I wrote this in a few hours so it's not very long, but it to step things up so...on with the story!

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Chapter 1 – Misinterpreted Prophecy
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An elderly looking man strode down a very common looking street in Surrey England. He didn't appear too out of the ordinary, at least until he stopped in front of particular address. Number 4, Privet Drive, to be precise. He stood there patiently for a moment without a word, until a black cat started to make its way over. He pulled a small silver object out of his robes and gave it a quick flick. In seconds, all the street lights became dark and he put away the silver object once more.

"Good evening, Minerva." The older man calmly greeted the cat. In moments the small cat morphed into a person, a woman in forties or maybe early fifties. The change did not take the older man by surprise at all; in fact he didn't skip a beat and continued his conversion, "I gather word has gotten out then?"

"So, it is true…He was defeated tonight."

The older man didn't speak immediately, instead choosing his words carefully, "He targeted the Potters earlier tonight. Their location was compromised despite our efforts to keep them safe."

"Lily and James…"

The older man looked down sadly, "Dead…I'm afraid."

"The ch-child…" Minerva asked, her voice quivering a bit.

"She is alive."

Minerva looked taken aback by the pronoun used, "But Albus…I thought the prophecy spoke of boy…"

Albus looked to the side and smiled slightly, "It did. The Potters were told they would be having a boy, they thought they were having a boy. More importantly, Lord Voldemort thought they were having a boy, at the end of July. Because all the information seemed to fit, they were targeted and because of that she must be protected."

Minerva stared at her companion, "But why? The Dark Lord was defeated. She'll be regarded as a hero."

Albus remained silent for several minutes, until the loud roar of and engine could be heard in the distance. His silence only seemed to unnerve his companion though, "I don't believe Lord Voldemort was truly defeated tonight."

"Why would you say that? What happened in Gordric's Hollow?" The older woman questioned.

"Lord Voldemort's killing curse rebounded off of young Hayley Potter and struck him instead. The only sign of the curse is a lightning bolt shaped wound on her forehead. Aside from that she is without harm. Despite him being struck by his own killing curse, I believe we have yet to see the last of the Dark Lord…" He said and looked up with a smile when he heard the roar louder. "That would be Hagrid with little Hayley Potter, now."

"Was it wise to leave such a precious bundle in his care sir, Hagrid is a little…"

The older man smiled and looked over to the woman beside him, "I would trust Hagrid with my life." He said before turning once more to the vehicle flying in.

As the vehicle grew closer, it became clear what it was, it was motorcycle, a flying one at that. The vehicle flew toward the street descending more and more until it touched down, a little rougher that intended, causing Minerva to gasp. The motorcycle slowed to a stop just a short distance in front of the two people waiting for him. Hagrid stepped off the bike and carefully walked over. When he reached them, he pulled a small bundle of blankets out from under the protection of his mighty arm, "I kept her safe, Professor Dumbledore." He said and passed the infant to the older man. "She slept the entire time."

Albus took the child gently and brushed back her hairs covering the wound she sustained, to view its condition. 'It was nearly completely healed.' He thought to himself before turning back to the large man who arrived a few moments ago, "Did you bring the carrier like I asked?"

"Yes, sir." Hagrid said and rushed back to the motorcycle. After a moment he pulled out a small carrier from the passenger compartment on the motorcycle.

"It's nearly healed." Minerva said, voicing Dumbledore's earlier thought.

"Here you are, Professor." The large man said as he handed him the carrier.

Albus nodded and accepted the carrier, "Yes. It will be no more than a scar in just a short time I would imagine." He gently place the baby in the carrier and tucked her under the blankets. He started to walk up to the house they'd been standing in front of. He caught the look on his companion's face, so he answered her unasked question, "We will be leaving her with her aunt and uncle. They are the only living family she has left."

Minerva looked surprised, even as she continued to walk with Dumbledore. "But with muggles…surely there is a wizarding family that would take her in. She'll be famous."

"Exactly. It will be better for her to grow up away from all of that, with her family." He said in an unquestionable tone. They reached the door and he placed the carrier down. He looked at the young child fondly for another moment before producing a letter out of nowhere. He placed the letter on top of the sleeping baby and took a step back and looked at his companions, "We should be going." He said and received a nod from each of them.

