Authors Note- This is a Fem!Harry/Severus Snape pairing, if you don't like, don't read. This is also rated M, for violence, gruesome scenes, explicit content and foul language. I do hope you all enjoy it. Also, I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter, I'm just here to play around with her world and characters.

Summary- Harriet cried as her Bonded spoke his final words "Do it.. Change..everything.. I will..never..stop loving..you, Harriet. Look..at..me." With a howl of rage, at the Headmaster, at Voldemort, at the Wizarding World as a whole, Harriet shoved by her 'friends', disarmed Voldemort, then vanished as the explosion began. 'You will be avenged, my Love, Bonded and Chosen.'

Prologue.

A young thirteen year-old boy stood silently near a river, just gazing at it. It helped calm him when times were stressful. This night he needed that calmness more than ever, or he would end up trying to find those pathetic Muggle boys who hurt his sister.

You see, young Albus Dumbledore was naturally a good boy. He believed that everyone had some sort of goodness in them. Naive really. No matter how good a person may be, they still feared what they did not know, as was proven this night.

His little sister, Ariana, had been attacked because of what she was. Because others didn't have what she did.

The Muggles, non-magical people, had beaten her. A nine year-old little girl. They kicked her, punched her, pulled her hair.. No matter how much she had pleaded, had screamed for them to stop, they didn't.

Albus felt the rage boiling up again, and his magic reacted to it, causing ripples along the water.

"You best calm down, kid," a voice spoke up behind him. "Keep causing waves like that, your Ministry will send out a letter."

Albus spun round, and saw a slightly older boy smirking at him. He wanted to curse the boy, but his breath caught in his throat. The boy was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. He had blonde hair down to his shoulders, and it was wavy. He had cheekbones that could cut steel. After looking over his face, Albus quickly decided that the best feature on this stranger were his eyes. They were blue, piercing blue. Unbeknownst to Albus, this was when his crush had started.

"Glad to see that caught your attention," the boy continued to smirk at his expression.

Albus controlled his irritation, "And who are you? You're not from around here."

"No, I'm not," the boy started walking towards him. "But, I have family who are."

"You didn't answer my question."

"No, I didn't."

Albus couldn't control his irritation any longer, and the strangers smirk just widened. "Well, are you going to? If not, then I'm kinda busy." He then turned back around to the river.

"I'll answer, if you answer first," the boys voice was suddenly behind him, which made Albus jump a little.

"Albus, my name is Albus."

"Gellert, my name is Gellert," he replied slightly mocking.

"How did you find me?" Albus looked at him suspiciously.

"With that amount of magic practically dripping from you, it would be hard not to find you," Gellert replied dryly.

Now that Albus had managed to get his focus off of Gellert's face, he noticed a slight accent in his voice. Nothing too noticeable, but enough to know he wasn't born in England, or Great Britain in general.

"Are you magical as well?" Albus asked curiously.

"Yes."

"I'm guessing you go to Durmstrang?"

"How did you figure that one out?" Gellert sounded amused.

"You have a slight accent in your voice," Albus blushed. "Plus I've never seen you in Hogwarts, nor when Beauxbatons came to visit."

Gellert stayed silent for a while, which allowed Albus to concentrate on the river.

"So, kid, what's got you out here and letting your magic go like that?"

"None of your business," Albus replied coolly.

"Come on," Gellert turned Albus around so they were looking at each other. "You obviously need someone to talk to, so talk to me."

"Why should I? I don't know you."

"Exactly," Gellert smiled. "I'm a stranger, which means I don't have any personal feelings for your situation. I might be able to give you some advice."

Albus stayed silent but kept glancing at Gellert from time to time. He really did want someone to talk to, but he wasn't sure that Gellert would be the right person. Sure he was being nice, but there was something that made Albus a bit wary of him.

Eventually, his need for someone to listen overrode his caution. "My little sister got attacked today."

Gellert shot a glance at him, but Albus was completely focused on the gentle waves in the water.

"She's only nine, just a little girl. She was practising magic in the park when some boys found her. They beat her bloody," his voice shook with rage as he spoke. "She came home covered in blood, with parts of her hair ripped out. She didn't deserve that, she wasn't doing anything wrong."

"I'm guessing the boys who did were Muggles?"

"Yes," Albus looked at him, his eyes were hard. "It's taking all my control not to go after them and make them pay for what they did."

"Muggles are filth," Gellert murmured distastefully. "You have too much to lose if you went after them right now. Bid your time. All Muggles will eventually get what they deserve."

"I can't just let them get away with it!" Albus shouted. "She's my little sister, it's my job to protect her from things like this!"

"I know," Gellert put a hand on his shoulder. "You have a trace on your wand, if you do anything now, you'll get yourself expelled. It's disgusting what they did, no filth should ever touch one of us. But, you have to be smart. They will pay, eventually. I promise you that."

"I hate the fact we have to hide from them," Albus was oblivious from the calculating look that entered Gellert's eyes. "We're stronger than them, we're better than them. They should hide from us."

"I completely agree," Gellert let a hint of a smile cross his features. "Some day, we will never have to hide from them, some day, they will all understand exactly what we are."

"What do you mean?" Albus asked.

Gellert laughed, "You'll find out."

"Okay," Albus let his answer slide. "What family do you have that live around here?"

"My aunt Bathilda Bagshot."

"I know her!" His eyes lit up. "She's friends with my mum. She's lovely."

"Yes, I know," Gellert grinned. "She is the best person I have in my life."

"Do you visit her often?" Albus inquired.

"Not as often as I should," Gellert shrugged. "Although, after meeting you, I find myself wanting to visit more."

Albus blushed brightly, "You should. I've never really had a friend, magical or otherwise."

"I'd love to be your friend, Albus."

"I'd love to be yours as well," Albus grinned brightly.

Albus drifted back into the present. It wasn't the first time he had reminisced about the first time he had met Gellert. He still remembered the warmth that had rushed through his body when Gellert had promised that the Muggles would pay for what they did to his dear sister.

He also remembered what they did to them.

Now though, everything had changed. He was alone. Gellert was rotting in prison because he had took things too far.

Albus had a new goal in mind. He was going to continue what Gellert had started, but more subtly.

Once everything was in order, he was going to free Gellert, so they could rule the world together.

Just as it was meant to be.