Harper was born into a muggle family in London. Her mother was her main caretaker, as her father was always travelling with his job. Her other family members would visit from time to time, but Harper enjoyed it most when her father came home after a long trip. He would bring her things from all around the world. Anything from paintings to little knick-knacks. Her favourite was a silver locket in the shape of a heart that her father brought her after an extra-lengthy trip. While her father was away, she attatched herself to books. Ones of fantasies, mysteries, mythologies, and fairy tales. Her mother always scolded her belief of these silly tales, saying that it will mess with her mind by filling her head with anything but reality

Many described her as like an angel; caring and sweet, warm and open to all. She gave second chances to those who she felt needed them. What many didn't see was her mischievous side. The side of her that wanted to run and joke around, and explore the world around her.

She had fair skin, and her cheeks were dusted with light freckles. She had strawberry blonde hair that brushed her shoulder blades, and that perfectly framed her icy blue eyes. She stood under the average height, 50 inches, to be exact. She walked with a lively gait, and walked with confidence.