A/N: Hello people! This is a new story! Check the cover pic I made. If you're confused as to why Kristen Stewart is in it, continue reading the Author's Note.

NOTE: Please pay attention to this! I did a lot of comparisons and found many similarities between Kristen Stewart and Daniel Radcliffe in their facial structure. Noses and jaw shape to be exact. Her jaw is a bit more rounded though instead of edgy. So, this is a feminine Harry and I am using Kristen Stewart as the representation of what she looks like. However, she has hip length black hair and emerald eyes, that can catch your attention easily. She also prefers to clip her bangs back and keep them out of her face.

I found out after I wrote this chapter, that there is a song called, 'Her Eyes'. Nothing in that song is connected to this story, just so you know.

I don't own Harry Potter.

I have no beta.

Please enjoy!

Snape had given her the answer. The very thing she had needed, he was the one to provide! How strange that you only learn of someone's true colors when they're on their deathbed. How sad that in the end, Severus Snape was actually a good man who was dealt a horrible hand in Life's' poker game. Not the greasy git everyone thought he was.

It was pretty clear. She had to let Voldemort kill her. She had finally understood what the prophecy meant.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark her as his equal, but she will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies ..."

Dumbledore had told her many years ago that Voldemort had transferred a part of himself into her when he gave her the scar. By doing so, he had made her a horcrux. Unintentionally of course, but she was still one. She had to die by his hand, or else he could come back to terrorize all over again. She could do quite well without another bloody war.

Did she want to die? No. But was it the right thing to do? Yes. Was she terrified? For sure. She was shaking as she sat on the floor of Dumbledore's office. It was like someone had poured cold water down her spine.

The memories of one man. A man she had always thought was evil. Whom had insulted her at every turn and went out of his way to make her feel inferior, had given her the answer. He was always on the good side. Because he cared deeply for her mother. Merlin's beard.

She remembered when she had used Legilimens on him and had seen his worst memories. He was picked on in school, by her father of all people. His friendship with her mother was gone though he had still loved her at the time. She then thought of the memory of his talk with Dumbledore and how the old wizard has revealed that Harry needed to die in order to help defeat Voldemort.

Snape had revealed so much. What he didn't know however, was that he had let another memory slip as well. A small one, but it was still there.

He wasn't in a Hogwarts uniform, nor was he in his teaching robes, but he still looked younger. He was sitting beside the Black Lake. There was a beautiful dark haired, green eyed woman sitting between his spread legs. His chin was resting on her head and his arms were wrapped around her form. She was smiling, her long hair blowing slightly in the wind.

Only a few words were spoken, by her. But Harry had a feeling that this woman was another reason that Snape had taken the good side. Her words just had so much power in them and the look that had come to Snape's face was one of guilt and understanding. He had nodded.

"You need to do the right thing."

And Snape had. He had done as the woman said and helped find a way to end the ultimate evil. Even if it was only for the love of her mother and then the strange woman in his other memory. He had done the right thing and she had a feeling that if the women he had done it for were still around, they'd be proud of him.

Harry sighed as she shakily got to her feet. Her time had come.

Voldemort's body scattered into the breeze like ashes. His what looked to be a piercing scream, cut off in the wake of his destruction. Harry sighed in relief, knowing now that the wizarding world was truly at peace. Now, it was over.

The beastly creature know as Lord Voldemort was no longer a threat. His horcruxes were destroyed and he had no way of ever returning. Thank Merlin.

Something caught her eye and she turned to see the very woman she'd seen in Snape's memory, staring at her! Was she dead? A ghost that was caught in Voldemort's wand?

The woman smiled unexpectedly and Harry could feel the magic surrounding her build. She lifted her wand, pointing it at Harry.

"Expelliarmus," she murmured, causing the Elder wand that was in Harry's right hand to fly to her. She caught it deftly, "You can't take this with you, I'm afraid."

She pointed the Elder Wand at Harry and smiled, "You'll thank me later," she whispered.

