Disclaimer- I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER
Also I have permission from StarLight Massacre to use some ideas, This is NOT a female Harry story, this is a story of Harry's twin sister (ther will also be a version that its his brother.)
Chapter One- Separation
It was a cool fall night, and the fog was just settling in the damp Surry streets when a lone figure appeared out of now where, the figure took a look around the street before lowering its hood revealing a aged man with a long white beard and twinkling blue eyes.
As he made his way down the street a large tabby fell in step next to him and in a passing shadow the cat disappeared and in its place was a stern looking woman with her hair pulled back in a tight bun and rectangular glasses.
It was as the approached Number 4 Private Dr. that the woman spoke,
"I do not believe this is wise Albus" the pursing of her lips lending a edge to her thoughts.
"Nonsense Minerva, This is their only living family, I would be remiss in not giving them a chance to know their loving fa-" the man Albus was cut off by a loud rumbling
"Ah he is here"
And with that a giant of a man rolled to a stop and climbing off the motorcycle with a large basket sniffling as he handed it over to the man.
"IT is was is best for them" it was a shame that he really did not know what was best for the twins, setting them down on the stoop he placed a letter between them and shoo'd the other two away before giving one final smile and disappearing.
The children slept on curled together, the little boy wrapping his arms around the tiny little girl next to him. They slept on unaware that in a few hours they would be woken by a banshee.
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Petunia woke at her normal time, on a normal day, in her normal house on her very normal street in Surry. If there was one thing that Petunia valued more than anything it was being NORMAL.
It was a morning like any other as she made her way down stairs to flick on the lights and putting the kettle on. She then moved and poured the last of the milk into a pitcher for breakfast before putting the bottles in the crate and moving to the front door to put them out for the milkman however it was what happened then that shattered her normal routine.
For it was when she opened the door to set the bottles out that a brown basket caught her attention and it was what lay within that caused a ear shattering shriek to peirce the morning air as she stared at the babies on her door step. It just was NOT normal.
There was a thundering as her husband came rushing down the stairs in blue pin striped pajamas blinking blurrily at his wife.
"What is it Pet?" he slurred out, drool still showing on the side of his face.
She didn't answer and pointed to the basket.
Vernon glanced down and then a movement across the street caught his attention, the neighbors were peeking out of their doors to see what was going on.
"It was just a mouse Pet dear" he said loudly swooping up the basket and hurrying his shocked wife back inside.
He set the basket on the table and looked down at the babies who were now awake but silent as the morning before Petunia decided to shatter the calm.
The boy had messy black tufts of hair and dark green eyes, almost like the forest outside of Surry, he was not large by any means but still larger than the little girl next to him.
The girl on the other hand had dark red hair, almost the color of dried blood with a few streaks of black going through it, it was her eyes that unsettled him the most, one was a pale mint green while the other matched her brothers. She was about half the size as her brother and cuddled in his arms.
Petunia snatched the letter from the basket and flicking it open quickly
Dear Petunia,
I regret to tell you that your beloved sister and her husband were killed last night by the Dark Lord Voldemort, I have every faith that she would have wanted her children to grow up with their family. I hope that you will treat them as your own in remembrance of your sister.
My deepest sympathies
Albus Dumbledoor
Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry.
"ABSOLUTLY NOT" she all but screeched again "get rid of them Vernon, I don't care how but I want them gone now!" and with that she stormed out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her precious baby boy.
Vernon heaved a sigh, and looked at the children. Before leaving them on the table and going to get ready for work. Petunia would not be making breakfast until the freaks were gone.
It was an hour latter that the boy was dropped of at an boys orphanage, the girl however was not so lucky for there were no place nearby that accepted girls so it was a nervous twitchy Vernon who set her down in a dark dank ally way in only her shirt and dirty diaper before he turned and hurried away.
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"Your Target" a envelop was slid towards a cloaked figure, and a gloved hand picked it up before turning and leaving the cloak seemed to suck in the light and the figure swept from the council room.
It wasn't until the cloaked figure was gone that the figures relaxed fully, for none would dare cross Keres- though small and almost frail looking there was no doubt that Keres was indeed the best.
Keres however had left the hall without a backwards glance and continued until she reached her small flat, where she promptly discarded her cloak and sat down with the envelop and pulled out its contents. On the top was a picture of a well dressed Spanish wizard, he was mid to late 30's and had a glint in his eye that set people on edge.
Under the picture were his specs. everything was there and though she hated it she knew better than to disregard orders. She learned that lesson early on in her life after all being beaten to death multiple times caused one to learn obedience on the outside.
It was how she earned the name Keres, after the goddess of violent deaths, she had won the goddess favor when she died for the 7th time. That didn't stop her from learning that until she was old enough to live completely independent she was to obey, learn, and listen, that was exactly what she did.
She looked at herself in the only mirror in her flat, her hair now reached just below her knees, its color the dark color of freshly spilled blood streaked through with locks of the darkest ebony. Her mismatched eyes were the cause of nightmares, for the rumor was that those haunting mismatched eyes caught you in their sight you would not live to see the breaking dawn. She stood a little over five feet in height and had a slender build with the beginnings of tempting curves, she knew that by summer's end she would have the problem of getting new cloths to fit over her developing body, but lucky her if she finished this job she would have the money to get her school things.
It was approaching her 15th birthday and the mark of her 200th target. She never failed in her target but she would have to hurry this one as she was to be ready for school in a little over a month. And with that she turned on her heal and disappeared with cloak in hand.
It took her a little over a day to track her target to a well warded home in the outskirts of Valencia; and a little over two weeks to confirm that the charges listed in the file were indeed correct. It was on the last week of summer when she made her way back to the home where he resided, it was still daylight out so she settled down a few feet from the wards and closed her eyes to catch a few hours of sleep.
It was as dusk approached that she woke. The last few rays of daylight shimmering in her hair making it look like liquid blood freshly spilt and still wet, it was a gardener that saw the red and thought that perhaps it was not a good day to stay late, and he rushed back to the house hoping that the dying sun light did not foretell his death.
Keres slung her thick cloak over her shoulders and pulled a dark ebony bow from her shoulders and pulled an arrow clip from her hair, the clip returned to full size and she placed it in the noch whispering the activation spell for the poison that would violently rip through the body before death, with a quiet nod she let out a final breath before moving silently up to the wards, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath before opening them once more to see the chain of runes that made up the wards. Watching the circling wards quietly for a short time before reaching out a delicate and taping a few runes and watched them glow before stepping into the door or 'rip' the provided before making her way into the manor proper.
She crept into a lightly lit study where her target sat looking through some papers, silently she pulled her bow up and drew the string back with a quiet whisper
"Deigo Mateos, you have been found guilty by the Council have been sentenced to death, may Mother Magic judge your crimes" her quit lilting voice caused the man to jerk his head up and look around only to freeze as he caught sight of pale mint green eye and a dark emerald eye that glowed and seemed to be peering nto his soul.
"Please no, I will pay you double what they are paying you" he was fumbling around his desk to find his wand, it was just there.
"I am not limited to the worth you deign on earth, my orders come from Mother Magic, if you were not guilty another avenue would have been taken." with that she let the arrow fly straight and true into the mans heart, the scream that pierced the night air would haunt any who heard it.
With a final twist of her wrist the arrow dissipated leaving no visible wound. It was one of the reasons she was so sought after in her job. Her keepers never allowed her an ounce of concern it was to be done right our she would pay the price.
She made her way back out of the house and taping the few runes once more the wards returned to normal. The unnatural glow to her eyes ding down as she vanished from Spanish soil only to reappear in Romania, in her little flat.
