Harriett Potter and the Tale of the Three Brothers

Harriett Potter is Harry Potter's older sister. She feels like she has a duty to protect her brother from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. When Harriett finds about the Deathly Hallows and his want for them, she finds the perfect opportunity to change fate. She goes off in search for the Hallows, hoping against hope that it will be worth it for her brother, but the adventures on the way make it so much better.


6. Baker Street, London

Date: 24th November 2009

Location: London


Harriett looked around her, trying to determine where she was in London. She didn't recognise it, so it must be somewhere outside her home borough. Harriett narrowed her eyes, staring at a road sign in the distance.

"Baker Street..." she murmured.

She had never heard of it before and didn't think that it was a likely place to find any of the items. Just as she turned away to look round once more, she felt a cold hand close round her mouth and a metal bar hit her head. She passed out before her head hit the pavement.


"Oh, this one's strong. It's taking a while for the blood to leave. Hmm, maybe we ought to put another tube in?" A man's voice echoed round Harriett's head. It felt like her head was an empty cave.

A second voice joined the first. "What's this?"

Harriett opened her eyes groggily to look up at what the second voice was holding. She could make out her wand being twirled round in the man's hand. Harriett clenched her teeth together, but flinched when a sharp pain shot through her jaw.

"Dunno. Don't care." The first voice replied angrily.

A third voice said, "what about that other tube?"

"Oh, yeah, join it up." The first voice instructed.

A little chorus of rough laughs responded and several fist-punching's echoed round the room that they were hiding in. Harriett managed to open her eyes to look at her surroundings. About ten plastic tubes were leading from points in her body to a whirring machine beside her head. Crimson blood was slowly trickling along the tubes towards a tank that was already half full with blood. It did explain the light-headed feeling and the slight nausea in the pit of her stomach. Harriett's heart plummeted when she realised what was happening. She was dying. It was a certain fact that if something or someone didn't come to rescue her then she would die. Lying on the cold, stone floor, a harsh breeze rustling the leaves on the floor, and flickering fluorescent lights dangling from the ceiling above her head. She would die without anyone knowing that she was here. Harriett doubted that anyone even saw her being knocked out, as her brief glance of the street earlier had shown that there was hardly anyone around.

"O-oh look at this! She's awake!" A triumphant voice called to the other men gathered in the room.

They all came closer and leant towards her face, seemingly fascinated by her dying body.

Harriett mustered enough energy to whisper, "what do you want with me?"

"Oh, sweetie, we don't want anything with you." One of the men said patronisingly. "We just want you to die because we find it fascinating how people die."

"Why... Why me?" Harriett whispered.

"Why not you? You looked lonely and lost, so we got you. Think of it this way, at least you don't have to worry about where you're going now."

"We found your wand. And yes, we do know what it is because we have a wonderful wizard friend who's going to curse you." A man with ginger hair told Harriett.

Harriett gulped, trying to move at least one of her limbs. Nothing responded so she gave up. A pair of feet pushed through the circle of people surrounding her on the floor, Harriett looked up to see a hand twirling a wand between the fingers. The whole man appeared in her area of vision. He didn't seem particularly special or different to the others, only that he was carrying a wand and had had education at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He raised his wand and pointed it at her face.

"I think you should know my name first." The wizard said, tilting his head to the side to survey her. "My name is Samuel. Samuel Wilson. I'm no one special. I just went to the school that you go to now and got given hundreds of spell books, wands, cauldrons and pieces of animal. Your name is Harriett Potter. Everyone in our world knows who your family is and know what you've been through. Now it is time for you to join your parents."

"Hang on, if she's Harriett Potter, and the bitch you say she is, shouldn't she be older by now? This girl looks about fifteen." One of the guys questioned.

Another guy shrugged. "Doesn't matter. Time travel is possible, isn't it Sam?"

Samuel nodded, gripped his wand tighter and said, "which curse?"

"There's a choice?" One of the gathered men asked.

"Of course. Pain, control or immediate death?" Samuel replied, not taking his eyes off Harriett.

Harriett's heart somersaulted in her chest. She recognised those as the Unforgivable Curses.

"I think... Pain." Samuel said thoughtfully.

He gripped his wand, and cried, "CRUCIO!"

Intense pain shot through Harriett's body. It was so sudden and so excruciating that she screamed, a blood-curdling scream that ripped through her body, causing more pain in her blood-deprived brain. Her body curled in on itself to offer protection, but Samuel cried out again, and a second wave of pain rolled through her. Harriett began to cry, tears of pain and death.

"Stop." She faintly heard a man say over her sobbing.

The pain immediately stopped and she lay on the floor, panting and crying. Her head was pounding and her heart was pumping at the speed of a train. Harriett jolted as a sharp boot prodded her ribs.

"Okay, she's still alive. Come on, let's dump her somewhere." This man was obviously the leader as he had been doing most of the talking.

"Just a few more times? Unhook her and I can curse her without risk of killing her now." Samuel told the leader, pointing his wand back at Harriett to show that he was ready.

"Alright. Then we pack up." It sounded like he was talking to a child who had asked for five more minutes at the play park.

"CRUCIO!" Samuel cried for the third time, after the other men had unhooked the machine that was stealing her blood.

This time, Harriett tried to be ready for the pain, but nothing could prepare her for the type of excruciating pain caused by the curse. Harriett managed to pass out just as the roll of pain was leaving her body.


