A/N: The main character is my original thought of character and has no part in the real Harry Potter world created by JK Rowlings. As always she's the queen and I'm the dweeb, Harry Potter will never belong to me.

A little girl sat on a grey bed, her black hair fell down in waves to her hip. Her dark olive green eyes followed her small hand, as she wrote in a little scarlet covered book. She was wearing a pleaded grey skirt with a grey shirt. It was what they wore at the orphanage; in a way it could be called their uniform. The orphanage was run by nuns, who taught them everything they needed to know; like writing and reading. Therefore, they didn't have to go to a school. This way, they didn't have to be labelled as poor or outsiders. They were one group together, like a family. Like any other family, there was a black sheep, someone different—someone weird. Braewyn was one of them. The other children at the orphanage were afraid of the eleven-year-old girl. Not because she looked strange, not because she had a bad personality, but because things seemed to happen around her—things that they couldn't explain—weird things.

Braewyn Tamesis Branxton was her name. Her name was her only link to her past, the only way she could find out who she was. Even with all of the research she had tried to do, she had never found anything out about her parents. They left her on the doorstep of the orphanage, with a letter that told them to take care of her, because they couldn't.

"Sissy!" A little high-pitched scream came from the doorway.
Braewyn looked up from her book and fixed her eyes on the little figure in the doorway. The girl couldn't be more than five-years-old; small, skinny and blonde.

"Good morning, Tainy." Braewyn greeted the eccentric girl. The nuns had called her Tainy, because she had been so little when she came to the orphanage, which she still was considering her age.
Tainy ran over to her and jumped on the bed next to her; she was surprisingly bouncy for her age.

"What are you writing?" Tainy asked curiously, sticking her face down into the book, even though she couldn't read.
Braewyn had always wondered why, but Tainy was never afraid of her like the other kids. Tainy always was around her, talking to her, playing with her.
She had never told Tainy it, but she loved her, it was her only family right now and the only person keeping her from breaking out of the orphanage. Tainy was her little sister at heart if not in blood.
"Nothing important..." Braewyn answered and closed the book, so Tainy couldn't look at it anymore. She had been writing about all the strange things happening with her and around her, she had been keeping a record since she was eight. She knew she was special.
"Breakfast is ready!" Tainy exclaimed happily and jumped off the bed. She took a hold of Braewyn's hand and started pulling her with her.
"I'm coming," Braewyn laughed, as she let Tainy drag her with her.

Outside the orphanage—that was located just outside of London—a cat sat on the brick wall. It's eyes were focused on the orphanage, with an intensity that was rarely seen in cats. To say it was an unusual cat, is an understatement. The cat was orange with peculiar round rings around it's eyes; resembling spectacles. Even with its intense staring, it didn't move an inch; it sat there, completely still.
As if suddenly frightened, the cat looks up and sprints off the wall. That is when it starts transforming; getting bigger and bigger until the cat was gone and in its stead stood a very old woman.
Not a second later a man walks around the corner; he looked to be around forty-years-old and had black messy hair and some odd round glasses. He wore robes, something people rarely saw someone wear if they weren't a Goth or something. He was very odd indeed, yet the old lady nodded her head in recognition.

"I got your message Minerva." The man told his former professor, his voice serious.

Minerva looked over him and gave a humph of disapproval. "Harry James Potter, we are supposed to be blending in with the muggles!" She told him strictly, just like she had used to do when she was his professor at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry.

"I was in the middle of work when you called me." Harry explained, even though he knew explaining wouldn't work on Minerva.
His old transfiguration teacher whipped out her wand and pointed it at Harry. She waved her wand and his robes transformed into normal muggle wear; jeans and a shirt.

"Let's go."

Harry and Minerva walked into the orphanage and into the dining hall. They saw her right away; her resemblance to her mother was unatueral. Harry felt the hatred in him start boiling, he was still not completely over the war twenty-one years ago.
"I should talk to her," Minerva said, when she saw the look on Harry's face. She knew the look and she understood it. She was an old woman now though and she had put it behind her. She knew she had little time left to live, she accepted that. There was something she had to do first, to ensure the safety and future of the wizarding world.
"No. I'm fine; you should convince the orphanage to let her come with us to Hogwarts. I'll see you back at Hogwarts," Harry told her firmly and stalked off over to where the black haired girl sat.
"Miss Branxton?" He asked her even though he knew it was her. He was very calm and put together on the outside, but still the feelings were boiling on the inside.

