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Hazel Potter knew she was a witch. The letter from Hogwarts was really unnecessary. She wrote back that she was quite fine with her magic as it was. This led to an awkward meeting with the Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress, who were clearly both surprised to find her as she was, rather than the ‘Boy-Who-Lived’ as she was apparently known after her parents were killed.
Right, Hazel was a girl, not a boy. That was one of the first things she fixed when she was quite young, around five years old. She had told Aunt Petunia that she was a girl, rather than a boy, but her aunt (whose attitude had improved immensely since) insisted that she was a boy. She had gotten terribly upset and screamed “Fix this!”, and then, it was.
From that moment on she was a girl. She soon realised that those two words meant something, and that she was a bit tired after using them more often on a particular day.
The Dursleys, who had previously been quite antagonistic toward her, were now perfectly pleasant. She had her own room with new clothes and good furnishings. She hadn’t been bullied in years.
Now, Hazel knew that this had to have limits, because she was still quite young. She couldn’t just fix everything by screaming… yet. She also was familiar with the fact that as a minor, adults still had to make some decisions, so she was unable to argue enough to keep herself from attending Hogwarts.
Shopping for silly things like potion ingredients and wands was terribly dull for Hazel. She really couldn’t think of any situation where she might need them. She did appreciate the book shop, since she could at least read about what other people could do with magic.
The first day of September, Hazel began meeting her new classmates, though they all seemed to lack imagination. Hermione Granger was adamant that anything not in books couldn’t be true, even when Hazel showed her some of her magic when Neville Longbottom’s toad went missing. She caused the adventurous amphibian to appear in her hand from wherever he had disappeared to.
Hazel was mostly ignored by everyone else, as she didn’t look like the ‘Boy-Who-Lived’ with her wavy auburn hair (she liked that it was closer to her mom’s hair with a bit of her dad’s mixed in) and her complete lack of glasses or facial scar.
That is, until it was time for the Sorting. McGonagall stumbled over her name a bit, when she was incapable of saying ‘Harry’ as her first name and finally gave up and said it right.
The hat seemed to think she’d be a good fit for Slytherin, but she didn’t like the reputation of that house. She liked the sound of Hufflepuff, but the Hat was adamant that she not go there. She was considering using her spell to fix the situation when the Hat shouted “Gryffindor!” taking away the opportunity.
Well, red wasn’t a bad colour, at least.
Her new housemates had many questions about who she was, whether she was related to the Boy-Who-Lived, and where she had been living. When the headmaster told everyone about the forbidden third floor corridor, she frowned. She didn’t want to go to a school where it was so dangerous. She decided she would have to fix things.
She had to wait until a few days later to visit the corridor, and when she found the only defense between the students and a possibly hungry cerberus was a locked door, she pointed to it and said, “Fix this!”
The door vanished, and she turned on her heel to leave, sure that it was fixed to her satisfaction.
The following day, Professor Quirrell was gone, and the other teachers were clearly concerned. Hazel just went about her day as usual, until Potions class with the Slytherins.
After failing to answer Snape’s questions to the man’s satisfaction, she gave one look at the recipe he had placed on the board and rolled her eyes. It was far too complicated.
“Fix this!” she said to her cauldron, which immediately filled with a perfect example of the potion she was supposed to be brewing. She sat back with a smirk.
When the dour man noticed her full cauldron and demanded answers (which she gave truthfully) he immediately gave her a detention.
Instead of a standard detention, Snape dragged her off to see the Headmaster, who questioned her on how she had cheated to create the potion. She was once again completely honest, and even offered to produce another cauldron full of the potion if he wanted.
Snape sneered and told her she may as well brew the Elixir of Life, rather than the boil cure potion, if it was so easy. She simply shrugged and said, “Fix this!”, causing her cauldron to fill with a shiny, platinum-coloured potion that drew horrified looks from Professor Snape and the Headmaster, who began interrogating her about where some rock was.
After not getting the answers they wanted and forcing her to look into their eyes to a very uncomfortable degree, they allowed her to return to her dormitory. A few days later she read about legilimency and demanded that her mind “Fix this!”
It was odd, rearranging her thoughts this way, but she was confident that no one would read her mind again.
Three years and far too many stupid teachers later, Hazel was in her fourth year, having learned only about what other people could do with magic during the previous three years. She adamantly refused to ever try anything other than her spell, which always succeeded, despite not being part of the curriculum. She didn’t really care about the grades, but when threatened with being held back, simply replied with “Fix this!” at which point some technical jargon in the Hogwarts rules made it so that the teachers could not do so. Snape absolutely refused to allow her to attend his classes, which she was fine with.
The previous year, she had at least gained a new family member, Sirius Black. The old dog was innocent, apparently, and she ‘fixed’ the situation to get him a trial and make sure that the rat was imprisoned instead of him. The ministry had been in quite an uproar when several dementors stopped existing after the disastrous train ride at the beginning of that year and then again at the end.
