Hmmm this Idea has been in my head for a while and I Just Had to write it. my other story is on hold till i find my flash drive with all my stuff. Warning this Story may have self harm in later Chapters and scenes that may be triggering. it is not for certain yet because i have not fully planned it out but if there is I will. Warn you. there IS slight abuse in this chapter.

this chapter is being redone and this story will continue. i planned to work on it but I was going through a rough time and since I new wrote in in a note book, I never saw it and thought to pick it back up again.

Chapter 1

Harlie sighed as she wrote in her diary.

Dear Diary

How did everything get this way? My life is so hard, it seems I'm destined never to have a normal simple life.

Harlie put down the quill and closed the book. She looked out the window and sighed as she remembered one of her earliest memories.

Me and Dudley were playing together, we were four, back when Dudley didn't absolutely hate me.

"Lets play house."

" 'lright I'll be the mummy"

Dudley and I snuck up to Aunt Petunia's wardrobe and picked out a dress. I put it on, i also went through her make up and put on some. it was sloppy but I was happy to be able to wear it. we had played for a while before uncle vernon had come home.

"What are you doing boy!" I jumped and turned around, seeing Uncle Vernon red as a tomato in anger. I was sure to get a beating.

"U-Uncle, I-" He stormed over to me and grabbed me by the dress I was wearing. He threw me to the floor and I cried silently in pain. He punched me once, and went back to do it again, and again. The fourth time Dudley got in front of me. If he hadn't of done it, I'm sure the punching would continue. I already had a broken nose.

"Stop! We were playing house! It was my Idea for him to be the mummy to humiliate him," Dudley lied.

I never will forget that day. It was the day everything started, the day I realized, I liked Dresses, and make-up. The day I realized I was just not like other boys.

I couldn't be here anymore. the abuse has gotten worse and there is no way I'd survive past eleven. This time uncle had beaten, kicked and raped me to near death. It was only because of my powers that i wasn't bleeding out on the floor, and I could only heal myself enough to stop the bleeding or else I would get another beating. I snuck out of bed and crept upstairs. Dudley has a bunch of junk in his other room, he must have a bag. After a little searching I found an old rucksack. I filled it with some food from the fridge and my baby blanket. uncle vernon didn't trust banks so he kept some mony in different places among the house. False outlets, the pasta box that has been sitting in the cabinet for years, the aspirin bottle in the bathroom. I collected all the money I could find and stuffed it in my pocket. I also grabbed what little make up I have stolen from Aunt Petunia over the years, and left without ever looking back.

The dresses weren't the only thing strange about me, I was also a wizard. I discovered this one day when I had gotten lost while shopping with Aunt Petunia. I accidentally found Diagon Alley. People noticed me quickly. evidently I was famous in the wizarding world with out ever living in it. I still wasn't sure what I was famous for, but I do know that I belonged to a rather rich family.

There was loud bang and honking noise that took me out of my thoughts, and a purple triple Decker bus appeared in front of me. "Welcome to the Knight Bus. Emergency transport for a stranded witch or wizard- woe your only a little kid." the man was reading from a card but had looked up for a moment.

"kids get lost." I was grateful for the appearance of this purple monstrosity, otherwise I'd never make it to London, so I climbed on the bus and sat in one of the beds. "Can you take me to The Leaky Cauldron, its in London?"

"Hear that ern, The Leaky Cauldron its in London." the two men laughed for a moment. there was a head in front of the window. The head hanging made a comment about pea soup, at first I was shocked that it could even talk. I didn't have time to dwell on it because suddenly the bus banged forward throwing me back in the bed. "What is your name again?"

I looked at Stan. I'm not telling him who I am, it would just create a fuss. "Harlie." I wasn't sure where the name came from, but I liked it.

"Harlie? So your a girl." Stan asked, still looking at his paper.

"Yeah." I said looking out the window. I barely noticed when stan asked me how old I was.

"Eight." I told him after the second time he said it.

"Eight! Whats a girl your age doing wandering around this time of night?."

"like I said, got lost." I lied smoothly to him. I returned to looking out the window. we were traveling fast, so fast I could barely keep up. the bus was weaving through traffic. we were already in london. It was normally an hour long drive, but this took about twenty minutes.

"Can't the Muggle's see us?" I asked Stan.

"Muggle's don't see nothin' " I nodded

The bus abruptly stopped with another bang. "The leaky Cauldron, next Stop Knockturn Alley." I grabbed rucksack and went into The Leaky Cauldron. I walked up to the bartender and sat down. "Where can I get a place to stay?"

He laughed. "you must not know much about this place, kid. I rent rooms above here." he pointed up and then stared drying off the mugs he was washing.

"You take muggle money?" I asked he nodded and said nothing when i handed over large amounts of cash. "a room for three days please."

"Of course right this way." I followed him to a room with a Queen bed. I sat down my Rucksack and laid out on the bed, not bothering to change, due to the fact that my clothes passed down to me from Dudley were so used I could barely tell I was wearing jeans. I winced when pain shot from my ribs. I could tell from years of experience that it was broken, not just bruised. I stripped down to my underwear, the only thing that actually fit. I was covered in cuts and bruises and there was a fist sized bruise on my right rib. Bruised and broken. I sighed and moved my hand a little, imagining my body clear of the unsightly things. When I was finished, they were all fading away. That's a lot better. I laid back down and closed my eyes for my first night of actual sleep since I was three.