Hagrid mounted the magical motorcycle and with a loud roar, the bike took off. His female companion was gone even quicker, without of sign of how she left. Dumbledore rang the doorbell and waited for few seconds until he was sure someone was coming. Once he heard movement, he once again produced the silver object from earlier and flicked it again, returning the light to the street lights. Once the streets were once again illuminated, the older man was gone, and the front door he had previously stood in front of opened…

Eleven years later…

Hayley Potter ten years old, well soon to be eleven in a matter of a few days, was currently scrubbing the tiled kitchen floor for the third time much to her chagrin. Okay, maybe the first time was somewhat her fault, but the second was most certainly not. The first time, her cousin tried to slug her, for reasons she could only guess, but the point is when he tried to hit, she was able to step away from him avoiding the hit, though unfortunately not the table. Colliding with the table and bringing everything resting on it to the ground. It was a mess, the potted plant, the freshly poured glass of orange, and the jar of preserves that was still on the table from breakfast. Even though it was Dudley that caused her to bump into the table, there was no way he could be a fault in the eyes of her aunt and uncle, so she was ordered to clean up the mess herself.

The second time, she didn't understand what happened exactly. She was nearly finished cleaning when Dudley thought it would be a good time to mock her with a glass of orange juice, just like the one she'd poured for herself earlier. She got angry and she knew things tended to happen when she got angry, but she wasn't thinking about what could happen at that point and before she knew it, the glass in her cousin's hand burst to pieces and sprayed the sticky orange liquid all over the place. Of course, it was her fault the glass exploded and caused another mess.

She was always being blamed for weird occurrences like that, but she couldn't see how they were her fault. She didn't do anything, but it didn't seem to matter to her Aunt and Uncle. She looked over the tiled floor, 'Just about done.' She thought to herself and let a small smile crack her expression. It was certainly a rare occasion for a smile to appear on her face. She appreciated being taken in by her Aunt and Uncle, because she'd much rather be here than an orphanage, but on more than one occasion she wished her parents were still alive.

"Aren't you done yet? There are dishes to be done!"

Hayley wiped her brow of sweat and lost her small smile as she looked up, "Almost, Uncle Vernon, then I'll get right on the dishes." She said and went to work on finishing her current task. After a good ten more minutes, she was finally done. She got up and stretched out her sore body. Her knees and back were sore from scrubbing the floor for so long. She would like nothing more than to relax in her room, though it wasn't so much a room as it was a storage room, under the stairs. However, she knew she had at least one more chore before she could do that and she knew there was no getting out of it simply because she was sore.

She sighed and picked up the cleaning supplies she had been using and put them away, dumping the dirty water do the sink as well. She looked at the pile of dishes and knew from experience that it would take her a good thirty minutes to finish all of them and put them away. That time frame was also dependent on no accidents happening, however they seemed to be occurring more and more frequently. Sighing one more she grabbed her gloves, 'They won't get done on their own.' She told herself and when to task.

The one good thing from always doing the chores around the house, she'd come up with the most efficient ways to accomplish whatever she was doing. For instance, soaking the dishes first was a must, otherwise she have to work forever to scrap them clean. She quickly went about doing the dishes. She was happy when she reached the end and nothing out of the ordinary happened. She removed her gloves and put them away before making her way over to the living room where everyone was gathered, watching some game show.

She took a deep breath, "I'm going to my room if you don't have any more chores for me to do." Hayley said hopefully.

"I saw the post arrive a short time ago. Go fetch it." Vernon said without looking away from the tele.

Hayley nodded, "I'll be right back." She said but couldn't help herself from thinking why he couldn't have gotten up and got it, if he knew it was there. She would never voice her feelings though, not wanting to know the consequences. She crouched down and picked up the mail. She unconsciously flipped through the envelopes, not really looking for anything since she never received anything anyway…she froze however, when she came upon a peculiar letter…one addressed to her.

Little did she know, her life was going to take a turn for the better, for the extraordinary in fact.

End Ch.1

This is really to 'test the waters' as they say to see how this story would be received. I've seen a few femHarry stories and wanted to try my own story. If it's well received I may try to juggle this one with my Sailor Moon story, otherwise I'll probably take it down. Like I said this is a test, though I would like to see it succeed.

If I do continue this, I can promise anyone looking for something to happen quickly between my female 'Harry' and Hermione won't get that here, this will be a slow burn. They are only eleven or twelve when they start Hogwarts, a little young for romance in my opinion. I intent to follow the books as an outline, though this will not simply be Harry Potter retold simply with a gender switch.