Untitled HP SDV Crossover

Fandom: H*rry P*tt*r, Stardew Valley

Chapter 1: The Letter

Holly coughed as she inhaled yet more dust. She waved her hand to fan away the dust, then pulled the stack of paper out of the drawer.

She was going through some of Sirius’ belongings. More specifically, she was trying to sort through any documents left by his death – which themselves had been left by his dead family members. As a result of Sirius having been a fugitive prior to his death, he hadn’t gotten around to anything more official – ministry stuff and whatnot. As Sirius’ sole remaining heir, the task fell to her.

She flicked through the papers. They were all rather dull in her opinion. A lot of stuffy rich people stuff. Ok sure she was technically rich people, but considering her upbringing, she hardly felt it.

Also the goblins had confiscated a lot of her money as ‘reparations’ for her breaking into Gringotts.

Well she still had the Black family money, but as she learned more and more of just how the Blacks had gotten that fortune, the less she wanted anything to do with it.

Maybe she would just donate most of it to charity or something, it’s not like she couldn’t find some way to earn an income. She had several open offers – from Professor McGonagall to teach at Hogwarts, from the Ministry in practically every department, from a few Quidditch teams even. The only position that came even remotely close to being something she would consider was teaching. Sure, she enjoyed Quidditch, but playing professionally would only earn her more attention and adoration that she distinctly did not want.

Of course she still would get attention from students at Hogwarts, but they’d see her every day, so the novelty of having the so-called ‘boy-who-lived’ as their teacher should wear off rather quickly.

Also there was the small issue of most of the wizarding world still believing she was a man. Not that she could really blame them, she thought the same thing up until a few months ago and hadn’t exactly gone public with that information. Not that she particularly wanted to but, considering she would likely end up in history books, she would rather the correct information about her identity be printed.

No one wanted to be forever remembered as the wrong gender.

She also looked very different from the way she had before coming out. Magic really was very helpful. She figured she would be unrecognizable, not that she had tested that yet.

Compared to the rat’s nest her hair had been, now it fell down past her shoulders and was somewhat wavy. She had also coloured it bright green because, honestly, why the hell not. She had also gotten shorter. Not by much, just a few inches. Her face had softened and now looked significantly more feminine. She had been told by a few people that she now looked a lot like her mother.

Oh, and she had boobs now. That was a pretty big difference from a few months ago.

As for the name she chose – Holly Lily Potter. The reasoning behind the middle name was obvious – it was her mother’s name. As for the first name, she had literally just chosen it because her wand was made of Holly wood, and it was a very cute name besides.

She dropped the stack of papers onto the desk, which simply kicked up more dust for her to cough on.

She pulled open another drawer. This one mercifully only contained one item – an envelope. She pulled it out and examined it. On it, in rough handwriting, was written ‘For Harry.’ She recognized the handwriting of course – it belonged to Sirius. This envelope was for her from her godfather. She did grimace slightly at her dead name, but she honestly couldn’t exactly fault Sirius since he hadn’t actually known at the time considering he died years before she had come out.

She considered opening it now, but then remembered she still had stack upon stacks of papers to go through.

But the envelope’s contents were guaranteed to be much more appealing than more Black family bullshit.

But those papers needed to be dealt with soon.

But the envelope was from Sirius.

Her mind made up, she sat back in her seat as she careful tore open the envelope. Fuck the papers.

She pulled out two pieces of paper from the envelope. One was written on parchment and appeared to be a letter. The other, bizarrely, appeared to be made out of muggle paper, of all things. Setting aside the muggle paper for now, she unfolded the letter and began to read.

Dear Harry,

She mentally corrected that to Holly.

I honestly hope you never have to read this. It’s something I wanted to tell you in person. However, if you’re reading this now, it is most likely because I died before the time I planned to tell you – that being your 17th birthday when you became an adult.

Enclosed in the envelope is a deed to a property that once belonged to your grandfather – James’ father. Following his death, James ended up with it, and then after I left you at the end of your 3rd year at Hogwarts, I found it among James’ belongings in his office in your childhood home. I have since kept it with me for safekeeping.

It was my intention to give it to you on your 17th birthday, as I said. However, it would seem as though that did not happen.

The property in question is a farm.

That’s right, your grandpa was a farmer. He retired, however, after marrying your grandmother.

As I understand it, James was considering settling down there after you had finished school, but that of course didn’t happen.

Now it’s yours. You can take it or leave it as you please.

I remember once when your grandpa mentioned it. Said the town it was in was very nice. Small and a wonderful and accepting community. The valley it was in he called stunning in every way.

Most importantly, he had called it a nice escape from life here in Britain. Something that I think you could use potentially. After all, it is very likely no one there has ever heard of you. You could easily become completely anonymous.

