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Female Harry Potter/FEM Harry Potter!

Thought I'd get this idea out so it didn't sit in the corner and collect dust. IDK where this may go.

If anything, pairings will be Levi/Harriet in the long run. Slow build. I decided on that name for her because I didn't want to fully change it from Harry, but I didn't exactly want Harry as her name. This is just a 'pre-run' I may hash out more ideas and update it or as I go along.

Enjoy! I love reviews. Constructive crit. is welcome. I want to learn to write better, not hear that you didn't like it and not offer anything in return.

Rating: M for a reason. This character is going to be blunt, faced too much and wont take shit from people.

Smoldering Ferocity

Chapter One

Grubby hands grasped at the thick shawl draped around her thin frame as she sneered up at the man before her. Scarlet strands of hair hung in clumps around her thin face, ominous green eyes causing shivers to run up the man's spine. With a scowl making its way across his ugly face, he then shoved the small girl forward.

"I ain't got time for this, you fucking piece of shit." He snarled while pulling the shawl away from her and dropping it on the ground. His dirty hands found her thin wrist and she struggled, hissing like a cat as he dragged her after him. Unkempt fingernails dug into his hand before he shook her, letting out a snarl in the process. Teeth suddenly found their way into his hand and the man howled, releasing the girl in his sudden bout of pain. The girl on the other hand gained her footing and ran.

Long strands of hair flew into her face, but she kept running, hoping to find a safe place. Her bare feet dug into dirt, the sun blazing bright and people scattering at the sight of a dreadful looking creature that was called a child scampering past them. She spun around a corner and her stomach dropped at the sight of a dead end within the alleyway she chose. Heavy footsteps filled her ears and the girl felt a jolt of fear go through her stomach. Glancing over her shoulder, she found her eyes settling onto the man that she bit.

"If he didn't want you so bad, I'd fucking gut you right here and now your worthless piece of shit!"

If she were in any other situation, she would have asked who the hell he was talking about, but she was too busy trying to think of a way out of this situation.

The girl scrambled forwards, begging the wall to open up for her, wishing for once that she had access to her long-ago weapon.

She needed her god damned wand.

Palms slammed against the wall in an attempt to get it to open, but as seconds passed by, all she could do was whimper as she spun around, heart in her throat at the sight of the man suddenly standing mere feet from her.

'Think damnit, think Harriet!'

The man lunged for her and Harriet dove to the side, wiggling from his reach like a squirming worm, and rolling to her feet, she quickly took off, her heart in her throat. Skidding out of the alleyway, she slammed into a dressed-up woman, whose dress spoke of how rich she was. Shrieking met Harriet's ears as the woman swatted at her with a hand-held paper fan. She ducked, scooting underneath the woman's many skirts and out the other side, laughing at the ear curdling squeal leaving the lady.

She made sure to tuck the small coin purse that she had lifted off the woman, into her pocket.

Weaving through carts being drawn by horses, she soon found herself on the other side of the street and took off down another alley, grateful that it wasn't a dead end like the other one.

Scrambling up some boxes that she spotted against one wall, she hurriedly clambered to the top, pulling herself over the lip of the roof and sprawling out on top of it once she cleared it. Her breathing came in hot and heavy, her small frame trying to adjust to the adrenaline that coursed through her.

She's been chased by vendors, by scruffy looking dogs, out of shops, and those she's pickpocketed before, but never had she been targeted by someone like that. Here at least. In her previous life, that was entirely different.

A frown tugged at her lips as she gazed up at the bright blue sky. She wasn't used to the sky these days. Too often it happened to be the stupid underground ceiling she would see. It was her luck though, that she had learned how to cast a small notice-me-not spell that allowed her to venture the streets above ground. Unfortunately, it drained her, seeing that she was only seven years old in this world and her measly magical core was still growing.

Harriet Potter had been reborn into a world where humans were on the brink of extinction because of these creatures called Titans outside their walls.

