They call me a Siren and I like it! challenge response

Plotline: All her life Veronica Rose Potter knew she was different, a freak. She didn't care, she embraced that fact with open arms and a warm heart. She thought she had found her place among magic, she couldn't have been more wrong. Sick and tired of dealing with the sheer stupidity of the wizarding world, Veronica looks for a new path in life, and when a mysterious book finds its way to her, she may have just found her calling. Witch, waste of time. Girl-Who-Lived, utter nonsense. Vault Hunter, now that could be fun.

Summary: After the events of GOF, Fem:Harry is done with the wizarding world. She soon discovers a mysterious book where she is taken to the outland world of pandora and a new life as a vault hunter.

Guidelines: Fem:Harry is born as one of the six sirens in the universe, and has an active skill with magic at a young age.

Must take place after the Tri-wizard tournament.

Fem:Harry is transported to Pandora during or after the events of the second game, as must join Sanctuary as a vault hunter along side the main cast.

After a few years, she and some of the Pandora crew are brought back to earth to deal with voldemort, unleashing their bandit brand of mayhem upon the wizarding world. (A few years Pandora time would be like a year or two in Earth time; see note before story start for explanation.)

If out when this point is reached, she must become present in the story of the upcoming third game.

Optional: Veronica is very skilled with both magic and weaponry, as well as possess her own unique siren skills. (Accepted)

Lilith becomes a big sister/mother figure to veronica (Accepted, a bit of both but more of a real mother figure than sister where Maya would be more of the older sister)

Veronica and Tina become VERY good friends. (Accepted! A Siren!Fem!Harry with an immature, explosion obsessed demolition expert would spell a beautiful chcocolate chip cookie filled partnership!)

Veronica's presence and skill with magic allows angel/roland to be saved and live. (Maybe, never was a real Roland fan even though I did naïvely main him my first time through the original game before realizing Lilith and Mordecai outstripped him in every single way from dps to loot/money drops if you invested in Mordecai right)

Bashing of at least AD/RW/MW, granger is optional. (Ron, Molly and Dumbledofe for certain. She'll realize a lot in her time away, most important thing she'll realize what Dumbledore and those she thought she could trust were doing to her life by manipulating it to their benefit)

Veronica not being sorted into Gryffindor in her first year. (Definitely accepted, she may have ben naïve entering the magical world but she wasn't entirely witless as flashbacks will serve to show)

Forbidden: Any Potterverse character coming to Pandora with her, even sirius.

Emo/doorstep Potter.

Light/Dark Potter, Must stay firmly in the morally gray, the dark half yes but morally gray none the less.

(A/N: I felt with BL3 on the horizon that it would be fun to toss this out, an ass kicking female harry as a siren with the borderlands crew in tow. Have fun if you wish to do this challenge.)

My A/N: So! This little gem is brand new challenge on DZ2's forum House of Fun posted by Tenzo. I love HP, we all do, as we all can see by the bulk of my stories on this profile BUT my penultimate love after HP is the Borderlands videogame franchine made popular by 2K. Just a brief run down for those not familiar with the franchise, its your typical rpg-esque fps. In the first game you have four choices to choose from as your character with their own unique Action Skill, a talent or boosted ability only that class of character can us. Each character has three skill trees you can dump points into to make your build as efficient as possible, these skills could be passive like increased shield capacity or bullet damage all the way to Kill Skills that activate only when you kill an enemy like gaining a few seconds of health regen or increased movement speed.

In the second and third games, aptly named Borderlands Two and Borderlands the Presequel which should have been Borderlands Three by logic but was instead published as an interlude by 2K Austrailia to explain what hapened between Borderlands One amd Two, characters follow the same layout of passive skills and Kill Skills only you aren't limited to only four classes this time around. In these two games you have a choice of six class selections that are separately unique, that is if you buy the DLC otherwise its four classes per base game.

The one consistent element, aside from a base four class/character selection per game sans DLC and various sidequests, is that the story is unchanged bar how the story goes from the intro of your selected character to the end goal of getting to The Vault & a massive boss fight. Between the intro and the final showdown at The Vault, which is good for loot faming afterwards in BL2 and the Presequel but not the first Borderlands- you have tl farm that fucker the raid boss Crawmerax in the General Knoxx DLC if you want to Legendary or Pealescent farm-, you are taught the ropes of the loot system and how differrent enemies require different tactics to kill. Does an enemy have a blue shield bar above their health but a red health bar? Break the shock element reistent shield with a non-elemental gun or one of a different element before using a fire gun to deal fire based DoT. Is your enemy a robot(signifed by looking like a robot) or an armored bad ass with a yellow health bar? Break the shield if need be and use a corrosive element gun to apply a more damaging DoT to kil them faster; the standards of knowing how to deal with the elements and enemy types.

