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Disclaimer

I own nothing of the Harry Potter franchise.

Glad to clear that up

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We met them through Sly and Gryff's travels. The Ragnos, the aspiring Overlord Lord Markus Ragnos and Lady Hadriana Ragnos née Potter, wielders of an unexplainable power and the most powerful wizard and witch in the world. What was their story? How did they came to be? What lured a daughter of the most ancient and most noble house of Potter, a reputed light family, sister of the Boy-Who-Lived, to the darkness? And where does Harry Potter enters in this story? (He doesn't, Hadrian "Harry" James Potter died at age five in this story).

Chapter 1

The young woman walked into the street, taking a glance of all the houses around her. The gardens were neat, the grass cut and the flowers were blossoming in their gantries. The gardens were much alike between them, as were the houses, with three stories high, counting the attic.

The young woman walked by number one, Private Drive and passed by the house. She felt her heart beating faster in her chest, as she passed by number two and three. When she stood before number four, the young woman gulped and shivered. She stood there for some moments, her silky black hair falling loose by her back, dressed with a plain white long sleeve shirt with a thin short sleeve black sweater on top of it. She also wore dark blue jeans that enhanced her slender figure with a pair of black snickers, giving her a very casual and normal look that no one would suspect. All who looked at her would see a young woman of seventeen years old, beautiful and sexy, as many had referred to her.

She looked at the house and her green eyes flared for a moment, while her right hand closed itself on a fist on her side. She was nervous, more than she had ever been and she didn't like it. It made her feel vulnerable.

The woman walked through the path to the house and pressed the door bell, taking care to put a smile on her face, vanishing all signs of nervousness. She waited patiently for some moments until she heard the door open. In the doorway was a plump blond woman, who should be in her fifties. The woman smiled affectionately when she saw the young woman who had press the bell.

"Good morning. Can I help you?" asked the woman.

The young woman widened her eyes in surprise. That was not what she was expecting.

"Hi, good morning, I am looking for one Mrs. Petunia Dursley. Would you be her?" asked the younger woman, silently hoping the older woman would answer positively.

"Dursley?" the woman asked, confused, destroying the hopes of the younger woman, not that she noticed, as she was frowning, as if she was remembering something "Oh, I remember. Maybe you mean the previous owners of the house. I'm so sorry dear, my name is Natalie Thompson. My husband and I bought this house five years ago, from a Mister Vernon Dursley, actually."

"Oh..." was the young woman reply. The disappointment was clear in her voice and she closed her eyes for a moment.

"I believe that they left for another country, as I think they were in a hurry to sell the house because Mr. Dursley had a promotion abroad and had a time limit to be there." the woman said "May I ask why you ask for them?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself." The younger woman replied, putting a pleasant smile on her lips "My name is Hadriana and Mrs. Dursley is my aunt, from my mother's side. Mum and auntie had a huge fight a couple of years before I was born and split but now my mum has been missing my aunt. I've seen my mum crying over a picture of both of them and I thought to arrange a reunion." replied Hadriana, adopting a disappointed look "I managed to track her into this address, but..." she said with a sad smile, noticing the older woman's smile.

"That is a very beautiful thing of you, my dear, to reunite your dear mother and her sister. I'm sorry if I can't help you more, but maybe you can ask around if any of the neighbours has a contact you may use. Maybe in the parish, even. I got the impression that the Dursleys were kind and liked around Private Drive and I doubt that they haven't left contacts to their friends."

"Thank you, Mrs. Thompson, I'll do just that. I'm terribly sorry for disturbing you and thank you for your help." replied Hadriana with a beaming smile.

"Not at all, dear. If you want, I can help you by making some phone calls to my church group." the older woman offered with a smile "You can come in, if you'd like. I have tea and homemade cookies as well."

"Thank you, Mrs. Thompson, but I'll decline your offer, I hope you understand, but I have a bit of a schedule to uphold, you know, this being a surprise for my mother, who thinks that I'm in London with some friends and I don't want to worry her, nor do I like to lie to her. I did promise to be at home around seven for dinner. I'm terribly sorry."

"Not at all, dear, I think it's a very nice thing you are doing. Maybe you should visit Mrs. Figg, at number seven. She lives alone with her cats but she is very friendly with everyone. Maybe she knows something."

Hadriana beamed.

"Thank you, Mrs. Thompson, I'll do that. Again, I'm sorry for disturbing you. Have a nice day." Hadriana said, waving to the woman and turning back the path, leaving Mrs. Thompson smiling.

"What a nice girl." the older woman said to herself, entering the house and closing the door.

Hadriana lost the smile as soon as she turned her back to Mrs. Thompson and walked as fast as she could without raising suspicions. She had lost the smile and she was now scowling, mostly for herself, closing her hand in a fist in anger.