Harry moved to raise Draco's wand. The wand she had been using since Malfoy Manor, but was too late.

"Tempore Versura."

A green light erupted from the Elder Wand. The same color as the woman's eyes. The spell sailed through the air and hit Harry squarely in the chest. A pulling sensation surrounded her and she gasped when everything around her seemed to fall away. The scenery was replaced and Harry fell to her knees as the wind rushed by.

What had the woman done? Tempore was Latin for 'time', if she had translated correctly, which she should have. She was good at Latin and Italian, thanks to Hermione's never ending study sessions and demands for her to learn another language. Tempore was similar to tempo, which was Italian for 'time', so she was sure that it meant the same thing. A spell about time though? Why time?

She looked around as everything seemed to settle. It was the courtyard, where she had just been, but it was different. Clean. Not covered in debris and dead bodies. There were two trees, not one, that looked lively and there were birds singing. She looked down at herself, taking in her raggedy, dirtied and bloody appearance with disgust. Her hair was caked in liquids and she was hoping that they were only blood and not something else. There was a crack in her glasses, which she promptly took care of. War did not have a good effect on her.

She picked herself up, trying to gain her balance as fast as possible. She then took of for the main entrance of the school, hoping that she'd be able to find the headmaster. She had a really bad feeling about what had happened and if what she was thinking had occurred, she was going to somehow find that blasted woman and kick her arse!

The large doors weren't difficult to open, though her arms protested the physical strain it put on her injured body. She made her way to the third floor, taking note of how there were no sounds coming from the building. No students mulling about and Merlin forbid, no ghosts!

The stone gargoyle that guarded the entrance to the Headmasters Office stared at her skeptically as she grew nearer.

"Password," it grumbled, voice gravelly as usual.

Harry regarded the statue for a moment. "Is Professor Dumbledore up there right now?"

The beast nodded its great head and she sighed with a mixture of relief and horror. She was correct in her assumption and though it was nice to know that she was about to see Dumbledore, she was sad over the fact that she had been right.

"Bullocks," she mumbled.

She then fixed the gargoyle with a look. "You'll only open if I have the password, right?"

The look she received in return, made her feel stupid for asking.

"Okay then, I'm going to to raffle off things and when I get it right, you'll let me in, right?"

It heaved a sigh.

Harry tapped her chin, thinking of the passwords she had known over her years in Hogwarts.

"Cockroach Clusters."

No.

"Dumbledore."

Not that one either.

"Acid Pops."

Nor that one.

"Felix Felicis."

She groaned and thought even harder. Something that Dumbledore liked. He always made his password something he liked. Some kind of sweet.

"Sherbet Lemon."

The gargoyle's head moved upward and she could swear she heard it mutter a , 'Thank Merlin.'

She stepped forward onto the staircase and waited as it began to twist upward, spinning around to face the double door that led to Dumbledore's office. She knocked twice and opened it when she heard a small, "Enter."

Nothing about the office was different. There were old books on shelves all around the room. Fawkes was sitting on his perch beside the large desk. The paintings were all the same and nothing was different. Nothing except the man sitting behind the desk who looked considerably good for someone who was supposed to be dead. He even looked younger and his beard was a little smaller, she noticed.(A/N: Just so you know, I'm going by the Dumbledore from the first movie. I liked him more, because he fit the character much better.)

"Hello. I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting, Ms?"

"Potter. Harriet Potter," she supplied.

One eyebrow rose slightly and he gestured to the seat in front of his desk.

"Well Miss Potter, what can I do for you? I can tell you've been through much lately, considering the shape you are in. What happened child?"

Harry sat down and placed the wand she had taken from Draco, on the desk, pushing it slightly away from herself in order to prove that she wasn't a threat.

"Well Professor, I've been through a lot lately. I had just defeated a great evil when a woman came out of nowhere, took one of the wands I was holding and then used that very wand on me. The next thing I know, I'm here and everything is different than it had been."

