Country Road

Summary: Learning that she wasn`t a Potter by blood won't have happened if she had taken Divination. And in the end, Harry ended finding more than her biological family. FemHarry-is-FemTsuna.

Beta: CeresNamikaze (No one is perfect, so maybe you can find an error here and there!)

Just a warning: FemHarry, FemHarry-is-FemTsuna, RainFlames!Neville, AU

Just so you know (Name): FemHarry's name in this is Harmony Naomi Potter. From all the meanings available, the meaning I choose for Harmony is 'A Beautiful Blending'. Naomi comes from Hebrew and means 'pleasantness'. Harmony, or the nickname 'Harry', will what she will be called the most. Her name as FemTsuna, though, is Sawada Setsuna. Also, Setsuna means 'a moment' or 'an instant'.

Just so you know (Appearance): Although FemHarry is FemTsuna here, she still has green eyes. Iemitsu in this story has blue-green eyes and FemHarry got hers from her Grandmother, Iemitsu's mother.

Prologue:

"[…] Country Roads, take me home

To the place I belong […]"

- Take Me Home, Country Road (John Denver)

As she heard the droning that her very dead History Professor called teaching, Harry was seconds away from falling asleep in her place. Actually, she was one of the only ones in the classroom awake, Neville and Hermione being the others along three other students whose the name she didn`t know.

Harry tapped her nail against her book and wished for a watch so she could see for how long she would have to keep being tortured by Binns and the Goblin`s Wars – or Rebellions, she wasn`t even sure which one it was at this point.

It was her Third Year in Hogwarts and Harry could say without any doubt that Divination was the only class that could be as worse as History. Potions was almost there, but Snape and her had reached a silent agreement which said that she would ignore his existence in class and he would do the same. They still clashed against each other outside of the classroom, but she no longer hated Potions as much as she had in the beginning of her First Year.

Harry wondered if there was a way for her to do self-study in History. Maybe she could talk to Headmaster Dumbledore about it. If it didn't work, there was always the option of exorcising Binns. She was sure that she could find a book about it in the library. Or she could ask Luna. The girl always had some type of strange or useful piece of information to share with Harry.

"Harry? Harry! Earth to Harry!" Hermione irritated voice snapped her from her thoughts making Harry turn her attention toward her friend.

Neville was standing next to the bushy haired girl looking amused. The boy wasn't smiling, but Harry knew him enough to see that he was holding it back and notice the mirth in his blue-grey eyes.

"Yes, Mione?"

Chocolate brown eyes narrowed as Hermione placed her hands on her ribs. "Class is over." She said, annoyed. "Did you even pay attention to anything that Professor Binns said?"

Harry almost jumped from her seat while throwing her arms in the air and yelling Hallelujah! for everyone to hear. But since she was well aware of how Hermione was, she blinked and looked around slowly.

"Oh. I hadn't even noticed." She turned her attention toward Hermione, resting her chin in the palm of her hand as she answered the girl's question. "I did pay attention. He said something along the lines; Blah Goblins Blah Blah Being insulted by wizards Blah Blah Feud Blah War Blah Blah Money Blah Blah Gold -"

"Harry!" Hermione growled.

Neville coughed in an attempt of hiding his laugher. Harry grinned at him. She was always happy to see him doing those type of things and acting more freely, he had been too shy when she met him in the train when they were eleven years old. But after everything that they had gone through, the boy had tapped into his inner Gryffindor. Neville was still a quiet boy, however he was now more relaxed and happy showing all those who try to see his carefree and comforting personality.

Hermione sighed. "Harry, you really need to pay more attention to the lesson or your grades in the exams won't be so good. And you know how important our exams are!"

Harry rolled her eyes in fond exasperation and stood up. She grabbed her books, throwing them all inside her charmed messenger bag – which was bigger in the inside – and walked to Hermione, patting the older girl's shoulder.

"You need to relax a little more, Mione. You know very well that the only exams that are really important to our future are the OWLs and the NEWTs. We are still in third year." She looked over her shoulder as she walked out of the classroom along Neville. "But if you're so worried about the exams, I promise I will remember to ask the twins for tips of how to cheat on them. Last I hear; they were selling charmed Quills which wrote the answers for us."

