The Girl Who Lived

Author notes: It's Harry Potter, if Harry had been born a girl. James & Lily name her after Sirius (Siria). When what happens is spot on the book, there will be "(Book:…)" with how long it goes on for & notes on moments.

(Book: The Boy Who Lived from "Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much[...]" to "[...] In his vast, muscular arms he was holding a bundle of blankets." with gender pronouns changed, "Harry" with "Siria", and Vernon's question "What's her name again? Sarah, isn't it?" and Petunia's sentence changed to "Siria. Silly, rotten name, if you ask me." )

A man on a broomstick landed just behind the motorcycle. The man riding the broom was a thin, darkly handsome man. For as huge and wild the first man was, the second was handsome and elegant. He had fine, dark hair and graceful grey eyes. There was a wrinkle in his brow that was full of worry, and he kept his eyes on the bundle the entire time he moved.

"Ah, Hagrid, Sirius" Dumbledore welcoming them both.

"Dumbledore" the thin, handsome man interjected "She's my Goddaughter, please—" Dumbledore raised a hand, and Sirius stopped.

"I understand your concerns, Sirius, but, please, trust me. This will all be for the best." He assured Sirius, and reached to accept the bundle from Hagrid.

"She fell asleep as we were flying over Bristol." Hagrid told him.

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent over the bundle of blankets. Inside was a baby girl, only fifteen months old. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over her forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning. Professor McGonagall began "Is that where—?"

"Yes." Dumbledore told her, "She'll have that scar forever."

"Couldn't you do something?" Sirius inquired. Dumbledore shook his head,

"Even if I could, scars can come in handy. I have one above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground."

They all sighed at the small bundle. Dumbledore took a breath, "Well, we'd better get this over with." He turned toward the Dursley's door.

"Dumbledore, please" Sirius pleaded. "Peter is still out there."

"All the more reason, until we find him." Dumbledore assured him.

"Could I— could I say good-bye to her, sir?" Hagrid asked. He bent over the baby, and gave Siria what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss.

Sirius stepped forward, and took hold of her tiny her hand. Then, suddenly, Hagrid gave out a howl like a wounded dog.

"Shh!" hiss Professor McGonagall, "you'll wake the Muggles!" Hagrid stammered out an apology, and she patted him gingerly on the arm. Sirius withdrew his hand from Siria's grasp.

Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Siria gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside her blankets, and came back to the other three. For a full minute, they stood and watching the bundle; Hagrid shook with silent tears, Professor McGonagall dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief, the light in Dumbledore's eyes seemed lost, and Sirius's face looked gaunt and aged.

"Well," Said Dumbledore, finally, "that's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go and join in the celebrations."

Professor McGonagall nodded.

"I'll see you soon." She told him. "Oh, Sirius," she patted the young man on the shoulder, but didn't say more. Professor McGonagall seemed to disappear from Privet Drive because she was there, and then there was a tabby cat in her place. Dumbledore nodded to the gentlemen. He told them to enjoy the festivities, and walked to the street corner, in darkness.

"I suppose you'll be wanting your bike" Hagrid told Sirius. The elegant man shook his head. "I'll get it from you later. I can take James's broom back." Hagrid nodded, and allowed himself another look at the bundle.

"James and Lily's daughter…" Hagrid trudged back to the bike. It roared to thunderously life, and took to the air. Sirius admired the bundle of blankets on the Dursley's doorstep until the bike was out of earshot.

Even in the darkness, Sirius knew Dumbledore was watching him. He could feel the blue eyes. Sirius gave up, and picked up the broom. Despite himself, he mounted the broom, with a leg on each side, and kicked off into the sky. From the air, Sirius watched Dumbledore flick open the Put-Outer, and light return to Privet Drive. Then Dumbledore too, was gone. Sirius watched the small spot for a moment longer, before circling the sky.

A large, bear-like, black dog trotted up to the bundle of blankets. It circled around her, and plopped down. The bear-dog placed one massive paw over the baby, in a protective manor. Little Siria Potter rolled in her blankets, but did not wake. Instead, one of her small hands took hold of the envelope. She had no idea what was in store for her, no idea she was special, or famous, or that, in a few hours, she would be woken by Mrs. Dursley's scream when she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles. Nor did she know that she would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by her cousin Dudley…She had no idea that at this very instance, people all over the country were meeting in secret, holding up their glasses in hushed voices, and saying "To Siria Potter, the Girl Who Lived."