His Form of Art

Harry Potter © J.K. Rowling

Chapter o1

Summary: Lillian Potter had the most normal life as she could; a loving family, heir to the most well-known pureblood family, and two amazing best friends, but she felt she was missing one thing. Sent back in time, she meets a merry happy blond in Germany. Fem!Harry.

Rate: T

May contain: Cursing (All I can think about right now.)

Author's Note: Inspired by a song…yeah…please read, enjoy and review.

She knew it was wrong.

That it was against her morals, her rules, and her own self.

Yet, she couldn't stop.

She couldn't help herself.

The feeling of love, the feeling of warmth. The soft touches, the teasing smiles, and the soft brushes of his lips against her skin.

The deep burning desire grew in the pit of her stomach.

Lillian could no longer hold back. Grabbing a hand full of blond locks, she brought her lips against his. His smile widens at the rough and desperate kiss.

Lillian couldn't help but allow a small giggle leave her lips before it was full blown laughter, as she held herself close to his body.

He eagerly held her tightly, claiming his lips once more into hers, kissing her roughly and yet so soft. Lillian couldn't stop kissing him back.

Inhaling his scent, holding his locks tightly in her small hands.

She was in love, in love with a monster, but she couldn't help herself.

She was addicted to him.

Lillian Elisa Potter threw her hands upwards in frustration.

Not only was she lost, she didn't understand the language and from the way people were dressed, she knew that Hollow's Eve had brought her bad luck once more.

Cursing herself once more, she had bought herself a female's robe and a winter coat from a small location that was able to understand her but sadly, they couldn't speak proper English.

Feeling tired, frustrated and missing her family and friends, Lilian muffled her cries and threw a rock at the tree only to miss and hit a person.

"OUCH!"

The black haired teen jumped and rushed to the sound.

In her seventeen years of life, throwing a rock and hitting a very good looking blonde, she cursed her bad luck.

"I'm so sorry, oh, I don't think you would understand me," Lilian said, trying to help the blond up. The male stared at her in confusion.

"Oh please, are you okay? You are not bleeding are you? Bloody hell, can you understand me?" In a frantic ramble, Lillian tried checking his head only to receive laughter.

"Wha-?" Confused and shocked, Lillian stared at the blond teen.

"I'm sorry but your panicking is cute." The blond said his English was heavily coated with a German accent. Lillian stared at him for a minute before blushing bright red after realizing what he had said.

"Don't worry, I'm alright." The boy continued, smiling a big grin, waving his hand without a care.

"Oh…that's good…?" Lillian mumble underneath her bread, still bright red.

"Oh, please, don't go all quiet now." The blonde said, smiling cheekily at Lilian. Huffing, she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. "And here I thought I hurt you, but I guess you are alright. So I'll take my leave." The black haired girl said, turning around only to stare at which direction she should go.

"You're lost."

"No I'm not."

"You are."

"No."

"Yeah, you are."

"…maybe."

Laughing the blond stood next to her, "Come, I know a small village not far from here." He said, motioning for her to follow.

"How do I know you won't take me somewhere unknown and kill me?" Lillian asked.

"Hmm…because your magic sings pure power." He said.

Lillian stares at him a moment before nodding her head. "Alright, I'll follow you." She said, eyeing him cautiously.

"No worry, I won't harm you Smaragd." The blonde said happily.

Confused, Lillian tried wording the unknown word. "S-ma-smaragd?"

"Means emerald in German since you have the most beautiful emerald eyes."

"Oh…" Lillian could say, feeling her face becoming red once more in the nice cool air.

"I see you really don't know German, what are you doing all the way out here?"

Shrugging her shoulders, she looked at the blond, who was taller than him. "Lost." She said. He nodded his head and said nothing.

"Gellert Grindelwald." The boy suddenly spoke, introducing himself to her.

"Lillian Sylva." There was no way she was going to say her real last name. If what she has seen, she was somewhere in the past but in Germany.

She could mess up many things, especially the timeline from her future. Gellert stood in front of her, making her stop. Holding his hand out, Lillian realized something quickly and gave her hand to him.

His warm hand enclosed her small one, with a half-bow, he brought it to his lips and brushed a kiss on her knuckles.

"Nice to meet you Lillian," Gellert said a grin on his face.

Lillian felt her heart pound against her chest. "As you as well, Gellert."