vi. tell me about impossible, why don't you?

But one thing was obvious: if Harriet was going to do anything, she'd so have to plan every step of it and study every possible outcome before acting. She'd need a Plan A, B, C, and possibly even a Plan D and E.

When Harriet finished tending to the garden, she went inside the house to see Petunia wiping the kitchen table. Why she would do that when lunch would be served in less than two hours was beyond Harriet, but she shrugged it off and sat down.

"I've finished, Aunt Petunia", she said and swung her legs back and forth under the table, beaming at her not-really-aunt.

"That's great, Harriet. Wait just one more minute and I'll be ready, too."

And it really did only take a minute, thought for Harriet it seriously felt like a lifetime. She shifted in her chair as she watched her aunt clean the table. This would be it. Now she would tell Petunia about the time-travel. Would she believe it? To be honest, that story was far-fetched, but it was true.

"Is everything alright, Harriet?", Petunia asked with a concerned voice and Harriet started. She hadn't even noticed the woman in front of her sitting down. She really couldn't keep the words in herself anymore, so she just blurted out, "I'm from the future."

Way to drop the bomb, Harriet thought.

"W-what? What do you mean 'from the future'?", Petunia asked confused.

Harriet sighed. "Ok, well…this sounds far-fetched, I know. Like, really far-fetched. It's unbelievable, and to be honest, I've thought I impossible until this morning too, so you'll just have to trust me to tell the truth about everything." She stared down Petunia as she watched for any sign of suspicion or disbelief, but…nothing. Petunia just had a blank face on and nodded.

"I can't say I believe you, but go on. I will hear you out and decide afterwards."

And so Harriet started talking. About how her life continued being horrible even after her sixth birthday, how she found out about being a witch, her years at Hogwarts with Ron and Hermione, all her life-threatening adventures, how she spent her last year living in a tent living off mushrooms. She told Petunia how she married Ron and had three children that were all at Hogwarts already. How her life had turned out and how she got killed by a first year student cursing her while her back was turned. About everything Línnea had told her about her life. And, of course, about Dumbledore and how he had manipulated her life even before she was born.

"She said that the Whomping Willow, a very dangerous tree, was highly illegal and that one students died from its branches and another fell into a coma…", she said and trailed off.

Petunia's eyes were wide with shock, but before she could say anything, Harriet continued. "The children who died died the year the tree was set up. It was their first year at Hogwarts…their names were Elizabeth Potter and Rose Evans. Yes, they were Mum's and Dad's twin sisters. Rose died. But Elizabeth survived. Or at least I think she did. All I know is that she lost an arm and fell into a coma with a broken skull. If she ever came out of it…" She trailed off again.

"Rosie? My little sister? Rose Suzie Evans? She died because of a tree?"

Harriet sighed. "Another bomb-drop, Aunt Petunia. She wasn't really your sister. Mum wasn't either. And your parents weren't really your parents either."

"What do you mean, they weren't my sister or parents?", Petunia asked. She already had tears streaming down her face.

"Línnea told me that Grandpa and Grandma thought they couldn't have any children, so they adopted you. But two years later they were proven wrong when Mum and Aunt Rose were born. That's why you've always looked so different from your family. Because they weren't your biological family. You with me so far?"

Petunia nodded, tears still streaming down her face as she listened to her not-really niece go on with her tale about time-travel. It sounded unbelievable. In fact, it sounded so unbelievable and far-fetched that a six-year-old would come up with such a story, she just had to believe it.

"I believe you, Harriet. Everything. It just sounds so impossible…"

Harriet laughed loudly. "Tell me about impossible, why don't you? Believe me, I know. All my life could probably be described be the word 'impossible'. But here I am, telling you the truth about my life."

She looked Petunia dead in the eye and said seriously, "I'm glad that you believe me. I don't think I can take on Dumbledore alone like this." At the last words she gestured at her children's body and chuckled slightly. Petunia's lips quirked upwards ever so slightly. But as soon as the smile came, it went away again and both of them sobered.

"What do you plan to do against Dumbledore?", Petunia asked.

"Well, the first thing I want to do is to go to Gringotts and get my inheritance. Then I want to change my name and make Harriet Potter disappear from the world. What we do after that is that we do everything in our power to get my godfather Sirius Black out of prison because he was framed by someone who is still a free man."

Petunia nodded. "Ok, but when do you want to do this?"

"Remember when I said I wanted to go to the park today?" Petunia nodded. "Well, I was planning on going to Gringotts instead of the park to start on our plan. You can go too. Maybe you've got magical blood in yourself."

Petunia perked up, but deflated again quickly. "And what do we tell Vernon?"

"Today's Thursday, right?", Harriet asked and Petunia nodded confused. "Doesn't Uncle Vernon have to go to work again at about 3pm? And doesn't he only come back at like 10pm? We'd have enough time to get everything done. So, do you want to come?"

"Of course I do! If I get even some kind of information about my family, that will be more than enough!"

Harriet smiled. "Perfect. Then how about we-"

At that moment, the door opened and they heard Vernon shout his greeting through the house.

"I'm home, Pet! FREAK! IS OUR LUNCH READY?"

Petunia quickly left walked out to greet Vernon with a peck on the cheek. Fortunately he did not see his wife grimacing at the kiss. Now that Harriet knew everything, she didn't have to pretend in her presence anymore.

Harriet also stood up and went into the hall. "Yes, Uncle Vernon. Lunch is completely ready. We'll just have to wait until Dudley comes back from school."

Vernon nodded, suspicious of his niece's behaviour. Normally this was the time for any six-year-old to complain about the work they do. No, Vernon hadn't forgotten that today was Harriet's birthday, but why should he acknowledge a freak's birthday? He practically scanned Harriet up and down before taking his gaze away and walking into the kitchen to sit down at the table.

He didn't even wait for Dudley to come home and started munching on the food Harriet had prepared while she was talking with Petunia.

When Dudley finally came back home and they all started eating, Vernon and him were too preoccupied to notice Harriet eating as much as Petunia, and the female's were somewhere completely different with their thoughts.

They had to prepare what to tell Dudley and what to say if Vernon came home early for some unknown reason or if Dudley decided to throw a temper tantrum again.

Needless to say, they had to plan a lot of back-up plans. Fortunately they both had many ideas for back-up plans, though they hoped to never need them.