AN: Thank you for the wonderful reviews! It honestly surprised me and made me happy. Though, I do apologize for forgetting about putting up warnings for the story. Some readers were repulsed by the hints of femslash and I didn't mean to offend them. On a happier note, I really thank the readers for their support of this story. It made my day!

So, enjoy this second chapter.

Warning: There will be some hints of FemSlash. (This isn't going to be all about it, just part of the plot) And for those who are queasy, there will be some hints or vague mentions about the Red Wave or montlies in regards to the female gender and anatomy. So if you can't stomach it, (it's only mild but I just want to express the warning in case I'm scolded over it again) please, skip that part if you can.

Pairing(s): FemHarryPotter/EdwardCullen, Alice/Jasper, Rosalie/Emmett, Esme/Carlisle, Ben/Angela (These are the pairings for now, there will be more later on).

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (J.K. Rowling) or Twilight (Stephenie Meyer)

Chapter II

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When fifth period for Biology after lunch finally came, Harry was hard-pressed not to walk into the classroom with her wand out.

Seriously, all the glaring Cullen was giving her every time they happened to be within each other's vicinity brought forth her paranoid instincts.

Instead, she tried to appear nonchalant as she went to her customary seat at the back with Matthew Lawrence as her seatmate.

Even though she was leery about sitting beside a guy, it helped that Matt, or as how his friends called him, was gay and currently in a relationship with a senior, Gregor Reed. And although the prejudice wasn't as strong or pronounced in the school, the reputation greatly helped in keeping other guys away and the girls were kind of confused how to take it in so they settled for merely observing from afar.

So, Harry was just slightly hesitant in lowering the charms around him instead of the full-blown certainty that she shouldn't. It helped that the guy knew what they were doing in Biology and Harry could just refer to him whenever she had difficulty during the lesson.

Matt was soft-spoken with short curly brown hair and small lean build. He was the kind of guy that everyone relied on if he wasn't gay. Harry might've befriended him but Matt mostly hung out with Gregor and Gregor, although openly affectionate to his boyfriend, hung around jocks and cheerleaders and Harry had enough of superficial people from Hogwarts.

Speaking of Biology, her green eyes tentatively shifted to the girl beside the current annoyance of her high school life (since no one could usurp Draco Malfoy's place as the bane of her existence) and was rewarded with a side view as Swan quietly chatted with Weber who was situated on a table beside the new student's. Swan had doe-like chestnut brown eyes. And that only earned her additional brownie points in Harry's book.

Harry liked does since it reminded her of her father whose animagus form was a stag.

She grudgingly tore her gaze away from the cute girl to Cullen who was now trying his best to shrink away from Swan. From the decidedly half-constipated look on his face, Harry might have thought that he was going to be sick. If vampires could get sick.

When Mr. Banner finally arrived, silence permeated the air as the man started the lesson. Harry tried not to let her eyes shift to the new girl or Cullen since not even magic could recreate her grade should she decide not to pay attention. Seriously, the last time that she took science had been seven years ago back in primary school. So, it was not surprising when she had a hard time keeping up with the discussion–mitosis, cell division, chromosome–but she was already satisfied with the experiment that would be conducted next week since she had Matt as a partner.

It might have been unethical but she got used to it when she and Ron relied on Hermione for theoretical work back in their school days.

The lesson was utterly boring in her opinion. At least, it wasn't worse than Binn's where it used to drive even Hermione, the ever enthusiastic learner, nuts. But she sort of wished that Ron was here so she had someone to play Hangman with. She also missed Quidditch.

At the thought, she perked up. She might be able to convince Ben to go to Seattle with her this weekend. There was a local Quidditch pitch there and maybe they could go with some flying.

Without meaning to, her gaze went back to Swan.

Harry wouldn't lie to herself and knew that she was attracted to the new student. The thought alone made her mind wander back to Ben's suggestion. She could let the charms wear off slightly on their own. It would only mean that people would then actively take notice of her but they would feel as if she had always been there, which she was.

She just didn't know if she was ready to really interact with the school or town population. She practically lived within this town isolated.

There was also the fact that the vampires were now aware of her. She didn't know about the Cullens but most vampires were leery or antagonistic against wizards or witches. And Harry wasn't really looking forward into battling any magical creatures when she came here to unwind and have a break.