He had also said that this valley was filled with magic in a way he had never found in Britain – not even around Hogwarts.

In other words, he had found this valley appealing in every way, and I can’t for the life of me imagine why he would ever have left.

No matter what you decide now, just remember that this option is always there should you choose to take it.

With all my love,

-Sirius

Holly found herself blinking away a few tears. Not only was this letter from Sirius, but it had actual information about her family. Information no one had ever told her before.

She picked up the deed and examined it. Apparently, this farm was somewhere called ‘Pelican Town.’

She considered this new option she now had. Admittedly, it was the most appealing of all of them – certainly more appealing than some boring desk job at the ministry. It was away from Britain and away from her fame.

Away from home. Away from her friends.

Her friends could visit pretty easily, never mind that there was nowhere in Britain she really considered ‘home.’ Maybe Hogwarts at one point, but she had nearly died there too many times for it to really feel like home anymore. The Burrow, perhaps, could have been, but she hadn’t been there since before she had even come out. Ever since she had holed up in 12 Grimauld Place with only Madam Pomphrey visiting to deliver the potions Holly had needed for transition.

She probably should go to this farm. She had always enjoyed gardening. This would simply be more of that but scaled up. A lot. And also her income from now on would depend on her doing that well should she choose this. Which she really wanted to do.

She was startled out of her thought by a knock at the door. She sighed and put down the deed and letter before getting up and stretching. She felt her neck pop.

“Who the hell…” she shuffled over to the door , carefully stepping over the remains of the wall that once held the portrait of Sirius’ mother. She opened the door.

Standing on her doorstep were her two best friends, Ron and Hermione, looking much the same, albeit much less dirty and injured than after the final battle, than when she last saw them.

Hi,” Hermione said, “we’re uh… we’re here looking for Harry. Do you think you could go get him please?”

Holly scowled. It wasn’t their fault, she had never told them. Or anyone, really. Just Luna since Luna had been the reason she had even figured it out at all. And Madam Pomphrey of course.

“No one by that name lives here,” she said.

Hermione frowned. “But-“

Ron put his hand on her shoulder. “So you bought this place off him?”

Holly shook her head. “The last time this house changed hands would be following Sirius’ death.”

“So… are you like a caretaker or something?”

Holly shook her head. “Kreacher can handle that easily on his own, he’s quite particular about his cleaning. No, I do own this house.”

“But what about Harry?” Ron said.

Holly shrugged. “To be perfectly honest, I have never, ever met someone who goes by that name. Would you two like to come inside?” She turned and strolled to the kitchen, assuming her friends were following her.

They had followed her, and sat down at the kitchen table.

“Tea?” she asked.

They both shook their heads.

Holly nodded before sitting down.

She examined both of their faces. “Surely you have questions?”

Hermione nodded. “How did you come to own this house then?”

Holly snorted. “Inherited it, of course. Would have preferred not to, but shit happens, ya know?”

Hermione frowned. “Wait. So is Harry… dead?” She looked ill at the thought.

Holly sighed. “Maybe? I don’t know, really. In a sense, he never exactly existed in the first place. No, I did not inherit this house from your friend, I inherited it from my godfather.”

“But then-“ Ron said, but Holly interrupted him by simply lifting her bangs to show her faded but still visible scar.

“Harry?” They both said at once.

Holly winced, and Hermione noticed.

“That’s not entirely accurate then, is it?”

Holly shook her head.

“Wait but you said you never met anyone named Harry?” Ron said.

Holly shrugged. “I said I never met anyone who goes by Harry. As in currently goes by Harry. Since I don’t, it is a true statement.”

“What’s your name then?” Hermione asked.

“Holly. Holly Lily Potter.”

Hermione smiled. “Hi, Holly.”

Holly smiled back at her friend. “Hey, Hermione.”

Ron looked back and forth between them. “Wait, so- hang on, you can just do that?”

Holly nodded. “I’m a girl, Ron. Always have been, I guess. Just hadn’t figured out until a few months ago.”

“So that’s where you’ve been this summer! You’ve been-“ Ron gestured generally at her body “-changing things.”

Holly pursed her lips. “Not exactly. That only took around a week or so. The rest of the time I’ve been…” she gestured around the house. “Changing other things.”

“I notice you got rid of that portrait,” Hermione said.

Holly nodded. “She was getting very annoying.”

Ron snorted.

“Anyway, I have been debating heading out for a bit. It’s awfully dull in here. There is so much boring paperwork the Blacks left, and I dread going through it ‘cause you just never know what sort of covered up murders and whatnot you’ll find.” She sighed. “I have half a mind to just turn it all over to the Ministry and let them deal with it all instead. Donate the money too, I really want no part of any of it.”