As she followed them, holding a book against her chest, Hermione huffed but it was impossible to not see the tilt of her lips.

Ever since she had started hanging out with Harry and Neville (Harry refused to mention Ron Weasley. The boy wasn't her friend. No friend abandoned the other because he didn't want to be an outcast in their house since everyone thought she was the Anti-Christ for having the ability to talk to snakes) after the incident with the Troll in their first year, Hermione had gotten a little better from her obsession with the rules and her blinding respect for authority.

The bossy girl still gave lectures about the most ridiculous things and was still a know-it-all (and proud of it, mind you) but she no longer forced her opinions and views on others. That had made everyone sneer and ignore her for unconsciously insult their intelligence and acting as if they were lesser than her for not having a high QI.

"That is impossible." Hermione said as she finally reached Harry and Neville. "And really wrong." She added.

"Says you." Harry grinned.

There was a moment of silence as they walked toward the corridors of the castle, ignoring all students who stopped to look at them or mutter something about Harry. That had been a common reaction from the students of Hogwarts ever since the news that Harry wasn't the Slytherin Heir and had actually stopped the monster of the Chamber had reached their ears'.

Since she didn't want to deal with them and their flick opinion about her, Harry had started to ignore all those students who had treated her like the plague or had bullied or done something against her and her friends in the last year.

When not in the company of her friends (Which was Hermione, Neville, Luna and the Twins) or when she wasn't in class, the emerald eyed girl was a ghost and no one could find her. Although some - mostly the Slytherins and Ron Weasley – liked to say that Harry was a coward and that she was hiding from them, it wasn't actually true.

Harry wasn't even hiding from them. If anyone had truly wanted to find her or talk to her, they could have easily found her in her corner at the library or learning Healing from Madam Pomfrey or drinking tea with Headmaster Dumbledore, who was always there to listen to the child he saw as his granddaughter.

"What is our next class?" Neville asked as he looked for something inside his bag.

"And he speaks!" Harry exclaimed. Neville stuck his tongue out at her making her laugh and Hermione rolled her eyes at them.

"I have Ancient Runes." Hermione informed them before she scoffed. "You two have Divination."

"Yay." Neville deadpanned in false cheer. "Just the class I was waiting for."

Harry snorted. "Isn't it wonderful?"

Neville nodded. "It is always wonderful to learn how we will die tomorrow."

"Or today for the matter." Harry bowed her head solemnly. "Let's pray that our tea cups will show nothing more than the sunshine and flowers in our future and not sparkling vampires and the boney grim reaper like last week."

Neville also bowed his head and placed a hand over his heart dramatically. "Amen sister."

The two fist pumped when Hermione glared at them.

They simply loved to annoy her. If you knew how fun it was, you would do the same thing.

Seriously.

It could be a sport.

"If you hate this class so much, why did you even sign up to it?!" She asked.

Neville rubbed his neck, nervously. "My Gran choose my electives. I am taking Arithmancy because it was one of the classes my dad took." His nose wrinkled. "And she said that I should take Divination because for someone like me it was the perfect and easy way to get a good grade."

Harry's eyebrow twitched at the mention of Madam Longbottom while Hermione's hair seemed frizzier than normal, which was something that always happened when she was angry or annoyed over something.

Madam Longbottom wasn't someone Hermione and Harry liked. The woman only saw her dead son when she looked at Neville and was also comparing the two even if it was clear that the boy had inherited both his mother's looks and her personality. Her attitude toward him had been the reason for his low self-esteem and she also blamed him for what happened to his parents, not that the woman would ever admit it. And hadn't it been for Harry, Neville would have still been using his father's wand which had helped some believe he was barely stronger than a Squib. His Grandmother didn't know Harry had taken him to buy a new wand though.

The brown haired girl took a breath, stopping herself from ranting about how horrible Madam Longbottom was, and turned toward Harry.

"And you Harry?" She asked.

