This is a short story that I wrote completely randomly. It just came to me and I decided to write it. Depending in the response, I might continue writing it, but I quite like it with an open ending with no clear conclusion. If someone wants to use this opening chapter/prologue as a story beginning or plot, go on. I'll appreciate of you asked beforehand and credited it first. Also, tell me the title so I can read it.
I honestly have no clue where this was going. I just thought 'hey, what if Harry's older twin sister was entered in the tournament?'
That was what started this, and the mystery is completely intentional.
I myself, the author, don't know what this story is about. Honestly, all I know is either mentioned in the story or in the list below in the.
This is what I know:
- The character Zinnia is a Seer.
- Valkyrie is a half-blood descendant of Godric Gryffindor.
- Onyx is Zinnia's fiancée and the one with the political 'skills' in their group.
- Hadrian founded the group with Theia.
- Theia... well, I honestly only came up with her description and name.
That's it.
Anyway, enjoy reading this completely random one shot that has no background and therefore doesn't make much sense.
Oh well. I was bored.
Also, Cover Art by yours truly. I'm really proud of it!
I don't own Harry Potter. I don't and I never will. All I own is this plot that makes no sense whatsoever. Seriously. It doesn't. However, I do own the cover art (for once).
The Great Hall was silent as students, professors, and guests watched the Goblet of Fire's flames turn red once again. A small piece of parchment floated softly in the air until one Albus Dumbledore grabbed it. He stared at the name written on the paper for a long time, and when he finally looked up, he looked every bit his age.
"Theia... Potter."
If it wasn't silent before, it was now.
Theia Potter, the daughter of Lily and James Potter, the sister of the Boy-Who-Lived Hadrian, hadn't been seen since the sorting ceremony on September 1st, 1991.
Oh, she had taken the Hogwarts Express, and even engaged in a friendship with Hermione Granger. But when her name was called at the Sorting and she walked forward, she simply declared, "I apologise, but I will not be attending this school" and vanished.
No one knew where, why, or how.
Only her brother did, and he refused to talk. This caused him to be subject of many rumours in the years to come. The only sign of her existence was the letters Hadrian received at his birthday and Christmas, always accompanied with a small gift. Despite their best efforts, neither any of the professors nor the headmaster himself were able to trace the letters.
But it seemed that somehow, she had been entered in the Triwizard Tournament. There was the loud crack of a hand slamming on wood. Hadrian Potter had stood up, green eyes flashing with barely restrained anger.
"Say that again. Please."
Dumbledore slowly repeated the name of the Saviour's twin.
The latter closed his eyes for a moment, obviously trying to keep calm.
"Who?"
Silence.
Hadrian's eyes snapped open and surveyed the students and staff with a dark glare. "Who. Entered. Her. Name."
More silence. Realising he wasn't getting any answers, Hadrian sighed.
"It doesn't matter. Not now, anyway." He turned towards the Headmaster. "I know it is impossible to remove her from the tournament. However, I will request a switch."
"A switch?"
"Yes. I will take my sister's place and compete in the Tournament. It's the only way to-"
"That won't be necessary, little brother." A voice that seemed to come from no distinct location in the Hall cut in.
Hadrian stopped, his eyes widening. "Theia? I thought I told you to-"
By that time, muttering had broken out in the Great Hall. Albus Dumbledore cleared his throat, and addressed the youngest Potter.
"Mister Potter? An explanation?"
Hadrian glanced at him. "Later."
Dumbledore frowned. Once again, the calm, distant voice of Theia Potter echoed through the room.
"It's fine, Hadrian. I'm ready. It's time."
The occupants of the Great Hall all shared looks of confusion. Hadrian however, seemed to understand.
"But we agreed that we would wait until at least fifth year! That way we'd both be-"
Again, he was cut off.
"I know. And I want to do this as much as you do. But Zinnia saw it. Valkyrie and Onyx are with me. It'll be fine."
Hadrian bit his lip. After a long moment, he sighed.
"Fine. But if anything happens, I'm getting you out."
There was a small, amused laugh. "Honestly. I'm the older one. I'm supposed to be overprotective."
And then there was a flash of light, and three figures appeared in the center of the room.
The first one was a girl, appearing to be around seventeen. Long strawberry blonde hair was styled in two buns, bangs framing amber eyes. She was wearing black jeans, an icy blue blouse and a long, dark trench coat.
The man next to her was tall, looking to be in his mid-twenties. His hair was a dark brown, bordering on black. His eyes were a clear ice blue, betraying no emotion whatsoever. His clothing was similar to that of the woman's, including dark clothes under a black trench coat.
But the woman in the middle... Emerald green eyes shone with mirth, dark wine red hair framed a heart shaped face. She was wearing a white, sleeveless knee length dress that seemed to float around her form. The angelic image was broken by the scars that littered her arms. A wand was strapped to her right arm, a dagger to her left thigh.
Theia Potter had returned.