Disclaimer: Everything I write belongs strictly to J.K. Rowling and the general idea of wrong children-who-lived come from quite a few different people on this website!
A/N: This is my first time, though I'm not a great writer I'm working on it. Review highly, highly adored and flame all you want- I've got a hose of awesomeness.
HOW OUR ADVENTURE BEGAN
A young girl slammed her trunk shut as she hoisted it out the balcony window. Hatred and anger seethed off her in raw power. She had enough of this life. But it would all end today. Today, Camilla Potter would die, but instead Camilla Peverell will be born. She was so tired of being neglected from her own blood family. Well, family no more.
Both her mother and father had been swayed just like the wizarding world into worshipping the children-who-lived-to-be-a-royal-fat-arse. She hated how Harry and she were absolutely ignored so Miss smooches and Sir Almighty can have all they want. It was even worse how they never even realized Harry and her special talent in magic or their amazing vast of knowledge at such a young age. How could you not know if your kids are prodigies? I mean, isn't it obvious when someone is using wandless magic? Oh sorry, they're too focused on children wonder brat to even care. My bad!
She saw another trunk float down into the shrubs next to her own and glanced to her right. She grinned nervously at her brother, gesturing him to get ready for the blood bond. Nodding slightly, they both went inside to get the things needed for the ritual. She silently slipped on a black cloak and took out a jeweled dagger. She glared resentfully at her 'bedroom' for the last five years. It was nothing bigger than a cupboard in size; the only items in there were a small cot and an emptied bookshelf.
She met Harry just outside the kitchens. Making sure the Potter weren't back from their prissy tea party yet; they quickly went into the kitchen to find their house elf friend Misty. Misty had always been friendly with the young use-to-be Potters- in fact she had even been totally on board with the idea of them running away. She knew they weren't happy and was glad to help. They bid Misty a tearful farewell before giving them both food to last at least a week in a magical pouch- of course charmed to stay warm and kept fresh. They gave Misty a final goodbye before heading outside to the gardens. They kept in resentful silence, seething about the days they were forced to spend with the Potters. Well, good riddance to those!
They finally reached the center of the giant garden. They took out their daggers and an ancient grimoire from the founders of Hogwarts.
"You sure you want this?" She asked nervously, glancing at her brother.
"Hell, yeah. I've got enough of them. Even if I die, I won't die a Potter." He seethed hotly, and Camilla just had to agree.
"You're right. I can't believe I thought that you wouldn't want this!" She joked, earning her a small chuckle from her brother. "Right then! On we go!" She quickly waved her hand over the marble statue of a beautiful maiden, looking just like Morgana Le Fay. Instantly, a powerful dome shield was erected. She grinned as her brother flipped to the correct page on the grimoire and started speaking the incantation.
"Rain, Water, Snow and Ice. What you want is what is nice. We've come to thou without the sin of greed, but instead the desperation of our need!" Camilla started to join in, the words pouring out from her heart.
"Fire, Flame, lava and heat. What you want is what is neat. We've come to thou with pure of heart, but our desire is what is right!" Together they spoke the final verse, filling giddy and determined.
"Air, wind, storm and thunder. What we seek is what is under; our souls are cracked and we only feel fright. Maybe blood will make it right!" Just as the last vowel was utterly, a flame suddenly erupted and the statue slowly cracked, falling to the ground in ashes, revealing a once again young Morgana Le Fay under it.
"Well, well! It's been centuries since I've been summoned. How did you two figure it out? You both look quite young to me!" Anna immediately flushed.
"Oh… um. We found it in a library book- it was confirmed when we saw you're… uh… statue." Morgana nodded as she observed them both clearly.
"Now, what is it that you seek? You're here for a blood change, aren't you? But what is so unsatisfactory about your family? For one I don't believe you children!" She hissed, crossing her arms impatiently.