Harry shrugged. "I was rather good with math in Muggle School, so when I saw what Arithmancy was about, I said why not?" She hummed in thought. "And Hermione… I like divination just fine. I just don't like the teacher."

"Does anyone?" Neville muttered, but was ignored.

Hermione opened her mouth to say how ridiculous Divination was when she recalled all the times when Harry simply knew things, which was the reason she had gotten interested in divination in the first place. Her intuition, as her friend called the small voice in the back of her head, had saved her more times than she could count and had been the reason they were still alive from their little adventures in Hogwarts.

Hermione sighed in defeat. "Yeah… Yeah…"

The trio parted away moments later, Harry watching Hermione carefully for a moment before she smiled in amusement as the girl muttered to herself angrily and confused. It seemed, the emerald eyed girl thought, that Hermione had finally noticed the absence of her little time-travel necklace.

She patted the pocket of her skirt before skipping toward Neville who gave her a look and shook his head when Harry grinned mysteriously at him.

Harry had found the necklace a little after she noticed more than two Hermione walking around. And since she always followed her intuition when it spoke (And it had made clear that Hermione shouldn't be using that thing since it could kill her) Harry hadn't felt too guilty for stealing the necklace. She would return it to Hermione in the end of the year. Or send it to Professor McGonagall along an anonymous letter.

"Hi Harry. Hi Neville." Neville smiled shyly and waved to Lavender and Parvati when they encountered the two Gryffindors also walking to Divination.

Harry also waved with a grin. "How are you doing?"

Lavender grinned back. "Great!" She exclaimed with stars in her caramel eyes. "So, do you guys know about what today lesson is?" She asked with an expression that made it clear that all she wanted was explain what would happen.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Do you?"

"Of course!" Lavender looked insulted.

Harry smirked. "Then why did you ask?"

Lavender looked shocked for a second before she snickered and rolled her eyes, already used to her fellow Gryffindor personality. Parvati giggled at the duo before smiling when Neville shoot her a pleading look. He hated to be left out.

"Today we will summon one of our dead relatives." When both Neville and Harry paled and turned to look at her with wide and terrified eyes, Parvati noticed her mistake and started shaking her hands desperately. "We won't really summon them. We will just talk to them."

The duo sighed in relief.

They hadn't been looking forward in coming face to face with anyone in their family and then hearing what they had to say about them.

There was a moment of silence before Harry noticed something. "Wait. What does talking to dead people have to do with Divination?" Harry asked feeling confused.

If she wanted to talk to dead people, Harry would have simply looked for one of the ghosts in Hogwarts or even talked to one of the portraits. There was no need to bother one of her dead relatives for a talk.

Parvati hummed. "I think it is because time doesn't really exist to the dead." She tilted her head. "From what I heard, what we will learn from those ghosts will be something really important about our future. Like a clue of what will happen, what we should avoid or even what we need to make happen."

Harry and Neville nodded.

That made more sense.

Three minutes or so after they encountered Parvati and Lavender, the duo entered into the Divination classroom and immediately moved to their usual seats. Harry and Neville ignored Ron Weasley when the boy muttered something under his breath about them to Dean Thomas – another Gryffindor and one of the red head only friends – and focused their attention to the pieces of parchment over the table where they would have normally found a crystal ball or cups of tea.

Along the parchment, there were two knives, incense, candles and others things that Harry couldn't identify aside from the fact that she was sure some were precious stones and others looked like salt or maybe it was sugar.

As Professor Trelawney entered in the classroom, Harry immediately blocked everything the crazy woman said until she blinked and noticed that everyone was now turning their attention to the parchment and was looking at it curiously or with caution, as if they didn't know what to do exactly.

Harry traded a quick look with Neville before they decided to do as Parvati and Lavender were doing. The two were the most fanatical students in their year when it came to divination even if none of them really had a natural talent to it so when one wasn't sure of what to do in this class or when it was impossible to understand half of the things Professor Trelawney said it was better to watch and do what they did.

