Hell Hath No Fury Like A Mother Scorned...

Prologue

Harriette Potter was no naive little girl...

With dreams of people coming to save her, to protect her and care for her, she no longer dreams of a time where her parents, where her Godfather would swoop in and protect her against the realities of the real world, she's suffered too much pain to think like that, again.

She's no stranger to loneliness, to sorrow...to, pain that crawls up your spine and burrows into your chest, never letting go of the grip it has around your lungs, slowly draining you of oxygen as you suffocate and fall beneath the waves.

Drowning...

From a young age, she's been fighting a war that she never wanted to, forced to be a pawn for both sides, like she was a slab of meat and two wolves were fighting over who got what piece, the meat...or the bone.

When...when her Godfather had died though, she had stopped caring...

She had let go, channeled her pain and took the fight to the enemies. Well...the Death Eaters, for she still wasn't sure Dumbledore was any better.

She had murdered her first person that night, with the intent to kill down in the Department of Mysteries trying to save the person she cared about most in the world.

She had murdered Bellatrix Lestrange, and she held absolutely no remorse for it.

After that first kill, she had stopped caring about protecting what little innocence she had left, she had discarded her morals and decided that if the Death Eaters wanted to fight dirty, she would too.

Dumbledore had been against her new change, but in the end it didn't matter, he had died much like everyone else had, his opinion hadn't mattered to her, not by that point.

Everyone of her supposed allies had something to say about her new outlook, how she was less forgiving, cold, and downright brutal to the Death Eaters and their sympathizers.

Told her, to forgive the evil scum, the waste of space humans, to give them a second chance.

To not kill them...

But they had all been trying to kill her for her entire life, why should she stop now? Why should she hold back when they never did.

They never showed her mercy, they never showed anyone mercy so why should she bother doing it for them, just so they could escape prison and do it all over again.

She had holed herself into Grimmauld Place that summer, and the summer after that reading all she could in the Black Library, every book that could help her protect herself, to make the enemy pay.

Blood Magic.

Dark Arts.

Everything...

The things she studied alone, when no one else was around to judge her for it...

They were bad, but she didn't care, not anymore.

Surprisingly, there were a few people who didn't look at her with fear, with hate after everyone had found out, they had been surprisingly understanding of her plight.

Hermione and Tonks were a godsend during those last years of the war...

She had expected Hermione to scold her, if she was being honest, she had expected a twelve hour rant about why she shouldn't be doing what she was but Hermione...her best friend had simply looked at her with kind eyes, a knowing glint to them and had sat down next to her to read her own book, making sure she was never alone while reading those dark books.

She really shouldn't have been surprised, Hermione had been one of the only ones in all of Britain who had never turned her back on Harriette, but it was very welcomed nonetheless.