Braewyn lifted her head at the sound of her name, it wasn't often people called her by her whole name, normally she was referred to as Sissy, and even the nuns usually called her that.
She was face to face with an old black haired man with some stupid round glasses. Her eyes fixed on the peculiar scar he had on his forehead, it looked like a bolt of lightning, weird. She also got the feeling that this man wanted to do something bad to her, she could see it in his eyes, he didn't like her either. Just like everyone else at the orphanage.
"My name is Harry Potter and I was wondering if I could have a word with you in private?" He asked her politely. She knew he was trying to hide his feelings, but she could feel it, she could see it.
"Come on Sissy!" Tainy exclaimed happily. "Maybe he wants to adopt you…" The little girl whispered in her ear, but Braewyn knew better than that.
"Fine," She agreed and stood up reluctantly. She had to admit she was mildly curious to what the man wanted with her. She walked to the bedroom she shared with ten other girls and sat down on her bed. The man came after and closed the door behind him; the room was empty except for them.
"Have strange things happened to you or others around you lately?" He asked her cautiously.
Her eyes discreetly looked at the scarlet book without her even thinking about it. Strange things...how did he know? Had the nuns called someone, were they going to take her away?
Since she didn't answer, Harry went on, "Have you ever heard about magic?" He asked her in the same tone as before.
Braewyn just looked at him weirdly. She had believed she was a fairy or something like that when she was little, a fairy princess that had gotten away from her family. That she really truly could do magic, but it had all been a stupid childish dream.
"You're a witch Braewyn."
Her jaw almost dropped to the floor, but then she realized… She had always known that, she had always known she was special.
"I know." She finally said.
She was very adult for her age and Harry could see that she was going to be a brilliant student, which made this even harder. If she ever found out, it would be disastrous.
"Good. I'm here on the behalf of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Small witches and wizards start at this school when they turn eleven. I'm to help you get your school supplies and then get you safely to the Hogwarts Express." He explained. "School starts tomorrow, so I was thinking we could go to the Diagon Alley today."
"Diagon what?" She asked confused.
"Diagon Alley, it's the place where you can buy all your school supplies and also anything else magical. It's located right here in London, it isn't too far away."
Braewyn understood, but it didn't help her from not being hesitant. She didn't want to leave Tainy, what if she never got to see her again?
Harry caught the look on her face and understood right away, it was a feeling he had experienced when leaving Hogwarts. Leaving your home. "Don't worry," he reassured her. "You'll be back for vacations and when the school year is over."
Braewyn nodded.
"Just pack your stuff and we'll be on our way. You'll stay at my house over night; I have some kids that are going to Hogwarts as well."
Braewyn nodded again and jumped off the bed. She only went to the pillow on her bed and got a black teddy bear and the scarlet book. This was everything she could call her own. The teddy bear was the one she had been left at the doorstep of the orphanage with and the book had also come with her. It was a special book, her special book.
Harry felt the pity gnaw at him slightly, this girl had, had a harder time than he had ever had with the Dursley's. Even though he knew he couldn't judge the young girl, he couldn't help it, who knew who she was going to be when she grew older.
"Is this everything?" He asked her.
She nodded.
"Alright, go say good-bye to your friends and we'll leave."

Braewyn stood beside Mr. Potter in a crowded moldy bar. She had said her good bye to Tainy and explained she was going away to go to a school, but that she was coming back for Christmas. Tainy had been sad, but happy for her, and given her a bead-necklace that she had made herself, so she wouldn't forget her while she was gone. It was hard for Braewyn to leave, but she knew it was for the best. Maybe now she could figure out who her real parents were.
"Good morning, Tom," Harry greeted the barman and gave him a polite nod.
"Morning, Mr. Potter."
They walked into the back alley of the bar. There was a brick wall there and Braewyn couldn't understand what they were doing there, but Mr. Potter took out his wand and started tapping on some of the bricks, not randomly, Braewyn could see that there was some pattern.
She was prepared for something to happen, but the sight of the bricks moving to the side still shocked her. This was her first time seeing magic, real controlled magic. But the bricks paled against the sight that was revealed by them.
The Diagon Alley was amazing; she couldn't take her eyes off all the things that were to be seen. Old and young wizards and witches walking around with robes, some even had those pointy hats. She saw broomsticks, bats, black cats, a lot of owls everywhere. It was magnificent, and right in front of her now stood a big building. She couldn't take her eyes off it.
"This is Gringotts," Harry explained. "It's where we keep our money and other valuables that we want to keep secure."

She followed him into the bank, but then it hit her. "I don't have any money."
"We're going to my vault and I'll borrow you some money for now," He told her with a small pressing smile. "My parents gave me enough money to last at least ten life times."
"Where are you parents?" She asked curiously, as she looked around at the weird looking people, or you couldn't even call them people, they were small and had pointy ears and many wrinkles.
"They died when I was one-years-old. I lived at my Aunt and Uncle's house until I was off age and could move out."
"You're a orphan too?" She looked at him with a slightly new look. She didn't realize that he was also an orphan.
"Yes," He told her quickly and then turned to one of the weird looking things. "I would like to make a small withdrawal."
"Very well Mr. Potter," The thing answered with a grunt.
He didn't look like he liked Mr. Potter a lot; at least that was what Braewyn thought. He looked like he loathed him actually.
"They're goblins," He whispered to her, as he handed over a key to the goblin.
"Why do they hate you?"
Harry looked at her, his expression emotionless.
"It's a long story," He told her and followed the goblin, who had begun moving.
They walked through one of the big doors and sat down in a cart. It all amazed Braewyn and she looked around with big eyes. She could hardly believe any of it, yet she felt like it was familiar too.
The cart was controlled by a goblin and once it started moving it moved fast. Really fast, the surroundings became blurry. It took some time before it started slowing down and they reached the right vault. The goblin opened the vault with the key and the door swung open.
The sight that hit her was amazing; she was almost blinded by the glare of the hundreds of piles of gold, silver and bronze. She couldn't believe Mr. Potter was this rich, even though she had no idea about wizard money; she still knew that that was a lot of money.
Mr. Potter took a handful of the gold and silver and put it in a small brown bag. He turned to her and handed it over.
"This will do for now," He told her.
"Thank you," She said, her eyes moving from the bag of money in her hands to him. For the first time since they had left the orphanage she smiled. No one had ever given her anything in her whole life.
"Come on; let's go get you a wand," He couldn't help but smile at the grateful girl. It reminded him of when he first had discovered the magical world.

My wonderful beta-reader (Forgetful Love) read through the chapter and fixed a couple of things, so here is the almost perfect version of chapter 1! :D Thank you, hon!

Alright then...

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