Carefully they used the knives to make a cut in their hands, using the blood to write their names in the parchment (after making sure that nothing could be used against them later, of course. Blood was, after all, one of the most powerful magical sources out there). They then lifted the candles and the incenses. After that they placed the stones in the right place on the magical circle and runes around their names which had been draw with the salt. Finished with this, they grabbed their pens (Harry always used pens, not liking Quills and had given Neville some when he asked for it) and notebooks (also something that Harry used and got Neville to do like her) so they could write about whatever happened.

Harry took a deep breath and started chanting the spell necessary. She almost pouted when nothing happened but before she could try and see if anyone had gotten any answer from their so called dead relatives the fire of the candles started moving on their own and the smoke of the incense literally solidified a little and took the shape of a hand.

Others students gasped when they saw what was happening and Harry felt like groaning since only her incense had gone crazy.

Why strange things always happened to her?!

Should she blame her Potter Lucky for this, like she did with everything else that happened to her?

Harry licked her now dry lips as the hand moved and took her pen from her hand and moved slowly toward the parchment.

"H-Harry!" Neville pointed out terrified, his eyes looking like they would jump his head at any second.

It didn't take long for her to understand why he was acting like that or why everyone around them had simply moved as far as they could from her. Harry gulped and turned her head a little only to see a hand over her shoulder and a man made of smoke behind her. It was difficult to see him, his form being a little fuzzy, but Harry knew that he was wearing a cloak of sorts and there were flames – flames – flicking in his forehead.

Harry's breath caught in her throat as the man finished writing.

He made a pause and moved forward so their faces were only inches apart. Harry took a deep breath and she could see his face moving, and if she wasn't seeing things then he was smiling. And then, as if he had never been there, the man disappeared.

Harry felt herself relax immediately and she stared at the parchment the man had used. She grabbed it almost fearfully of what she could see.

Under her name, there was a simple but heartbreaking phrase.

Neville, who had sighed in pure relief when the man disappeared, frowned when he noticed his "Harry…?"

She didn't answer; she simply kept her eyes focused on the piece of parchment she was holding. When her hands started trembling and tears formed in the corner of her beautiful vivid green eyes, Neville felt fear for his best friend and sister.

Without thinking twice, Neville stood up and walked to Harry. He kneeled next to her placing a hand over her shoulder.

She didn't even blink only answering when he called for her again. As her tears streamed from her eyes, she simply handed the parchment to him.

What he saw there wasn't what he had been expecting.

You're not a Potter.

00

Neville sighed in relief as the gargoyle that guarded the entrance to Headmaster Dumbledore's office moved even if he didn't know the password. That meant that the old wizard knew that they were there.

After the appearance of the man, Harry had grabbed her things before anyone else saw what was written in her parchment and Neville followed her as the girl more or less ran between the corridors of the school. Harry had looked like she had one single goal in mind and it had to do with their Headmaster.

But it was clear to Neville that by the time they reached the gargoyle, the girl no longer could stop herself from having a breaking down. To simply reach the Headmaster's office, Neville more or less carried his friend as she cried nonstop, holding the parchment against her chest with so much force that he was surprised that it hadn't parted in two already.

The Headmaster was waiting for them when they reached the office.

Neville sat down with Harry still in his arms as she sobbed. It was getting difficult for him to keep standing.

The Headmaster kneeled at her level with a little difficult (He wasn't a young man anymore after all) and looked at with an expression of pure concern.

"Harry, my child, look at me." Dumbledore patted her head trying to comfort her. "What happened, dear? Tell me."

Harry shook her head.

Dumbledore looked at Neville.

The boy opened and closed his mouth, thinking about what he would say before he shook his head and pointed to the parchment Harry was holding. Dumbledore immediately understood what he was talking about and took the parchment from Harry's hands.

Something flashed in his normally cheerfully and kind blue eyes as Dumbledore looked at the parchment. The old man took a deep breath.

"You two had Divination today?" He asked almost hesitantly.

Neville nodded.

Dumbledore rubbed his temple and stood up. "Come on, my boy. Let's place Miss Potter in a more comfortable place and we can talk about it."