Perhaps most unique I've seen amongst rpg style first person games are the two Siren Class characters from Borderlands One and Two. They are essentially witches with very powerful but specific abilities. Lilith from Borderlands One can Phasewalk as her Action Sklll. This means that once you activate it she enters a sort of alternate dimension separate from Pandora while still on it where she can't be hurt by enemeies and moves faster for a few seconds before returning to reality, the end of that few seconds though does explode outward causing damage. In Borderlands Two, the Siren Maya has a very useful crowd control control Action Skill if you build out your character right. Phaselock will intially only suspend and keep one enemy from hurting you in a blackhole like energy orb for a few seconds but invest in the right skills and it could suck a mob of ads around your target or even brainwash your target to fight its allies while your skill is active for the few seconds before it has to recharge for the next use!

Though there is a catch to the Sirens of the Borderlands universe, only six may exist any given point in time and to date Borderlands has only seen three so far; technically only two were playable and one was technically a NPC the player kills...twice, once in the vanilla base game and once in the Dragon Keep DLC. Some would argue Gaige the Mechromancer is more or less a Siren, all I have to say to that- no she isn't. Summoning Deathtrap does not make her a Siren, just a mechanical genius. If Gaige is a "Siren", so is Roland for throwing out his Scorpio Turret.

Ahem...forgive my nerding out but that was vital to understanding… Anyways, as I pointed out in the parenthesies about time- I'll be playing with the idea that once Veronica gets on Pandora it quickly becomes apparent time moves faster there due to things like difference in gavity and planetary rotation speed. What is two years on Earth as the HP cast would know it could be say ten years on Pandora for example. It wouldn't be that vastly different obviously but you get the idea.

Also, just a note- though I would have loved the ability to do a male siren Harry because this is fanfiction so why not right?- fem!Harry's name is not Veronica as it is in the challenge info.

Violet Arcadia Potter screamed into her pillow. She couldn't take it! If her first three years had been an inconvience, which she felt they utterly were, last year was a nightmare. What she had hoped would be a quiet year went up in smoke from the moment her butt touched the seat of the Ravenclaw House table. The Inter-House Quidditch League was cancelled which had been a breath of relief, no one in her House could hound her to try out for the House Team despite her vehement dislike of the idiotic game, since something called the Tri-Wizard Tournament was to be hosted. Delegates from Beauxbation's Academie de Magique in France and the Durmstrang Institute of Magic in Bulgaria joined them near the end of October, the thirthieth of October to be precise. While the boys from Durmstrang were certainly more built in a rough and rugged kind of way, her eyes had initially been drawn to the deceptively delicate looking young french women robed in light blue silks. If she was honest with herself it had beem the form of a certain veela who would become her competition that really drew her attention. Hair like spun gold, eyes like rich blue sapphires and an accent that straddled the line of being of being light yet thick but not hindering when speaking- it made her an attractive specimen and that wasn't even counting her lithe athletic frame.

That wasn't to say Violet was gay or anything, she considered herself pansexual since she could appreciate a beautiful girl as well as a handsome guy. If you asked her dear friend and a fellow Ravenclaw she adored as a sister by the name of Luna Lovegood, she was certain the petite silvery blued eyed blonde would say otherwise and probably point out her past habit of staring at Hogwarts older female students. It wasn't like she hurt anyone by looking and occasionally wandering around fantasies in the privacy of her own bed. It wasn't normal in Britain's stagnant magical society to be gay, it was something families were ashamed of and tried to hide or stamp out of their children like conservative bible beating Christian muggles did. Yet, she accepted and embraced the part of herself that loved the female form; a part of herself that craved the feeling of holding it flush to her so she could feel the soft curves against her body as much as another part of her craved to be held by a strong guy.

The scream died as emerald eyes clenched shut as her mind hyper focused against her will.

Gone had been the headche of Quidditch but the tournament became a fight for her life. A Death Eater that had been impersonating a retired Auror, a man who was a friend of Dumbledore's yet the man 'hadn't noticed' anything odd about him, and hired to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts for the year had somehow bewitched the Goblet of Fire into making her compete in the tournament. The tasks nearly got her killed more than once, particularly the dragon and its flame breath, and the Yule Ball… That had been a nightmare in and of itself. They, meaning the champions, hadn't been told about needing to open the ball with a dance til shortly before putting her in a position she didn't like being despite certain peoples preconceived and continued childish notions- the spotlight. Guys from every House and year, even Slytherins since she never bad-mouthed anyone unless slighted significantly first, bugged her relentlessly while even some of the Durmstrang boys asked her. They were all turned down because they all had that look in their eye- the same expectation of what they thought would come after leaving the ball that sickened her to the core. Perhaps her only saving grace was Luna asking to be her date. Oh McGonagall had tried to say she couldn't bring her friend as her date, something about it being improper, but when she fired back there was nothing to say same sex were barred entrance the woman stumbled. She made a point it would embarrass the school.

Luna was the one to fire back with a snappy 'so what' shocking the Scottish woman.

Whem they finally did enter the decorated and rearranged Great Hall she and Luna drew many an eye. Whispered conversations had arisen but she paid it no mind. Luna paid it no mind either and instead smiled serenly at her as the music began and told her just to enjoy herself, to focus on her and no one else. It was sound advice that helped her make it through the night with some pleasant feelings about the event despite guys left and right trying to steal away from blonde Ravenclaw. Their attempts were met with a venomous glare, none more venomous than the one shot at a Gryffindor named Ronald Billius Weasley or as she thought of him- her stalker. By the end of the night he had two black eyes and a broken bloody nose courtesy of her & Luna for his action of grabbing her ass like it was his to claim.

