3rd Person's Point of View
Date: September 1st, 2017
Location: University College Hospital, 235 Euston Rd., London NW1 2BU, United Kingdom
As the pale light from the early morning sun bathed the hospital room, Harriet Potter sat quietly, gazing out of the window. The last 37 years of her life felt distant, like a hazy dream marred by betrayal and heartbreak. She had trusted so many people, and placed her faith in them…only to be deceived by those closest to her. Albus Dumbledore, the man she once saw as a grandfather. The Weasleys…Ron, Molly, Ginny, and Percy…who she had thought of as family. They had torn her life apart, keeping her from those she was truly destined to be with. Now, at the edge of death, she found herself alone in a sterile hospital room, reflecting on it all.
She wasn't truly alone, though.
Sitting nearby in a worn chair, her dearest friend, Hermione Jean Granger, was in the same condition, pale and weak, her breath labored. Harriet could feel the weight of their shared pain, the suffering inflicted by the bonds that should have been made but never were. Hermione had always been there, through thick and thin, and now, even in their dying days, they faced this final moment together.
"Looks like I'm the last of the seventeen girls to die," Hermione said softly, breaking the heavy silence. Her voice, though weak, was laced with the familiar warmth that had comforted Harriet for so many years. "The others, the ones who didn't fall in the war, they've all passed over the last few days. It's just you and me left now, Harriet. You'll be next after me."
Harriet tore her gaze from the window and looked at her friend, her chest tightening at the sight of Hermione's fragile state. Her once vibrant brown eyes were dim, and her normally unruly curls lay flat against her pale face. Harriet forced a smile, knowing there was little she could do but offer comfort.
"I know, Herm," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "But I'm not afraid. I'll be seeing you and the others soon. We'll all be together again like we were meant to be."
The words hung in the air between them, a promise in the face of death. As Harriet closed her eyes, she felt a strange sense of peace wash over her. The pain, the suffering…it would all end soon.
Suddenly, a soft but firm knock interrupted the quiet room, and the door creaked open. Harriet's eyes shot open, her body tense, expecting another nurse or doctor. Instead, the room filled with an otherworldly presence. Standing at the threshold were eight women, regal and radiant, their presence commanding yet filled with warmth and familiarity.
Harriet's breath caught in her throat. The Greek goddesses. Hera, Hestia, Demeter, Aphrodite, Artemis, Athena, Persephone, and Hecate stood before her. All of them, her mothers.
She hadn't seen them in 37 years…as if it was a dream.
"Harriet," Hera spoke first, her voice gentle yet filled with the weight of millennia. Her eyes, filled with sorrow, scanned the frail form of her daughter.
"We've been looking for you my sweet little flame," Hestia added, her voice soft and nurturing. "All this time…"
Harriet's heart pounded in her chest as tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn't believe it. Her mothers...the goddesses who had given her life...were here, at her bedside, after all these years of separation.
Demeter stepped forward, her eyes filled with tears. "We never stopped searching."
Artemis, her divine mother and the one whose bond she always felt closest to, knelt by her side, her silver eyes shimmering with tears. "I should have found you sooner, my little moon. I am so sorry."
Hermione, barely able to comprehend the sight before her, watched in awe as the goddesses embraced Harriet. It was a reunion long overdue, filled with tears, warmth, and love.
But it wasn't just the goddesses who entered the room. Behind them stood the three Fates, somber and quiet, their expressions filled with both sadness and uncertainty. Atropos, the eldest of the Fates, held a glowing thread in her hands...Harriet's life thread, fragile but still radiating power.
"Perhaps…" Atropos whispered to her sisters, her voice carrying a thread of hope, "the thread has not yet fully frayed."
The other two Fates looked at her in surprise.
Atropos held the thread higher for all to see. "Her life, though marked by betrayal and suffering, is not truly over. Her soul mates, the ones stolen from her, can still be found. Harriet," she turned to the demigod lying before her, "you and your soul mates can go back. You can live the life you were supposed to have."
Harriet's breath hitched as her mind struggled to grasp what Atropos was saying. "Go…back? But how?"
Before Atropos could answer, another wave of divine energy filled the room. This time, it was the gods...Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Ares, Hephaestus, Hermes, Apollo, and Dionysus...her fathers, who entered. Each one stood tall and proud, but their eyes were filled with the same sorrow and regret.