"We've been neglected. They barely remember our existence! All they care is about Children Wonder- our spoilt siblings. They ignore us and glare like it's our fault that we're not famous too!" Harry spoke up for the first time, his sister beaming at him. Morgana studied them both before nodding.
"Well, you're reasons are legit. What name do you want to change to then? You know you could only do one that relates to you somehow."
"Peverell. Our ancestors were from the Peverell family. We do understand that our blood status will be the same as the last Peverell with the name." Morgana nodded.
"Now, we must do the blood changing ritual. You should know what to do." At her comment, both Not-Potters quickly took out a thin candlestick each from their satchel before cutting a thin slit in their arm with their dagger on their chest. Camilla winced slightly before carefully dragging the candlewick across the deep red substance. Harry was doing the same. Once the tip of the wick was coated in blood, they healed their cuts before lighting their candlestick on fire. Once successfully lighted, they waited until the melted wax was dripping down the candle before blowing it out, leaving a thin trail of smoke wavering into the buzzing summer air. Morgana watched with satisfaction as they used the tip to draw a devil's circle with runes carved all around. Then Harry proceeded to withdraw a much larger but shorted candle and setting it in the middle. Camilla took out a purely white moonstone and placing it directly in front of the candle. Their hearts were both thumping wildly. No one in history had gone this far.
"Very good. Now light the candle on fire, slit both your wrists- and be careful- before letting the blood spill over the moonstone. Then take the moonstone before setting the blood-spilled surface on fire. If you've done it right, it will glow a bright orange. Press it gently in your palm- it will sting a bit- and place it in the fire, and hold both your hands. I'll take care of the rest." Both twins nodded numbly. Harry lit the candle on fire and Camilla slit her wrists and let a good amount drop on to the moonstone before letting Harry do the same. They waved her hand over their wrists and it was healed. They burned it in the fire before pressing the burning rock into their palms. They hissed painfully but continued nevertheless.
"Very Well. The ancient and noble house Of Potter shall now make the exchange between the Ancient and Noble house Of Peverell, both equal by blood. Thou will now be bound to the ancient and noble house of Peverell, name and blood. The magic will arise, and thou shall shift between!" Camilla suddenly cried out in pain and Harry wasn't far behind. It felt like their blood was burning and shifting in and out. They gripped their hands tighter until the last bit of pain was gone. They stayed in silence; smoke erupting from their burning hands. Suddenly, her most beloved sibling in the world had pulled Camilla into a bear hug. They turned around to see Morgana Le Fay back into a stony statue, looking as if nothing changed, but her burning orange eyes told different. The devils circle was gone, as was the moonstone. The candle was only leaving a trail of smoke.
"We did it." Harry whispered, awestruck. Camilla could only nod. No tracking spell would work on them now- not the ones based by blood anyway. They were free to leave. They grabbed their satchels and their grimoire and gave Morgana one last glance before running to get their trunks. The Potters would be back anytime soon now and they needed to hurry. They shrunk the trunks and hoisted themselves over the fences, pulling their hood up. They couldn't apparate with the anti-apparition wards in the forest, so they did the next best thing; they shifted.
Shifting was a way common vampires used to travel. It would make whoever is using the power run, or in other words, shift so fast that one could barely make out a zooming blur of who is it. Although the twins weren't vampires, they developed that skill along with shadow-walking, another way vampires could travel since they couldn't touch sunlight, but it didn't move just as fast, and all they cared about now was speed.
Camilla grabbed Harry's hand before speeding off to the forest beyond, seeking their newest and biggest adventure ever.
The Potters were just back from their latest tea party with the Malfoys and the Longbottoms. After it had been revealed that Malfoys were really spies for the light, the Potters have done their best to get the Malfoys approval. James and Lily were far too into the fame and they only wanted things for their own good. The tea party has gone very well, and the Malfoys and the Longbottoms had absolutely adored little Peony's soft velvet princess dress. Nothing but the best for their princess, of course! The only time that nearly brew up trouble was when young master Malfoy declared that Peony looked like a fat pig in a tutu, and Peony threw her expensive tea cup at him. But of course after he stumbled an apology, things were okay again.