But if the Cullens grew aware that it had been her doing as to why they hadn't been made aware of her existence, they might take her as a threat so Harry would resolutely avoid their crowd as much as possible. No matter how gorgeous Rosalie Hale was, being sucked dry wouldn't be worth it. She would ask Hermione for some books regarding vampires and magical treaties that she should be aware of, just in case she found herself in trouble, or if troubled found her.

Maybe she would also start to slowly release the spells to avoid any complications. But that was still up for later.

When class was finally dismissed, she quickly made her way out. Cullen had beaten her to it and was distancing himself from the classroom as much as a vampire dared with inhuman speed. That was one thing that made Harry suspicious as her gazed flicked to Swan's direction for a moment. There must be something about the girl that was driving the vampire up the wall. Though, she would have to see if Swan had that same effect on the other vampires.

Then, her green eyes caught sight of Swan as she stumbled over empty air, blushing, as she quietly caught up to Weber, obviously embarrassed. The incident reminded her of Neville, when he was still that clumsy, timid kid. Though, the quiet way she seemed to blend in with everyone and how she seemed to shy away from too much speculation and notice fascinated Harry to no end. It was like watching another version of herself, to be honest. As much as she liked Swan, it was decidedly creepy.

She shook her head and headed to her last class for the day, which just happened to be History. Seeing how Swan dealt with everything head on made Harry think on some things. Where was that famed Gryffindor courage that she was known for?

It was as she stepped into the classroom for her final subject that she felt it. Complete with the surge of dread and utter horror.

Her lower abdomen started to twinge with pain.

Oh Merlin, she absolutely hated being a girl, how did Hermione deal with this?

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Harry had convinced Ben to drive for her on the way to her house in exchange for lowering the charm's effects tomorrow. The boy would have made a fine student between Slytherin and Ravenclaw from the way that he had managed to coerce her into agreeing. It was just so he could finally introduce her to his clique of friends. Though, the decision was mostly based on the fact that she could risk a car accident if she drove, considering the now familiar pains in her lower abdomen.

As soon as she got home, she had desperately taken a hot shower and dug for the 'things' that Hermione had generously bought for her.

Harry could still remember the embarrassment of that one time, buying her own ones from a local convenient store in London, and promptly making a humiliation out of herself. She was a girl and there was nothing wrong with buying those things, the woman behind the register had tried to pacify her. But it didn't eliminate the fact that she had felt very violated for even asking about what types would be best and comfortable (or as comfortable as it could get). She could still remember the questions the woman had pestered her with (physically personal) in order for her to choose the right ones.

She didn't even know how the conversation went from how to use the bloody things to her supposed sex life!

The only reason that she hadn't just grabbed the nearest thing that she could get her hands on just so she could be done with it was Hermione's constant nagging. Harry was a bloody girl and should take care of herself since according to her bushy haired friend, girls were most sensitive at a time like this. Harry thought before that by sensitive, it meant emotionally, not like this. And this was the time of the month that terrified her the most. It was uncomfortable, painful, and making her feel so self-conscious around people.

So self-conscious to the point that she always filtered the air around her with a spell to prevent any scent.

Even now, she couldn't help but think that girls were bloody confusing. And completely barmy. No wonder they were so ferocious, she thought with disbelief. Though, she completely missed the irony of how it applied to her.

The next day, she had woken up a bit later than usual due to how tired she had felt the night before. Even with the help of pain-relieving potions, there were still twinges of pain from time to time. So, she had hastily done her morning routine, barely remembering to leave some food for Orion, before leaving the house and consequently forgetting her potions for the day. She had, once again, magically filtered the air around her, and almost crash into another car while parking her Lamborghini in the parking lot.

Though, since she was late, she didn't have the unfortunate luck of seeing Cullen. She had been relieved for that moment of reprieve. Which was short-lived by third period. She had managed to avoid and ignore the glaring vampire during English. But that was only because she was busy about not focusing on the twinges of pain.

And she discovered mistake number one when she dug for some pain-relieving potions from her backpack. And found none. Bloody hell, she thought miserably.

She couldn't even recall what had been discussed during Government. But she persisted as she went through Trigonometry. If there was anything that hadn't changed, Harry was stubborn to a fault and didn't know the meaning of 'rest' and relied on the 'I'm fine' department.