Dumbledore had been around for a while and he knew how to read people. The girl sitting before him, looked like she had just been through a rough battle and judging from the state she was in, she didn't get away uninjured. But she had gotten away and in her words, 'had defeated', her enemy.

"What do you mean, 'different'?"

The girl sighed, "You're alive, for one."

That statement had him realizing exactly what she had meant. She was from a different time. That was why everything was so unlike what she was used to. And if a woman she didn't know had used her wand against her, then she was sent back with a spell.

"Did this woman say anything when she used your wand? The name of the spell child?"

Harry nodded. "Tempore Versusa? I know Tempore was the first word, which means 'time'. I can't remember the last word however."

Albus Dumbledore sat back in his chair. The time travel spell. It were more difficult to accomplish than Dark Magic, because of the power it took to send someone through time. The wand itself had to be powerful enough to complete the spell and the witch who used it must've been very powerful as well.

"What type of wand did she use with this spell? What was the core of your wand made of?"

Harry's brows furrowed and she shrugged. "I had only just come into ownership of the Elder Wand, I don't really know how it was made."

The Elder Wand! That would definitely be strong enough to do the spell. Now, the power of the witch would be determined by how many years the girl had been sent back.

"What time did you come from Harriet?"

Harry made a face, "Please call me Harry Professor, I hate my name. As for time, It was in May of 1998 I believe."

Dumbledore nodded. "This woman must have been powerful to successfully send you back twenty-one years. It is the year 1977, Harry."

Harry slammed her head against the desk. "I should've been on my guard! Even though the big enemy was dead, I should've been aware!" she moaned.

"Tut tut. You could've never guessed that this would've happened. And maybe, it was meant to happen. Perhaps you are supposed to be here. Tell me, what did the woman look like, Harry?"

She blew her bags from her face, knowing she'd have to clip them back, "My height. Hip length black hair and bright green eyes."

Dumbledore stared at her for a moment, taking in her long black hair and emerald eyes. He came to an easy conclusion.

"Harry, I think it was an older version of yourself that sent you here."

The teen stared at him for a while, putting everything together. The woman did look a lot like her, she would admit that. She had also said something about not needing the Elder Wand where she was going. Two Elder Wands in the same time period wouldn't be good new for anyone. If she was deliberately sent back, then she had something to do. But she didn't have anything.

Her eyes widened. Hermione! She had gone off to check something and had come back telling Harry that she would need her bag more than she did. She then shoved it in Harry's front pocket and said, "For later." Harry didn't understand what it meant at the time, but now, it made sense. Everything that they had used in their horcrux hunt was inside that bag. The Invisibility Cloak, several books, the Marauder's Map, money from her vault that Hermione had ordered her to get before returning to the Dursley's at the end of her sixth year, her photo album, a bottle of Phoenix tears, the Time-Turner, someones wand, the magical tent, a broomstick she had taken from somewhere, a remembrall, three pairs of spectrespecs, The Sword of Gryffindor which she had gotten back from Bellatrix and many other things, all inside the little charmed bag of Hermione's.

The bag that was currently in her front pocket.

She gasped and pulled it out. "I think you're right Professor! My friend gave me this a little bit before the final duel and told me it was for, 'later'. The woman who took the Elder Wand, said I couldn't take it where I'm going. This is a special bag a friend of mine charmed and inside it are all of my precious possessions. Things that I can't live without. Also enough money for anything I'd need. It's almost as if it was all planned. But what am I needed for here?"

Dumbledore waved a hand, and a book flew off one of the many shelves in the room. It opened automatically and settled on the desk before him. "The time travel spell is difficult to use. You and your wand must be strong enough to follow through with the spell. This spell isn't like a Time-Turner. You can't go through the period of time and return to where you started without any problems. Time travel isn't supposed to even happen. That's why there is no spell that can return one to the future. There is only one time spell I know of and no one I know, can do it. Tempore Versura, meaning 'time reversal', is the only time spell that exists. There is no way to possibly send you back to the future, which means you are meant to stay here. I'm sorry that I can't help you return home Harry."

