Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and never will. It belongs to the brilliant mind of JKRowling, and I do not make any money off of this piece of work.
Characters: Alison Harriet Potter (female!Harry Potter), Bill Weasley, Severus Snape, Rosalita Weasley, Vincent Weasley, Molly Weasley, Fred and George Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Percy Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, Remus Lupin, Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Sirius Black, and other various OCs.
Pairings: Ron/Hermione, Bill/Harry, Draco/Hermione
Words for chapter: 1,352
Warnings: Female!Vampire!Harry, AU, OCs, het, language, vampires, manipulative!Dumbledore, violence, post-Hogwarts, post-Voldemort, and the standard whatever else this demented author thinks up.
Summary: Alison Harriet, Harry, Potter disappeared at the age of twenty-one. Years later, a vampire appears in London with a striking resemblance to the girl. Yet she's not alone, a man's with her. However, if there's one thing neither of them knows is what's going to happen now that they've returned. They're walking into a situation that is likely to bring out truths they would rather remain hidden.
Notes: As with some ideas recently, a female!Harry with a creature element has attracted me. The plot bunny appeared and I actually wanted to write it. The title comes from a plant that appears in the story and relates to Alison. Also, Harry will be called Alison in text and either Alison or Harry by the characters.
Dedication: This story is dedicated to my dear sister, who seems to like encouraging me. Happy Solstice sis, here's your present.
Chapter 1: A Familiar Face
It was past midnight in London, which was quite late in the Wizarding sector of the city. Yet it was even more silent in the up and coming alley of Spiritu Alley. This alley was a bit more modern than Diagon, for more and more people were opening stores that catered to the current generation. However, none of that mattered to the young woman that stood outside of an empty building. She had a slight smile on her face as she held a little girl in her arms. The young woman had black hair that fell to her waist, though she had it pulled into a braid. She kissed the sleeping girl's head, making sure not to disturb her. The little girl's skin was a bit tanner than the mother's, yet her brown hair was a shade off of being black. The woman smiled down at the girl and turned her head towards a red-haired man that stood next to her. Both the man and woman wore gold wedding bands that were shaped into Celtic knots.
The man put an arm around her, causing her to lean against him. She kept her eyes focused upon the building in front of her. She chuckled after a moment of thought. "It's strange to be returning to London at night. It makes me feel like a Night Walker." She shook her head as she shifted the little girl. The woman's eyes fell onto her husband once again. He seemed to be amused by what she had said.
He laughed after a second of watching her. "Well, we wanted to keep our return less noticeable than it would have been otherwise. We know that people would make a big deal of it if they saw that we had returned to the UK." He shook his head and let out another chuckle. The woman nodded and walked towards the door of the building. It was a two-story building that almost matched the ones around it. When looking through the first floor windows, it looked as if it was a show room of some kind. There was an open door in the back where a set of stairs could be seen. It was easy to assume that the upper floor could have been a flat, though the woman knew that it was.
She turned to her husband again. "Well, they're likely to notice us anyways. However, I don't think anyone would expect me to be on Spiritu Alley." She shrugged and turned towards the building. He touched her shoulder and pulled a key out of his pocket. She smiled and watched as he unlocked the door and opened it for the two women. The two walked into the dark building in silence. He waved his wand and lights appeared on the walls without so much as a word. She smiled and looked around the empty building. "This is going to be nice for my store, Bill." She stood on her toes and kissed his cheek. He brushed her bangs back, revealing a lightening bolt scar on her forehead. She chuckled and proceeded to walk towards the open door on the other side of the room.
Bill closed the door and locked it, following after her when the task was finished. She hadn't gotten that far into the building, as she was moving carefully. She seemed to be very careful of the little girl that was in her arms. She looked over her shoulder. He smiled and put an arm around her after they walked through the door that led to the back room. There was a set of wooden stairs that led to the top floor. She began to walk up the stairs, Bill walking behind her. "Well, Alison, I'm certain that things will be all right for us. However, if we don't get upstairs, you might wear yourself out by carrying Rosalita around all night. It wouldn't be a good thing, now would it?" She rolled her eyes as she opened the unlocked door of the top floor. Inside was a little flat that had three bedrooms, which was bigger than most places had. Many of the flats had room for two bedrooms, but it helped in making their home more unique. Bill kissed her cheek as he closed the door.
She tilted her head and set the little girl, who was apparently named Rosalita, on the couch. Rosalita curled up into a ball and continued to sleep undisturbed. Alison smiled at the girl and turned towards her husband. She wrapped her arms around him and laid her cheek against his chest. He wrapped his own arms around her. Alison's green eyes stared at the wall, almost as if they were haunted by an image that she hadn't been able to see before. She buried her face into Bill's chest. He chuckled again. Tilting her head up, she smiled at him. "Well, I could wear myself out by doing certain things. Of course, that would only happen because I haven't had blood from my donor yet." She smiled, her fangs peeking out at him in the process. He shook his head and brushed her hair back. She set her ear against his chest and listened to his heartbeat. He played with her braid, making it sway in a hypnotic manner.
Bill smiled at her and tilted his head to the side. "Well then, my lady, why don't you get your drink?" She giggled into his chest. He rubbed her back in soothing circles. Rolling her eyes upward, she peered at him and got onto her toes. She let her fangs sink into his neck, puncturing the artery that lay below the surface. She pulled her fangs back and placed her lips upon his skin, sucking at the blood that flowed from the wound. She let the warm blood slide down her throat like a smooth drink. She didn't drink very much of his blood, but she made sure to get enough. She pulled away after only a minute of drinking. Bill's arms were still around her as the two stood in their sitting room. She looked at the still bleeding wound.
She pulled a vial out of her pocket and handed it to him. He smiled at her. She returned the smile. "You need to drink it." He nodded and took the vial, downing the liquid inside. She watched as the wound began to heal almost instantaneously. She laid her head against his chest once more, letting her eyes drift shut.
Bill kissed the top of her head. "We should probably get the beds out and get some sleep. We have a lot left to do." She nodded and walked into one of the bedrooms. Bill took a shrunken bed from out of his pocket and handed it to Alison. She took it and watched as he walked out of the room. She smiled and set the bed in a clear space before casting a spell. The bed returned to a normal size the minute she spoke her spell. It was a child's bed that was done in soft blues and purples. She nodded and went back to the living room. Alison looked around and picked Rosalita up, walking to the bedroom she had just left. Taking off the girl's shoes, she set the girl on the bed and tucked her in. Alison touched her daughter's forehead and smiled softly. Rosalita shifted and turned over in her bed. Alison left the room. She walked into one of the rooms and watched as Bill took his shoes off before climbing into the bed. She went and joined him. When she was under the covers with him, Bill wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "Night, Alison."
"Good night, Bill." She kissed him and closed her eyes. Bill closed his as well. They were silent as they fell into a deep slumber. The two of them let the quietness of their new home lull them to sleep. They would do stuff the next day, but they needed their sleep first. After all, they had just returned home.
A/N: Well, here's the first chapter to a new story. Hope that people enjoy this take on the female!Harry story. Later.