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Harriet Potter knew many things. She knew she didn’t like going to Mrs. Figg’s house on the weekends because her cats were smelly. She knew that the best way to avoid Dudley and Piers without getting in any more trouble with Aunt Petunia was to run directly home from school after class through the back exit and then the garden. She also knew that on occasion, there was a voice in the back of her head that gave lectures on something called magic. This voice called her a word Harrie had never heard Aunt Petunia use before: it called her horcrux.
In which everything is mostly the same, except Harriet Potter’s heart wasn’t beating when she came out of the womb. It didn’t beat until there was a little intervention by a mysterious force called Death that claims Harrie as its master.
There are many side effects of this, of course. For one, there’s a boy-who-lived, not a girl who lived. An entirely different side effect is, of course, that the line between Harrie and horcrux has some cracks in it. Sometimes, knowledge slips through.