Well hello to you all!

I have been on an amazing journey with my life since posting this fic, which sadly meant that I lost any motivation for it. There were times when I wanted to delete it, but I have so many ideas on sequel events. One of which being "A decade later", that I have already posted. I have finally reached a point where I have free time again. So here I am, sipping on mint tea and editing the original chapters. I have removed all the chapters for a quick rewrite. I will post them over the next few days, hopefully ill manage a few a day, then a new chapter will be up. Thank you for all your reviews and support.

Lastly, this is a work of fan fiction using characters from the HP series, owned by J.K Rowling. I am not profiting from this in any work, it is simply a story created from my own imagination.

Enjoy.

Chapter 1 -Friday Evening

Grimmauld Place

Harri was pacing through the upper floor of Grimmauld Place in a reflective mood. The past year had not been easy on her.

The war was brewing heavier as each day passed, but no one seemed to do anything about it. Whilst everyone else lazed around and looked to her as their saviour, she was training to save herself. Screw the masses. If someone her age could see what was happening in the bigger picture, yet fully trained wizards who had lived through the previous wars could not, there was not much hope for the wizarding world. Then to make matters worse, she lost her only parental figure. Loosing Sirius had almost broke her, so she pushed harder than ever. No more playing around, it was time for a few home truths to come out. She brushed the mark which adorned the side of her wrist with a fond smile, a simple parsel-spell covering it. She pushed her melancholy thoughts aside, she knew what would help in this situation; alcohol. Guessing from the quietness that was coming from downstairs, she knew Hermione, Ginny and Ron would could also benefit from losing themselves to the delirious state of being drunk.

With a new skip in her step she journeyed down to the cellar knowing they had a mix of wizard and muggle alcohol inside, "Hey guys… I've got drink!"

Malfoy Manor

Lord Voldemort strolled along the dais, seeming to be deep in thought. His wand was in hand and his index finger was stroking along the fine wood. The war was on his mind. If he was anyone plebeian, he would acknowledge that he was feeling excited. His nerve endings were on fire, his magic was dancing under his skin, there was an itch embedded deep within him. Change was coming, and he could hear magic singing sweet songs to him. It would be ferocious. He briefly wondered if Potter could feel the anticipation. He wondered if she spent her nights desperately searching for ways to overcome his brilliance. He reluctantly admired the girl. But that was not enough to stop him from destroying her.

His followers sat around the table before him, those brave enough looking at him like they would a God. They knew he was anything but distracted. His reflexes were as sharp and precise as the reptile of which he looked like. Voldemort came to a stop at the head of the table.

"I have come across some most troublesome news" he whispered, "It has been brought to my attention that someone we thought was faithful, was in fact a traitor".

The heavy atmosphere in the room thickened. His followers squirmed looking at each other in accusation. 'Such distrust' he thought snidely. Bellatrix's gaze shot to Severus Snape's, yet she received nothing but a blank expression in return.

"It seems that the late Regulus Black was not as faithful to our cause as he portrayed" Voldemort continued.

Bellatrix's vengeful expression dropped from her face, the twitching of her eye the only display of the rage she was suppressing.

"Dear Regulus has stolen a trinket from me, something which is quite precious. Thanks to the death of his blood traitor brother, we are now able to gain entrance into the Black ancestral home. Lucius, Severus, Bellatrix and young Draco come, you will be escorting me".

Inside Grimmauld Place

Harri bounded into the room, her actions resembling the animal her dear Sirius could turn into. The excitement seemed to be pouring off her. She needed to act recklessly for once. Never in her life, could she act without consequences, so she was going to make the most of it. She chuckled to herself as Ron and Ginny argued over their struggle to set up a muggle music system in a warded area of the room. She had assumed with their father's obsessions they would know how to set up a simple item.

"I'm not too sure about this Harri, we should be alert at all times" Hermione spoke as she wrung her hands together. Her concerns went ignored though as Ron noticed the muggle Vodka, boasting of how his brothers had said it was a lot stronger than wizarding brands.

"Lighten up 'Mione, I think a boost in moral is needed, and this will give us that! Cheers" Harri cheered as she took a few gulps from the bottle.

Outside Grimmauld Place

"My Lord it seems the house is not empty" Lucius bravely commented, immediately bowing his head in submission.

"Indeed " replied Voldemort's hissy drawl. "We shall proceed anyway; hopefully it is an order member we can execute".

One thought kept running through Snape's mind, 'I hope those dunderhead Gryffindors aren't inside'.

Inside Grimmauld place

"Filthy trespassers in this noble house!" was being screeched from the hallway. Unluckily due to the muggle music playing, the group of teens did not hear the warning until the door came crashing in and there stood the Dark Lord. Looking as imposing as ever, magic seemed to pour of him in waves. His domineering presence making you acknowledge him whether you wanted to or not.

Voldemort took in the room with an air of boredom, as his death eaters moved with stealth to each cover one of the light side's members.

"Well well well" taunted Voldemort, "It seems we have a pack of lost lion cubs".

