Rejected from Society
My name was Eris Potter, twin to Harry Potter. If you just screamed a fan girl scream at his name, I HATE YOU! Yes he's my brother, but he's a stuck up, arrogant, BRAT! But this story isn't about him, it's about me.
My first family, at first appearance, was quite normal with three people. The father had black flyaway hair and hazel eyes and was pretty tan, the mother had red hair and green eyes and was slightly tan, their only child was the spitting image of his father but tanner if possible, was slightly overweight, and has his mother's eyes. But look deeper and find that there's a second child, one that looks nothing like any of them, she has brown hair that hung flat without her trying, her black eyes that turned red if she was very angry, blue if she was thinking deeply, or purple if she was planning revenge.
10 years ago, Voldemort, (I might call him Big V, or just V) came and stunned our parents, since he knew they would get in the way. And he gave me a power boost, and yes he meant to. (He's actually really nice. Don't look at me like that! I'm not crazy! HAHAHAHAHAH!) He also made a mind-link with me. The mind link and the power boost changed me completely, physically. I used to be like a girl Harry, now I have brown hair that lies flat with little or no effort; my eyes changed color from red to purple to blue to black, and then stayed on black, and I got deathly pale skin. I don't even think anyone, except Uncle Remus, noticed the change. Big V's the only one who gave me parental-like guidance. I don't even pretend to understand what goes on in that wizards mind, so I have no idea why he did it; he's a couple of fries short of a happy meal, if you know what I mean! (I walk around the muggle world a lot, so yeah…) And he made my brother the BWL. It worked but the spell backfired on him. He screamed and disappeared in a puff of ashes, but his soul and conciseness including the mind link, turned into vapor. He never meant to kill anyone at the Potter House.
Dear Mum and Dad woke up to find me staring blankly at the wall and Harry, having gotten bored with his toy, playing in Big V's ashes. In all actuality, I was trying to calm Big V down. At least, that's what Voldemort told me, I can't remember it. But he says that when I got him to calm down, I saw mum and dad just adoring the BWL and completely ignoring me.
That's the story of my life. I was always being ignored and neglected. The only times they talked to me was telling me to 'do this!' or 'do that!' or 'stay out of sight of reporters! No one should know of you!'
The only people who knew I survived Voldemort's attack were Uncle Remus, Voldemort of course, Sirius Black, and old manipulative Dumbledore. And only Uncle Remus cared, he's the only one that I don't call by Ms, Mr., their last name, a nickname, or just their first name. I call my Mother and Father; Lilly or James, Harry; the brat-who-lived, when I'm forced to talk to them. Harry's friend, Ron Weasley is Weasel-but; Sirius is Black, and Dumbledore is the OMG (old manipulative goat). Those are the only people I ever saw. So they're the only people I ever needed to talk to, or make up names for, but whenever I saw someone new, I would call them Ms, or Mr.
It was our, my and Harry's, birthdays. Harry got tons of presents, lots of cake, and attention from everyone! He had a big party on the first floor of the manor, with all of his friends, and a bunch of people who were really high up in society; basically a bunch of people that couldn't see me, and couldn't know I existed. I had to stay up in the fifth floor attic, aka, my-room-that-is-barely-bigger-than-a-broom-cupboard.
I decided I was hungry, so I went downstairs to the kitchen to get some food, keeping to the shadows so no one could see me, it's not like I wanted them to. People are so stupid! Why should I let stupid-OMG (see above)-following-idiots see me? They worship my brother! They will pay when V takes over the world! He always says he will, and while he may lie to others, he doesn't lie to his 'Calming Voice' as he calls me. Actually, he can't, I can read his mind! The OMG doesn't know that, though, I am an occlumency MASTER! And I'm not bad at Legilimency,and by not bad I mean I can break almost everyone's shield, the only ones that I can't break are the OMG's and V's, but I don't need to break V's! Ha-ha, loser OMG doesn't even know how great of an ally I could be in his manipulative game!
ANYWAY! I went into the kitchens to get some dinner and I saw a HUGE cake and PILES of cupcakes all with "Happy 11th Birthday Harry!' on them. I got one that had blue icing (blue is my favorite color) and wandlessly changed it to say 'Happy Birthday Eris, you survived another year of neglect…'
"Happy Birthday to me, happy birthday to me…" I sang dejectedly. Unfortunately, James came into the kitchens just then to tell the house elves it was time to bring in the cake.
"What are you doing here, girl?" he asked angrily. "You were told to stay in your room!"
"I'm getting some dinner! If you've forgotten, you have two children who need to eat!" I said.
"Go back to your room! Stay there until the day after tomorrow! Don't be seen!" he hissed.
"Fine, James," I retorted. "No one here will see me again, I mean, until then."
"Good. Remember what will happen if you're seen!" he threatened.
"Whatever James," I said.
I walked off before he could say anything else. I could tell he was fuming.
When I got back to my room I got my pack that had all of my stuff in it, I had planned on doing this for a while, and climbed out onto my windowsill. I crawled along the gutter and carefully crawled to the ground. Then I ran, Big V guiding me, helping me. I ran for about five miles, and then I stopped, breathing hard.
I heard a twig snap behind me. I hid in the shadows under a bush, thinking briefly of Frodo Baggins in the Lord of the Rings movies. I saw someone completely dressed in black riding on a thestral (again LOTR [Lord of the Rings] except replace the thestral with a horse!) which I could see because I saw people die in Voldemort's mind look around, sniff for a minute, call out to someone else. And I felt someone grab my shoulders and heave me up off of the ground.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"