Neville eyed the old wizard for a moment before nodding and standing up while helping Harry. The door of the office closed on its own as they entered along Dumbledore and Neville gently placed Harry in one of the chairs, watching with sad eyes as curled herself in the chair and ignored everything around her. At this point, Harry was no longer crying. She was simply staring at blankly at nothing in particular.

That made his body freeze in fear.

Harry was an emotive person. She would laugh, she would joke, she would pout, she would cry and she would show that fierce temper of hers. And no matter what, her face was never blank. She wasn't good in hiding her expression nor did she try to.

"Harry…" The Headmaster called for her.

There was a moment of silence and no response.

She didn't even blink!

Neville was almost panicking when Fawkes, the Headmaster's Phoenix sang. Although he wasn't pleased when more tears formed in Harry's eyes and she sobbed, he was really grateful for whatever the mythical bird had done. A crying Harry was better than a Harry who looked like she was nothing more than an empty shell.

Dumbledore watched her in silence and Neville wondered what he was waiting for when Harry turned to look at them after three minutes or so. She didn't look like she could cry anymore.

"One of the things that always gave me strength was my parents." She muttered, bitterly. "Aunt Petunia always said that my mom was a whore and my dad was always described as an unemployed drunk." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes furiously and Neville gaped.

You just didn't say things like that to a child about her parents!

"But I knew better." She said. "When I was seven or so, I found a diary in the attic along an old scarf and a plushie toy. They had belonged to my mom and the diary talked about her childhood and her years at Hogwarts."

Neville blinked.

Harry had never explained how she knew so much about the Wizarding World when she had been meant to be muggle-raised. But that explained it. He wondered why she never said anything about it. Maybe she had wanted to keep something to herself for once…

"I had wanted to be like my mother; a strong and smart witch. I had wanted to be like my father; a carefree and loyal wizard." She muttered sadly. "For years, knowing how my parents truly were was the only reason I endured my relatives treatment and how I kept myself strong." Harry bit her lips and looked into Dumbledore's eyes. "I had wanted to be Harmony Potter, the daughter who would make James and Lily Potter proud. But this thing –" She made a motion with her hand, pointing to the parchment with a not well-concealed glare. "Only show me that it was everything in vain. They aren't my parents. It…" She gritted her teeth angrily and this time, the tears in her eyes were of frustration. "I don't even know who I am anymore."

Neville moved to hug her and comfort her, but Dumbledore moved first.

The old man stood up and grabbed a box from one of the book shelves in his office. He walked back to Harry, giving her the box.

"Do you know what being sterile means, my dear?" He asked after Harry placed the box in her lap.

She looked into his eyes for a moment. "Yes…"

He made a motion for her to open the box. Harry obeyed silently and blinked when she came face to face with several papers, which looked official, and a picture of her parents in front of a tower. It was that tower in Tokyo if Harry wasn't wrong. She had seen it before in the TV when her relatives weren't home.

She held the picture, almost afraid of doing something that would damage it.

"James was sterile, Harry."

Neville gasped while Harry's eyes widened. Shakily, she looked at the picture of her parents closely.

"My hair is more to the dark brown side than black and when I am using short hair it isn't messy, it is spiky. I don't use glasses…" She muttered to herself, tracing her father's face before turning to her mother's. "My eyes aren't the same shade of green as hers, they are emerald green. I also have Asian features…"

"It isn't difficult to think that you're like a female James with Lily's eyes, especially if people aren't really looking and are simply making assumptions about you…" Dumbledore said.

Harry licked her lips. She couldn't help but agree with the old man. She had never really paid attention to their faces to see the difference between them, but now that she was really looking for it, it was clear that Harry wasn't the Potters' biological daughter.

"Harry…" She raised her head, ignoring the tears she hadn't noticed were streaming from her eyes.

She had never cried so much in her life.

