Sarah honestly didn't know what she was getting herself into when she decided to involve herself in a mission. Her, a ten, almost eleven year old girl, was going on her very first solo mission in some foreign universe she had no idea even existed.

The task at hand was a relatively simple one: Kill the dark lord. Of course, Sarah could just easily waltz into his house and kill him at the snap of her fingers, but that wouldn't exactly be much of a challenge for her. She likes to be challenged, she likes to be tested on her skills, she likes the idea of being the superior one out of her age group..

What she didn't expect was getting teleported into some knockoff version of England and her body turning into that of a seven year olds. Great, not only was she in an unfamiliar location, but she is now a fucking ten year old trapped in a seven year olds body!

"Well you said you wanted a challenge."

"But not-ugh!" Sarah angrily huffed. She mentally makes a note to herself that once this mission is over with, she is teleporting back into headquarters and punching Keita in the face.

Walking around the neighborhood, Sarah  glanced over and noticed a small boy around her age running away from three overly-grotesque kids. Rolling her eyes, Sarah was planning on ignoring them until one of them, a boy with slightly curly brown hair, shoved her out of the way.

Dusting herself off and following them, Sarah watched as they cornered the small boy in a nearby alleyway and were monologuing about what they were going to do to him. The boy was cowering in fear, frantically searching for a way out. He reminded Sarah of her own past life in a way, as she was once in his position before joining the SRS.

Heavily sighing and slowly regretting her decision to even do this in the first place, Sarah calmly walked over to them and made sure to stay out of sight, as she didn't know rather or not she needed to use her powers to save the poor kid. Before the first punch landed, a surge of energy bursted out of the boys chest and sent the others flying out of the alleyway and into the road. Sarah looked at the sight in shock, for she wasn't even aware this kid possessed any form of supernatural abilities.

Quickly rushing in and grabbing the boy by the arm, Sarah opened up a warp-gate and ran straight through it, closing it after the kid entered. Running her fingers through her long, unruly hair, Sarah looked over at the surprised kid with confusion written on her face.

"I don't exactly know who you are and what you just did back there, but holy fucking shit you really showed those boys who they're messing with!" Sarah excitedly exclaimed as the kid beside her started to cower in fear, shielding his face with his arms.

"I-I didn't mean to! I-It was just an accident!"

Sarah blinked for a few seconds before comforting the kid, "Hey, it's all right. All you did was some basic self defense, so I really don't know why you're acting like I'm going to hit you."

Suddenly it hit her; this boy was being abused, and likely has been ever since he was a baby judging by how malnourished he looked and the way he's acting. As someone who has once been in a similar situation and knows people who have experienced different forms of abuse, Sarah knows that this kid is having a hard time processing what happened and is probably fearing some sort of punishment for defending himself from those brutes. God when she gets her hands on whoever mistreated this kid, she's gonna go on a full blown rampage!

Right now her top priority, asides from the main mission at hand, is to protect this kid and make sure he is loved and taken care of. If whoever he was living with isn't doing their job right, then that means Sarah will just have to take matters into her own hands.

Was teleporting into an abandoned cottage intentional? No, but since when does her warp-gates ever take her to the correct location? Not unless she's in her other form they don't..

Gently letting go of the kid, Sarah decided to look around the place for a bit and get to know the layout better. It's not exactly perfect, but it'll do as temporary housing for now. Magic seems to be holding the place together, as the appliances seem to be working right and nothing here is broken.

"Not complaining one bit," Sarah thought as she headed up the steps, "Not complaining one bit."

—

     Harry didn't know what to think when some mysterious girl grabbed him by the arm and teleported them to god knows where, much less him acting out against his cousin and gang by somehow blasting them away. He knows he's going to get punished soon, rather it's by his relatives or the girl with strange lavender hair that's slowly fading into an off-color pink. Judging by the girls reaction, she thought what he did was cool, but to Harry it meant that he was acting more and more like a freak.

     He couldn't control what just happened back in the alleyway...It was just an accident like that girl said...Yeah, an accident....one that he'll eventually get punished for....

     Looking around, Harry noticed that he was in some sort of old cottage...with the furniture intact and everything...It was like magic was still holding the whole thing together....and it was warm inside here too, unlike his cupboard or the shed.

     Harry often dreamt at night of someone coming in and rescuing him from this horrible nightmare that he has been living in for the past six years. Could this be his knight in shining armor he's been dreaming about? Is she here to save him from his relatives?

     Whatever her motivations are for taking him with her, Harry is still forever thankful for taking a freak like him in. At least he won't have to worry about getting punished for the time being....he hopes....

—

     "So, what's your name, kid?" Sarah asked as she handed Harry over a plate full of teriyaki.

     Harry smiled, "Harry Potter, and you?"

     "Sarah Bellum," Sarah responded as she started to eat the food Harry made for dinner, "I didn't know you could cook also."