Ben had passed by her on the way to Trigonometry and had stared at her worriedly. Typically, she had waved it off and stated instead that she would meet him for lunch. But the boy was determined, if anything, and managed to persuade her that he would fetch her after her class. It was endearing, in a sense, since she was mildly reminded of Hermione who wouldn't take no for an answer when it came to her health.

Trigonometry had been some horrible distant nightmare. The pain had subsided somewhat into dull aches that developed into painful cramps from time to time. But Harry had handled worse, or so she insisted as she gritted her teeth and concentrated on the discussion.

Since the feminine periods had been suspended due to the blood magic that her mother had used in order to make her a boy, the consequent periods were painful and a little excruciating than it would be for any normal female. It had gotten better in the following two years but there were just those particular months when it was worse. Unfortunately, it included this month. And she was dreading it.

Mister Varner only replayed their discussion last meeting, thankfully, in order to make sure that they all understood since they would be having a long test about it next week.

So, by the end of the class, she was really eager to get out of the lessons even only for an hour. Lunch had never sounded so wonderful to her before. The pain was still there but hours had already passed and she had already gotten accustomed on how to ignore it.

"Are you alright?" A soft, melodious voice asked and Harry had to look up from where she was fixing her things. Her green eyes met wide curious topaz eyes.

Despite herself, she went rigid.

"I'm fine," She nodded tersely as she went back to arranging her stuff, avoiding the other's gaze.

"You look pale," Alice Cullen responded thoughtfully. "And you're hands are trembling,"

"Just under the weather, I guess," Harry muttered under her breath but refusing to look up, fully aware that the other girl could perfectly hear her.

"You're not very talkative, are you?" The vampire chirped and the raven haired girl got the impression that she was grinning.

"Not really," She answered noncommittally.

"That's too bad," Alice stated almost despondently and Harry finally looked up just to see the smaller girl pouting.

Harry smiled at her wryly.

"You'll get used to it," She nodded again to the vampire as she tiredly walked around her, ignoring the twinges of pain with every step. Poppy had warned her that it might take another few months before this stage went past its uncomfortable level, considering how it had been forced into a grounding halt when she was still a 'boy'.

Just as she reached the doorway, a voice yelled after her.

"Edward doesn't hate you, you know?" Harry stared over her shoulder just to see Alice Cullen giving her a fierce but genuine look.

"I never said he does," She felt the need to point out.

After all, she only encountered the bloke once and he seemed suspicious of her. The next two times that she came across him (yesterday and today in English), he was glaring at her for all he was worth. She had chalked it up that he suspected something about her and... her notice-me-not charms.

Alice blinked before smiling with that knowing look in her eyes that never failed to disturb Harry.

"You're a mystery, Harrisa Evans," The vampire breathed out in a way that reminded her awfully of her friend, Luna. "I'll be watching!" She winked at Harry almost meaningfully.

Somehow, Harry knew that there was something ominous about the latter declaration.

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"Do I have to do this?"

"Of course,"

"I can't bloody back out?"

There was a sigh of irritation and she was rewarded with a glare for her efforts.

"No, you can't,"

Harry sighed as she let herself be dragged to the cafeteria by one determined Ben Cheney. She had tried to go out of Trig class unnoticed (with the charm's effects lowered as per Ben's suggestion to avoid further suspicion with the vampires) but the wizard had spotted her almost immediately as if he had anticipated her move.

Thankfully, the pains had dulled into a bearable level. And Harry hoped that it would stay that way for the rest of the day until she could get a hold of her potions.

"I know the way to the cafeteria, you know?" Harry grumbled as she tugged her elbow out of Ben's hold.

"Well, you get some strange idea sometimes. Better be safe than sorry," He shrugged at her with a wide grin. "Besides, Mike's been dying to meet you. Anything to know about Ben's 'mysterious female friend'," He rolled his eyes at the moniker.

"Why isn't he bloody dead yet, then? It'll make things much easier," She mused with a lopsided smile.

Ben burst out laughing.

When they entered the cafeteria, Harry was hard-pressed not to reinforce the charms. People didn't really spare her any glance, a proof that she had successfully blended in even with the lowered effects, and she couldn't help the relief that flooded her system.

She fought the urge to cringe when Crowley, Newton, and Yorkie's eyes immediately zoned on her form.