She couldn't go home. Meaning she would have to wait twenty-one years to see her friends again. But if she was that woman, then what was her job? What was she required to do?

She then remembered Snape and his memory of the woman. Who was actually her? She was friends with Severus Snape of all people?! Why?

It was the woman, her, and Lily Evans who had changed Severus Snape and made him good. Which meant that Harry Potter was one of the reasons that Severus Snape had been good in the end! Wow! So her job was to help Snape. But if they were friends, why was he such an arse to her when she was in school? Or maybe he had to keep up an appearance for Voldemort. That would make a lot of sense. His blatant favoritism of Slytherin as a way to get on the Dark Lord's good side. She could easily believe that.

Her understanding must have shown on her face because Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and smiled. "I see you know what you are here to do."

She nodded, "Yes, I'm supposed to help a student. I don't know how yet, but I think friendship will be a good start. From what I know of him, he didn't really have friends while in school and his only friend no longer likes him because of something foolish he said at the height of his rage and embarrassment. I saw his memories before he died though and there was one of him and the woman, whom we've determined is me, sitting beside the Black Lake. I now know what has to be done. And if I have to give you hints and pointers along the way, so be it."

Dumbledore clapped his hands together, "Wonderful! Now, what year were you going into before everything became chaos? I'll need to determine where you are put."

"My seventh year. I'll turn eighteen at the end of July."

"You'll most likely have to take the O.W.L. exams just to be sure which N.E.W.T. classes you can participate in. Is that acceptable?"

The girl nodded, not wanting to seem like a bother.

"Delightful, delightful! I just have one question Harry. Who are your parents?"

She smiled, "James Potter and Lily Evans."

The old wizard smiled. "He finally got the girl in the end. Good for him! Now, as for the details of your stay, we'll need to come up with a story later on. I can give you the room that is normally designated for the Head Girl should she ever want to stay there instead of her own house. By the beginning of the term you will already have all you needed to start. As for the sorting, I think we'll wait for the first night to do so, and for your school items, we can take care of that easily."

Harry waved him off. "I have enough money on me. And since prices are a lot lower in this time, I'll get more for less," she explained, jiggling the small bag.

"Very well then."

Dumbledore stood from his chair and Harry grabbed Draco's wand.

"We need to get you a change of clothes Harry. We'll have to see Poppy. Your wounds will need to be healed. As for the vacancy in the castle, it's a Hogsmeade weekend. The Head Girl doesn't use her personal quarters anyway, so she won't mind you staying there once I explain your some of your situation to her. The school year ends in a few weeks, so there would be no point in putting you in at the end of the year. I feel that you should be allowed to roam the Library whenever you want and leave the grounds if you'd like, so long as you return before ten in the evening. I'm not too sure if you should acquaint yourself with the students yet however, maybe that could be held off until you officially enter schooling here. We'll work on getting you healed and then worry about details of school and the future later."

Harry nodded along with him as they walked through the halls of Hogwarts.

The Hospital Wing was on the third floor this time. Dumbledore had once told her that the rooms in Hogwarts changed frequently, like the staircases did. The only rooms that didn't change ever, were the Great Hall, The Headmasters Office, the locations of the four Houses, the Astronomy Tower and the Owlery.

"Dear Merlin!" the not so old woman gasped when Dumbledore led Harry through the door.

Without even asking who she was, Madam Pomfrey whisked Harry away to an empty cot on the other side of the room, giving Dumbledore a look that screamed, 'get lost'. Harry was put through a long medical examination and was grateful when it was all over. She hated being in the hospital, because it always meant that something bad had happened. Though the shower she got to take made it somewhat better. At least she wasn't dirty anymore. And Madam Pomfrey had given her a spare school uniform to wear, even though she insisted that she had clothes of her own.