"Hello? Can you hear me?" A voice broke through the blackness in Harriett's head, and she opened her eyes.

She appeared to have been dumped in an alleyway just off a main residence street. Harriett looked into the face of the man who was leaning over her. He was about middle-aged, although he did have some grey hair. He appeared to be some sort of doctor, because his eyes scanned over her body with the trained eyes of a doctor.

"Are you okay?" He asked her, concern in his voice.

Harriett heard a particularly clear voice call from the main street. "John? John!"

"Here!" The man who was leaning over Harriett replied to the voice.

A second man joined Harriett and John, and leant over John's shoulder to peer at Harriett. He had black curly hair, with the most amazing blue eyes, which scanned up and down her body. His long, dark navy coat and blue scarf flapped in the breeze that whistled down the alleyway.

"Hm, she looks like she's dying." The second man stated.

"Yes, that's why I've called for an ambulance." John replied irritably.

Harriett laid still for a moment longer before trying to raise her head, but before she had even lifted it more than an inch, John lowered it back down to the ground.

"Lie still." He instructed. "I think you've broken something."

The distant sound of sirens got louder and louder as they screamed through London. Harriett twisted her head round to see a group of doctors swarm down the alleyway towards them. John and the other man sprang up and out of their way, pressing themselves against the opposite wall. Harriett just saw the other man watching her intently before an oxygen mask was pressed over her face and she passed out for the third time that day.


Harriett counted the rhythmic bleeping of her heart monitor. It sounded fairly steady, which must be a good sign. She counted the time passing by listening to her clock tick the seconds by. Sometimes, it got really irritating having only the heart monitor, various machines, ticking clock and faint radio to keep her company as she lay in bed waiting for the moment to be released from this incredibly boring place.

"Harriett?" A nurse came over to her bedside and Harriett opened her eyes.

"Mm?" She mumbled.

"You have a visitor. Two visitors actually. I'll let them in in a moment." The nurse told her, crouching down to change something on one of her machines.

The nurse stood back up again and helped Harriett to adjust her bed to a sitting position.

"There we are then sweetie. I'll let your visitors in now."

The nurse left her room and a short while later, her two visitors entered.

"Hello." The shorter one said, coming over to her bedside. "I'm not sure if you remember me, but my name's John. John Watson. I found you in the alleyway."

Harriett looked at him for a moment, searching for the memory. "Oh, right, yes of course. Thank you for that by the way."

John nodded a little awkwardly and glanced back at the second man who had entered the room with him. The second man was taller than John, and had curly black hair, a long sweeping coat, a blue scarf wrapped round his neck and a ring-less hand. She didn't know why his lack of a ring was important. He was quite attractive, and looked intellectual. Then again, to Harriett, the first man also looked quite clever, and together, they looked like the best of friends.

"Sherlock. The name's Sherlock." The second man approached her bed slowly, watching her carefully.

"Hi." Harriett said, pulling the covers further up her chest.

"So, Harriett," John interrupted the awkward silence, "how are you feeling?"

"Erm, good thanks. Been better. Although, I need to get to St Mungo's. They'll help me more than these Muggles can." Harriett said, temporarily forgetting who she was talking to.

"What's St Mungo's? And what's a Muggle?" John asked, while Sherlock frowned at her.

Harriett looked up at them in shock, before realising that, of course, they wouldn't know because they were Muggles.

"It's a special hospital. I don't have the energy to explain now, but I'll explain some other time if I see you again." Harriett told them, trying to get herself out of the slightly complicated situation that she had landed herself in. "I don't mean to be rude, but do you think you could go soon? It's just, I'm quite tired and I want to get out of here as soon as possible."

"Oh, of course, yeah, sorry." John stammered, backing away towards the door. "I'll be seeing you then."

John left the room, but Sherlock did not follow him. John poked his head back round the door.

"Coming Sherlock?" He asked his friend.

"Yes, one moment." Sherlock responded. John went back outside the room to wait.

"Yes?" Harriett asked Sherlock inquisitively.

"You're not from around here." It was a statement, not a question.


"You're also looking for something." Again, a statement.

Harriett frowned. "What it's to you?"

"What are you looking for?" Sherlock asked, taking Harriett's response as a 'yes'.

"You won't know what I'm looking for because you're a Muggle." Harriett told him firmly.

Sherlock ignored the Muggle reference again. "Do you have a place to stay?"

Harriett thought for a moment. She hadn't really considered where she was going to stay in London while she looked around for the items. She couldn't go back home and there wasn't anywhere for her to set up her tent.

"Not really." Harriett said slowly, anticipating what his response will be.

"I have a place along Baker Street. It's a house divided into three flats. Only two of the flats are occupied, you're welcome to take the third. I believe that it is reasonable rent and good if you're only staying for a while. John and I share flat B, Mrs Hudson has the ground floor flat A, but flat C is empty." He sounded a bit like an estate agent. "It's up to you. It's open if you want it, just come along when you're released from here."

Sherlock turned away towards the door and started to leave.

"Wait." Harriett called. Sherlock stopped, but didn't look back. "What's the address?"

"221B Baker Street." Sherlock said, leaving her room.

The nurse came back into Harriett's room, bringing her a tray of food.

"That man is quite peculiar isn't he? Do you know him?" The nurse said as she put the tray down on the table.

"He's Sherlock Holmes." Harriett told the nurse. "And I don't think anyone can say that they know him."

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