Firstly I apologise about my lack of activity, reality wanted to drop in for a while so I've been busy and haven't been able to write a lot lately. The upside is I will be writing relatively frequently now, the down side for those waiting for more of Influence of the Night is I have got this new story running through my head distracting me.
This is my version of the popular 'wrong boy-who-lived' cliché and I hope you like it and Harry has a younger sister in this.
~Abandoned Raven – Chapter One: Hogwarts Shopping~
It was dawn, the sun barely peaking over the Horizon in Godric's Hollow and casting slivers of light through the gathered shadows. The world was still except for the birds singing their good mornings to nature and a small boy who sat on a window seat in the attic, bright green eyes watching as the light spread and chased the darkness away.
This boy had deep black hair that shone similar to a raven's wing with fair skin and a small lithe build hidden beneath fine but second hand clothing. Beneath the boy's messy raven hair on his forehead was a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt above one Arvada Kedavra green eye; this boy is Harry Potter.
Harry had an older brother, a twin. Eugene Potter proclaimed the Boy-Who-Lived nine and a half years ago on Halloween when Voldemort, the darkest wizard ever seen in Britain, attacked their home to kill Harry and his brother.
Somehow Voldemort's own curse was thrown back at him and he had been defeated and when Albus Dumbledore arrived on the scene Harry was unconscious and Eugene had been crying in pain from the crescent shaped wound on his left cheek.
Dumbledore took this as the sign of the prophecy and announced to the newly arrived James Potter that Eugene was the Boy-Who-Lived, the one destined to defeat Voldemort, without noticing the scar on little Harry's head that was emitting very dark magic.
Also that same day Lily Potter gave birth to Vivian Lily Potter at 10.31pm October 31st 1981. Emmaline Vance, a friend and Order of the Phoenix member, had been watching the twins while Lily gave birth and was tragically lost to Voldemort's wand.
No one truly knows what happened that night but Harry did remember, in his nightmares, a green light and a terrible scream. The only one to know was Voldemort himself who had not been seen since that night, daring people to believe he was gone for good.
Life was relatively fine for Harry after that tragic night, he had his mother and father back to look after him and his twin with his hazel eyes and cheerful personality but most of all he had his treasure, Vivian Lily Potter, his little sister with dark forest green eyes and sweet smile.
This however was not to last. The family was constantly swarmed by strangers wanting to see the Boy-Who-Lived and his parents but little Harry and Vivian were always overlooked by the crowd and when Harry was two and Vivian barely one, Lily and James began to push them aside and lap up the fame that came with being the parents of the boy-who-lived, doting on Eugene.
By the time Harry was four he and Vivian were completely forgotten and neglected by those they once called their parents who had become arrogant in their self-importance and their brother was spoiled rotten, planting the seeds for an attention seeking, arrogant brat. The two had to rely on the old house elf Mimi who was all too happy to help them and furious with her older masters.
Life at the Potter household became a chore and all too soon the two younger children began to withdraw from the others, becoming closed off and silent, speaking only to each other and Mimi. Almost entirely forgotten by the world the two siblings became closer, building a relationship so strong it would never break.
"Harry?" The quiet voice broke the silence in the attic and broke Harry from his thoughts and drew his eyes to his little sister, Vivian.
"Yes Vivian?" Harry smiled and beckoned her over to join him, her long, sleek black hair swaying as she did so, sitting on the seat facing her brother.
"How are you feeling?" Two pairs of green eyes met, one pair dark and the other the colour of the killing curse. "I know you're looking forward to going to Hogwarts and start learning but this will be our first time being apart, ever."
"I know," Harry sighed and shifted his gaze out the window once more, almost all of the shadows had retreated in the wake of the sunlight. "I know I'll be fine, Sirius is there after all, I'm just worried about you."
Harry looked to Vivian again, giving her a searching look. Vivian gave a soft smile in response to her brother's scrutiny.
"I will be fine to. James will be gone most of the time with his Auror duties and it isn't like he remembers we're here anyway but I promise to be careful." Vivian reached forward and gently clasped one of Harry's hands between her own and looking at his as sternly as a nine turning ten year old could.