Madam Pomfrey had said something about her eyes being too pretty to hide and decided to fix her eyesight for her. Though she was grateful, she was still going to go and purchase a pair of frames because she didn't feel normal without her spectacles. Harry Potter wasn't someone who could get away without them. She'd been wearing them her whole life and it felt too odd without the telltale weight on the bridge of her nose.

The time passed as Madam Pomfrey made sure everything was in working order. Harry reminisced about the old days when she would end up in the Hospital Wing after Quidditch or some other reason. Somewhat good times, at least with her friends there for her.

Still, being in the hospital was boring, and now that she was in the past, she had no friends to come and see her. The realization of this had her depressed instantly.

She heard a gasp and a , "Merlin's beard!".

From her position on the cot, she looked off to the side at the medi-witch who was giving her a shocked look. "Are you well, Madam Pomfrey?" she queried.

The woman stepped forward quickly and reached a hand out. She felt the woman grip a lock of hair and lift it between them. Harry's eyes focused on the object in her hand and she became confused.

It was dark purple. She moved slightly and could see more purple.

"Bloody hell," she mumbled, pushing her hair forward to get a better look. It was purple.

Madam Pomfrey waved her wand and a small palm sized mirror appeared in Harry's hand. Her whole head was purple! What the bloody hell just happened?!

Dumbledore returned to the room a moment later and both women looked at him in question, neither knew what was going on. With a fancy flourish of his wand, he gave them both a smile. "Harry, my dear child, you didn't tell me you were a Metamorphmagus!" he said cheerily.

She gaped, "I'm not though."

He waved a finger, "Oh, but you are! How extraordinary! We haven't had a Metamorphmagus in Hogwarts before!"

So obviously Tonks hadn't come to school yet.

"I thought signs were supposed to show weeks after birth. This has never happened before."

Dumbledore took on a thoughtful look and sat on the edge of the cot. "Tell me, have you ever done anything you couldn't explain, but you were good at?"

She shrugged, "I don't really understand sir. I can't change anything about myself. Except my voice. I can impersonate anyone, even the male with the deepest bass tone known to man. Other than that, nothing really special."

"Right there! Most likely you are using your powers to change your voice box to mimic the sounds of the voices you hear. And now that you know, you can study up on it and train the power. This is quite the exciting moment young Harry!"

He seemed a lot more excited than she was about it. All she had ever seen Tonks do was change her hair color. And once she made her nose do something freaky. Maybe if she had a better understanding of what a Metamorphmagus was, she be more excited about it. Or maybe not.

Metamorphmagus, Parselmouth, Healer and many other things. Could she ever just have a normal ability? Like music or art? The past hour had to be the most frustrating of her life! Facing Voldemort wasn't this much of a pain in the arse! It was a simple, trade some snarky words and then fling some nasty spells, nothing this difficult!

Unknown to her, her hair had turned an even darker shade of purple.

"Delightful! Come Harry, I shall show you where you will be staying for the time being. Many thanks to you Poppy!" Dumbledore waved, stalking from the room.

Harry stood and thanked the Matron, before following after her grandfather figure who was humming the Hogwarts school song and occasionally throwing the words out when he felt like it.

The common room was large and Harry particularly liked the bed in the adjoining room. The lavatory was nice as had a very Ravenclaw feel to it, which meant that the Head Girl was a Ravenclaw.

Dumbledore made himself comfortable on one of the chairs in the common room and smiled at her. "We need to come up with a name for you. Potter would be too noticeable I'm afraid. We can't have such obvious hints, can we?" he teased, eyes twinkling behind his half-mooned spectacles.

"I did that when Madam Pomfrey was healing me. I'll keep my first and middle names, though I'm sure that no one will ever find out that my middle name is Jayme. I hate that one too. As for a last name, I was messing around with some nicknames I had been given. Seeker, Chosen One, The Girl Who Lived, Master of Death and some others and translated them into Latin and Italian to see what I could come up with, but nothing really fit," she shrugged with pursed lips.

