Fanfic: Harriet Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by timotheadrakewayne (Read for Free, 1,332,114 Clicks)

Description: The second instalment of the young witch Harriet Potter’s adventures at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A mysterious elf tells Harriet to expect trouble during her second year at Hogwarts, but nothing can prepare her for trees that fight back, flying cars, spiders that talk and deadly warnings written in blood on the walls of the school.

Characters: No Archive Warnings ApplyMinor Petunia Evans Dursley/Vernon DursleyHarry Potter Vernon Dursley Petunia Evans Dursley Dudley Dursley Ron Weasley Hermione Granger George Weasley Fred Weasley Percy Weasley Molly Weasley Arthur Weasley Lucius Malfoy Draco Malfoy Hedwig (Harry Potter) Dobby (Harry Potter) Gilderoy Lockhart Minerva McGonagall Severus Snape Albus Dumbledore Dean Thomas Seamus Finnigan Neville Longbottom Ginny Weasley Colin Creevey Justin Finch-FletchleyCanon Rewrite Genderbending cis-swap in a shocking turn of events that surprises absolutely no one The Dursleys still suck Dumbledore is Questionable but Harriet doesn’t know that yet and we as an audience have to suffer through it can you say dramatic irony lockhart needs to learn that some people are uncomfortable having their personal space invaded seriously don’t touch people without permission especially people you don’t know I continue to refer to Nearly Headless Nick as Lady Nick the headless hunt ghosts are kinda jerks

Summary: Summary:

The second instalment of the young witch Harriet Potter’s adventures at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A mysterious elf tells Harriet to expect trouble during her second year at Hogwarts, but nothing can prepare her for trees that fight back, flying cars, spiders that talk and deadly warnings written in blood on the walls of the school.

Notes: Notes:
And so it begins… again.I don’t know if it’s an American vs. British thing, but JK Rowling’s grammar really sucks.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.),Notes:

I know the book quote is “I’ll be in my room, making no noise and pretending I’m not there,” but this is one of the rare occasions when I prefer the movie version.It also really ticks me off that purebloods/half-bloods can get away with using magic outside of school due to their proximity to adult wixen, but muggle-borns get in legal trouble for it even when the only people around to see are their family, who already know.I’m going to be completely honest, I have no idea what the “violet pudding” thing is. I’ve heard that people in the UK call all desserts pudding, which was interesting to find out, but I still don’t fully understand the description? Whipped cream normally goes on top of desserts? I looked up “sugared violets”, but they didn’t sound very good, so I’m not even sure I found the right thing?