She was very strongly considering visiting Azkaban when she got older to remove the rest of them, but had been convinced to wait for now by Sirius, Remus, and her best friend Luna Lovegood, who had been the only one to really believe her about how her magic worked.
Sirius was second closest, but was mostly interested in how she might use the spell for pranks.
Now, it was Samhain (Hazel had found magical holidays much more interesting than their ‘Christian’ counterparts) and her name had just come out of the damn goblet.
“FIX THIS!” she shouted, pointing at the artifact.
There was a pop, and the artifact crumbled into dust along with the parchment with her name on it. She nodded in satisfaction and walked out of the Great Hall while the onlookers stared after her.
She was called in to see the Headmaster again, and informed that she was expected to partake in the Tournament anyway. They were unconvinced that her spell was successful, but luckily some conversations with Luna after she calmed down helped her see this as an opportunity.
“Alright, if I’m to take part, I have to be considered an adult. That was your rule, after all.”
“Ha-zel, my - dear,” Dumbledore still wasn’t giving up on trying to use her old name and gender, but her spell still held, “We cannot make such an exception. It is for your own good that you remain underage, with guidance from proper guardians.”
“Mmmm, nope,” she popped the ‘p’ sound, “Fix this.”
She smirked as signed parchment appeared on the Headmaster’s desk (and, she later learned, in the appropriate Ministry departments) declaring her emancipated and legally and magically an adult, on the condition she participate in the Tournament.
She was excused so Dumbledore could try to undo her actions, but she was quite confident as usual in her success.
Dragons?! Who sends seventeen-year-olds, let alone a fourteen-year-old, against NESTING FUCKING DRAGONS?!
Hazel took one look at the Horntail and shouted “Fix this!”
The dragon tilted her head, “Pardon? Why do I understand you, human child?”
“Oh, well I made it so we can communicate properly rather than risk my life and your children like the idiots in charge wanted…”
After a lovely conversation with Tiffany the Hungarian Horntail, Hazel left the arena with the golden egg safely tucked under her arm. The judges, for the most part, were unamused. She did get a ten from the creepy Bagman, for some reason.
For the Yule Ball, Professor McGonagall had told her that she had to have a young man for her date. She didn’t want to have a boy for her date, having recently decided that she was in fact only interested in girls that way, so she simply said “Fix this,” in a vaguely threatening voice and invited Luna. The pair enjoyed their evening immensely, dancing to their own rhythm, rather than whatever was actually playing.
When they kidnapped Luna for the Second Task, she very angrily shouted, “FIX THIS!” and all the hostages appeared safe and dry on the docks by the medical tent. The judges scrambled to figure out a way to still have the task, unable for some strange reason to even consider placing the hostages back under water.
In the end, a simple swim to and from the merfolk village was decided to be the best option. Hazel didn’t mind, though she didn’t swim so much as she flew to the village and back in minutes, keen to check on Luna.
The other champions thanked Hazel for keeping the hostages safe, though they all seemed a bit intimidated by her now after her performances in the first two tasks, even though she was only in second place now after all scores were added up (she didn’t see any reason to fix that).
Then, the third task was a simple maze. Hazel simply walked in, said “fix this,” and walked in a straight, unimpeded line to the cup.
Upon arrival in the graveyard, Hazel dodged the first stunning spell sent her way before yelling, “Fix this!”
Her assailant, Barty Crouch Jr., was found bound, gagged, and wandless in a Ministry holding cell a few hours later.
Hazel was understandably disgusted by the gross baby Voldemort. She pointed at him and said, “Fix this!”
After a lovely light show, a complete and thankfully clothed man stood beside her. He immediately began panicking as he comprehended his ‘soulless actions’, and begged her forgiveness.
She fixed it.
Tom Marvollo Riddle, now going by Jane Elvira Nygma, joined her little family as an honorary aunt. No one ever heard of Lord Voldemort or Tom Riddle again, though several famous treasures were discovered in a secret room in Hogwarts the next year by Hazel and her new girlfriend Luna. Dumbledore had been terrified when she first brought him the artifacts, but then astonished at his discovery that they were not tarnished by the darkest of magics.
Once Luna graduated, She and Hazel traveled around the world, discovering magical creatures that may or may not have existed before they ‘found’ them and enjoying many natural wonders. The dementors of Azkaban and similar non-beings disappeared soon after their journeys started, though no one had seen the young women near the homes of said non-beings. They never bothered getting married or having children, and even had a few other girlfriends from time to time, but most just couldn’t wrap their heads around Hazel’s (and to some extent Luna’s) magical abilities.
In the end, after all their family and friends had gone on to their own next great adventures, the pair simply seemed to disappear. They didn’t die, and their files remained active in some forgotten department in the Ministry of Magic until the institution ceased to exist. Some say that if you wish hard enough for something to go right and then it magically just does, Hazel and Luna have paid you a visit, blessing you in their own special way.