“You could go out without people staring at you too, couldn’t you?” Ron said.

Holly nodded. “I had thought of that. No one would recognize me, I’d just be another girl out there. But… I just don’t want history remembering ‘Harry Potter’ forever. I want people to remember me as myself. So sooner or later I will need to come out more publicly.”

“What’s with the hair?” Hermione asked. “It’s… different.”

Holly shrugged. “Just felt like it. Green is a nice colour.”

“It does suit you, Holly,” Ron said.

Holly smiled. “Thanks.”

“So… what are you planning on doing, Holly? Like as a job, that is?”

Holy sighed. “I have… offers. Ministry, Hogwarts, among others. I just… I don’t want to do any of them. And I know I will need to, after the goblins and with giving away all the Black money… but just none of the options appeal to me. And I don’t have a muggle education either.” She shrugged. “I do have one other option, but I’d end up moving away. Very far away.”

“How far?”

Holly shrugged again. “Dunno. It’s definitely not near here. It’s this, uh, farm that my grandpa owned. I found out about it in this letter Sirius left me.”

“Do you think you’ll go?” Hermione asked.

Holly nodded. “I think it would be best. I’d be away from here. Sure, I’d miss you… but I can visit, or you can visit, or whatever. We can apparate after all.”

“We’d miss you too,” Ron said.

Holly stood up and walked around the table and pulled her friends into a long hug.

“Wha- Holly?” Hermione said. “You… you never initiated a hug before…”

“I just…” Holly said. “I just love you two so much.”

“We love you too, Holly,” Ron said.

Holly felt a couple tears fall from her eyes.

Holly pulled back. “Would- would you two like to come with me?” she asked.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other then back to Holly.

“We, uh-“ Hermione started.

“Well, I’m actually an auror trainee now,” Ron said, “and Hermione wants to go back to Hogwarts.”

Holly nodded. “Right. I got that offer for the aurors too. Didn’t really want to take it.”

There was an awkward silence.

“I just… would you two stay the night, at least?”

Hermione and Ron nodded, and Holly sighed.

“Wanna go on a quick house tour?”

Ron looked confused. “We’ve stayed here before.”

Holly giggled. “Yeah, but things have changed beyond just me knocking down that wall. Come on.”

And with that, Holly led her two friends around the house, showing all the changes she had made.

The Girl-Who-Lived

By Luna Lovegood

Late last night, a young witch with green hair visited our office to deliver a short letter that she wanted published. The witch in question is the former Boy-Who-Lived and now, as the letter explains, Girl-Who-Lived. The letter reads as follows:

To the readers of the Quibbler,

My name is Holly Lily Potter. I’m an 18-year-old witch. Most of you probably know me by a different name. That name is no longer accurate. I’m writing this simply to get this information out there because I just don’t want history remembering me as the person I’m not. I instead want to be remembered as Holly.

Why this paper? Simple, the family who runs it are close friends of mine, and Luna Lovegood is the reason I was able to figure out I was trans in the first place. I don’t trust any other paper besides them as well (you know why, Daily Prophet).

That’s about all I had to say, but I will add one more thing. I will be leaving Britain indefinitely. To my friends, you can send an owl and I will tell you where it is you can visit me.

Sincerely,

Holly Lily Potter

This author can confirm that Holly did figure out her own gender in conversation with herself and immediately told her before leaving to pursue her transition. We at the Quibbler would like to wish her well in whatever the coming years have in store for her.

Holly dropped the Quibbler back onto the table. She sipped her morning coffee, thinking over what she had to do later that day.

Holly had managed to obtain an international portkey that would take her to a city not far from the town she was moving to. From there she intended to take a bus to arrive in the valley.

Stardew Valley, it was called. A beautiful name, in her opinion.

After finishing her coffee, she stood up and rinsed her mug off in the sink.

She would be selling the house and everything in it. Kreacher had already agreed to go work for Hermione. Wasn’t that wild? Kreacher, the Black family house elf, who had once been so deep into blood purity bullshit, was now willingly working for a muggleborn.

The money from that sale would be used to fund her start in the valley while the rest of the Black fortune had been exchanged for pounds and donated to various muggle charities. She felt that was the most ironic of her options.

She sat back down at the table, picking the Quibbler back up to read more articles. She laughed at one about how Cornelius Fudge, former minister for magic, had been spotted in Tibet and having converted to Buddhism. Holly however knew the man had died to Voldemort’s wand shortly after he had been sacked.

Very soon, the time came for Holly to take her portkey. She had already said all her good byes the day before, and so simply summoned the portkey – a broken watch – to her hand and was shortly whisked away to her destination across the globe.