Alright, I wrote this years ago when my writing skills were not so good. I started it back up, but I don't feel like going through and editing all the old chapters, but I feel like I shouldn't take them down either. If you want to, you can still read it, I highly suggest you don't and save yourself the headache, and I will write summaries of each chapter. Alterations may occur in the summaries, don't hold it against me.

Summary: James and Lily were locked out of the house by James's parents, who told them to go out and do something that wasn't worrying and being anxious. The grandparents play with little Harriet, and feed her while spouting the wonderful toddler fashion of food, and then Voldemort comes. Her grandparents are killed, just as Lily and James come home. James and Lily are sent into comas from Harriet trying to unconsciously protect them.

So, there is this absolutely BRILLIANT girl (at least I'm pretty sure she's a girl, but you never know on this site), and she is called tinyroe65! Definitely look her up, because her story, Harriet Potter kind of inspired mine! But she had EVERYTHING happen in the first two years! Goodness, talk about overload! o.O Anyway, I thought I would add my thoughts to the whole, Harry-is-a-girl thing! Also, I still have questions on how I should keep this going so, help me out people!

Why the heck do I have to say that this doesn't belong to me? It's on FANFICTION people! If it was mine, don't you think I would keep this to myself, and OFF the internet? O.o

A black haired baby girl cooed happily, gripping a strand of her mother's hair in her fingers. The mother nuzzled the baby girl with her nose, smiling as she held her infant daughter. The father stood next to his wife, arm around her shoulder, and watched his baby girl giggle as she tugged on the strand of hair she had captured.

"Don't you worry about Harriet, you two! She's in capable hands!" An elderly woman said, plucking the baby out of their arms. "You two need to go relax for an hour at least! Go hang around with Serious, he can make anyone forget their troubles!"

The elderly lady shared many features with the father of Harriet, like the black, untamable hair, the hazel eyes, and glasses. Of course, the boy had black, round frames, and the elderly woman had beige, rectangular frames.

"Are you sure, Mother? We can stay. We don't have to go out tonight." The father said nervously, glancing at his baby girl not in his protective reach.

"James Potter, I am fully capable of taking care of a one year old girl! I took care of you all your life, didn't I?" The elderly mother chastised.

"And look how he turned out." Mumbled the old man next to James's mother, earning him a loud smack on the shoulder. Coughing uncomfortably, the grandfather said, "You aught to head on out. We can handle anything Harriet can dish out."

"But can you handle You-Know-Who?" Lily muttered fearfully, gripping her husbands hand.

"He can't find this place. We'll be fine. Now go before I shove you out the door myself!" James's mother emphasized by pointing a wrinkled old hand at the door.

As they shuffled to the door, Lily looked back. "If you need anything-"

"Lily, go." The grandmother jumped in before she could finish.

The moment the couple stepped out the door, it was shut, and the clicking of the lock was painfully loud in the quiet night. "Good old mum." James forced out, trying to lighten the mood.

Sighing, Lily asked, "She's not going to let us back in, is she?"

"Nope." James answered with a slight pop.

"We're going to have to go somewhere, aren't we?"

"Yep."

"Alright." Lily said, deflating. "Where are we going?"

Shrugging, James replied, "Why not Diagon Ally? I heard a new cafe was having some trouble starting up."

Puffing, Lily watched as her breath dissolved into the cold night air. "I suppose. Though I hate to leave Harriet at home. Without us here."

"Trust me, I know exactly how you feel." James said, pulling his wife in for a hug. "Let's go. The sooner we leave, the sooner mum will open the door for us."

A silhouette stood in the light of the living room window, watching the couple as they walked away. Finally, an approving nod came from the grandmother in the window. "Bye-bye!" Little Harriet chirped as she watched her parent walk away. She even got her chubby hand to curl in and out.

"Okay, Little one!" The grandmother cooed, swinging Harriet around in a circle before placing her on the ground. "Can you waddle yet? Let's strengthen those legs so you can walk for mummy and daddy, and drive them completely insane like daddy did us!"

Boisterous laughter burst from the grandfather. "Yes! I think it was right when he learned to walk that he became a trouble magnet!"

"'Magnet' nothin'! He was trouble! He caused trouble like it was as natural an instinct as flying is to a dragon! Him and those friends of his! Honestly, I'm glad those boys were smart enough to get a voice of reason; without Remus, they would have been expelled in their four year!"

"You're right, dear!" The man said, a twinkle in his eye. "I wonder if Harriet will turn out to be anything like them."

"She aught to! Cause her father some trouble to show him what we went through!"

"Come now, it wasn't always that bad."

"Those boys? Fine, you're right. They weren't 'bad' par say, but they were still trouble, with a capital 'T'!" The grandmother stated.

"That I will agree with wholeheartedly!"

During the adults conversation, Harriet managed to crawl away. Away and to the stairs. She was half way up the stairs when grandfather swooped in and caught her. She gave an angry 'muh!' noise. "Do you want to go up to the nursery? Do you want to go play with your toys?" Grandfather asked, walking up the stairs as he did so. Harriet made happy little noises like, 'yah!'