Chapter 1: The Worst Birthday

Chapter Text
Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four, Privet Drive. Mrs. Veronica Dursley had been woken in the early hours of the morning by a loud, hooting noise from her niece Harriet’s room.?”Third time this week!” She roared across the table. “If you can’t control that owl, it’ll have to go!”?Harriet tried, yet again, to explain.?”He’s bored,” She said. “He’s used to flying around outside. If I could just let him out at night–“?”Do I look stupid?” Aunt Veronica snarled, a bit of fried egg dangling from her chin. “I know what’ll happen if that owl’s let out,” She exchanged dark looks with her husband, Peter. Harriet tried to argue back, but her words were drowned by a long, loud belch from her cousin, Dudley.?”I want more bacon.”?”There’s more in the frying pan, sweetums,” Uncle Peter said, turning misty eyes on his massive daughter. “We must build you up while we’ve got the chance¡­ I don’t like the sound of that school food¡­¡±?”Nonsense, Peter, I never went hungry when I was at Smeltings,” Aunt Veronica said heartily. “Dudley gets enough, don’t you,” Dudley, who was so large her bottom drooped over either side of the kitchen chair, grinned and turned to Harriet.?”Pass the frying pan.”?”You’ve forgotten the magic word,” Harriet rolled her eyes irritably.??The effect of this simple sentence on the rest of the family was incredible; Dudley gasped and fell off her chair with a crash that shook the whole kitchen; Uncle Peter gave a small scream and clapped his hands to his mouth; Aunt Veronica jumped to her feet, veins throbbing in her temples.?”I meant ¡®please’!” Harriet said quickly. “I didn’t mean -“??”WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU,” Her aunt thundered, spraying spit over the table. “ABOUT SAYING THE `M’ WORD IN OUR HOUSE,”?”But I–“?”HOW DARE YOU THREATEN DUDLEY!” Aunt Veronica roared, pounding the table with her fist.?”I just–“?”I WARNED YOU! I WILL NOT TOLERATE MENTION OF YOUR ABNORMALITY UNDER THIS ROOF!” Harriet stared from her purple-faced aunt to her pale uncle, who was trying to heave Dudley to her feet.?”Alright!” Harriet exclaimed. “Alright!” Aunt Veronica sat back down, breathing like a winded rhinoceros and watching Harriet closely out of the corners of her small, sharp eyes.?Ever since Harriet had come home for the summer holidays, Aunt Veronica had been treating her like a bomb that might go off at any moment, because Harriet Potter wasn’t a normal girl. As a matter of fact, she was as not normal as it is possible to be.?She was a witch fresh from her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And if the Dursleys were unhappy to have her back for the holidays, it was nothing to how Harriet felt.?She missed Hogwarts so much it was like having a constant stomachache. She missed the castle, with its secret passageways and ghosts; her classes (though perhaps not Snape, the Potions master); the mail arriving by owl; eating banquets in the Great Hall; sleeping in her four-poster bed in the tower dormitory; visiting the gamekeeper, Hagrid, in her cabin next to the Forbidden Forest in the grounds; and, especially, Quidditch, the most popular sport in the magical world.?Harriet’s spellbooks, her wand, robes, cauldron, and top-of-the-line Nimbus Two Thousand broomstick had been locked in a cupboard under the stairs by Aunt Veronica the instant Harriet had come home. What did the Dursleys care if Harriet lost her place on the House Quidditch team because she hadn’t practiced all summer? What was it to the Dursleys if Harriet went back to school without any of her homework done??The Dursleys were what wixen called muggles — not a drop of magical blood in their veins — and as far as they were concerned, having a witch in the family was a matter of deepest shame. Aunt Veronica had even padlocked Harriet’s owl, Hedwig, inside his cage to stop him from carrying messages to anyone in the magical world.?Harriet looked nothing like the rest of the family.?Aunt Veronica was large and neckless, with dull black hair; Uncle Peter was horse-faced and bony; Dudley was blond, pink, and porky. Harriet, on the other hand, was small and skinny, with brilliant green eyes and jet-black hair that was always untidy. She wore round glasses, and on her forehead was a thin, lightning-shaped scar.?It was this scar that made Harriet so particularly unusual, even for a witch. This scar was the only hint of Harriet’s very mysterious past, of the reason she had been left on the Dursleys’ doorstep eleven years before.?At the age of one year old, Harriet had somehow survived a curse from the most powerful Dark sorceress of all time, Lady Voldemort, whose name most wixen still feared to speak. Harriet’s parents had died in Voldemort’s attack, but Harriet had escaped with her lightning scar. Nobody understood why Voldemort’s powers had been destroyed the instant she had failed to kill Harriet.?So