She arrived quickly at number seven and pressed the doorbell, taking once again the smile into her lips. It was a necessary mask that she needed to better manipulate people.

She heard cats meowing and in a couple of moments, a woman opened the door, revealing herself as being an aged woman, far more than Mrs. Thompson. This woman should be in her sixties and was dressed with a bathrobe on top of her sleeping gown and had a sleeping cap protecting her hair.

"Can I help you?" the older woman asked, not recognizing the younger woman. One of her cats, a fat brown one walked outside, passing by Hadriana without a care.

"Good morning, would you be Mrs. Figg?" the older woman nodded and Hadriana smiled "Hello, my name is Hadriana. I am sorry for disturbing you but I was told that you might be able to help me. You see, I am looking for my aunt, Mrs. Dursley, who should live at number four but accordingly with Mrs. Thompson, my aunt and her family moved away five years ago. I was wondering if you would have a contact you might provide me to contact her. I never met her before, my mother and her had a huge fight before I was born but my mother misses her and I thought to arrange a reunion between the two for my mother's birthday." Hadriana said in a row, keeping her teenager mask and her smile on.

Mrs. Figg looked at Hadriana, as if she was evaluating her. For the younger woman's surprise, Mrs. Figg scowled at her.

"Petunia is your aunt and your name is Hadriana?" Mrs. Figg asked with anger in her voice. Hadriana nodded, noticing the anger in both the older woman's face and voice and in that moment, she knew she had found what she wanted.

"What is your last name, girl?" asked Mrs. Figg, trembling in anger, as far as Hadriana could see. The younger woman dropped the act, her green eyes lost the warmth and joy they had moments before and became cold and angered. Her smile vanished and was replaced by a serious facial expression, tending for a scowl.

"Potter." Hadriana spat in anger, as if she was disgusted with the name.

Mrs. Figg nodded in anger.

"You've got a lot of nerve to come here ." Mrs. Figg said in an angered whisper, filled with anger and hate directed to Hadriana "Get out from my property, you whore."

Mrs. Figg attempted to close the door in Hadriana's face but the younger woman reacted faster and drew a wand from a disillusioned holster in her right arm. With a wave from it, the door opened again and Mrs. Figg saw herself at the wrong end of Hadriana's wand.

"I don't think so, muggle." spat Hadriana, entering the house and closing the door behind her, ignoring the cats. Her focus was all in the older woman, who, for Hadriana's surprise, wasn't trembling in fear.

"You don't seem surprised with my wand or my magic." mused Hadriana with a smirk "Let me guess, you're a squib."

"Better a squib than a treacherous waste of magic like you and your family, Potter." sneered Mrs. Figg "At least my parents didn't abandon me while I was a child."

Once again, Hadriana was sure she was in the right place.

"Did you met Hadrian? Did you met my brother?" she asked, her tone softening and hopeful, although she didn't lower her wand.

"What do you care, Potter?" the woman asked in anger, not noticing the changes in Hadriana's tone "Didn't you and yours do enough to him?"

"ANSWER ME!" shouted Hadriana, scaring the cats who were looking at the two women. The older woman noticed then the tears in Hadriana's eyes and for a moment, wasn't sure how to react. The tears seemed real, at least.

"Yes, I knew him." Mrs. Figg replied with a nod and a whisper, she too shedding a tear "We was a kind boy, polite and caring. I would baby sit him from time to time, when his aunt and uncle "Mrs. Figg spat the words" wanted time alone. I never saw the signs until it was too late, but I realized that Hadrian was abused by his so called family. I thought he was just kind and helpful by trying to help in the kitchen and cleaning but then I saw the bruises of the beatings and I connected everything. He was abused and forced to work for them. He was so young and he was treated as a slave. I tried to have him in my home as much as I could but sometimes THEY would tell me that he was occupied, playing with his cousin or they needed him for something. There was a time I didn't see him for two whole weeks and when I did, he came even more scared and fragile.

I tried to call the social services but they never came, don't ask me why. I couldn't call the police because I had no proofs and Hadrian refused to speak about it. I tried, God knows I tried but then, almost a year after he appeared here, he vanished without a trace and I could tell the Dursley's had something to do with it because they were overjoyed.

The last time I saw him was in the beginning of October in '82. He was leaving my house and do you know what he told me? "I don't want to go back there." Mrs. Figg was crying, not noticing Hadriana crying as well, her wand lowered and a hand covering her mouth, trying not to sob.

"I went to the police in the end of October because I thought strange he hadn't been seen for more than three weeks and reported him missing. Do you know what they told me? There were no records of an Hadrian Potter living at number four Private Drive. The Dursleys told everyone that the boy was taken by someone closer of kin but I didn't believe them. I knew they had done something but I never found proof..." only then Mrs Figg noticed Hadriana, who had fell on her knees and dropped her wand. She was sobbing, her hands covering her face and between sobs she muttered several times "I'm sorry, Harry, I'm sorry."