Hades, always the first to speak in times like these, smiled softly as he approached Harriet. "After you die, my daughter, we will send you back. To when you were five years old. That is as far as we can go without harming you. But we will have our memories as well. We will find you."
Harriet's heart pounded. The idea was overwhelming, but at the same time, it was everything she had ever wanted. A chance to go back. To find her true family. To be with her soul mates.
Artemis's eyes brightened suddenly as if remembering something important. "The best day for you to be sent back would be August 30th, 1985," she said, her voice clear and confident.
Athena, always logical, nodded. "It's a day of a full moon. Artemis will be able to find you more easily then."
A small laugh escaped Harriet's lips. "If you're looking for me," she said, her voice laced with amusement despite the gravity of the situation, "look for a male version of me at 4 Privet Drive. Even better, get the government involved. Lily Potter's real mother is the Queen of England. She's been looking for me too, even though we're not related by blood. Family is family."
The room fell into stunned silence, and then, slowly, smiles spread across the faces of her divine parents.
"August 30th, 1985 it is," Artemis said, determination gleaming in her eyes.
Date: August 30th, 1985 (new moon)
Time: 8:00 PM
Location: 4 Privet Drive
The air was heavy and still, as Harriet's eyes fluttered open, her vision blurry from sleep. For a moment, confusion clouded her mind. The ceiling above her was all too familiar…the small, cramped roof of the cupboard under the stairs where she had spent so many nights. Panic seized her as the realization hit. It worked. Her mothers, the Fates, her divine fathers…they had sent her back.
A surge of emotions flooded her mind, but one thought stood out above the rest. I'm...male again. Her hand shakily moved to her chest, and she felt the flatness of it. It was strange and unsettling to be back in this form after so long, but there was no time to dwell on it now. She had a mission, and there were more pressing matters at hand.
Slowly, Harriet...now Harry...tried to move, but pain shot through her body, more specifically her left leg. She gasped, biting back a cry as her leg throbbed intensely. Looking down, she saw the unnatural angle of the limb, and fear gripped her tightly. It's broken.
A memory surfaced, one she had buried deep within herself...the moment Vernon had lashed out in one of his drunken rages, striking her and breaking her leg. The terror of that night echoed through her mind, and the anger that followed made her stomach churn.
But she had to stay calm. If she was going to get out of here, she needed to think clearly. Staying in the cupboard would only make things worse. If no one could see her, no one could help her.
Biting her lip hard, she looked around, spotting an old, worn-out shirt on the floor nearby. She grabbed it, hesitating only for a moment before stuffing part of it into her mouth. The last thing she needed was for Vernon to wake up from her cries. He'd hear her, and then she'd be in for more than a broken leg.
With one deep breath, Harry braced herself. Gritting her teeth against the pain, she crawled forward, using her arms to pull her small frame out of the cupboard and into the hallway. Each movement sent another wave of agony through her leg, but she pushed through it, knowing that freedom, and help, were close.
Finally, after what felt like hours, she managed to prop herself up against the wall opposite the cupboard. Her body trembled from the effort, her breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps. But she was out. I can be seen. That was what mattered.
Sweat beaded on her forehead as she glanced toward the front door. Through the window beside it, she saw the night sky, bathed in bright, silvery moonlight. It was almost surreal how bright the moon shone tonight, casting its glow through the small window. A sense of calm washed over her as she gazed at it. Mother Artemis, she thought with a hint of a smile. You remember me. You're here with me. Thank you.
And then, there was movement outside the house.
A group of figures passed by the window, and Harry's heart leaped in her chest. It was them the police but not just any police untis…it is the firearms unit of the Surrey Police, just as her divine parents had promised. One of the officers, a tall man, stopped dead in his tracks as he glanced through the window, his eyes widening in shock.
He saw her and the way she looked.
Harriet, panting from the pain but desperate for help, raised a trembling hand and pointed at the door. "The door... it's unlocked," she whispered, her voice hoarse. The officer stared at her, clearly startled by the sight of a young child in such a condition. "Please," Harriet added, her words barely audible, "be quiet...If Vernon wakes up...he'll...he'll beat me again and put me in even more pain."
The officer's face tightened with urgency, and he nodded sharply before signaling to his team. A few other officers gathered near the door, their eyes filled with concern and focus. They worked quickly, opening the door as silently as possible.
