Hello everyone! This is my very first Harry Potter fanfiction which really freaks the hell out of me. I'm not really sure why I am doing this since there are tons of awesome fanfictions here in the site to read. I guess I just wanted to do something to contribute to the awesome fandom so here I am.

So this is my take on Kurinoone's Dark Prince Trilogy. (Done with the Author's Permission of course!) The only difference will be that this story is that this will be Fem!Harry and the main pairing will be different as well. Some elements of the original Dark Prince trilogy will be seen in here, like the main plot or something. But there will be differences as well. I hope you all give this little fanfiction of mine a chance. I've been losing sleep over this, literally.

Warning (s): Alternate Universe
Dark!Fem!Harry
Mild Dumbledore bashing (nothing too serious)

Rating: T (might change in the future)

Unbetaed

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and the Dark Prince Trilogy; they belong to J.K. Rowlings and Kurinoone respectively.

Thoughts / 'Spells'

"Parselmouth"

"THE ONE with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark her as his equal, but she will have power the Dark Lord knows not… and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives… the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"

-Sybill P. Trelawney
Department of Mysteries, 1980

…

October 31, 1981
Godric's Hollow

"SHE'S PRECIOUS isn't she? I can't believe she's already one…" Lily Evans Potter smiled warmly as she leaned over a cream colored crib where her daughter lay peacefully sleeping. The young mother continued to watch her baby sleep like it was the most interesting thing in the world. She won't even try to deny it. Harriette Lilian Potter is in every way her father's daughter. It was really surprising that even at the tender age of one, Harriette was already a splitting image of her father; James Charlus Potter. A female version of the Potter Lord, though there were small differences, like her little nose and lips there was no denying that she is the Heiress of the Potter House. Harriette or 'Harri' had unfortunately (according to Lily) the famous Potter unruly hair, though hers were slightly on the wavier side. Any attempt of Lily to tame her daughter's hair had proved to be futile and only served as a source of amusement to James. But messy hair and all, Lily wouldn't want Harriette any less.

"Of course she is, she's my daughter!" James said as he slowly snaked his arms around his wife's waist, hugging her from behind. He propped his chin on Lily's shoulder as he too gaze at his wonderful daughter.

"Oh yes, she is your daughter alright. Though, I'm quite surprised that you manage to produce an offspring this beautiful all by yourself." Lily said, rolling her eyes at her husband.

James let out a chuckled, nuzzling Lily closer. "At least she has your eyes. And did you see how her hair would get a dark red hue with the right lighting? She's definitely your daughter on that department."

"She's our daughter James, yours and mine."

Lily detangled herself from her husband's arms and kissed him. It was a sight to see whenever the James Potter act so fatherly towards Harri. A year before, she would have a hard time picturing James as a family man more so as a father, since they were only on their early twenties. But now, James has settled beautifully on the role of the overprotective and doting father for their daughter.

Pressing their lips on their daughter's forehead, the young couple left the nursery and headed down. Lily was just about to prepare dinner when a knock on their door interrupted them. Immediately, the two magical people were on guard. They hardly get any visitor, especially during this time of the night. Only a handful of people knew of their location ever since they were forced into hiding due to the war, a war that they have no idea on how it would turn out. And now because of some wretched prophesy, they were forced into a hiding. Because according to the prophesy Harriet is the child prophesied to destroy their enemy; Voldermort. Lily followed her husband cautiously, wand tightly held on her dominant hand. She would never let anyone or anything go near her daughter.

She heard James chant a spell and the door opened and then laughter. Recognizing Sirius Black's bark like laughter, Lily slowly lowered her guard and strode into the kitchen.

There she saw Sirius Black, in all of his glory and of course Peter Pettigrew. Both are James' closest friends, dating back during their student days at Hogwarts. Sirius and James were like thieves, thick and full of mischief. They were brothers in anything but blood, but that is debatable seeing that both are pureblood wizards and pureblood wizards are known to intermarry. But who knows? Lily was never really the one to pry; all she knows is that Sirius is a great friend. On the other hand, Peter was the odd on in the Marauders, the name which the men call themselves back at Hogwarts. Peter is a small man with a shy demeanor; anyone would have doubted that he was even a member of the infamous Marauders. Only Remus Lupin is the more rational in the group, and the only person which Lily can strike a conversation aside from pranking and quidditch. Too bad, the man was not around since tonight he was dealing with 'furry little problem' as Sirius described it.