It reminded her of that time when Ernie McMillan had tried to flirt with her in Diagon Alley once before her sixth year when Ginny had effectively conned her into going in her true gender. She couldn't quite look at Ernie in the eye at school then.

Jessica Stanley was eyeing her calculatingly and with a certain gleam in her eye that Harry was certain that she wouldn't like.

She fought the impulse to scowl at the girl, Lauren Mallory, who was glaring back at her and reminded her of Pansy Parkinson for some reason.

"Hey, Ben, finally decided to introduce your friend?" Mike Newton called out with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows, making Harry rather appalled. The blonde boy then stood up and swaggered to her, rather reminiscent to Malfoy, and stood in front of her with his hand held out. "So, after months of evading us, you finally show your rather... beautiful self?" He grinned after giving her a rather obvious once-over.

Harry swore that she would take a very thorough shower when she got home later. She felt violated.

"Harrisa Evans," She nodded curtly, not even bothering to take the blonde's hand.

"I'm Mike Newton," He grinned widely as if to charm her but he did have the grace to look embarrassed when she didn't shake his hand.

She blinked in surprise when a tall tan male pushed Newton out of the way.

"Don't mind him, sweetheart," He smiled at her brightly. "Tyler Crowley, at your service," He gave a dramatic bow.

"I'm Eric Yorkie," A male with greasy hair and a rather bad case of acne interrupted and smiled.

Harry's eyebrow twitched. This was why she didn't want to broadcast that she was a bloody girl. Different tossers were crawling out of the woodwork faster than she could say Firebolt. She took a subtle step back beside Ben, the only sane male in her opinion.

Even Ben seemed to be exasperated and rather annoyed at his friend's antics.

"Well, as I was saying," Ben drawled out dryly as he gently pushed Harry around the boys and to where the other girls were. "This is my 'mysterious'," He made an exaggerated quotation mark with his fingers. "friend that I've been telling you guys. The one who always drags me away from under your noses before,"

"You could've been more courteous," Harry hissed to him under her breath.

"I could have," Ben nodded seriously. "But you're not exactly a stellar example either," The current undertone in his voice made her wince. Of course, she hadn't been exactly that welcoming to his friends either despite agreeing to this.

She blamed the mood swing.

"The redhead is Jessica Stanley," Ben pointed to Stanley who merely smiled politely. "Lauren Mallory," The blonde girl outright scowled at her. "Isabella Swan," Harry smiled at the brunette who shyly returned it. "And Angela Weber," He tried to introduce the girl he fancied nonchalantly but Harry was close enough to notice the light blush on his cheeks. Weber looked uncertain, almost sad even, but she managed a genuine smile.

Ben shooed the guys away and had Harry seated between Weber and him. She instantly understood his motive. The git...

"You've been attending this school for a while now, right?" Stanley questioned bluntly and to the point.

"Yes," Harry answered. "Since November,"

"So, what were you doing? I haven't really seen much of you here," Mallory cut in rather petulantly, earning her a glare from Ben.

Stanley elbowed the blonde lightly.

"Don't mind Lauren," The redhead smiled. "So, are you and Ben an item?"

Silence permeated the table.

Harry was staring at Stanley in shock, horrified, while Ben burst out into fits of startled laughter at the mere notion.

"So, are you or are you not?" The redhead demanded in irritation.

"Of course not, Jess," Ben laughed as he wiped a tear that leaked out from his eye. "Oh, that is so funny, I haven't laughed like this in ages," He chortled as he stared at Harry's still aghast expression at the sheer mention of it.

Though, the relief in Weber's eyes managed to pierce through Harry's disbelief.

Green eyes gleamed.

Shifting subconsciously on her seat, she subtly tried to cradle her aching abdomen and fought the urge to succumb to her laughter at the irony of what she had just learned. Laughing meant pain at the moment, unfortunately, since Ben had a lot to pay for in her opinion. The bloke was head over heels for a girl who actually liked him back, without even knowing it!

"So, you're British then?" Stanley continued her impromptu 'interrogation'. "I mean, the accent," She clarified at Harry's inquiring look.

"I... grew up in England," Harry didn't want to sound snappish, from the way the redhead recoiled at the unexpected tone, but she easily got defensive when questions got a little too personal. "Sorry, most people already asked," She tried to sound apologetic, she really did, but the girl's rather demanding questions rubbed her off the wrong way.