Within moments, they were inside.
The officer who had first spotted her crouched down next to Harry, his expression a mix of shock and sympathy. "Stay still, son," he said gently, examining her broken leg. "We're going to get you out of here, I promise."
The word "son" echoed in her mind, and despite the pain, she almost wanted to laugh. Son. Right. She was back in this body now.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice weak but filled with relief.
As the officers moved carefully to lift her onto a stretcher, she caught one last glimpse of the full moon shining through the window. Its light seemed to wrap around her like a protective embrace. Artemis…her mother was watching, guiding her.
And with that thought, Harry allowed herself to surrender to the darkness, knowing that for the first time in a very long time, she wasn't alone.
Firearms Unit Leader's Point of View
Date: August 30th, 1985
Time: 8:05 PM
Location: 4 Privet Drive
I watched silently as the paramedics carefully wheeled the boy…Harry, they called him…out of the house and toward the waiting ambulance. His small, frail frame lay motionless on the stretcher, the kind of stillness that makes your stomach turn. I clenched my jaw, trying to push down the flood of emotions that threatened to surface. We're trained for moments like this, but no amount of training prepares you for seeing a child in that state.
My team, armed with MP5A3 smgs, stood nearby, their eyes tracking every movement, their hands ready, just in case. The moon cast a cold, eerie light across the quiet suburban street, and for a moment, everything seemed frozen in time. The kid was being loaded into the ambulance, and part of me wanted to feel relief. He was safe now…at least safer than he had been in that house.
But the hard part was just beginning.
I glanced back at the house, at the front door we had silently entered minutes ago. My fists clenched at the thought of the monsters inside…the Dursleys. The ones who did this. The ones who were still sleeping, unaware that their world was about to come crashing down. They were the real danger, the real target. Arresting them... that would be the hardest part. People like them never go down easy.
As I turned back, I caught a glimpse of the paramedic who was working in the ambulance…a man named Lester Papadopoulos. He was a doctor from University College Hospital who'd been called in specially for this case. His face was tight with focus, his hands steady as he prepared to treat Harry on the way to the hospital. Good. The kid needed every bit of care he could get.
The doors of the ambulance shut with a quiet click, sealing Harry inside, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself a deep breath. One small victory. But then, before any of us could react, I heard the unmistakable sound of shouting…angry, loud, and vicious.
It was Vernon Dursley.
His voice boomed from inside the house, the words thick with rage and hatred. "Where's the boy!?" I could hear him storming through the hallway, his heavy steps rattling the floorboards. "Where's that little freak!? He's out of his cupboard, isn't he!?"
My blood ran cold. The man's tone was vile, dripping with the kind of hatred that made me sick to my core.
And then the words that made my whole team tense. "I'm going to kill that freak! He is out of his cupboard that is it!"
Time seemed to stop for a second as Vernon's shout echoed down the street, reaching not only our ears but the paramedics, the other officers near the patrol cars, and even those inside the ambulance.
I snapped out of the shock quickly. "Move!" I barked, my voice cutting through the tense atmosphere. "We're arresting him now!"
The team reacted instantly, MP5s raised as we surged toward the house. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, adrenaline coursing through me. There was no way we were going to let that man hurt anyone ever again. Not Harry. Not anyone.
As we approached the door, I could see Vernon's shadow looming near the entryway. He was frantic, his face red with fury, his eyes wild. He hadn't spotted us yet, too consumed with his anger.
"Stay back!" I shouted as we entered the house. My team spread out, covering all angles on the man as I stepped forward.
Vernon's head snapped toward us, his face contorting into a snarl. "What the hell are you doing in my house!?" he roared, spittle flying from his mouth.
"We're here to arrest you, Vernon Dursley," I said, my voice cold, every word sharp and clear. "Step back now and put your hands where we can see them."
For a moment, I thought he might try to fight us. His hands twitched at his sides, his fists clenching as though he wanted to charge, to lash out. But he must've seen the MP5s, the sheer number of us because he hesitated. Good. That hesitation was all we needed.
I nodded to my team, and they moved in, securing him swiftly and without incident. Vernon struggled at first, of course…men like him always do. But soon enough, he was on the ground, his hands cuffed behind his back.