A hopeless snigger could be heard from behind the dark lord which thanks to Harri's rigorous training, she was able to keep a fond smile off her face.

"Malfoy" Ron spat, acknowledging his nemesis as he entered the room. Harri kept her eyes locked onto Voldemort as Hermione and Ginny were cornered by Lucius and Bellatrix, each escape route was running through her head, she may act like a thick-headed Gryffindor, but you don't manage to stay alive for as long as she has with only bravery and brashness.

"Don't worry mudblood and little red blood traitor we won't hurt you too much" cackled Bellatrix as she trailed her wand down Hermione's throat.

"Quiet Bellatrix" Voldemort hissed not losing eye contact with Harri, whom much to his amusement did not have even a sliver of fear in her eyes. Her warrior spirit humoured him, she threw his name about like it was nothing when grown wizards trembled at the first syllable. She questioned his sanity and fought back like he was a school yard rival, foolish maybe be he begrudgingly acknowledged her fearlessness.

"Harriett Potter, how wonderful to see you again" said Voldemort, trying to taunt her.

"Likewise, Lord Voldemort, would you like a drink? A good host always offers refreshments". Harriet replied, with a polite smile on her face, keeping him stalling was giving her more time to plan a way out of this mess.

Looking around she noticed all her wandless friends had a death eater with a wand covering them, this was going to take something big. Voldemort knew what she was attempting to do but he was intrigued to see what stunt she pulled this time so allowed her to continue. Lulling her into a false sense of security, but she was about to show her real self. Playing 'Harriett Potter' would not help her anymore. In the background she could hear Draco and Hermione arguing, when she heard the first syllable of the cruciatus spoken she knew she needed to act fast. She hoped that everything she had gone through the past few years was ready to pay off.

Suddenly the room went silent, the temperature dropped, the lights dimmed, and everyone stared at Harri in shock. Her hair was beginning to dance around her body with the sheer power she was displaying. No one could break eye contact with what was happening. The atmosphere was beginning to feel thick and suppressed. Voldemort was in a daze, oh how delicious and erotic her dark power felt. Wait.. Dark power?! That seemed to snap him out of it.

"I Lady Peverell-Black, Heiress Potter-Gryffindor call upon the blood magic of the Noble house of Black to lock down this current Black property; I call upon you to protect your Lady" Spoke the strong voice of Harriett as she stood with her eyes closed and her arms out with her hands facing downwards.

The atmosphere shifted and suddenly felt bereft without the presence of magic.

"Nooooo!" screeched Bellatrix. "How have you, you filthy half-blood got the title of Lady Black?" she demanded. Harri simply raised an eyebrow in response and turned back to the dark lord dismissing the death eater as unimportant. Bellatrix was seething! 'How dare she!?' "Crucio!" she snarled, aiming the spell as Harri's back, yet nothing happened.

"How ironic.. The banshee had the gall to question me over being Lady Black, when the stupid bitch does not even seem to know how the Black family blood magics work" Harri snidely said. There was a blatant change in her demeanour; all pretence of being a teenager with only a few years of magical knowledge had left. Before them stood a proud and pure raised Lady.

Ron started laughing whilst Bellatrix looked more livid than ever.

"Careful honey, that insanity is showing." Harri loathed that mental bitch more than anything. "The manor is in lock-down for at least 36 hours, more if the family magic feels threatened. No magic can be cast, no ill intent can be made without due course in which the family magic decides, no way in, no way out. The only thing that can use magic is the house elves", Harri informed the speechless group whilst going back to her seat and taking a large shot of Vodka.

Lord Voldemort, to crudely put it, was confused. Where had the weak, foolish, ridiculously light Gryffindor girl whom seemed to radiate goodness gone?! Before him was a stunning young lady with the most tantalising power he had the pleasure of feeling… well compared to his own obviously.

"Please take a seat Lord Voldemort, we're stuck here, so you may as well make yourself comfortable" Her melodic voice drifted over to him.

Riddles were his guilty pleasure, it brought him great satisfaction when he figured things out. Murderous he may be, but his thirst for knowledge to fill his scholar heart was strong. He needed answers. The Dark Lord sat down unconcerned with the rest of the room whom were all gaping at the pair. He accepted the drink she poured but watched like a hawk to ensure no tampering happened.

"Since we're stuck I propose a temporary treaty whilst the house is in lock-down, then when the time is up we continue like it never happened… who knows we may learn something vital about the other side, deal?" Harri proposed looking graceful even though she was sipping straight whiskey.

Now Voldemort started at her… has this girl completely lost her mind?! Bargaining with him? The greatest Dark Lord since Salazar himself. One look at her beautiful face he could see the sincerity in her eyes, he had nothing to lose anyway. He knew all about family magics, messy thing to deal with… "Accepted".

Harri beamed at him, why did she seem excited to spend time in his presence? He had been brought to needing alcohol by a Gryffindor, for shame, he now had a slight bit of sympathy for his potions master.