"So, I think that's enough introduction," Ben cut in, sensing the tension from his fellow magic user. "And our food isn't going to walk on their own here, now, are they?" He grinned at the group, a certain gleeful quality to his voice.

"Sure," Newton shrugged as he stood up from his chair, already heading for the line. "What about you, Evans?" He asked, not unkindly, as he looked over his shoulder.

Harry suddenly felt queasy as her abdomen cramped painfully for a second.

"I don't think I really want to right now," She responded quietly, and this time, she did sound apologetic and meant it. Despite the expected male hormones working for the male portion of Ben's friends, they weren't exactly unreceptive, if anything, they were surprisingly friendly and welcoming, if a bit horribly flirtatious. They reminded her of Dean, Seamus, and even Ron. They're teenagers. Normal. It still seemed surreal now that she really looked at it.

Newton's blue eyes flashed with concern but didn't push it as he shrugged once again and got on the line. Crowley gave her an inquisitive look but followed after his friend and the two became engaged in some animated conversation.

The girls followed after with Yorkie at a sedate pace but not before they gave her and Ben some curious looks.

"I told you that they're not that bad," Ben murmured quietly, grin firmly in place. "You're the one who's overreacting,"

"I guess," Harry shrugged noncommittally.

"Are you sure that you're fine?" Ben finally asked as his lips tilted down into a frown of concern. "You look like you're going to be sick, seriously,"

"It's none of your business, mate," Harry whispered as she avoided his gaze. "This is something that's out of your league," And out of mine too, come to think of it, she mused internally.

Ben stared at her piercingly for a moment. Then, he stood up and patted her shoulder before trotting off after his friends.

Well, as much as she wanted to tell her friend, she couldn't really tell him that she was currently having girl problems and it's also making her life hell, now, could she? It was bad enough that she had to deal with it in front of others but she would never admit it in front of a boy. Not even Ron.

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Alice huffed as she stared at her 'brother'.

"Edward, would you stop glaring at her?" She demanded in annoyance just as the male tore his glaring eyes away from Evans. "People are starting to notice and I don't exactly know why you feel the need to do so," She stated as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I... can't fully read her thoughts," The bronze haired vampire admitted with frustration. "Sometimes, I can catch some gist of it but that's only when she's directly thinking about it,"

"But, isn't it the same for... Swan?" Jasper hesitantly pointed out.

At the mention of the other human, Edward's topaz eyes darkened slightly as his lips pursed into a tight line. The subject of his singer was still a sore topic and the bronze haired vampire had to hunt almost every night to be able to get a firm hold over his thirst and had a long talk with Carlisle about singers.

For a moment, it looked like he wouldn't be answering the question.

"No, it isn't," He answered reluctantly as he avoided meeting any of his siblings' gazes.

Edward? Is she a threat? Jasper thought to him firmly, voice already wary.

"Well, is she a threat?" Rosalie unknowingly repeated the blonde male's question out loud as Emmett slung an arm around her shoulder to calm her agitation. An uneasy silence permeated the air as Edward stoically remained quiet.

"Bro, what do you mean it isn't the same?" Emmett decided to get back to the heart of the matter.

"She's human," Edward stated resolutely.

Of course, she is. I can hear the human's heartbeat even from here. Rosalie thought sarcastically and he gritted his teeth at her, returning her glare back darkly.

Well, humans have these things called heartbeat and she doesn't smell like dog. Emmett offered with a bit of humour in his thoughts. No offense, bro, we can't really tell where you're going with this unless you tell us, we can't read minds.

Unlike you had been left unsaid but Edward frowned at the larger vampire.

"What Edward means, Em," Alice interjected as she directed an apologetic glance towards the bronze haired vampire. "Evans is human but she doesn't smell like food," She stated for the others' benefit since they didn't have the fortune, or misfortune (depending on how you look at it), of sharing classes with Harrisa Evans. They looked surprised at her opinion and even tested its validity by subtly sniffing the air.

Evans' smell was there but not... appetizing, they noted with astonishment.

"And I can't exactly tell if she's a real threat or not," Edward added as he sent a brief glare towards said girl.

"Well, that explains it," Emmett shrugged. "I meant on how different it is. You can't give any solid opinions about this girl yet while you want to tear Swan apart. Good going, bro," He grinned as he gave a thumbs-up to the other vampire.