"Excuse me sir," I said to one of the goblins "I'd like to access the Potter Vaults."

"Do you have a key?" The Goblin peered down at me. I pulled the key from my pocket. I had gotten it after talking to one of the goblins on my first trip to diagon alley. We took the kart deep into the bank and stopped at my vault. It was filled with so much gold that it would take months to count it, and this was only supposed to be the money I get until I am of age. After grabbing some money, I wandered until I found a little shop in Knockturn Alley that does make overs. I got them to make my hair long and put two green streaks in it, they also made is easier to manage. I then got them to glamour the scar on my head and made me look slightly more feminine. I gave them 20 Galleons, as it was extensive and came with a necklace to control the glamour. After that I went out to muggle London to do some clothes shopping. I bought many blouses and skirts and dresses. I was happy to finally be able to wear them freely without fear of getting a beating. Once I got a trunk, I casted an Undetectable Extension Charm on it. After I realized I was a Wizard I practice my magic secretly with books I got from Diagon alley, now I can cast many spells wandlessly. I put all my stuff in my trunk then shrunk it down to fit in my pocket.

After I did that I went back to my room and flooed to The Ministry of Magic. I had read about it, but had never been there myself. the walls were all black and there were witches and wizards bustling about. "Excuse me?" I said to the woman at a desk. " I need to speak with Amelia Bones." I did a little research and I figured she would be the one to talk to, as what I would want would be a court matter most likely.

The receptionist didn't even look up. "She is very busy."

I took the glamour off for a moment, and demanded her attention. "tell her Harry Potter would like to speak to her." The receptionist looked up with a slight gasp. "Of course, r-right this way." I followed the woman into a room where a thin grey haired woman was sitting. "Yes how may I help you. young lady," I had already put my glamour back.

"Hello. My name is Harry Potter."

She squinted suspiciously. I sighed and took the necklace back off, even showed her my scar. she seemed less apprehensive and nodded at me to continue.

"I was looking to gat a name change and an emancipation." I explained to her.

"why do you want an emancipation?" She asked me, while writing on some old parchment.

"My guardians are abusive. I don't wish to live with them anymore and I don't want to find new guardians. I have plenty of money inherited from my parents so I can support myself. I also got several properties from my parents." I explained to her.

"can you explain how they abused you? I need it for the court case."

I nodded I took a deep shaky breath. "Since I was three years old, my uncle would beat me. sometimes to near death. by the time i could reach the top of the stove with a stool I was cooking and cleaning for them. they only provide me with old too large to wear clothing and I sleep in a cupboard. when I was six my uncle started to sexually abuse me also. I ran away last night when he had beat and raped me to near death and I wouldn't of made it if It wasnt for magic." tears streamed out of my eyes, despite me trying to keep them from showing. I wasn't normally emotional. I never even cried when Iwas being beaten. Madam Bones features soften. She stood up and walked to give me a hug.

After I regained composure, we sat back down and continued to to talk about the emancipation. "You will have to speak in front of the Wizengamot to get an emancipation. You will also have to testify against your guardians. If they are found guilty then they will be dealt with accordingly."

"I am happy to hear this but my guardians are muggles." I explained.

She nodded. "I am aware of this. They will be brought into the court and , if found guilty, will be sent to jail in london where we have connections with the minister there." She explained.

"what about their son?" While I didn't particularly like my cousin, I didn't hate him completely. It was after all, my aunts and uncles teachings that made him think the was he did. but he wasn't so far gone.

"Dudley Dursley. He is on the list for Hogwarts, so he will likely be sent to a nice wizarding family willing to take him in."

I shook my head. "That's not a good Idea. While he doesn't hate wizards completely, he was a bit prejudice and wouldn't do well there. I would like to take him in if my emancipation is agreed to."

She thought on this for a moment, and agreed. She set up the court date to happen in two weeks and change my legal name from Harry James Potter to Harlie Lily Evans. Afterward, I returned to diagon ally.

I was walking down diagon alley, I went over to a shop to get my robes I was fitted for earlier today. When I went in the shop there was a boy my age with platinum hair being measured. He looked at me. "Hello, who are you?" The boy asked.

"Harlie Evans, who are you?" He looked at me, seemingly studying me.

"Draco Malfoy." said after a minute.

I smiled at him, "I like your name." I admitted. "It means dragon, right?" He smiled back.

"How old are you?" He asked me. I told him. He looked bewildered. "You look too small to be eight!"

I shuffled my feet. "I was malnourished most of my life, thats why I'm small." I said nervously. "You have different parents now, right?" He asked stepping down from the stool.

"I don't have any, I'm getting an Emancipation." I told him with pride.

"Oh my Father mentioned you, he works at the ministry." Draco said joyfully. "So you have no home, you should stay at my place."

"Would your parents be all right with that, I mean you only just met me."

"Oh it'll be fine, just for a while till you find a place to live. I can just ask."

As Draco said that a man with long platinum hair walked in. "Father, this is that girl you were talking about!"

"Hello, my name is Lucius Malfoy. I work at the Ministry." He held his had out for me to shake.

I took his hand. "Yes, Draco told me you did, I'm Harlie Evans."

"Father, she doesn't have any where to stay, could she stay with us?"

He thought for a moment and the nodded, "Sure, at least until she finds a home."

And that was how I became the best friend of Draco Malfoy.

I hope this is alot better. I was typing this all day at school xD I'm gonna be updating more often so don't worry my Children!