Dumbledore's wizened eyes grew large. "You mastered the Deathly Hallows?" he asked in wonder, now understanding how she had the Elder Wand.

She gave a brief nod, not bothering to tell him that she had the Invisibility Cloak on her at that moment. It wasn't necessary for him to know yet.

"I then thought of the followers the dark wizard had and I just switched the second word for another and then translated it into Latin. My new name is now Harriet Jayme Morsmangone. Distant relative of Ignotus Peverell, very distant descendant of Salazar Slytherin," she explained.(A/N: For anyone who doesn't know. Salazar was blood related to the Gaunt family. The Peverell's were descendents of the Gaunt's and Harry is a descendent of the Peverell's. I'm using this to make her a descendant of Salazar as well, in order to explain why she'll accidentally speak Parseltongue later. Just FYI.)

The look that came over Dumbledore's face had her launching into an explanation. "I'm a Parselmouth and that story though true, except I left out the my being a Potter part, will explain if I have any slip ups. I tend to and people get a little unnerved when I speak Parseltongue," she told him with an annoyed light in her bright, verdant green eyes.

Dumbledore nodded silently, taking it all in. Normally people wouldn't trust a Parselmouth after what the last one that attended Hogwarts did. He didn't want to think ill of the child, but he needed to prove that she wasn't by any means evil.

"Have you ever used Parseltongue anywhere in Hogwarts, Harry?"

She nodded, "To get into the Chamber of Secrets. I killed the monster, though not without getting really injured first. Fawkes is actually the one who saved me from dying down there. Those tears are really useful. As for getting into the chamber, only a Parselmouth can open the way. The dark wizard I faced, had hid a part of himself in an old diary and it had made its way into my friends hands. She was overtaken by his memory and was forced to do his will, opening the chamber and repeating what happened about thirty years ago. I destroyed the diary, the monster and the memory, saving my friend from his clutches in the process."

Harry knew that Dumbledore would know who she was talking about. She didn't need to give him a name.

She said she had defeated a dark wizard. The same one who sealed some of himself into a diary. He made a horcrux and there was only one person within the last one hundred years who had done such a thing. If he was finally defeated, even if it was over twenty years into the future, then thank Merlin. And the girl, who had stumbled through time, was the one to do it.

He resolved in that moment, to trust her. Others would most definitely be wary and hold her in contempt, but after everything that had just happened to her, she'd need a pillar of strength. Someone that was at least familiar to her. Not even an adult could go through what she had possibly gone through without any sadness or loneliness and she was bound to feel it soon. Her hair was still a dark shade of violet, a sign of frustration and sadness.

"I must say I'm impressed with you Harry. I think I shall take my leave now. You may do anything you wish, so long as you are indoors by ten. Tomorrow, we will discuss your story and when to take your O.W.L. exams. If you get hungry I'm sure you know where the kitchen is," he said, smiling cheerily as he took his leave.

Harry looked around the room and sighed. She had free reign to do whatever she wanted while at Hogwarts. At least until she became a student that is.

She could go for a nice fly around the grounds. Yeah, something to lift her spirits, now that the excitement of her predicament was passing and the true sadness would settle in. Flying made her feel free and she could use some freedom at the moment.

Reaching into the charmed bag, she pulled out the broom she had taken some time along the way and left the quarters, making sure to remember the password.

Life in the seventies, happy happy, joy joy.

A/N: So this is the first chapter. Stuff happens!

Harry's full name in this story is, Harriet Jayme Morsmangone. Mors- death, Mangone- dealer. Both are Latin that I have put together to make a name. Mors-is pronounced like 'horse', with an 'm'. Mangone- Man('a' is pronounced as the 'a' in the word 'father'.) go(as in the word 'go') ne(as in, the sound horses make. Neigh.) Harry's story for the students will come up soon. She'll learn how to be a Metamorphamagus during the Summer.

Could you let me know what you thought of the chapter and if you think it's worth continuing? It would be most appreciated! :D

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