"You didn't mention that you're dropping by tonight Sirius." Lily greeted the ravenhead before smiling warmly at Peter.

"Oh you know me Lils. We were supposed to be with Moony tonight, me and wormtail. But he already took off before we could meet him." Sirius replied nonchalantly, patting the smaller man at the back making him stumble for a bit.

Lily sighed but her smile didn't waver. She didn't mind if James' friends drop by, she was already used to them literally just popping out of nowhere. Her eyes then glanced at Peter and noticed that something flashed in his beady little eyes. Was it regret? She couldn't be so sure, but the pained and exhausted expression on his face was already a big clue.

"Is everything alright Peter?" Lily asked, beckoning the three men to sit on the dinner table. Peter looked somewhat panicked and immediately avoided their eyes.

"I… I'm alright. J-Just a little bit tired and all…" he stuttered.

"You can say that again. Everything is just so hectic now; I would pay a thousand galleons to have a single day off!" James joined in. "It's just that the attacks and raids are happening left and right and everyone is on the edge. I'm not surprised if it's only a matter of time before someone snaps and this war will hit its peak."

Everyone adopted a pensive look as silence befell on them. As aurors, James, Sirius, Remus and Peter knew and had experienced firsthand how devastating the war is. Voldemort and his forced are constantly growing bigger and strong by each passing day and the light is struggling to keep with the dark. And then that prophesy about Harriette being the one to destroy Voldemort, everything got wost. It was the same reason why they were forced into hiding, they feared for their daughter's life and had consented to Dumbledore's advice to hide under the Fidelius Charm. James became more paranoid more than ever, driving him to work twice as hard to eliminate the Dark. He didn't want his daughter to grow up and live in a world where she carries a huge responsibility she had no control off.

"So Lils… Where is Harri anyway?"

Grateful at Sirius in successfully dispersing the tense atmosphere, Lily smiled. "She's already sleeping, little girl exhausted herself playing." Sirius grinned, though a little bit disappointed to not see her goddaughter. "Well that's a shame little Harrikins went to sleep without seeing her devilishly handsome godfather."

Everyone laughed.

"Well I'm going up to check on Harri for a bit. I'll leave you gentlemen to your own devices for now." Lily said, grinning knowingly at James. Sirius was already holding a sealed bottle of firewhiskey that Peter was carrying earlier; no doubt they are in it for a long night.

Lily shook her head at the sight of her friends before pecking James on the lips and sashayed to Harriette's nursery.

…

When she came back down from the nursery, Lily was greeted by deafening silence. Then she remembered that James is with Sirius and Peter, it's impossible for them to stay quiet for long. Again, she strained her hearing and yet it was only silence. A sense of dread crept up to her spine as she cautiously made her way towards the kitchen. There she saw the figures of both James and Sirius unconscious on the table. Blood was pooling around James' slump figure.

"JAMES!" Fearing for the worst, she immediately darts to check on her husband without noticing Peter approaching from her behind.

"Stupefy"

A beam of light escaped the tip of Peter's wand and hit Lily from behind and she dropped on the floor unconscious.

Peter stared at the unconscious bodies of his former friends. He had done it. He had betrayed them. Taking a rather shaky breath, the man tried to collect himself. It was fortunate that he had managed to smuggle in a couple of drops of draught of living death to the whiskey. Sirius immediately fell unconscious, but James. James tried to struggle so Peter had to hit him with bottle on the head repeatedly. It was an act that he never intended to do, he was desperate and he acted without thinking. But it had to be done; the Dark Lord had required must be fulfilled.

Casting his friends one last regretful look, he left the room and quickly made his way towards little Harriette's room while stumbling along the way.

He stood there frozen in front of Harriette's crib as he stared at her sleeping face. He kept mumbling under his breath.

"I'm so sorry dear Harriette… Forgive me… Sorry James…Lily… Sirius… so sorry."