Little Charles had been a perfect angel, as always. Of course he would be, and besides it's only natural that a little boy would want things to go this way- so it wasn't his fault when he declared he hated tea parties- it was just what he was supposed to do!
Lily smiled as she walked up the grand staircase. If things went well, then they'll be known as the best wizard and witch in Britain! Her face lit up as James kissed her and they both went their ways. After all it was almost dinner and Charles hated waiting for his supper- poor boy! He needs to grow! She ordered the food from the houselves. After all, how would a woman her status cook? It was downright ridiculous!
She told the houselves to cook beef and potatoes, Charles favorite along with chicken and mac and cheese, Peony's favorite. Harry and Camilla would just eat whatever there is. It wasn't like they minded anyway. Lily scrunched up her nose as she thought of the youngest two of her quadruplets. They were certainly two kids she could live without. They weren't famous, yet they still hold the glory of being in this family. If they wanted attention, they would earn it! At least they stopped bothering her when they realized the world don't evolve around them stupid squibs. (Although Albus had reassured her that they were magical, she doubted they could perform a simple spell to save their lives.) The world evolves around Charles and Peony, the children-who-lived. They better know that! Lily sighed as she made it back to her study. She was becoming a Hogwarts professor next year for muggle studies, and she really needed to catch up on what has happened in the world she grew up in.
At dinner, neither Camilla or Harry showed up, but as usual the Potters didn't give a word about it, their minds still filled with thoughts of their own. By bedtime, the Potters still weren't showing any signs of acknowledgement, so god had to give James a nudge. When James found himself in the family library with traces of copying magic, he called upon a house elf to investigate in case a deatheater has broken in and copied some of the books.
"Wispy, who copied all these books?" He scratched his head in wonder. Blinking owlishly at the house elf.
"Young miss Potter did it, sir. Wispy senses her magic!" James rolled his eyes. As if that squib would know how to do a copying spell, on all those books too! But he supposed she might know something to do with it.
"Thank you Wispy. Dismissed." With the loud pop, James went to put his precious princess and little warrior to bed before seeing what that sneaky girl is up to. He walked to the southwest wing, decorated in pink and frills. It was dedicated for his daughter. He walked to the master bedroom decorated like a true fairytale and gave his loving daughter a kiss on the cheek before going to the southeast wing and doing the same for his lovable son. Now he just needed to go up to the large storage wing to find those two little buggers. He grimaced as he paced through the dusty hallways, filled with unwanted gadgets and knickknacks of all sort. He did realize that there seemed to be something missing, but with these all over the place you can never know. He opened the door to Harry's room first- only to find it empty. There were no remains of the small dragon figures Sirius sent him, or any of the books he got. He looked mildly shocked, but he thought maybe they put everything in one room and headed towards Camilla's room. Finding it empty made him even more worried. What were they up to? He glanced around one last time before looking for the troublemakers elsewhere.
Eventually, James Potter gave up as the news sunk in. They ran away. He needed to contact Albus immediately. Lily had a tear rolling down her cheek, while promising that the kids will not get off easily when they find them, but little did she know it would be eating them on the inside knowing they neglected them and it was all there fault because they opened to the door a little too wide to the fame.
Far, far away…
Albus Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, grinning like a loon. Everything had gone accordingly. Now that the spare were gone, James and Lily will give all the attention the children-who-lived needed. They would get the perfect training and he would be responsible for raising the children, and the wizarding world will stake him as their hero forever. Who cared where those dratted kids went? He didn't.
In fact the evil headmaster was so indulged in thinking up a new manipulative plan that he didn't notice the two names that changed on the 1991 registration list.
Camilla Frost Peverell
Harry James Peverell
A/N: Well that's the first chapter. I'll probably be able to upload twice every week or at the latest once every two weeks- but that'd be when I'm highly stressed or totally lazy!