Of the entire tournaments nightmares that haunted her, none more than the events of the graveyard after she and Cedric Diggory grabbing the cup at the center of the Third Task maze terrorized her unconscious mind more. The sight of the acid green curse robbing the life of the older Hogwarts student, admittedly one of the few guys she had a few lewd fantasies about occasionally, and his body falling lifelessly to the floor had frozen her to the spot. Being bound to the gravestone, her blood stolen and captive audience to Voldemort being reborn made her blood freeze in her veins. Seeing the reborn megalomaniac summon his servants, having to listen to his gloating and forced to duel him…

"SHUT YOUR FREAK MOUTH GIRL BEFORE I GIVE YOU A REASON TO ACTUALLY SCREAM!" Vernon roared smashing his fist on the heavily locked door that served as the teens prison.

Hate filled eyes glared at the door wishing her gaze could burn the house and her relatives to death. Before Violet could scream a black hate filled response, an object seemed to materialize on the broken desk before her eyes. To her eyes it looked like a book but not like her course books. Wary of the book she got up from the excuse of a bed and slowly approached the desk. Like her eyes had seen the book wasn't so much of an educational or recreational book but a leather bound journal closed by a iron clasp on an attached leather strap. Despite her aversion to any sort of unknown variables, she was damn well justifiably paranoid given what happened in the past four years at Hogwarts, she couldn't help twisting the iron bar on the clasp and opening it.

Dear diary,

This is entirely dumb! Mom thinks I'm mad as a rakk whelp when I told her I disappeared today. She said of course I had disappeared she had said, I'd gone out to pratice my aim with Roland since I got my first Maliwan yesterday. It was a fire one and I couldn't have been more smug after I had killed a bandit scumbag who tried to attack me & mom while dad scavenged for information to find that skag lick Three Toes Terry. Ugh, I'm getting off topic! Anyways, Rolands Jakob's pistol misfired and the bullet was speeding at me. I panicked and the next thing I know.. I was gone. At least, that's what Roland told me. One second I'm there seconds away from becoming another dead body on the Pandoran wasteland, my blood the water to feed cacti that dot the desolate sandy expanses, and the next he claims my body was little more than a faint outline like I was a ghost!

I don't know what happened but I intend to find out.

-Lilith the Awesome, age twelve

Violet's eyes furrowed in confusion. What the hell was a Maliwan, a skag lick and a rakk whelp? Where was Pandora? She skipped forward after a few entries finding few answers until her eyes came to a particular entry that answered some of her questions.

Six full lunar cycle

Roland, Mordecai, Brick and myself finally found out what I am. I'm not a witch but something called a Siren. Legends state that all Sirens are born with special powers that make them almost godlike beings. That explains why I can do what I dubbed Phasewalking a couple of years back, the ability to exist in a separate dimension like I was born in it for a few moments time while in the real world on Pandora I was essentially a ghost. The legends also state only six of us Sirens can exist in the entirety of the universe at one time. The Sirens can only be females too so I guess I'm not alone in my uniqueness, I have five sisters siststers somewhere in this whole wide cosmic existence. Though we don't share blood they are my sisters in this fate of ours. Maybe I'll meet some of them one day, a naïve thought I know but its nice to think out there somewhere I have others like me going through similar ordeals.

Roland, Mordecai, Brick and I are going after The Vault since its the only hope I have to find out more. This might be my final entry here since I don't know how dangerous this journey will be. Mom, if you find this I'm so sorry your near death injuriess were my fault. Those Atlas bastard guys tortured you to find me. I should have protected you better and I failed in that. I hope one day you can forgive your eldest child for bringing you the pain I have.

I love you even if you can't find it in your heart to forgive me. I've always tried to make you proud of me and I hope that if our little ragtag group is successful I can bring home something as proof of our triumph. Please be safe.. For my sake if not your own. Tell my little sister Janey I love her too and I'm proud of her no matter what she does, she's always been a good girl & smart. Don't let her turn out to be like me, a Vault Hunter or as I'm certain many will come to call me- a Bandit like the majority of this planets citizenry. She's too good for that kind of life. If you have to, get her off world to another planet like Eden-6. One of us has to make something good of their lives, it should be her.

Your daughter,

Lilith the Phasewalker

A pensive expression crossed Violet's eyes as what looked like long dried tear drops splotched the ink. Spotting an arch shaped symbol inside a circle, the same shape burned into the cover of the journal, caught her eye. She barely touched it and traced the arch with the tip of her fingernail before the room was filled with bright purple light.

By the time the door opened allowing Vernon Dursley in red faced with rage, the light was gone; so was Violet Arcadia Potter and the mysterious journal for that matter. Though what was left behind was the very same symbol burned floor to ceiling on every wall that was on the journal, an arch shape contained by a circle but the symbol ln all four walls burned an ominous dark green color.