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Complete Summary: Death. A body of flesh can die, but a soul cannot. The gods, no matter how strong, can never destroy nor create a soul. So when he died, possessing a soul given to him by his dear friend, the gods imprisoned him. But all prisons, no matter how strong will weaken and break if not attended to, and that was exactly what the gods did. They locked him up, and forgot about him. When belief in the gods faded away, the gods too, faded away, and the prison doors, made to stand against time, slowly opened up.

Escape

As a being that grew to possess a soul, he kept his powers, for his soul was given based on his body. Mindless power given wisdom and reason by the divine harlot, his "self" and "worth(friend)" given by his king, he was given a soul by the world, that loved him dearly.

When the prison started to open up, he changed the shape of his soul, and slipped out, into the mortal world. He was given a body by the world, born of those that possessed powers that went against the world. His mortal body was still in the womb as he entered, about to be born.

Birth

He was born to two humans, Lily Potter née Evans and James Potter, with an older twin called Daniel James Potter. The world, as playful as she has been when he was alive, placed him into the soulless body of one Harriet Lily Potter, who was born as the seventh month died.

She possessed an ethereal beauty since she was born. An inhuman, paradoxical beauty, like that of the divine harlot Shamhat, that caused fear to be felt when her parents looked upon her, as she possessed the immaculate beauty of nature, and the flawed perfection of humanity.

Prophecy

It was her that the prophecy spoke of, not her twin, but what do humans know of being that are greater than themselves? They try to humanize them, saying that they are only great witches or wizards that have gotten famous in the muggle world, like Aphrodite. So when the prophecy referred to a he, they thought it was the clearly male babe, Daniel James Potter, and not her, Harriet Lily Potter, the one whose soul the gods referred to as male.

When Voldemort came, with Peter welcoming him in, James and Lily were not home, attending a party that required the presence of Lord and Lady Potter. He saw her, and felt fear rise up from what was left of his humanity, and sought to destroy that fear by killing her. The Killing Curse, however, did not work, and rebounded on him, destroying his body. The Killing Curse, was made to work on all things mortal, and she, was not under that classification. She who was considered as a Noble Phantasm of the gods, beloved by the world, was not mortal, and the world, angered that one would harm her, turned his curse upon him, causing the destruction of Voldemort's body and the house they were in.

Mark

Daniel James Potter was proclaimed as the Boy-Who-Lived, the one who brought about the end of Voldemort, by Dumbledore. He had a lightning bolt engraved on his forehead, which was caused by the debris flying around, but who knew that? Harriet, however, was without a mark, leading them to come to the false conclusion that Daniel was the Boy-Who-Lived. But since when was a true mark of equality able to be perceived by those it does not touch?

First

Harriet's first word was said when no one was near enough to see or hear her. Her memory was fractured by reincarnation, to be found again when she grew older, but there was one memory she refused to let go of, the memory of the day that her worth was given, her worth as her friend. So she slowly spoke the name of the one that gave her worth, the name of her dear and only friend, Gilgamesh.

Forgotten

James and Lily Potter were so caught up in the fame of their boy that they forgot about their other child, one Harriet Lily Potter. But did they truly want to remember her? Did they, perhaps, subconsciously wish for her death, fearing her in-humanness? They would make her food, but once she grew old enough, she slowly faded from their memory.

She did not care, for she only cared for her king and the world, and why would she care about people that her king never acknowledged?

Look

The older she got, the more she took on the appearance she had when she last walked the world. Her soul had already converted her body to mud, what her body was once made of. Her eyes and hair became a leafy green, the green of a new leaf, and she looked even more like Shamhat, the divine harlot, with her paradoxical beauty. She frequented the woods, running with the wolves and deer, and slept in the tree more than she slept in her own room.

Name

She was in her room, where she usually spent her time, if she wasn't outside in the forest that surrounded the Potter manor. Her memories have finally gathered themselves and settled in her mind, and she was only keeping the image of a child only because she had nothing else to do, like adventuring with her friend. She looked out the window, gazing at the sky, the sky that stayed the same throughout the ages, and for the first time stated, "Enkidu. My name is Enkidu." The world rumbled in response, happy that Enkidu would once again walk the earth, and play with it, as she once did, all those years ago.