Mrs. Figg stood there in shock. She knew Hadrian's nickname and when the young woman before her told her her own name, she made the required connections. She was angered and wanted nothing to do with the people that had abandoned that sweet boy all those years ago.

Now, there she was, Hadrian's sister, sobbing on the floor, calling for her brother and asking for his forgiveness. Arabella Figg didn't know what to think anymore. For almost thirteen years she had hated Hadrian Potter's family and now, one of them had appeared in her home, asking for Hadrian at wand point, clearly regretting all that had been made to the child.

"I didn't abandon him!" shouted Hadriana among her sobs, desperation clear in her voice "They took him from me. They told me he was dead. They-they lied to me, our own family lied to me."

Mrs. Figg was able to understand that the girl was speaking the truth and decided to approach her carefully and hug her, making Hadriana sob even more.

"He's ... he's dead, I know..." Hadriana said, between sobs, shocking Mrs. Figg "We were twins and had a bond, a magical bond... I felt it, everything. Every beating, every lash, every abuse those monsters gave my big brother... I felt his pain. I tried to comfort him, but I wasn't able to do it through the bond. I also felt some small joys, very small joys but one day, the bond weakened so much that I was unable to feel him unless I really focused on him. It was in October, when you said he disappeared." sobbed Hadriana and Mrs. Figg hugged her tighter. She was a squib but she knew about bonds. Her parents had been poor pure bloods who lived between both worlds, with no prejudices on muggles and they had instructed her on some points of wizarding culture.

"Then... then, on Halloween, I felt him experiencing an excruciating pain and a great joy and then, nothing. The bond was broken and that meant that he was dead." Hadriana sobbed more and Mrs. Figg held her on her arms.

"Did he feel me over the bond? Ever?" Hadriana asked with hope, her bloodshot eyes focusing on Mrs. Figg.

"I'm sorry, child, he never told me anything about a bond." confessed Mrs. Figg, biting her lip. Hadriana saw her reaction and it took her only a moment to understand the reason of Mrs. Figg reaction.

"He hated me." Hadriana wailed, sobbing even more out of desperation. She had been prepared for such a possibility but to actually have that possibility proved was much more painful than everything she could have imagined "He b-believed I-I had abando-ned him, t-too."

"Yes, child, he did." replied Mrs. Figg, in a regretful tone, feeling Hadriana's sobs shattering her own heart.

"HARRY!" sobbed Hadriana again, her tears flowing down her face "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please, don't hate me... please..."

When Hadriana finally calmed down, almost one hour later, Mrs. Figg led her to a couch and made her sit, while she prepared a tea. Hadriana was still sniffing and Mrs. Figg felt pity for the young woman. She appeared to be strong but apparently, her twin brother was her weak spot.

"Drink this." the older woman said, extending Hadriana a cup. The younger woman took it without a word and drank some of it.

"Why now?" asked Mrs . Figg, when she was sure that Hadriana was calmer "Why did you show up only now?"

"I've being trying to find information on my brother ever since I was six... I couldn't accept him gone. I refused to believe it, even though I knew and had the proof of the bond." Hadriana drank some tea, before continuing.

"Do you know Hogwarts?" at the nod of the older woman, Hadriana continued "I hoped I was wrong, I hoped to be reunited with my brother in school, to see him again and prove to my good for nothing, blood traitor family they were wrong about him, but it never happened. Then, last week, I was checking some old ledgers, from 1981 and saw a payment of ten thousand galleons, nearly fifty thousand pounds, made to a certain Mrs. Petunia Dursley, in November." Hadriana sighed again "I knew I had it, I knew I had discovered where my brother had been taken and I tracked Petunia into number four, Private Drive, her last known address. Apparently, she moved away five years ago, correct?"

"Yes, I think they went to the continent, although I'm not sure where." replied the woman, looking at Hadriana's wand, which was on the coffee table "What exactly did you hoped to achieve if you found them?"

Hadriana's reply came with a sneer and a hateful glare.

"Pay them back the sweet ministrations they gave my brother." Mrs. Figg looked to Hadriana and somehow, couldn't find herself to care about what could have happened.

For some moments, none of the women spoke, the only sound heard being the meowing and purring of the cats.