I stared down at him, the man who had tormented a child, who had dared to raise a hand against an innocent. "You're done," I told him. "This is over."
He spat at the ground, a guttural growl escaping his throat, but I didn't care. Nothing he said mattered anymore. The law was on our side, and more importantly, that child was safe now.
As my team finished up, I took a step back, my heart still racing. It wasn't over yet. We'd need to get Petunia and Dudley as well, but Vernon Dursley…the worst of them…was in custody. We'd protect Harry now, no matter what.
And for the first time in a long while, I allowed myself to hope that justice might be served…no it will, as I see the blood on the door of the cupboard under the stairs and the blood leading to it.
3rd Person's Point of View
Date: August 30th, 1985
Time: 8:35 PM
Location: University College Hospital, 235 Euston Rd., London NW1 2BU, United Kingdom
The bustling halls of University College Hospital were filled with the usual flurry of activity that came with the night shift. Doctors and nurses prepared for the long hours ahead, some already reviewing patient charts while others made rounds. The air was thick with the low hum of medical machinery, a familiar soundtrack to their lives.
As the team settled in for the evening, a call came over the hospital communication system that made several of the doctors freeze in place. The name they heard was one they recognized from news articles, though the situation they were about to face was not about fame. It was about saving a life.
"Ambulance 472 ETA five minutes, carrying one 'Harry James Potter,' 5-year-old male, with severe injuries. Initial findings suggest a broken leg and signs of extreme physical abuse."
Several doctors exchanged uneasy glances. The weight of the situation set in quickly. This wasn't just any child; this was the boy who had been missing for years, whose family was embroiled in mystery and now cruelty. Some of the doctors immediately began to prepare mentally for the worst.
In a corner of the room though the radio to the hosptial, Dr. Lester Papadopoulos had already contacted the hospital from the ambulance, his voice calm but the urgency clear. "The boy is in stable condition for now," he had reported. "But we're dealing with serious trauma…both physical and psychological. We're en route."
As the minutes ticked by, some of the doctors offered quiet prayers, hoping that the situation wouldn't require surgery. "Let's hope lord Apollo is watching over this one," one muttered under their breath, glancing up at the sky through the window. Outside, there wasn't a cloud in sight. The night sky was clear, the full moon casting a luminous glow over London.
For many, the moon held no particular significance, but for others, it was a sign…a symbol of Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, the protector of children. A couple of nurses glanced out the window and shared quiet, hopeful smiles, feeling a sense of calm under the full moon's light.
The ambulance arrived at the ER entrance right on schedule, and as the doors opened, the paramedics swiftly but carefully unloaded the stretcher. Harry lay on it, his small body fragile, the bandaged leg visibly splinted. His face was pale, but his eyes, though glazed with pain, held a flicker of awareness.
As they wheeled him into the bright lights of the hospital, one of the nurses turned to the head doctor, her face a mixture of confusion and curiosity. "Doctor, the boy...he was asking for someone. A female named Artemis."
The head doctor, Dr. Patel, raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Artemis? As in the goddess or a female with the frist or last name of Artemis?"
Before he could say anything more, the automatic doors to the ER slid open once again, and a figure stepped through. A woman, dressed in a crisp black tuxedo, walked in with an air of confidence that seemed to make the entire room stand still. She moved with a grace that was almost otherworldly, and though her appearance was modern, there was something timeless about her presence. Her hair, dark and sleek, shimmered under the fluorescent lights, and her piercing silver eyes scanned the room until they landed on the stretcher.
With a light smile, the woman stepped forward, her gaze softening as it fell upon Harry. "I'm Diana Artemis," she said, her voice calm yet commanding. There was no need for an explanation, no hesitation in her steps. She was who she said she was, and the weight of that name made the room fall silent.
Harry, his mind clouded with pain, stirred at the sound of her voice. "Mother...Artemis?" he whispered at hearing his mothers voice, his small voice barely audible over the buzz of the hospital equipment.
The goddess knelt beside the stretcher, her expression gentle as she took his hand in hers. "Yes, my sweet child. I'm here," Artemis said softly, her voice filled with warmth and reassurance.
The tension that had filled Harry's small frame seemed to loosen slightly as he felt her presence abd her hand in hus. His eyes, heavy with exhaustion and pain, fluttered closed, but not before a faint smile touched his lips. He knew now…he wasn't alone.