She snorted, holding her hand up to the blue sky with clouds and trying to grasp one. Being reborn into this cruel world, where her parents abandoned her at the age of four had the girl wanting nothing to do with it. Three years by herself and she was still alive. Mostly thanks to her magic that followed her. If she was hunger, food would land in her lap. If she was cold, magic would warm her right up. And on and on it would keep doing it.

It kept her alive. It just wouldn't let her die. Not like she could seriously die, being MOD and all. (Death for her current body, yes, but she'll continue to be reborn, or so she thinks.) That didn't mean she wanted to die. Having to go through infancy again wasn't at the top of her list of things to do. A long life was better than constantly dealing with an infant body if she offed herself and were to be reborn again.

Harriet sat up, looking at her dirty limbs. She needed a shower, badly. Even a lake would do right now. It's been over a month since she's had a good scrub. Didn't have any money, you see. To pay for a god damned shower.

In the underground, there was no weather, it was always cold and gloomy. Sure, it became dark when lights were put out, but it always seemed to be this one constant gloomy brightness. Sometimes it would get hot, especially if it were a muggy day above, but not much. Winter on the other hand had many of the underground people freezing to death if they slept on the streets. Harriet's first encounter with a frozen homeless person had caused the girl to hide away in her alcove for a good week. She was no stranger to death, having died herself, but the reminder that she could still die here had the girl on edge. Having died once, painfully she might add, she wasn't up for another round anytime soon.

Standing up, she then brushed her jagged and torn pants off, scowling at the dirty cloth. She needed to head back to her alcove before night settled in. Too many shady characters seemed to prowl at that time, especially on younger girls.

She was no stranger to the whore houses that were run throughout the underground. Some men at one point even mistaking her as part of that group.

Harriet scoffed. Like she'll let any fucking pervert touch her body.

Glancing over the edge of the roof and making sure that crazy man wasn't in sight, Harriet made sure to coax as much of her magic from her core as she could at her current age before casting a notice-me-not spell.

Winded from the magic usage, she clambered down from the roof when she deemed it alright, slinking around people and making her way for the underground entrance. Slipping past the guards was easy. Skipping down the stairs in a hurry, she scooted around the elderly lady that sat close to the bottom of the stairs, a beaten-up cup held in her hands as she begged those that walked by for coin.

In her other world, she may have given up the coin purse that she had lifted off that rich lady today to that older one, but not here. Not in the underground. It meant life or death and Harriet promised herself that she would get out of this fucking place. Maybe even head to Shiganshina or one of the other outer districts. No way in hell was she staying here. If only her god damned so-called parents in this life left her citizenship papers with her, she could have easily managed a life up there. Yet, without those papers, she couldn't do squat. To leave this place meant to hand over a citizenship before even leaving the Underground.

Magic could only get a girl of seven so far. Maybe with a wand, she could have made an easy life above, but she didn't have one here.

Making her way through the streets, she finally located the climb that she did daily to get to the alcove she had deemed her own. It was part of a building, high up and overlooking a large marketplace. There should have been a door or staircase leading up to it, but Harriet had mustered up a large portion of magic to seal the door closed with a locking charm.

Nothing short of blowing the door up or probably shooting it, would get it to budge. That is, if they were even capable of getting through the muggle repelling charm around the entrance.

Struggling to haul herself up the wall, (it was the only way in with sealing the room off) Harriet tumbled through the large window, huffing. The climb usually was easy for her, but with the overuse of magic in the past couple hours, she was working on fumes right now.

"Eck! Go away Sirius!" she cried out as slobber suddenly took over her face. She pushed the mutt away, cleaning the drool off with her brown looking shirt. Harriet had taken in a stray dog, black straggly fur and tall, ungainly limbs drawing her in. It reminded her of Sirius so much that it made her heart ache. The dog thrived on her attention. Sometimes she swears he's just there to eat her out of her small measly portions that she was able to scavenger up.