     Harry nervously chuckled, "I didn't exactly have a choice..."

     Sarah took note of what he just said, "How come? You seem to be really good at it."

     "I...don't feel comfortable discussing it with anyone," Harry said as he played with his food, "Are you by any chance part Chinese?"

     'Oh, so he's changing the subject....'

     Sarah nodded, "My moms half Chinese, while my other mom is American. I guess we can say which genetics I ended up inheriting."

      "Why is your hair two different colors?" Harry asked as he gestured over to Sarah's wavy hair.

     Sarah chuckled, "It's quite a long story; I was actually born with lavender hair, but I got into an...accident (let's just phrase it like that) when I was younger and it caused me to develop certain traits..one of which being my hair slowly turning an off-color pink if I overuse my powers. Trust me when I say this, but pink hair does not clash with my eyes well."

      "I think you would look quite beautiful with pink hair, even if it's more on the salmon side," Harry complimented as Sarah smiled.

     "You're pretty nice for a kid, Harry."

     "Me, nice? I...thank you very much for the compliments...I really don't get them a....whole....lot.." Harry blushed a bit.

     "Get used to it, Harry, alongside the fact that I have quite the sailor mouth if someone or something pisses me off," Sarah jokingly said as Harry was internally panicking.

     "I-I promise I'll be good!"

     Sarah blinked for a few seconds before responding, "Noted...Anyways, there's a bedroom upstairs for you to sleep in. Well both bedrooms are pretty average sized, but I claimed the one with the closet because I'm the oldest one here."

     "But you look to be around my age," Harry said, "So how exactly are you older than me?"

     Sarah was going to respond with 'by three years', but decided against doing so, "Because I said I am."

     "What's 2+2?" Harry asked.

     Sarah shrugged, "Four, but I don't know what basic preschool math has to do with my age. What, did you think the answer to that problem was fish?"

     "W-Well I couldn't actually pay very good attention in school....." Harry's eyes wavered from Sarah's, "I wasn't allowed t-to get good grades..."

     "Who the fuck forbade you from getting good grades?" Sarah asked, even though she already knew the answer to that: Most likely whoever he was living with prior to her essentially kidnapping him.

     "M-My uncle Vernon and a-aunt Petunia," Harry responded in a hushed tone.

     "Well fuck them, because you deserve to do just as well in life as everyone else," Sarah exclaimed as she was in the process of mentally planning a murder. Execution? No, too old fashioned. Murder-Suicide? Seems like a winner at this point.
 
     "B-But freaks aren't allowed to do well in life..." Harry was about to continue on before Sarah shoved a fork full of teriyaki in Harry's mouth.

     "Well if you're a freak, then that must make me the ringleader of the entire circus," Sarah jokingly said before cleaning up her and Harry's mess, "Anyways I'm going to go wash the dishes. Why don't you go outside and look around in the woods?"

     "B-But what if I get lost?" Harry asked as he got up from his seat.

     "It won't take me long to find you, so no need to worry about getting lost," Sarah responded before turning on the faucet and grabbing a handful of soap, "Thank god whoever was living here previously had a stocked kitchen..."

     Harry didn't bother to overhear the last part of Sarah's sentence as he walked out the door and headed in a random direction. Walking through the woods, Harry admired the scenery as it felt like there was something mystical about it. It was like magic, but with something more to it.

     Sitting down on a nearby tree branch and resting his legs, Harry looked around and took note of where he was at. There were trees surrounding him (he's in a forest, what did he expect) varying in all different shapes and sizes, he could hear the sound of a nearby stream of water making its way down the hill, and even the sound of a snake slithering up close to his person. Wait....snake?!?

     Looking down at his feet, Harry noticed a small cobra coming directly at him...clearly with the intention of killing.

     "What the actual fuck?" Harry got up and stared at the snake with confusion in his eyes, remembering that cobras weren't exactly local species of forests.

     "Oh, so you're also a parselmouth?"

     Harry raised an eyebrow. Parselmouth? Is that the language of snakes? If so, then why exactly is he speaking to a snake?

     "Am I going insane?"

     "No, you clearly aren't going insane, boy. You are speaking to the great and powerful Lord Voldemort right now," the snake, known as Lord Voldemort, responded.

     Harry blinked for a few seconds before bursting out into a fit of laughter, "Great and powerful? You? But you're just a snake!"

     "I am the dark lord, you should be running away in fear right now, not laughing!" Lord Voldemort angrily hissed.

     "The dark lord? You? I never even heard of a dark lord before, much less someone who goes by the name 'Lord Voldemort'" Harry said as he carefully picked the snake up and held him in his arms, "Regardless of rather or not you're an 'evil dark lord', you're still coming with me. I'm sure Sarah will be excited to meet you, Lord Voldemort!"