The staff around them watched in quiet awe. The boy had asked for Artemis, and somehow, Artemis had come. There was no question in their minds that this woman...this figure of strength and serenity...was the one Harry needed. The room, once filled with the clatter of medical equipment and hurried voices, now felt peaceful under the weight of something far greater than any of them could fully comprehend.
Dr. Patel, still in mild disbelief but recognizing the importance of the moment, stepped forward. "Miss Artemis," he began carefully, "we're doing everything we can for him. We're ready to assess his injuries and provide the best care."
Artemis nodded, her gaze never leaving Harry. "Thank you, doctor," she said softly. "You'll find he is stronger than he looks."
The doctors and nurses moved into action, their previous tension dissipating as they began to work around Artemis, knowing somehow that with her there, Harry was in good hands.
As they wheeled him into a more private room for further examination, Artemis stayed by his side, holding his hand. Outside, the full moon shone brighter, casting its protective light over the hospital and all in side of it as if was watching over it.
Inside, a small boy who had suffered so much already began the slow journey to healing, guided by the hand of a goddess who had never forgotten him.
Time: 10:35 PM
Location: Private Room, University College Hospital, 235 Euston Rd., London NW1 2BU, United Kingdom
The private room was quiet, save for the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor attached to the small figure lying in the hospital bed. Artemis sat beside her daughter's bedside, her hand gently holding Harriet's. She had promised the doctors that she would be able to stay, and nothing would tear her away from her daughter's side tonight. Even though Harriet was in her male form, locked in that body until she was 37, Artemis knew who lay before her...it was her daughter. The doctors and nurses saw Harry Potter, a young boy ravaged by trauma, but Artemis saw Harriet, her little moon, her precious daughter.
The hospital staff had been respectful, though many had shown surprise at Artemis's insistence on staying with her "son." They didn't understand, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that Harriet was here, safe, and that Artemis could protect her now.
The door to the room opened softly, and Artemis didn't need to look up to know who had arrived. Athena, her sister and fellow goddess, stepped in, her expression stoic yet softened by the love she felt for the young girl lying before them.
"She's resting sister," Artemis whispered, her voice low to not disturb the quiet.
Athena nodded, stepping closer to the bed. "I know," she said, her grey eyes scanning Harriet's fragile form. "Our daughter is strong, though. She always has been."
Artemis sighed softly. "Yes, but even the strongest can break we both know that."
The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken fears. But Athena had not come merely to check on Harriet. She had news. "Aphrodite is on her way," she said gently, breaking the silence. "She's bringing Hermione with her."
Artemis's lips quivered into a faint smile. Hermione was one of Harriet's bound mates, one of the seventeen. It was good that she would be here...perhaps her presence would bring comfort to Harriet when she woke.
But when the door opened again a few minutes later, it wasn't just Aphrodite and Hermione who entered room.
Artemis's eyes widened as she took in the sight. Fleur and Gabrielle Delacour stood with them. Gabrielle, only a few months younger than Harry, walked in with Fleur's arm draped around her shoulder protectively. The air in the room shifted, thick with recognition and the bond that tied these girls to Harriet. Three of her bound mates were here.
The sight of the three girls together made Artemis's heart ache with bittersweet joy. She hadn't expected this many to gather so soon, but it seemed fate had other plans.
"Artemis…sister….," Aphrodite said, her voice gentle as she took in the scene. "....I couldn't bring just one. They both needed to be here as well, not only that I was in Delacour family manor when I returned back in time so I jabed them as well."
Athena, standing beside Artemis, smiled slightly. "The bonds between them are stronger than even we expected."
Fleur's blue eyes scanned the room until they settled on the figure in the bed. The shock of seeing Harriet…Harry…in male form was clear on her face. Gabrielle's eyes widened, and even Hermione looked taken aback. But then, as if remembering something important, they exchanged a glance and seemed to relax. They knew the truth…Harriet had been locked in her male form until she turned 37. Now, with the rest of her timeline, she could return to her true form, her female body, when the time was right.
As the minutes passed in quiet conversation between the goddesses, a soft stir came from the bed.
Harriet's eyes fluttered open, her breathing unsteady as she returned to consciousness. The first thing she felt was a deep, comforting warmth surrounding her...a presence she recognized immediately. Her gaze moved, and there, sitting by her side, were her mothers. Artemis, Athena, and even Aphrodite, who stood with a soft, encouraging smile.