With the coin purse though, Harriet could probably afford two weeks' or more worth of food if she budgeted correctly. A whine had her bright green eyes focusing on the dog and she finally caved, scratching it behind the ears.

God, why did she take in a pet? Not like she could really take care of herself right now anyways.

Pushing Sirius away, Harriet got to her feet, bare and dirty as always. Digging through her small cabinet, she decided on potatoes once again. It was seriously the only thing cheap these days.

How she longed for Hogwarts and the welcoming feast.

"Ugh…" she groaned, hand coming to rest upon her growling stomach. She was going to be short in this god damned life as well. Malnutrition at its finest.

Once she was filled and tucked into bed, Harriet gazed out the window, lights from below making the underground ceiling glow an eerie yellow. She missed the sky, the wind blowing through her hair, the feel of a broom underneath her and the freedom flying gave her.

"We'll be free…one day."

Oooo

Harriet sighed, mind wandering as she sat opposite the dirty fountain in the market. She wouldn't go near that thing even with a ten-foot pole. Who knows how many of the kids born in this place had already been in it. Disease was not something she wanted to encounter.

Picking at the hem of her shirt, Harriet debated on using the money she had stolen for a new outfit. She had been mulling it over all week, but the warm bread that settled in her stomach day and night along with porridge had her wavering. It had been years since she had such a filling meal, and to waste money on clothing? Yet she needed it, especially with a growing (not really) body.

Clean clothing honestly sounded extremely enticing.

First, a bath.

There were public showers, not something Harriet enjoyed, but with the cash on her, she could purchase soap and a towel, and pay those fuckers who sat on their lazy asses outside those public showers all day and scarfed down money like fiends from anyone that wanted to use the showers.

With a frown, she stood from the small bench against the wall and headed for the least priced clothing store.

The bell jingled as she walked out, holding a parcel containing new clothing, and dare she say it; Boots. Harriet had enough money to buy fucking boots.

"About fucking time." She spat, swiftly purchasing shower supplies and heading for the showers. Maybe a notice-me-not spell might work? No, too much noise was made when the pipes chugged up hot water.

"Well, if it isn't the cynical little shit! Here to scrub that filth off you?" an older man, probably late twenties, ground out. He already looked like he was in his late forties, the underground not being pleasant to him. Harriet had pissed him off with her attitude when they had first met. The other guy next to him sighed heavily.

"Leave her be man. We already know that she has the fucking devils luck on her side." He grumbled, recalling the bad things that had happened to him and his buddy after refusing the girl before them a shower because she was out of money.

The nasty grin that spread across her face had them both flinching. Reaching into her pocket, she produced two coins, enough for an hour-long shower.

"Don't interrupt me." She ground out, slapping it down into the older man's hand, and stalked into the showers.

"Fucking bitch." He murmured, pocketing the coin. His partner flinched when an odd sound left his buddy. Turning, his eyes widened at the sight of garish pink hair, his moustache the exact same color.

"I told you…" he managed to get out before a punch found his nose.

Oooo

God, she loved showers.

Her dull hair was now its natural scarlet color, curly and all over the place. Her skin was its natural cream, no longer tan looking with how much dirt she had on her skin, and she finally had new clothing.

Harriet wore a dull green shirt with brown pants, feet already in socks and shoved into her nice new boots. As she bounced out of the showers, humming a Hogwarts song, she couldn't help but grin roguishly at the two sitting outside the doors.

They both cowered away from her, one looking normal and the other with obnoxious hair. She may have let her magic get a little out of hand.

"Don't think too hard." She cheerily stated, leaving with a bounce in her step. Maybe she should go and pinch another coin purse off someone. Without her wand, Harriet was unsure if she would be able to duplicate the coins she had and it was starting to get a bit low.

Oooo

Harriet made her way through the streets, throwing suspicious glances over her shoulder. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck rising, indicating that she was being followed.