She must have looked so pathetic right now…

Dumbledore smiled, gently. "The Potters adopted you while they were in Japan. They found you in an alley; Lily had heard your cries while they were passing by." He showed her the papers. One was her parents' Will, another was her birth certificate and the last one was the adoption papers. "They weren't planning to adopt a child, especially since they had barely married and graduated but they had fallen in love with you." He made a pause, giving her time to understand everything that he was saying. "They are your parents no matter what, they loved so much that they died for you. My dear, never doubt who you are because no one has the right to say you aren't Harmony Potter."

Her heart jumped against her chest and she felt an invisible weight being lifted from her shoulders.

"I had promised them that if anything happened to them, I would give this box to you in your sixteenth birthday." He sighed sadly. "But considering the current situation…"

"Uh… Sir?" Both Harry and Dumbledore turned to Neville. He shifted in his place nervously before pointing to the parchment Harry had used in Divination. "Why do you think Harry's relative wrote this?"

Harry blinked and turned to the parchment. For a moment, she had forgotten about it.

Dumbledore hummed in thought. "It is possible that this spirit wants Harry to find her biological family." He looked at his two students. "You two have to understand that receiving a response in a ritual like the one you did today is very rare." As was most rituals involving the summoning of spirits, Dumbledore thought. Only a real necromancer could simply call a spirit and receive an immediate answer. "A response only happens when the message the spirit summoned wants to give is really important to the receiver's future."

"So…" Harry took a deep breath. "This spirit wants me to know that I am adopted. It wants me to find my biological parents." Dumbledore didn't answer. He wasn't sure of what Harry wanted to hear or if she even wanted an answer. "Maybe something is going on with them and it wants my help?" She asked, hesitantly.

Dumbledore's eyes softened. It was clear Harry was in a conflict with herself. She didn't look like she knew what to do. Part of her simply wanted to ignore her biological family and another wanted to meet them and see what this whole business with the spirit was.

And indeed, this was exactly what was going on inside Harry's head. Would her parents be angry with her if she tried to look for her biological family? Did it make her a bad person for wanting to meet her family (Her real family, since it was now clear that the Dursley weren't related to her. Thank you, Merlin!).

By the corner of her eyes, Harry noticed something in particular in her parents' will. There wasn't much written there, they shouldn't have had time to really make it long and detailed. But what she saw was enough for her to make her decision.

"Harry, are you alright?" Neville asked when she kept staring at one of the papers inside the box.

She raised her head and smiled at him. Neville relaxed and blinked a little confused when he saw how determined she looked.

"Professor Dumbledore…" The old man tilted his head, showing that he was listening. "Can you help me find my biological family?"

Neville wasn't sure if it had been his imagination or not, but he could swear her eyes flashed orange.

He smiled. "If that is what you want, I would be happy to help, my dear."

Neville watched them silently, promising himself that he would follow Harry in whatever little adventure she would be going to find her family. The Longbottoms had been following and protecting the Potters for centuries now, her not being a Potter by blood wasn't going to change this or his dedication toward her.

Neville sighed.

At least this new adventure couldn't be as eventful as the ones they had at Hogwarts so far...

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... Damn…

He facepalmed.

"Neville?" He turned to look at Harry and Dumbledore. His friend was staring at his pitiful look with a confused expression while Dumbledore was blinking his eyes in surprise. "What's wrong?"

"I think I just jinx us."

Harry snorted.

Neville's eyes widened and he looked at her alarmed. "Harry, I am serious! I just jinxed us to death!"

"Don't be ridiculous. We don't need to be jinxed to die. We can get ourselves killed easily enough without any jinx involved."

"Harry!"

"What?! It is true! I can tell you how many times we almost died since the beginning of our First Year, Hermione is counting."

"I don't – What do you mean Hermione is counting how many times we almost died!?"

Although bothered and sad at the topic of their little discussion, Dumbledore couldn't help but chuckle as he watched the duo bickering.

He shook his head.

Today's youth was so full of life.

Prologue

So, I hope you guys like the introduction for this story.

This FemHarry/FemTsuna will be different from her male counterparts, but you guys already noticed this, no? Neville will be more confident and my Dumbledore will be a good guy for once XD

I really liked the idea for this story and I don't think anyone has done something like this before… But who knows?

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- Cissnei

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