"At first, he spoke of you with love and tears." said Mrs. Figg, attracting Hadriana's attention "He believed you had all died. He told me all about you, how smart you were, how you could count high at four years old, how you pouted when you wanted something from him... " Hadriana's eyes filled with tears again and she bit her bottom lip not to sob again "Then, one day, he came to me and started to cry. He told me that his uncle had told him that his family had abandoned him because they didn't want him anymore. He begged me to tell him it was a lie and I tried to but he didn't believe me. Maybe he was already convinced of it, maybe I wasn't convincing enough... He looked at me, tears in his emerald eyes, much like yours and spoke words full of hate, something I thought to be impossible to hear from a four years old: I hate them. Mummy, daddy, Richie, grampa, nana, unca Paddie, unca Moony, unca Wormy... and Hadria, most of all, I hate her for abandoning me."

Hadriana's tears fell again. Her hate for their family had only increased after Mrs. Figg story. Because of the Potters, her brother had hated her and could she blame him?

"Who's Richie?" asked Mrs. Figg, trying to distract Hadriana. She didn't know, but her question only served to anger Hadriana.

"My-our younger brother, Richard Potter, acclaimed by all wizarding Britain as the boy-who-lived, defeater of the dark lord Voldemort, at age one." replied Hadriana with spite and a scowl "He's a good for nothing brat, with illusions of grandeur, illusions fed by my blood traitor family and his legions of fans. And more important, he is a fraud."

"Dark Lord who?" asked Mrs. Figg, not recognizing the name. The last Dark Lord she knew about had been Grindewald, while she was a young girl and her parent's had been alive "What do you mean, a fraud?"

Hadriana was pleasantly surprised.

"You don't know who Voldemort was? Did you abandon the wizarding world?" asked Hadriana, receiving a nod.

"I abandoned the wizarding world when my parents died in '43. Back then, they talked about the Dark Lord Grindewald but I cared more about the muggle side of the great war." Hadriana nodded.

"Voldemort started to attack in the seventies and he rallied a great group of supporters, known as Death Eaters. They wanted to kill muggles, squibs and muggleborns. The way they saw it, only purebloods should have magic, although halfbloods were allowed as well, although saw as second class citizens. They started a war until 1981, when for some reason, Voldemort himself attacked our home during Halloween, trying to kill Richard, my younger brother. The official story is that while my parents were stunned, Voldemort attacked my brother and somehow, my brother's magic made Voldemort's spell rebound and kill him, making Richard a hero for everyone."

"You said, however, that he was a fraud." said Mrs. Figg, noticing the anger in Hadriana's eyes.

"I was there and I saw everything, although no one believed in me. Richard did nothing but wail while HARRY faced Voldemort, standing between him and me, protecting me and Richard. I was so sacred, trying to hide behind Harry and Voldemort cast a spell on my big brother. Not any spell, it was the killing curse, the deadliest spell there is and to which there is almost no defence. Somehow, my brother..." Hadriana sobbed again, hiding her face in her hands again for some moments, gaining courage to continue "Harry's magic reacted and rebound the curse. I don't know how or why, I was just hugged to Harry from behind him, crying in fear while he was... I only heard the screams, Voldemort's and my brother's and then, I fainted. When I woke up, days later, my brother Richard was the saviour of the world and Harry was dead, or at least that's what they told me. I didn't have heart to correct them, I was so broken because of Harry... and then it was too late. I swore to myself that one day, I would make things right, I would reveal the truth and make Harry the hero he truly was..."

Mrs. Figg had tears in her eyes.

"He never told me any of that." she said in a whisper "I never knew he had magic, had I known, I would attempt to take him to someone with magic... I would have tried..."

"It's too late for that, now." replied Hadriana with a cold mask, picking her wand and placing it on her holster again "Thank you for telling me everything, Mrs. Figg. It meant a lot to me. Thank you for loving my older brother, thank you for trying to help him. You may not approve, but I swear to you, I will make the Dursleys and my family pay for what they did to Harry." Hadriana got up and walked to the door, intending to apparate from the entry hall.

"Wait." called Mrs. Figg again, getting up from her seat and going to a shelf, taking a photo album. Mrs. Figg passed some pages and found what she was looking for. She took the picture from the album and gave it to the younger woman, who accepted it in confusion.

When Hadriana saw the picture, her heart almost stopped. It was a picture of her brother, looking exactly the same as she remembered him all those years ago. Small, thin, scruffy raven hair and green eyes, much like hers. However, his eyes were sad and broken or at least it was what Hadriana thought. Tears fell again while her fingers tried to caress her brother's image.

"Keep it. I have my memories." said Mrs. Figg in a whisper "You need it."

"Thank you." was Hadriana's reply, soft and in a whisper, turning back again.

"Hadriana..." called Mrs. Figg again. Hadriana turned back again, still in a daze.

"Yes?"

"Make them pay." asked the older woman with a scowl. The older woman's reaction brought Hadriana back from her daze, adopting a similar look.

"Oh, I intend to." replied Hadriana with a cruel smirk, pocketing the picture. With a crack, Hadriana left number seven, Private Drive.