"Mother…" Harriet whispered, her voice barely above a breath.
"Yes, my little moon," Artemis whispered back, her hand tightening around Harriet's. "We're here."
But then, as Harriet's vision cleared, she saw them…Hermione, Fleur, and Gabrielle. Her bound mates. A sharp pang of fear shot through her chest as her mind raced. Do they remember me like this? Her heart pounded, and her breath quickened. She was terrified of what they might think, seeing her in this form, the male body she'd been trapped in for so long. What if they didn't remember? What if they couldn't see the real her?
Gabrielle, ever intuitive, saw the flicker of fear in Harriet's eyes and wasted no time. Without a word, the young girl climbed onto the bed and gently wrapped her arms around Harriet, pulling her close in a warm, loving and a protective embrace.
"Harriet," Gabrielle whispered softly into her ear, "we remember. We know this is just a form. You are still you, our Harriet." Her voice was soothing, like the gentle lapping of waves, and it calmed the storm raging inside Harriet's heart.
Fleur nodded from where she stood, her eyes filled with warmth and love. "We've always known," she said softly, stepping closer to the bed. "And we will always love you, no matter what form you take."
Hermione, ever the steadfast companion, nodded firmly as well. "We're all here, Harriet. We always have been, and we always will be. Don't be afraid."
The words, the love radiating from her bound mates, washed over Harriet like a balm. Tears welled up in her eyes, but this time they were not tears of fear. They were tears of relief, of overwhelming gratitude. She was safe. She was loved. They remembered her.
Artemis watched the scene unfold, her heart swelling with pride and love for her daughter and the bonds that tied her to these girls. This was the beginning of Harriet's healing, the start of a new life where she would not have to face her trials alone.
With Gabrielle still holding her close, Harriet's trembling began to subside, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, she allowed herself to believe that everything might just be alright.
Her mothers, her bound mates…she wasn't alone anymore. And that made all the difference in the world.
Date: August 31st, 1985
Time: 5:30 AM (7 Hours Later)
Location: Private Room, University College Hospital, 235 Euston Rd., London NW1 2BU, United Kingdom
Harriet stirred slowly in her hospital bed, the first rays of dawn peeking through the edges of the blinds. Her body ached with the residual pain from her injuries, but the warmth of the soft blankets provided some comfort. She blinked as her vision cleared, and her mind slowly came to full consciousness. The room was quiet, save for the low hum of machines monitoring her vitals, and for a moment, she thought she was alone.
But then, she felt it…a familiar presence. Sitting beside her, ever watchful and patient, was her mother, Artemis.
"Mother," Harriet whispered softly, her voice hoarse but filled with warmth. She was grateful to see her mother still there, her ever-constant protector.
Artemis turned toward her, her silver eyes bright with tenderness. "Yes, my little moon," she replied, her voice a soothing balm. "I am here."
Harriet's mind immediately began to search for the others...her bound mates, her other mothers. She opened her mouth to ask, but before she could form the words, Artemis anticipated her concern.
"Don't worry my daughter…they are fine….," Artemis said gently. "...Hermione, Fleur, and Gabrielle are safe. They're staying at a nearby hotel with Athena and Aphrodite. You'll see them again soon."
A wave of relief washed over Harriet at those words. She exhaled softly, her heart a little lighter knowing her loved ones were close by. But before she could dwell on the thought, the door to her room creaked open, and a tall figure stepped inside.
It was her father, Apollo.
Dressed in a modern doctor's uniform, he looked every bit the part, clipboard in hand and a calm, reassuring expression on his face. Harriet noticed the name tag pinned to his chest...Dr. Lester Papadopoulos...and a small smile tugged at her lips.
"Dad," she greeted softly, remembering him from the ambulance and ER. "Thank you for being there."
Apollo grinned, his golden aura almost palpable. "I wouldn't miss it for the world, kiddo. Besides, I have to make sure my daughter gets the best care." He waved the clipboard lightly, flipping through the pages. "Your medical chart is...well, let's just say it's a little more eventful than most."
Harriet chuckled softly, though the sound was tinged with bitterness. Her mind drifted back to the Dursleys, and a shadow passed over her face as she remembered Vernon. But that wasn't what filled her with dread now. It was the thought of someone else...the person who had tormented her with an even crueler precision than Vernon ever could.