Harriet had been brought up by her dead father’s brother and his wife. She had spent ten years with the Dursleys, never understanding why she kept making odd things happen without meaning to, believing the Dursleys’ story that she had got her scar in the car crash that had killed her parents.?And then, exactly a year ago, Hogwarts had written to Harriet, and the whole story had come out. Harriet had taken up her place at magic school, where she and her scar were famous¡­ but now the school year was over, and she was back with the Dursleys for the summer, back to being treated like a dog that had rolled in something smelly.?The Dursleys hadn’t even remembered that today happened to be Harriet’s twelfth birthday. Of course, her hopes hadn’t been high; they’d never given her a real present, let alone a cake — but to ignore it completely…?At that moment, Aunt Veronica cleared her throat importantly and said, “Now, as we all know, today is a very important day.” Harriet looked up, hardly daring to believe it.?”This could well be the day I make the biggest deal of my career, ” Aunt Veronica announced.?Harriet went back to her toast. Of course, she thought bitterly, Aunt Veronica was talking about the stupid dinner party. She’d been talking of nothing else for two weeks. Some rich builder and her husband were coming to dinner and Aunt Veronica was hoping to get a huge order from her.?”I think we should run through the schedule one more time,” Aunt Veronica instructed. “We should all be in position at eight o’clock. Peter, you will be–“?”In the lounge,” Uncle Peter finished promptly. “Waiting to welcome them graciously to our home,”?”Good, good. And Dudley?”?”I’ll be waiting to open the door.” Dudley put on a foul, simpering smile. “May I take your coats, Mr. and Mrs. Mason?”?”They’ll love her!” Uncle Peter cried rapturously.?”Excellent, Dudley,” Aunt Veronica commended. Then she rounded on Harriet. “And you?”??”I’ll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending I don¡¯t exist,” Harriet answered tonelessly.?”Exactly,” Aunt Veronica said nastily. “I will lead them into the lounge, introduce you, Peter, and pour them drinks. At eight-fifteen–“??”I’ll announce dinner,” Uncle Peter finished his wife¡¯s sentence once again.?”And, Dudley, you’ll say–“??”May I take you through to the dining room, Mr. Mason?” Dudley recited, offering her fat arm to an invisible man.?”My perfect little lady!” Uncle Peter sniffed.?”And you?” Aunt Veronica said viciously to Harriet.?”I’ll be in my room, making no noise and pretending I don¡¯t exist,” Harriet repeated dully.?”Precisely. Now, we should aim to get in a few good compliments at dinner. Peter, any ideas?”?”Veronica tells me you’re a wonderful golfer, Mrs. Mason¡­ Do tell me where you bought your suit, Mr. Mason¡­¡±?”Perfect¡­ Dudley?”??”How about — ‘We had to write an essay about our hero at school, Mrs. Mason, and I wrote about you,”??This was too much for both Uncle Peter and Harriet. Uncle Peter burst into tears and hugged his daughter, while Harriet ducked under the table so they wouldn’t see her laughing.?”And you, girl?” Harriet fought to keep her face straight as she emerged.?”I’ll be in my room, making no noise and pretending I don¡¯t exist,” She answered once again.?”Too right, you will,” Aunt Veronica agreed forcefully. “The Masons don’t know anything about you and it’s going to stay that way. When dinner’s over, you take Mr. Mason back to the lounge for coffee, Peter, and I’ll bring the subject around to drills. With any luck, I’ll have the deal signed and sealed before the news at ten. Be shopping for a vacation home in Majorca this time tomorrow,”?Harriet couldn’t feel too excited about this. She didn’t think the Dursleys would like her any better in Majorca than they did on Privet Drive. And that was if they even brought her with them at all.?”Right — I’m off into town to pick up the dinner jackets for Dudley and me. And you,” She snarled at Harriet. “You stay out of your uncle¡¯s way while he’s cleaning,”?Harriet left through the back door. It was a brilliant, sunny day. She crossed the lawn, slumped down on the garden bench, and sang softly under her breath.?”Happy birthday to me¡­ happy birthday to me¡­¡±?No cards, no presents, and she would be spending the evening pretending not to exist. She gazed miserably into the hedge. She had never felt so lonely. More than anything else at Hogwarts, more even than playing Quidditch, Harriet missed her best friends, Ronnie Weasley and Hermes Granger. They, however, didn’t seem to be missing her at all. Neither of them had written to her all summer, even though Ronnie had said she was going to ask Harriet to come and stay.?Countless times, Harriet had been on the point of unlocking Hedwig’s cage by magic and sending him to Ronnie and Hermes with a letter, but it wasn’t worth the risk. Underage wixen weren’t allowed to use magic outside of school. Harriet hadn’t