A/N : That's it! I gave into the temptation to join the fictional world. So here I am, I present to you my first fanfiction. This little plot bunny has been roaming around my head since forever. I plan to keep this fic long. The plot for the entire story has already been mapped down. Thank you for giving this story a chance. Please review. Your opinion is precious to me. I am open for all suggestions. I would also be happy to rectify all the mistakes that you may encounter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight book series.

Pairing : Fem!Harry/Edward (eventually)

Chapter 1

Three days after the battle at Hogwarts.

Location : Black Manor (12 Grimmauld Place)

"Lumos"

Harry gasped. A searing pain shot through her core.

"It's as if your core has locked down," said healer Wesley.

He proceeded to cast a series of diagnostic spells at Harry.

"Lady Potter, with your permission, I would like to perform a charm that will allow me to examine your core further. The charm will create a holograph of your core and hence, help me determine if it was damaged during your battle with You-Know-Who." Harry nodded; giving her assent as Wesley carefully murmured the required incantation, while moving his wand in a circle over her heart. Suddenly, a glowing ball of emerald green light floated on top of her heart. The energy ball was roughly the size of a muggle tennis ball. It emitted strong pulses of green light. Harry glanced at the healer to gauge his reaction. As per her limited knowledge about healing magic, her core seemed perfectly normal.

"Impossible!" Wesley gasped. 'Impossible' – Harry hated that word. That damned word had been used to describe nearly every aspect of her life. Impossible, no one can survive a killing curse. Impossible, a mere child couldn't have defeated Lord Voldemort. Impossible, a group of fifteen year olds cannot defeat an army of dark wizards. Impossible, Harry potter couldn't defeat the most powerful darklord at the tender age of seventeen. Yet she had. Harry had achieved all that and more. But at a terrible price, it would seem.

"Could you please elaborate, healer Wesley?"

"Forgive me, my Lady. Your core seems to be functioning perfectly. It's just that.. well.. I was only surprised to witness it's size. An average wizard's core is about the size of a grape. Compared to that, your core has expanded to be thrice in size. That would explain why you're having difficulty in casting magic."

"My core has expanded? Shouldn't that provide me greater ease in casting magic? Why is it then, that a simple 'Lumos' almost knocks me out?"

"An average wizard's body cannot handle the amount of magic your core contains. The expansion of your core must be the result of your battle. As your body is currently unable to handle this magical energy, your core has locked itself to protect you. It is emitting waves of healing magic that is modifying your body in order to handle this excess energy. I apologize, but there is nothing one can do in this situation. Unless and until this healing process finishes, you'll feel difficulty casting even the most basic spells."

No spells! No magic! Magic has been her support all throughout her life. She may not have had the most loving family but she always had a loving mother. She liked to assume she was Mother Magic's favorite child. Her loving mother was always with her, to support her through thick and thin. It was unbearable to think that the one gift her mother has given her was being snatched from her. She had to figure out a way to handle this.

"Is there any way I can help this process along? Maybe hasten it? Any ritual?"

"I'm afraid time is the only thing that can impact your progress. Give it time, Lady Potter. Meanwhile, keep casting small, trivial spells. This may help your body get reacquainted with your magic. But please, do not exert yourself in any way."

Emerald eyes snapped to the door, which had opened just as the healer finished his advice. Harry watched as two of her best friends entered the room with worried looks on their faces.

"Thank you for your time, healer Wesley; that is all. I would keep you updated about my progress and will make sure to immediately notify you as soon as there are any changes."

The healer bowed and took his leave. Ron caught Harry's eyes from the doorway and nodded. He then followed the healer to escort him to the living room floo area. Once alone with Hermione, Harry allowed her carefully placed mask to crumble as soft tears rolled down her face.

"It hurts, Hermione. It hurts to.. to.."

"Oh Harry…" Hermione rushed forward to hug her sister. "It's alright Harriet, I'm here with you. Ron's here too. We all will support you. We will get through this, like we always do."

"It's dangerous for her to be here though", Ron said as he entered the room to sit besides Harriet. "With the defeat of Voldemort, Harry has painted a big bull's eye on her back. Every escaped death eater is trying to find her. It is an extremely dangerous time for her to be magic-less. But, like Hermione said, we're here for you Harry. We'll make sure you're safe. One of us will be here with you at all -"

"And then what, Ron? How long will you be able to babysit me? The healer said that my magic may take an 'indefinite' amount of time to be normal again. It may take months! Years even, for my body to regain it's control. We have to find some other way! There must be something!" Harry glanced pleadingly at Hermione, hoping that she had a solution to her dilemma.