"Marge," Harriet murmured, her expression darkening as the memory of Vernon's sister surfaced. "She was there yesterday. She... she always took pleasure in hurting me, especially when she had that damned dog with her, Ripper." The thought of that ferocious bulldog made Harriet shudder. "She said she'd be back this morning to….to help with the 'training,'" she added, her voice thick with disgust and fear.
Apollo's smile faded, replaced with a sharp, cold glint in his eyes. His jovial demeanor vanished as he set the clipboard down on the table. "Not anymore," he said, his tone firm. "She won't be hurting you again, Harriet. I'll make sure of it."
Before Harriet could respond, the door opened again, and two female police officers entered the room. Both of them wore the blue uniforms of the Surrey Police, but what caught Harriet's eye were the symbols on their collars...Zeus's lightning bolt. Harriet's heart skipped a beat. They knew. They knew who she really was.
The officers exchanged a look with Apollo, a silent understanding passing between them, before turning their attention to Harriet. Their faces were kind, but there was a seriousness in their eyes that showed they weren't here just for a casual chat.
"We're here to ask you a few questions, Harriet," one of the officers began, her voice calm and professional. Her collar bore the rank of sergeant, and the other officer, standing beside her, had the same rank. "We know your current form is male, but we are aware of your true identity." She glanced at Apollo, giving a small nod of acknowledgment. "We are here to ensure justice is served."
Harriet took a deep breath, bracing herself. She knew this was necessary, but reliving the horrors of her time with the Dursleys wasn't something she wanted to do. Still, with the presence of her parents and the knowledge that her bound mates were nearby, she felt a sense of strength. She began to recount everything...Vernon's abuse, Petunia's complicity, Marge's cruelty. As she spoke, one of the officers jotted down notes, listing the charges that would be brought against them.
The two officers listened intently, never interrupting except to ask clarifying questions. They remained calm and respectful, but Harriet could see the flashes of anger in their eyes, their desire to bring justice to the child who had suffered so much.
Just as Harriet finished explaining what had happened the previous night, the door opened once more. Another female officer stepped inside, her presence commanding and her collar adorned with Zeus's symbol as well. But unlike the others, this officer held the rank of Inspector, and in her hands was a file and an envelope, both of which bore the royal seal.
"Harriet Potter?" the Inspector said as she approached. "I have something for you, from your adoptive grandmother...the Queen of England."
Harriet's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing. The Queen...Lily Potter's real mother, who had been searching for her all these years. The envelope was handed to her, and as her trembling fingers took it, Harriet glanced up at her father Apollo, then to her mother Artemis.
"She's always been looking for you, even when you were lost," Artemis said softly, her eyes full of love and pride. "And now, you're found."
Time: 5:40 AM
Harriet sat up in her hospital bed, the letter from her adoptive grandmother, Queen Elizabeth II, resting gently in her lap. Her fingers traced the delicate edges of the paper as she read the words once more, letting the love and warmth from each sentence settle deep in her chest.
"My dearest Harriet," the letter began, filled with love and understanding. Queen Elizabeth had known all along, not only about her life, her hardships, and her eventual death as a male but also about her true heritage...being the daughter of the Greek gods. Despite this incredible revelation, the Queen's words were gentle, filled with the same compassion that any grandmother would have for her granddaughter.
"You have lived a life full of challenges, my dear, but you have always had a place with us, with me. Though you were taken from us, and your true nature kept hidden, you will always be a part of our family. My love for you remains, as strong as it ever was. I hope you know that you can return to us, and we will embrace you with open arms. I have always believed in you, and now that you are back, we will never be apart again."
The letter ended with a signature that made Harriet's heart swell:
"With love, your adoptive grandmother, Elizabeth II, the Queen of England."
Harriet closed her eyes, letting the reality sink in. She was truly wanted. Despite the life she had been forced to endure, she had a family...a grandmother...who had been searching for her, who had wanted her all along. A tear slid down her cheek, not from sadness, but from relief.
But the peace didn't last long.
From the hallway outside, a loud, familiar voice pierced the quiet. Harriet's stomach twisted in an instant, her body tensing as the voice that haunted her memories reached her ears.
Marge Dursley.
"That freak is here, isn't he?" Marge's voice was filled with venom. "Where's that little rat? I'll give him something to cry about!"