"Great, a fucking stalker." She murmured under her breath, glaring at those that passed by her. Too often she had felt this god damned feeling in her other life and she was so tired of it. Must be the Potter luck kicking in once again. Was it bad that she kept her old name from her past life? Not like her shitty parent's in this one had even named her. Even if they did, she couldn't ever remember them addressing her by it. Usually she had been called 'runt'. Or something else along those lines.

It made her frown, thinking of all those names the Dursleys had called her.

With a sharp glance one more time, she found herself running into someone else, slamming straight into them and knocking her head against a chin. Stumbling back and landing on her ass, Harriet whipped her head towards the person, finding a taller girl standing with a scowl on her face.

She had faded green eyes and sported messy looking brown-red hair and she was staring down at her shirt like Harriet had done something terrible to it.

"Ugh, big brother just washed these!"

Harriet blinked, her eyes taking in the dirt that she had left behind on the girl's shirt. Where had that even come from? She was positive she had washed off all the dirt on her.

"Sorry." Harriet grumbled, standing up and dusting the back of her pants off. The hairs tingled on the back of her neck and Harriet shifted in nervousness. She needed to get back to her alcove.

"H-hey wait!" The girl blurted and Harriet tried to walk away from her, she really did, but the girl grabbed her shoulder. Harriet twitched, instincts to shy away from the grip flaring, screaming at her. Harriet had to stamp down on her instincts.

She had dealt with one man once, thinking she was with the working girls, and her magic had given him a nasty shock, knocking him out for hours. She didn't regret starting to learn how to send that same impulse through her body at will. God forbid someone actually did get their hands on her.

Being rather blunt, Harriet addressed the girl. "I'm trying to avoid the person following me." And she watched the older girl purse her lips before a grin made its way onto her face.

"Good thing I'm heading the same way! Maybe big brother can help you!" she said, and Harriet felt like telling the girl off. She didn't need no god damned help from anyone else. She could make do on her own damn it!

Unfortunately with this person gaining on her, she needed to move, now.

Harriet moved, sliding through the crowds with a tag-along following her. Ducking into a shop around the corner, Harriet slid to the window, eyes narrowed. The girl stood, staring as well before a man slinked by, eyes darting around and trench coat covering half his face. The girl next to Harriet suddenly squeaked, ducking down and mumbling to herself.

"Oi, who is he?" Harriet asked, staring at the girl.

"Part of the group that guards the stairs leading out of the underground."

Ah, so Harriet must have not cast a strong enough notice-me-not spell and had thus been spotted. No wonder they were probably after her. Might even interrogate her in how exactly she had gotten past the guards without identification.

"Out! Out if you're not going to buy anything!" came a croaking voice and Harriet flinched, sending a glare towards the older woman that had made her almost jump out of her own skin. Making sure the man was gone, Harriet pulled the suddenly teary eye girl by her hand and tugged her after her.

"Forget about her, cranky old bat thinks nothing but shit about kids. Grubby hands and all." Harriet stated before grinning as she held up a small golden necklace with a pretty blue stone connected to it. "We have sticky fingers after all."

The girl's mouth popped open before Harriet unhooked the chain, quickly wrapping it around the girl's neck and clasping it.

"Make sure to take care of it." And she turned, planning on making her getaway.

"W-Wait!" the girl shouted, quickly catching up to Harriet. "What is your name?"

Bright green eyes took in the older girl. "Harriet Potter at your service. I don't take shit from anyone and am the resident witch of this god forsaken Underground."

The girl mouthed 'witch', brows furrowing in her confusion. "Eh…Isabel Magnolia."

Isabel seemed alright, so far, in Harriet's opinion. Mulling over her options, she decided she quite liked the girl so far.

"Nice to meet you Isabel. Hopefully I don't scare you away with my witchy ways." And she stalked off, leaving the taller girl behind with a grin plastered on her face.