Edward didn't answer as he glared again at the aforementioned girl only to be smacked behind the head by an irate Alice. He directed his glare at her.

"You shouldn't do that, Edward," The pixie-like vampire scolded. "You really shouldn't, or else, you would regret it,"

There was a meaningful undertone in her statement and he dove in her mind, just to cringe at the wide varying selection of lingerie. He didn't need to see that. And judging from Alice's vindictive, if not patronizing, stare, she knew that all too well.

Frowning, he opted to listen to the conversation taking across from the other side of the cafeteria instead.

"I told you that they're not that bad," He heard the male that was always with Evans murmur quietly. "You're the one who's overreacting," Edward fought a scoff at that statement. He wouldn't call it overreacting but rather justified since he knew how horrible the others were, especially with gossip.

"I guess," Evans replied back indifferently, a strain in her voice that made his brows furrow.

"Are you sure that you're fine?" The other asked softly, a note of concern in the voice. "You look like you're going to be sick, seriously," There was an attempt at humour within the words but were shrouded by the worry. Edward had to grudgingly agree. Evans appeared as if she would collapse any second and writhe in pain on the floor last time he saw her for English. He didn't know the problem but she really did look ill.

"It's none of your business, mate," The infuriating girl responded, an underlying embarrassment in her statement. "This is something that's out of your league," And out of mine too, come to think of it, he heard the subdued thought that almost sounded stifled.

He wondered if it had anything to do with how she had weaved through the town undetected or why she didn't smell like food.

Trying to get a clue within her mind, all he saw was a flash of red before the thoughts became too muddled to be even recognised.

If he raised his head, he would've seen the amused glint in Alice's eyes.

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"Here," A soft voice shyly said.

Harry blinked as a Styrofoam cup full of steaming hot chocolate invaded her vision. Following the hand that was holding it, she was surprised to see that it was Swan who was clutching it. The brunette was eyeing her expectantly. Almost dubiously, she accepted it without thought.

"It helps," Swan added gently, her eyes roaming around for possible eavesdroppers. "For your problem, I mean," She stated with a hint of understanding in her voice.

"Y-You can tell?" Harry questioned in surprise, her hand tightening around the cup.

The other girl looked slightly embarrassed.

While the their other 'friends' were still in line getting some food, Swan had come back here immediately with a soda, the chocolate drink, and two sandwiches. Harry suddenly understood that the other girl had come back earlier in hopes of not having to give the drink and consulting her about her problem with the others around.

Perhaps, her observation had been correct and Swan didn't like the attention. And, therefore, understood Harry on some level.

"I know the signs," Swan admitted with a small smile. "I'm a girl, too, and I'm sure Angela saw it too,"

"She did?" Harry asked faintly.

Swan nodded mutely, a blush on her cheeks.

Harry felt a smile on her lips, surprised at the sudden thoughtfulness.

"Thanks," She said, her voice full of gratitude, and absolutely meant it as she took careful sips of the hot drink. Somehow, she was reminded of Neville strongly. At the thought, her smile widened wistfully.

The girl wasn't only attractive outwardly, it seemed that it also had spread inwardly.

Hermione had warned her about not being too dependent on pain-relieving potions since the experience might be unbearable if the concoction wasn't available. But as she felt the warmth spreading within her, the pain began to abate somewhat and she brightened at Swan.

The day was salvageable after all.

Ben's idea might not have been so bad, too.

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Kingsley looked over Narcissa Malfoy's letter and hummed. Glancing at an amused Hermione Granger, he also couldn't help the gleeful mirth that surged within him. These reports would help, they knew, and would give the bushy haired witch's errant friend something on her hands to work on. Harry Potter might be 'on leave' according to the Wizardry World's knowledge but some selected few knew that Harrisa Potter had migrated to America in order to escape the risk of anyone finding out her secret.

Perhaps, the girl would be pleased to visit one of the well-hidden Black Ancestral Manors at the outskirts of Forks and, perhaps, would enjoy a mystery on her hands. He agreed with Granger that Potter had gone too idle. Not that they didn't want to give their world's hero a break but they all knew that trouble always seemed to find its way back to her, intentionally or unintentionally. So, instead of letting it happen, they would hand over some assignment to occupy her time.

After all, anything that had to do with the Riddle name, would surely pique the girl's undying curiosity.

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TBC..