All the way down the hall, Harriet wiggled and tried her hardest to get out of her grandfathers hold. It wasn't until they got the the end of the hall and entered the last room on the right that she was put down, her grandfather all the while going, "Okay! Okay! Down you go!" Quickly, Harriet scurried -or scooted- away and to the chest of toys on the wall.

The grandfather chuckled as she pulled herself to her feet and pushed the lid up. He laughed as she nearly fell into the chest, and watched with a content smile as she flopped on her bottom with a stuffed Hippogriff in her hands. When his wife joined him in the doorway, they watched as little Harriet happily rolled around on the floor with her stuffed hippogriff.

Sighing, the grandmother walked into the room, doleful that she had to end the little girls giggles. "Come on, dearest," She grunted as she picked up the now unhappy child. "We need to feed you. Aren't you hungry?"

"No! NO!" Harriet screamed, kicking and squirming to get back to the floor.

"You listen here! You're going to eat at least one bit of something, or I will take away your hippogriff!" The grandmother said sternly.

When Harriet calmed, the grandfather smirked at his granddaughter. "I know James wasn't this intelligent when he was her age."

"No. Probably gets it from Lily." The grandmother stated nonchalantly. She led the way down the stairs and in the kitchen, had a major food fight with a very picky Harriet. Huffing in frustration, the grandmother stood up form the chair across from Harriet's highchair, apple sauce the newest addition to the food she was sporting.

"Here, let me try something." The grandfather said, coming into the kitchen. The grandmother huffily handed the apple sauce and baby spoon to her husband, and left to go clean off the mashed baby food in which covered her from head to toe.

Harriet looked at her grandfather, well, more like glared challengingly; practically saying, 'I dare you to try and make me eat that!' with her eyes.

With just a little bit on the spoon, the grandfather looked to his granddaughter, and began speaking in a childish voice, "Look! Look! It's a snitch! It's the golden snitch! Catch it, Harriet! Catch it! He moved it around her head, just out of reach until... He popped it in her open mouth, and said, "Oh no! You swallowed the snitch! We'd better try again!" And repeated the possess. A few times she was actually able to grab the spoon before her grandfather could get it to her mouth, to which he would "congratulate" her.

"Dear! Did Sirius say he was going to be coming over?" The grandmother asked from the other room.

"No. Why?" He answered.

"Does Remus even know we changed the Secret Keeper?"

"No. Why?" He asked, desperation setting in. He wiped Harriet down quickly, and carried her to the living room, and stood next to his wife by the window. "That's not Peter either." He said coldly.

Shoving Harriet into his wife's arms he said, "You and Harriet get upstairs, NOW! Use the fireplace in James and Lily's room and get. Out. Of. Here."

"It's-it's-" The grandmothers hard exterior dropped, leaving only a quivering woman.

"Persephone, RUN! I'll hold him off." Kissing her quickly he added, "I love you." And pushed her towards the stairs.

On the first step, the front door blasted open, and the grandmother gave it no thought, she ran. Her bones ached as she made them work more than she ever had. Fear drove her down the hall. The dying screams of her husband fueled her fear, and she ran right by Lily and James's room. She took shelter in Harriet's Nursery, and held a crying Harriet close to her breast. Shushing the scared little girl, she let her own tears fall.

When she heard the door blast off it's hinges behind her she screamed. This is it. She thought. Last thing I'm ever going to do. Must protect Harriet.

"Give me the girl." Lord Voldemort demanded coldly.

"No." The Grandmother's words quivered slightly, but she held herself proud and defiant.

"Give me the girl, and I'll let you live." He said, pointing his wand at the pair.

"I-I said, no." She restated, turning her body to protect the child.

"Fine. Avada Kedavra!" He hissed. The last thing the grandmother felt was pain. Stinging, burning pain all over her body, before everything went black.

Little Harriet crawled out form under her grandmother's cold body, afraid of why she went so cold so quickly. Harriet crawled over to the crib, and turned around to face the only standing person in the room.

She saw him point something at her, she heard him say something funny, it sounded like he was hissing, like a snake. And that's when she heard it; Mummy and Daddy!

"Harriet!" Called her mother. 'Gah! Ma!' She gurgled as loudly and happily. The man looked towards the doorway as Daddy came into the room. Immediately daddy sent colors flying out of his stick. The man blocked with other colors, and mommy came flying in too. She joined daddy's colors with her own and the man seemed to fall back a bit. But then a light hit mommy and sent her falling to the floor.

'Ma! Ma!' Harriet squealed, crawling over to her mother. Harriet patted her mommy's face; she was still warm, unlike grandmother. Her daddy fell down next to mommy, and Harriet dared look to the man. He said some funny words, the same pattern as he said to Grandmother, and Harriet felt a funny sensation run through her. It was almost like being tickled, except it was more like falling off the couch; and then it stopped. Like it had never happened. The man flew backwards, and out the window, and that was all Harriet cared about. He was gone, who cares how. She crawled over her mother, and patted her daddy, calling out to him, "Dah! Dah!" But he didn't wake up. He was warm, just like mommy, but wouldn't wake up. So Harriet laid down between them like in their big bed.

She laid there for a long time, and cried. She cried and cried until her little body couldn't take it any more, and she fell asleep.