is Holly. Your behaviour would not fit with the story, and this is not something we can provide knowledge about, not the first time on board; and while I will be transferring emotions and feelings, I am using only what you have experienced in your short life. I am sorry if this is not what you expected,” he explained with an apologetic tone of voice.
“Why can you provide knowledge the next times, but not this one?” she was disappointed.
“Because there is a large possibility that you would have experienced or been part of it on this life.”
She sighed sadly, she would have liked to know what a life with loving parents was. “I guess I have to live with that for the moment and hope for a good future in this life.”
“You’ll probably have it Holly.” He gave her an encouraging smile. He believed she would have a chance at a happy life, and Severus Snape was a good choice of partner for her. Things would not be easy all the time, life was not like that, but if they both worked at it then everything would end right for them. “You have the chance to work at it. Let’s get back to your life story then. Jeremy Foster had not dated any one since his first wife died, but that changed two and a half years ago. He met and began dating a rather well connected squib, Frances Barnes. Her connections are to people of dubious reputations, and she is very ambitious and wants what she believes to be ALL your father’s money. Unfortunately for her, your mother owned half of everything and she came from a very wealthy old money family, so not all of that belongs to Jeremy. Nathalie Conrad was wealthier than he ever was.”
“So I inherited all of her money,” Harry surmised. “That explains the money I have,” she muttered.
“That is correct. Barnes wasn’t happy to learn that. She tried to kill you several times hoping that your father would inherit your part of the money. You tried to tell him about her, but he doesn’t believe you and does not really care what happens to you.”
“That bastard sounds very much like Vernon Dursley,” she growled at how callous that man seemed to be.
“Precisely. That’s the model I used for Jeremy Foster. You know Dursley, so you can easily speak about the man when you need to, and there are emotions tied to him as well, so you need not act. Only instead of being the fat ugly muggle husband of your awful aunt. He is a rather good looking man, the epitome of the successful entrepreneur who is every bit like Dursley was.”
“Nasty guy then, and an hypocrite as well,” Holly commented. But she had to admit that as a business man Vernon was rather good and successful. Not that she would ever say it aloud.
“Yes,” Paul agreed. “After the second attempt on your life when you were almost 16, you decided to get emancipated, sell your part of the company, sell all properties, and move all your investments to Gringotts where neither your father nor that woman could get your money even if they did kill you. You left the country as soon as you were emancipated and have been working as a Security Consultant all over the world. Your reputation is quite good, you have worked in several important digs and projects.” He saw she was about to protest, so he added. “Don’t worry about the experience, you’ll get that with the memory transfer.”
“OK,” she nodded thoughtfully.
“You selected England at random when you saw Barnes’ thugs at Paris airport. You had just arrived from Argentina. They did not see you, but you were afraid that they were getting too close. You arrived three months ago. Your muggle funds were running out before you reached Paris, and you were hoping to exchange some galleons for Euro there, but you had no time. You took the first plane out of Paris. It just happened to be headed for London. In England you’ve been unable to locate the British Ministry or magical London, which is really Diagon Alley. You’ve tried to find a job, but you have no work papers, and no one believes that an eighteen year old has a degree on anything. You don’t go to the muggle embassy for fear that Barnes might locate you. You’ve run out of money, managed to pawn some of your gadgets, and even tried with galleons but they are spelled not to be pawned. Magical Great Britain has anti-apparition and anti-Portkey wards so you could not leave that way. You have been living on the streets, are cold, and have not eaten for a few days. You are desperate, and see no other choice left but to sell your body, as you’ve even tried to steal, but have not been very successful at it.”
“I’m not proud of it, but I’m not a bad thief,” she protested as she had to resort to that on occasion to get food or stuff for school since the Dursley refused to provide anything.
“I am aware of that, but this way we have an excuse for your being at that corner for Snape.”
She sighed. “I guess you’re right. Should I request French?”
“Yes, plus Spanish, Latin, Italian, Egyptian, and Norse. Perhaps some German as well… and add piano, guitar violin, saxophone and dancing. Both the normal kind plus ballroom dancing, and maybe jazz. Umm… add horse riding as well.” The last he added as an after thought.
“Music? Why would I need all that? I have two left feet anyway, can’t dance to save my life.”
“You need a well rounded education.” He responded and saw her request the knowledge a bit grudgingly. Then he went on. “Severus Snape always visits the same area for muggle prostitutes on his birthday. He knows several of the women. He has visited prostitutes since he turned 17, and was introduced to them by a fellow Slytherin. He has never had a romantic relationship because of his feelings for Lily Evans, but lately his feelings for her have changed. She is, after all, alive and well, and still married to James Potter.”
“I’ll get to meet them?” Holly asked exited at the prospect of seeing her parents alive and well.