Guilt hit Peter like a tidal wave as he continued to watch the sleeping babe. Like everyone in the inner circle of the Potters, he had been ecstatic when little Harri was born. But everything changed when that prophesy came into light. This little girl - so innocent, so vulnerable will bring the downfall to his lord. And he couldn't have that. The Dark Lord must win the war and he would gladly see too in any means necessary. If it mean that he have to sentence a child to death, then so be it.

With a renewed conviction, Peter gently lifted the sleeping child into his arms, adjusting her so he won't drop her. Ensuring that the child is secured firmly, he hurried out of Godric's Hollow and disapperated back to his Lord's manor. With his price at hand, he would be ensuring his survival and gain favor of his lord.

…

Riddle Manor
Little Hangleton, Nothern England

Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as the Dark Lord Voldemort frowned as he impatiently fingered his wand from his under his robes. He had been contemplating on whether he made the right decision of sending Wormtail to the Potters and bring him the prophesized child. Knowing the coward, he was sure that the man is bound to be discovered and his plans foiled. The thought of it had annoyed the Dark Lord to no end. And only with some well-aimed Cruciatus curse did he manage to contain himself from lashing out. He needed the child, he needed to dispose of it before it could grow to power and gain the power to destroy him. And he knew very well that killing the 'child' will be a big blow to the light and it would only be a matter of time before he conquers the whole wizarding world for himself to rule.

"My Lord… Wormtail has arrived."

Voldemort frowned as he watched the scruffy form of one Peter Pettigrew scurrying into his throne room, in his arms he held a bundle. His blood red eyes watched the cowardly man as he gently laid the child to the floor near his throne before crawling closer and kissed the hem of his robes.

"Master… My Lord… I have done what you have asked of me. This is Harriette Potter."

Voldemort didn't remove his gaze on the sleeping child on his feet, before a satisfied smirk appeared on his features. Voldemort was a very attractive man, with dark hair styled to perfection and aristocratic features that made countless head turn when he was in his younger years.

He didn't acknowledge the man as he stood up from his throne and glided towards the child. He couldn't see the child's features as it was covered by blankets. Red eyes scrutinized the bundle, somewhat amazed that it had not awakened yet. The satisfied smirk from the Dark Lord faltered when he felt it. Strong magical aura danced around the child, it was raw, potent and untamed. Right then the Dark Lord was convinced that this child can bring his downfall. White fury crept on his body as he glared at the child.

"Bella, lift the child and let me take a good look at the light's so called 'prophesized child'." He snapped, his hand already held his wand. Bellatrix gently scooped the child from the floor and quickly held it for the Dark Lord to see.

The child then suddenly squirmed, small fist waved lazily around as Voldemort leaned closer. "So you are the one that would bring my downfall." He held his wand to the child and used its tip to lift the blanket covering the child. What happened next had surprised everyone present in the room, even Voldemort himself.

The child, the girl Voldermort noticed was looking at him innocently. No fear can be seen on her little eyes. It made Voldemort pause when she held out her hand and held into Voldemort's and gripped.

Blood red eyes stared into the child's green eyes. 'Such curious eyes, the Avada Kedavra eyes.' Voldemort thought. Sneering, he pulled his hand from the child in distain yet Harriette didn't stop staring. Voldemort inwardly frowned. 'Such waste of power…'

"Avada Kedavra"

With a flick of his hand, blinding green light filled everyone's sight before it faded into darkness once again.

Peter had all pressed his eyes shut so he would not see the Killing Curse hit little Harriette. Underneath his breathe, he kept on chanting,

"I'm so sorry Harriette. So sorry…"

…

And I'm done. Oh my gosh, I can't believe I managed to do this. The first chapter is similar to Kurinoone's Darkness Within and I've planned it to be like that. Though I did try to change it during the end. Voldemort didn't know what the child's gender was and he had no idea that Potter's child is a girl. The first interaction between Voldemort and Harriette will spark a very different relationship between them.

I'm still straightening out the next chapter but I hope that it would suffice. And please forgive for the grammatical errors, I am not a Native English speaker so I'm sorry if the words are not that good or it doesn't fit the British English. I am still learning and everything.

Again I would like to thank Kurinoone for granting me permission in doing this fanfiction. The idea of this story all goes to Kurinoone. I'll do my best not to disappoint you! ;w;

And to everyone else who took the time to read this. Thank you very much! I'll try to put up the next chapter within a week. Thank you very much!

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