     Lord Voldemort hissed, "Foolish mortal, you will soon regret the day you-"

     "You monologue too much," Harry interjected as the two of them made their way up the hill, "And by the way, my name is Harry Potter, not 'boy'. I-I don't like being called 'boy' and I would appreciate it if you would stop with the whole intimidation act, please."

     Lord Voldemort kept his mouth shut. So this was his mortal enemy? The one who destroyed him all those years ago? He's not exactly the warrior he imagined Potter to be, that's for sure.

     For one, he's far too skinny and small for his age. Secondly, he's not even aware about his own heritage, much less the existence of the Wizarding World on its own. To top it all off, Potter looks like he hasn't had a decent meal in a while, much less a pair of clothes that fit him.

     And who exactly is this 'Sarah' girl Potter keeps talking about? Judging by the way he speaks, it seems like Sarah is this god-like savior sent down from the heavens to come and save him from his relatives. Either Potter heavily admires this girl or he might have a crush on her. Regardless, this could be something he could use on him in the future...maybe as a bargaining chip of sorts...

     Arriving back at the cottage, Sarah greeted Harry at the door with a concerned look on her face. She glanced down at the cobra in Harry's arms before looking back up at him and motioning for him to come in.

     "Harry, why do you have a snake in your arms?" Sarah asked as Harry gently placed Lord Voldemort down onto a nearby cushion.

     So this was the girl Potter talked about? She didn't look anything like the vague description Potter gave him during their long walk here. If anything, it looked like she came from another universe of sorts, or she could possibly be a metamorphosis. Either way, Lord Voldemort knee deep down inside that this girl is clearly not a regular human...

     "Oh, this is Lord Voldemort!" Harry introduced as he gestured over to the snake, "He says he's some sort of 'dark lord' and that I apparently speak 'parseltongue', whatever that is."

     "It is an ancient language spoken by my-"

     "Wait, you can talk to snakes?!? That's so fucking cool!" Sarah exclaimed as she took a mental note of what Harry just said. It seemed her mission here just got a little bit easier....

     "I didn't know I could do it until today..." Harry nervously mumbled as Sarah gently patted him on the head.

     "Go take a bath now, Harry. I'll close up the house tonight, okay?" Sarah smiled as she gestured for Harry to go up the stairs.

     Harry slowly nodded as he descended up the stairs, confused as to where the bathroom was at. Meanwhile Sarah locked the door with her magic right in front of Lord Voldemort, staring at him expressionless.

     "So you're the dark lord I was sent here to vanquish? That's cool, I was honestly expecting to meet you in one form or another, Voldemort."

     Lord Voldemort felt something crawl down his spine. Was it fear? A spider? Whatever it was, he didn't like it one bit.

     "You know if it wasn't for me actually caring about Harry's happiness, I would've fucking slaughtered you right in front of him with a butcher knife and rip your innards out, but then again that wouldn't be affective as you'll just leave the body and latch onto another one. You're essentially harmless in a way, but at the same time a lingering threat.

     I am very much aware of what Dumbledore is planning on doing to Harry. He wants to mold him into the 'perfect' hero he can use to get rid of you so that he can gain total control of the Wizarding World. Were you aware of that plan? No, but my superiors were.

     Despite that my original mission was to kill you myself, I've decided that it would be best to keep you alive until after Dumbledore and the Light are taken care of. After all, I do like a challenge, and killing off two birds in one stone while protecting Harry definitely suits my personal needs well."

     Sarah gently placed a hand on top of Voldemort's head, smiling cheerfully as she stroked him, "You'll be a dead man if you ever decide to lay a hand on Harry or even attempt to harm him. You are also not going to even inform Harry of our little conversation. I don't care if you explain to him how things in the Wizarding World works and teach him some basic windless spells, but be warned I am going to be watching your every move like a hawk. You're in my domain now, so you have to bide by my rules. Got it?"

      Well it wasn't like he had much of a choice other than to flee, and Lord Voldemort was not a coward.

     "Good, glad we talked things out!" Sarah cheerfully said as she casted a wand-less heating charm on the cushion and headed up the steps, "Good night, Voldemort!"

     So he was correct; this girl was both from another universe and was not a human. Clearly she is playing everyone like a fiddle, skillfully weaving her way into peoples lives and using their skills and connections to her personal advantage. Her top priority at the moment seemed to be Potter's well-being, so unless he wants to get killed in this current body and turn back into a wrath he has to play by her rules.

     What kind of world is he living in if a fucking seven year old kid just manipulated him into keeping both his jaw shut and hands away from Harry Potter? A messed up one, that's for sure....

     Regardless, Lord Voldemort does not back down from a challenge. After all, his arch nemesis is in his reach, so he's going to use this time wisely to manipulate Potter into helping him get his body back. What is that Sarah girl going to do about it? He'll just have to wait and find out.....

     Though unfortunately for him though, Sarah always has an ace up her sleeve, for she will be the one to vanquish him from this world....

     And there's nothing anyone can do about it....