Author's Note: Italicized words are either thoughts or emphasized words. I note which character is narrating at the beginning of the passage. Please enjoy!

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Haryana (Fem!Harry Potter)

Twin green eyes narrowed with a mix of disgust and apprehension. She steadied her trembling hands against her thighs, forcing a breath into her lungs to calm herself.

You have to leave, she thought. You're not safe here anymore.

She raised a pale hand to grasp the wand lying on the bed before her.

With one quick motion, she snapped it, the crack echoing in the empty dormitory.

A feeling of bile rose in her throat but she ignored it, tossing the snapped wand into the bottom of the case and locking it with finality. She was through here.

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The train from Hogwarts had always seemed long, but flying on a broom took considerably more time, especially with cargo. And an unknown destination.

She vaguely knew the direction she was going, but without her wand if was difficult to be certain. Paris is about 250 miles from where I am, she thought idly, turning slightly into an updraft. I don't know how long it will take though…

It was deathly cold, but she couldn't apparate or use her wand, lease she be detected by the Ministry.

I am not a sacrifice, she repeated to herself. I get to choose how I live my life. I am not a sacrifice.

She'd never considered running away before Dumbledore told her of the Ministry's plan to sacrifice her to Lord Voldemort.

That…had changed everything.

With a heavy sigh and a sluggish yawn, she steeled herself for the hours of flight before her. If she had any luck, she'd make it to Paris without incident, and perhaps even stay there a while to make more permanent plans for her life in hiding.

This was her best shot at escaping attention. In Paris, there were beings – wizards - that lived out in the open, and were not feared by the Muggles. They were heroes.

Powerful heroes too; the magical presence of these miraculous wielders could muffle and hopefully render her own magical presence nonexistent in the large city.

For a time, that is, she thought dismally. Soon enough, something would happen to throw her out into the open. That had happened at Hogwarts every year for as long as she could remember. Just because she was the girl who had lived.

That they want dead now, she reflected ruefully.

She sighed again, shoulders curling into herself for some semblance of warmth.

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She landed just as the pale rays of the sun touched the tops of the skyscrapers. The entire night had been foggy and cold, freezing her to the broom. She swallowed thickly, throat dry from lack of water. Her legs were completely numb from the cold and strain, knees painfully bashing into the concrete when she landed.

She grimaced, pushing herself onto her feet despite her throbbing limbs. Shaking her head to clear the sleepy fog from her mind, she took a quick look around herself, noting the overflowing garbage bins and stray cats scattered in the alley around her.

Charming, she thought, brushing off her knees. She hiked the broom up over her shoulder and clenched her travel case in the other hand, taking a stoic step towards the street.

Then she paused, staying stock still for a moment.

Where the hell am I going? She thought, lightning paralyzing her for a moment. I can't just walk out of here with a broom! That much she knew about the Muggle world. That was what they called suspicious.

The moment of apprehension continued, her mind racing to find the best option. I could use my invisibility cloak-

A man's whistle interrupted her thought, the aged Asian man strolling by not ten feet from her, swinging a cane over his shoulder and whistling a tune.

She narrowed her eyes at him. Something was…off about him. She wasn't quite sensing the same presence she was used to for a wizard, but it was similar…

Skrew it, she thought, taking another step towards the entrance of the alleyway. That guy's weirder than me. A teenage girl walking around at 4 am with a broom isn't that strange…

A good distance behind, she followed the man, making sure to keep out of sight. He seemed like he knew where he was going, and she was in what looked like some suburb part of town that she'd have a hard time finding her way out of.

A few blocks passed in relative silence, the man's whistling the only sound breaking the calm air of the early morning.

He came to a crosswalk and stopped, turning slightly to look behind him.

Immediately Haryana began to furiously sweep the ground, eyes pointedly not looking at the man.

"Good morning," he called pleasantly, giving her a slight wave.

She looked up incredulously. How had he known she was there?

"Hi," she said, one eyebrow raised.

And then he promptly resumed his walk, whistling as the light turned green-

-without seeing the car's speedy approach.

"Hey wait!" she screamed, sprinting forward despite the gnashing pain in her limbs. "There's a car!"

He'd barely turned around to her call when she slammed into him, carrying them both across the street with the momentum of her approach. The car honked at them, skidding around the corner, drunken laughter echoing from the open windows.

Wide eyed, the old man stared up at her, fear mingled with disbelief in his eyes.

"Thank you," he breathed. "I would have been hit…"

She blinked back at him, steadying her breath. She helped him up to his feet, ignoring the ache of her own muscles.

"It wasn't a problem," she replied, glancing at the fading form of the car. "Those guys need to watch where they're going."

"Indeed," the old man stroked his beard thoughtfully. "I can't thank you enough, miss…" he trailed off. "What is your name, young lady?" he asked.

"Haryana," she said after a moment.

"Well, Haryana," he said, a warm smile wrinkling his cheeks. "I must repay you for your kind deed. I owe you my life."

"Oh, no," she shook a hand at him, backing away slightly. "That's really not necessary, sir."

He continued to smile down at her, waiting expectantly.

"Actually," she paused. "If you could direct me to a hotel or place I could bunk that would be really helpful. Do you know of any place?"

"Of course," he said. "Are you here alone, Haryana?"

She nodded.

"You are very young," his eyebrows knitted in concern. He thoughtfully stroked his beard. "If you don't mind drinking lots of tea and listening to an old man ramble," he looked her in the eye, "then I know of the perfect place you can stay."

"Oh," Haruana skeptically took a step to follow him. "And where would this be?" She asked timidly.

"My home," he replied, a smile etched across his features. "Follow me," he beckoned her with a wrinkled hand, whistling a pleasant tune.

This guy is way weirder than I thought, Haryana noted. But at the moment…he's what I need.

And so she followed him, keeping a wary eye on him despite his pleasant demeanor for the sake of the odd wizardish scent she was picking up off of him.

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Author's Note: Alright! Well this story is an experiment for me! I've never written a crossover and this story is created with the collaboration of Darkamy1 who had the brilliant ideas you will see in the coming chapters. I appreciate feedback so I know how to improve, as well as just general comments as well. I hope you enjoyed! Thank you!