Hermione frowned, trying to recollect anything that could help Harriet right now. "I may have heard of something. I have read about these spiritual places.. umm.. tribes. These places are known to be saturated with a guiding energy, generally regarded to be a guardian spirit by the locals. Magical people from all over the world visit these places to seek this guiding presence. It is possible that staying at such a place for some time may help you recover faster, Harry."

"Yes! I have heard of them! Bill visited one of these places in Egypt during his travels. I think this will be ideal for you Harry. We can all conceal our appearances and move to one such place. This way we can – "

"No! Ron," Harry interrupted. "I agree the idea has merit. We should do some more research to come up with the ideal location. But only I will be moving to this place. I have no right to uproot your life here. Hermione has her Mastery to complete. You're busy with your auror training. I do not want you to make any more sacrifices for me. I appreciate all that you guys have done for me. But it is time I face my demons on my own now. "

"What sacrifices are you talking about Harriet!?" said Ron, " You're like a sister to us Harry. Both Hermione and I consider you family. And helping or supporting one's family does not classify as a sacrifice. So stop being ridiculous and overly dramatic!"

"I know Ron. I understand all of that. I know you both will always be here for me. I have your support. I know. But that does not help my conscious Ron. I cannot do this to you both again, cannot ask you to do this. Please try to understand Ron. I have to do this on my own."

"Harry is right Ron," said Hermione. "This is a battle she must fight on her own. But remember this Harry, wherever you may be, we'll always be one call away from you. You need us and we'll be there. So never hesitate to call us!"

"Yes Professor," smiled Harry. "You know what this means right? It's research time! Let's search for these spiritual places!" Ron groaned as the two ladies giggled with mirth.

Location : The great library, Black Manor, Grimmauld Place

It seems like ages ago now. This familiar setting, the peace , the quiet. Harriet sighed in content as the calm settled over them. Even with the upcoming storm, they knew it was the precious few moments like these that will be cherished forever.

Lady Harriet Lilly Potter Black Gryffindor Peverell was beautiful, intelligent, graceful, kind. Yet she was also fierce, cunning and overly protective of those she considered to be her family. Now, she twisted an errant curl of black hair around her finger as she flipped through the Black archives.

"Found it!" Ron exclaimed. "Look, according to this archive Lady Isla Black was banished from the Black family during the turn of 19th Century. Isla Black fell in love with a muggle shape shifter. She was outcast from the family as a result of this union. It says here that she seeked one such spiritual place to settle with her family."

"And where was this place?" queried Hermione.

"Umm… it's near a place called 'Forks'?! What kind of name is that? Anyways... It says here that this place is situated near the Forks town in America."

"Well that's not too far. It's worth a shot. The only other place we know is in Egypt," said Harry.

"That's settled, then," said Hermione "Now, we have to select a disguise for you. This should be fun! Let's start with your Scar. Hmm.. well it's not a horcrux anymore. Maybe a glamour charm can work on it? Aha! It does! What about your eyes? They're very distinctive. We can try to dull them down a bit-"

"Slow down Hermione!" said Harry. "How will I reapply these charms once they fade away? We'll have to search for an alternate technique. Muggle make up is also not an option. It can be easily wiped off. I need something more permanent."

"Well in that case, runes is our only option. We'll have to create a specific glamour rune that will alter your features at your will."

"Ancient runes! Don't look at me. I don't know anything about runes. You and Harriet were the ones to opt for that class. Didn't the two of you achieve an 'O' in runes during your NEWTS?" asked Ron.

"We achieved 'O's in all our NEWTS subjects Ron," Harriet said, amused. "You're right Hermione. We should try to develop a glamour rune."

Three hours later…

"Blimey, Harry! Is that you?! I can hardly recognise you now!" exclaimed Ron.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "That's kind of the point of this Ron!"

Harriet chuckled. Her waist length luscious black hair was shortened to reach just below her shoulders. It's color was a dark brown instead of the jet black it had been before. Her scar hidden from view. Her emerald green sparkling eyes were now a dull grey green. Her physical stature was still the same petit as it had been before, but her skin had lost that healthy white glow. Her sharp aristocratic features were softened. Overall, she looked… well… average.

Harriet pressed her wand to the small rune tattoo on her upper arm and the glamour faded away. Hermione grinned, satisfied with her work. Harriet gave an answering grin as she mentally prepared herself for what was to come.

Ready or not Forks! Here I come.