“You might meet them, as well as others. Just remember that their lives have not been like those of the people you knew in your reality. The Potters lived for example, and Sirius Black never went to Azkaban. They might not be what you remember or expect them to be,” he warned her, but suspected she might still be heartbroken because of some of them. She nodded. “Snape will be in muggle London tonight. You need to catch his eye and have him choose you. Ideally Tom would be conceived tonight, but if not you’ll have 6 months.”
“And if I don’t get Snape?” She asked.
“Then anyone should do Holly, but you must be pregnant within six months or you’ll loose Tom in limbo.”
Harry grimaced, “so no pressure.” She couldn’t hold the sarcasm.
“It can’t be helped I’m afraid. Here are your documents, plus photos and everything else you’ll require to prove you exist in that world.” He gave her a folder with all her identity documents, a wallet, and a small beautifully carved wooden chest. Then handed her a very large vial of a golden and rather familiar potion. “Felix Felicis. You are going to need it tonight,” he told her. ”It’s highly concentrated, a sip will give you 12 hours of pure luck.”
“Merlin, there are so many doses here!” She exclaimed awe struck. It was not an easy potion to make, it was also restricted and very expensive.
“Yes. Still, use it wisely. I’m going to pass you some extra information and memories, so close your eyes.”
He placed his fingers on her temples, and memories of what was Holly Elian Foster’s life went into her mind. Eighteen years of memories. It was as if she had indeed lived that life, and Harry clearly could identify with Holly. To make things easier for her Paul made her a tomboy, as she had not had real female influence on her life. She raised herself in a similar way of what she did while growing up with the Dursleys. She had tutors, but she had not been allowed to get close to them lest they discovered what her life really was with Jeremy Foster as her father.
Holly gained her two magical Master titles –Master Warder/Curse Breaker and Combat Arts- at thirteen, and she began working as a Security Consultant. For a year she was under Master Giovanni Di Certi’s tutelage, then when he deemed her ready, she went on her own and built a reputation as one of the best of the world despite her youth. At sixteen she gained her muggle bachelor degree. Practically the next day she was out of the country with the pretext of a job offer, even though it was because of Barnes. The last attempt on her life had been eight months ago, she had worked for the Spanish magical and non-magical governments. Barnes people caught up with her when she had just finished with the job, so she had been free to flee, which she did.
The young witch had been backpacking all over the world trying to loose Barnes henchmen, and she thought she had succeeded until she arrived to France where she recognized two of her pursuers. In a panic she had taken the first plane out of Paris. It went to London’s Heathrow Airport. The British magical community was pretty isolated, and Holly did not know anything about it, even when as Harry she did know a bit, only that they were members of the ICW, but did not follow their standards like most member countries of that international organization. Her first days in England were a blur as she moved all over the country then backtracked several times hoping to create a confusing trail in case she was followed. She was not.
Low on money she had tried to locate magical London with no luck. The Leaky Cauldron was in a sort of Fidelius Charm. You could only find it if you were told were it was AND shown it by someone who had been there before. The Ministry of Magic was under a similar spell, as were Hogwarts and Hogsmeade. She tried to make her money last as long as possible, and tried to get a job, any job would do since her degree was not validated and she could not go to the American Embassy, or the adequate British Ministry office to get things done legally. Besides, no one believed her she had already finished University at eighteen, when most students were starting it, and she was a foreigner with no papers. By that day she was desperate.
She had tried to pawn or sell some galleons, but they were spelled so muggles would not see them. She sold what little jewellery she owned, and pawned her magical laptop and Ipod, but the amount was a pittance. She tried to steal a few times, but almost got caught, and with so many security cameras in muggle London she did not dare shoplifting.
Holly Foster was weak from hunger, very cold –Warming Charms only worked as long as she had been eating regularly. She was desperate. Despite being a virgin, she saw no other option but to sell her body. She could at least use her Legilimency skills to find someone who would not hurt her, and be decent to her. Perhaps she would be able to get a warm meal, and enough money to buy a ticket out of England to France. There she would be able to exchange her galleons for Euro.
Harry’s mind reeled with the memories Paul transplanted. She also felt like an odd veil was created in her mind behind which was all her life as Harry James Potter and her memories of dying and the Spacial Express. That life was like a vague dream that only got sharper if she concentrated on it. They had just arrived to the station by the time Paul finished the transfer. To finish he did something to Tom. The baby became some sort of white mist that went into her body. He explained that she would be carrying him in that form until he was finally conceived.
“Before you go Holly. Please do not forget that people in this Reality are not the same persons they were in your Dimension, not even Snape is. But there is one thing that has not changed about the man. He is every bit as brave and you can trust him.” He reminded her, although he was sure she might listen to her heart in regards to those she had loved. “I gave you the coordinates for the Apparition to his corner, be safe Holly, and have a happy life.”
“I’ll remember. Good bye, and thank you for everything Paul.”
“No thanks are necessary, just do your best to be happy.”