Harriet's eyes flew open, and her heart began to race. The officers in the room with her immediately tensed, exchanging glances. They knew this was the opportunity they had been waiting for...the chance to catch Marge in the act. But that meant Harriet would need to endure it again, even just for a moment.
"You don't have to do this my little moon," Artemis whispered, her hand resting on Harriet's shoulder, her eyes filled with concern. Apollo, too, looked at Harriet with a mixture of worry and resolve.
Harriet, though scared, understood what needed to be done. "It's the only way," she said, her voice steady despite the fear building inside her. "They need physical evidence. Marge's abuse...and Ripper's...will leave marks. Wounds the police can use against her."
The officers nodded in agreement. "If we can catch her in the act," one of the sergeants said quietly, "we'll have all the evidence we need to arrest her and press charges. It'll give us the grounds to search her home too."
Harriet bit her lip but nodded. She knew what needed to be done. "Hide in the hallway," she instructed, her voice quiet but determined. "Wait for my signal. You'll know when it's time."
Artemis and Apollo shared a glance before Artemis knelt by Harriet's side. "Ripper," Harriet began, her voice trembling slightly, "he'll only stop if Marge tells him to. Once he starts, I won't be able to get him off. He needs to be... put down." Her voice cracked on the last words.
Artemis's eyes darkened with anger, but she nodded. "I'll take care of it," she said, her voice cold and steady. "It will be quick."
Harriet's heart tightened. She knew what she was asking of her mother, but it was the only way. Artemis, strong as ever, kissed her forehead before slipping out of the room with Apollo and the officers.
Seconds later, the door creaked open, and Marge stormed into the room, her face twisted in fury. And there, following close behind, was Ripper, the vicious bulldog snarling as he eyed Harriet.
"There you are, you little freak!" Marge spat, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "I've been waiting for this!"
Harriet stayed silent, her heart pounding in her chest. Her body froze in place, fear consuming her, but she knew she had to endure this one last time.
"Ripper! Attack!" Marge barked, her voice shrill and commanding.
With a vicious growl, Ripper lunged at Harriet, his jaws sinking into her leg with a ferocity that sent shockwaves of pain through her body. Harriet screamed, her voice piercing the air, a signal to those waiting just outside. Blood quickly stained the bedding beneath her as Ripper's sharp teeth tore into her flesh, the pain unbearable.
Before the dog could do more damage, there was a blur of movement. In an instant, a silver arrow embedded itself into Ripper's side right at the heart, and the dog let out a final, whimpering growl before collapsing, lifeless, to the ground.
Artemis stood in the doorway, her hand still raised, her face emotionless as she watched the aftermath. "It is done," she said quietly.
At the same moment, the officers burst into the room, guns drawn. "Marge Dursley, you're under arrest!" one of the sergeants declared, her voice strong as they moved toward the now-panicked woman.
"What? No! I was just...!" Marge stammered, but the officers weren't having any of it. They swiftly cuffed her as she screamed in protest, dragging her from the room.
Harriet's breathing was labored, the pain in her leg overwhelming, but she felt the warmth of her father's hands as Apollo quickly began to wrap her leg in bandages, his golden aura soothing her.
"I'll make it better, my daughter," he murmured to her, his voice gentle as he tightened the bandages around her wound.
Artemis stayed by her side, her hand holding Harriet's as she watched Marge being led away, her voice calm but filled with righteous fury. "Harriet," she said softly, "do you want to say anything to her before she goes?"
Harriet, still trembling, nodded. With Apollo's help, she sat up, her voice shaking but filled with determination. "Marge," she called out, her voice echoing in the room as the officers paused to let her speak even though Harriet is in pain.
Marge glared at her, still defiant, but Harriet's words cut through the air like a blade. "Marjorie Eileen "Marge" Dursley…the goddess of home and hearth…Lady Hestia…will curse you. No matter where you go or what home you try to make, there will be no warmth for you…only the Hard bitter cold. And the other gods will not stop there, they in time will come in time with their cruses, and in time, you'll die alone. And when that day comes, Hades will take his pleasure in giving you the pain you've always loved to give to me if not more."
Marge's face paled, her bravado crumbling as Harriet's words sank in. The officers led her away, her protests turning to terrified silence as she disappeared from view.