The Unwanted

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The Lost Twin

On All Hallo's Eve ( Halloween), Lily and James Potter were putting their children to bed. The children were twins, five year olds. The boy's name was Harry, with short black hair, and emerald eyes. The girl's name was Hannah, with a long black braid and emerald eyes as well.

The Potters were a wizard family, and used to be very popular to every one. Now they were only popular to the more high class traditional families, or pure bloods, even if Lily was a muggle born. You see, Albus Dumbledore told them, when the children were one years old, that the most hated, evil wizard, Lord Voldemort, was going to their family soon, to kill the children.

"Why?" Lily asked fearfully, hugging Harry to herself. "What does he want with my babies?"

"There was a prophecy that dictated that your children will defeat him. The child may be Harry or Hannah, may be even both. I believe it will most likely be both."

"No." James said. "It has to be Harry. He has already done some accidental magic. Beside, he's older and the boy."

"You can put one child over the other?" Albus was shocked, but it was not his place to criticize.

"I'm not. I just know my children." James said.

For the next five years, Harry was taken good care of. He was spoilt beyond beleif, while Hannah watched, and lay almost forgotten. She hardly ever spoke.

At for her mattress was taken away, as Harry needed his sleep to defeat You-Know-Who. No one had time to feed her, so she learned how to, silently, make food. Silently, because if she got cought, she'd be accused of stealing. Her room was very cold, and she had no blanket.

Then, as the children turned six years old, she snuck into Harry's room. He didn't really know who she was, but with twin telepathy, she could talk to him in his dreams.

Hello Harry. She thought. He was dreaming that he was a baker, and she a customer.

Hello. What can I do for you today, miss? He smiled in his baker cap.

Suddenly, Hannah heard a noise outside. Her mother screamed, "Don't kill my baby, please!" Hannah saw the door be outlined in green. She dragged the sleepy Harry out of bed and pushed him under it.

Be silent, Harry, and you will live your great destiny. Hannah knew he was the Boy Who Will Live. And she loved her big brother, as any twin should do. And so she decided to save him.

A man with a snake like face came in. "So, are you to defeat me?"

"No, sir." As a six year old, she didn't know how to lie. "But I can try."

"I know your brother is in here, but I might as well kill you first." He said the killing curse, and Hannah shut her eyes. She thought to herself: you can save Harry, you can save Harry, don't die so you can save him!

She felt herself get hit with the charm, like a ton if bricks it hit her. But it bounced right off of her, and onto the snake man's face. She, Hannah, was the Girl Who Lived. But not even she knew that. She didn't understand. Her parents died that day, asking for Harry, the Boy Who Lived (in their eyes and in the worlds eyes) to live with his aunt and Uncle. Hannah was sent to a foster home.

As Harry was walking away from the rubble that was his house, he heard the voice that was in his dream talk to him again. Be still, Harry, be good, be strong. I will always love you Harry, and your great destiny awaits. No matter what, I will be proud of you. Harry looked around to see who was talking, but no one was there. He didn't know of the twin sister he had, who was never mentioned.

At Hannah's new home, there were three other children. If you could call them children, they looked more like skeletons. Mr. Johnson was an alcoholic, while Mrs. Johnson, who was quick to punish with the fist and faster with the belt, and was usually sober. Mr. Johnson was twice as quick with the fist that Mrs. Johnson, but preferred his afternoon and evening punishment end in bed with Hannah. He liked her pretty face and her innocence. When they got angry, as they easily did, they would send you to the shed out back. There, yo would receive punishment. Sometimes you would stay long after punishment.

Hannah lived there for three years, three very painful years. She knew they didn't care about her, they cared less than her parents did, and her parents didn't even know her name. Her bedroom was, like Harry, under the stairs, and she shared it with the other three kids there. She lived for the nights, when she checked on Harry. She did so every night, and would sooth his dreams. If he had nightmares she would help him turn them intro dreams, beautiful, relaxing dreams. One night she had the pleasure of learning her knew her presence. He said, Thank you, dream lady! And he bowed. She laughed. He was the only one that ever wanted her. She just wished he knew she actually existed. Hannah prayed that he would learn she ws real and take her away to her aunt and uncle's house. It wasn't half as bad as what she was going through.

The year Harry and Hannah were turning seven years old, Albus Dumbledore learned of Hannah's new home, and was enraged.

"How could someone do that to their child, Severus?" Dumbledore vented to his Potions Master and nephew.

"I wouldn't know, Headmaster." Snape said tightly. He was furious as well. The Potters had two children, and just threw one away, while he and his wife, had none, and couldn't because his wife was infertile. They wanted a child desperately.

"Wait," Dumbledore stopped his pacing. "You and your wife want a child, right?"

"Yes." Snape replied.

"Would you mind terribly if you adopted Hannah?" Dumbledore asked gently.

Author's Note: Please R&R im really new to this so please tell me if my ratings all right, and what is a flame? or a mary sue. I promise this will get better real quick, im just explaining who Hannah is and all that, so read and reveiw! Im desperate! :0 Any critism welcome!