told the Dursleys this; she knew it was only their terror that she might turn them all into dung beetles that stopped them from locking her in the cupboard under the stairs with her wand and broomstick.?For the first couple of weeks back, Harriet had enjoyed muttering nonsense words under her breath and watching Dudley tearing out of the room as fast as her fat legs would carry her.?But the long silence from Ronnie and Hermes had made Harriet feel so cut off from the magical world that even taunting Dudley had lost its appeal — and now Ronnie and Hermes had forgotten her birthday.?What wouldn’t she give now for a message from Hogwarts. From any wix. She’d almost be glad of a sight of her archenemy, Draca Malfoy, just to be sure it hadn’t all been a dream¡­??Not that her whole year at Hogwarts had been fun. At the very end of last term, Harriet had come face-to-face with none other than Lady Voldemort herself. Voldemort might be a ruin of her former self, but she was still terrifying, still cunning, still determined to regain power.?Harriet had slipped through Voldemort’s clutches for a second time, but it had been a narrow escape, and even now, weeks later, Harriet kept waking in the night, drenched in a cold sweat, wondering where Voldemort was now, remembering her livid face and her wide, mad eyes.?Harriet suddenly sat bolt upright on the garden bench. She had been staring absent-mindedly into the hedge — and the hedge was staring back.?Two enormous green eyes had appeared among the leaves.?Harriet jumped to her feet just as a jeering voice floated across the lawn.?”I know what day it is,” Dudley sang, waddling toward her. The huge eyes blinked and vanished.?”What?” Harriet questioned absentmindedly, not taking her eyes off the spot where they had been.?”I know what day it is,” Dudley repeated, coming right up to her.?”Well done,” Harriet sassed. “You’ve finally learned the days of the week,”?”Today’s your birthday,” Dudley sneered. “How come you haven’t got any cards. Haven’t you even got friends at that freak place?”?”Better not let your parents hear you talking about my school,” Harriet retorted coolly. Dudley hitched up her trousers, which were slipping down her fat bottom.?”Why’re you staring at the hedge?” She asked suspiciously.?¡°I’m trying to decide what would be the best spell to set it on fire,” Harriet said. Dudley stumbled backward at once, a look of panic on her fat face.?”You c-can’t — Mum told you you’re not to do m-magic — she said she’ll chuck you out of the house — and you haven’t got anywhere else to go — you haven’t got any friends to take you–“”Jiggery pokery!” Harriet spoke gibberish in a fierce voice. “Hocus pocus! Squiggly wiggly–“?”DAAAAAAD!” Dudley howled, tripping over her feet as she dashed back toward the house. “DAAAAD! She’s doing you-know-what!”??Harriet paid dearly for her moment of fun. As neither Dudley nor the hedge was in any way hurt, Uncle Peter knew she hadn’t really done magic, but she still had to duck as he aimed a heavy blow at her head with the soapy frying pan. Then he gave her work to do with the promise that she wouldn’t eat again until she’d finished.?While Dudley lolled around watching and eating ice cream, Harriet cleaned the windows, washed the car, mowed the lawn, trimmed the flowerbeds, pruned and watered the roses, and repainted the garden bench. The sun blazed overhead, burning the back of her neck. Harriet knew she shouldn’t have risen to Dudley’s bait, but Dudley had said the very thing Harriet had been thinking herself¡­ maybe she didn’t have any friends at Hogwarts¡­?? Wish they could see famous Harriet Potter now, she thought savagely as she spread manure on the flower beds, her back aching and sweat running down her face.?It was half-past seven, in the evening when at last, exhausted, she heard Uncle Peter calling her.”Get in here! And walk on the newspaper!” Harriet moved gladly into the shade of the gleaming kitchen. On top of the fridge stood tonight’s pudding: a huge mound of whipped cream and sugared violets. A loin of roast pork was sizzling in the oven.?”Eat quickly! The Masons will be here soon!” Uncle Peter snapped, pointing to two slices of bread and a lump of cheese on the kitchen table. He was already wearing a salmon-pink suit.?Harriet washed her hands and bolted down her pitiful supper. The moment she had finished, Uncle Peter whisked away her plate.?”Upstairs! Hurry!” As she passed the door to the living room, Harriet caught a glimpse of Aunt Veronica and Dudley in matching grey cocktail dresses. She had only just reached the upstairs landing when the doorbell rang and Aunt Veronica’s furious face appeared at the foot of the stairs.?”Remember, girl — one sound–“?Harriet crossed to her bedroom on tiptoe slipped inside, closed the door, and turned to collapse on her bed. The trouble was, there was already someone sitting on it.

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