"You have to promise me to be careful to and send letters as often as possible." Harry gave a soft, musical laugh; a laugh no one but his sister had ever heard.
"Of course, I'll write everyday if I can and I will stay out of trouble as much as Eugene will allow." Vivian scowled at the mention of her other brother, the one that was always trying to get Harry into trouble and punished and almost always succeeded.
"If he tries anything hex him but don't you dare get yourself caught." Harry laughed again and enfolded Vivian into a tight hug.
"That is what I love about you Vivian, you always know exactly what to say." Upon releasing her he was gifted with a bright smile, that sweet little smile that would melt everyone who saw it.
"Yes well, I am just that amazing." Vivian teased lightly earning a grin. "But that isn't the only reason I've come to disturb your thinking time, we are going to Diagon Alley today apparently so they can show off their 'perfect family'." The last two words were said with sarcasm and air quotes.
Harry scowled and muttering a curse an eleven year old should not know, it was James' favourite. He and Vivian had planned on going to the Alley alone in two days and avoid all the press and strangers but no James and Lily just had to ruin it for them.
"I know it sucks but there is nothing we can do, we are leaving at nine sharp today." Vivian, while hating Lily and James, was still relatively noticed by her parents but only to relay messages to Harry who they never addressed directly.
Harry sighed in resignation and inwardly cursing his so called parents for ruining his plans to not only go to Diagon Alley but he had wanted to sneak into James' study to read a certain book or file rather; it listed all known illegal spells, curses, hexes, charms, wards and many other branches of magic.
It was the official Ministry list of the Dark Arts and that was the only subject of magic he and Vivian had yet to address but there was no way he could ask to read it without being labelled a budding dark wizard and a possible physical punishment from James.
"It isn't all bad though," Vivian continued with a distasteful expression. "We are to only stick around for a few photos and then scat and I'm to make sure you 'don't try and steal precious Eugene's limelight'." Harry sneered in response; like he wants to have his whole life invaded by rabid vultures politely called reporters.
"Well at least we will be able to shop in peace." Harry brightened up and gave Vivian a smile.
"And we won't have to look at Eugene's face longer than a few minutes." Vivian added and the two siblings settled comfortably on the window seat and allowed silence to descend, both content to just be in the other's presence without words.
Harry forced himself to keep his face neutral and resist the sneer that wanted to pull at his lips. In front of him was Lily James and Eugene Potter, posing like prized peacocks for the photographers. Beside him Vivian stood with a completely expressionless face that he could not help but envy, his mask was nowhere near as flawless as hers and had frequent cracks.
They had just arrived at Diagon Alley and were immediately swarmed by reporters, photographers and strangers, all clamouring to get a look at the bloody Boy-Who-Lived. They hadn't been there three minutes yet and he already wished he was anywhere else but he grit his teeth and smoothed out his expression for the few photos he was forced to take.
Keeping his expression blank was almost an impossible task, especially when James Potter dared to put an arm around his shoulders and pretend he actually gave a damn, while wrapping his other arm around Eugene. Vivian wasn't fairing much better with Lily standing directly behind her with her filthy hands resting on her slim shoulders.
It was to his great relief when James released him and silent dismissed him with that irritating flick of his wrist. He swore he would break that wrist one day but ignored his irritation and hooked Vivian's arm around his own and together they disappeared into the crowd, no one paying them any attention.
"Thank the stars that's over." Harry muttered when they were free of the crowd and out of sight.
"Indeed. Urgh I need a bath, I feel filthy." Harry would have laughed at her expression had he not felt similarly filthy from his unwanted contact with James.
"I know what you mean but at least we don't have to see any of them for the next few hours." Harry consoled, getting a small smile out of his sister. "Now to Gringotts first then we'll see about buying my Hogwarts stuff and perhaps grab some lunch at the Leaky Cauldron."
"Sounds good to me." Vivian replied and together they entered the large white building of Gringotts bank.
Two hours later found the siblings walking towards Ollivander's wand shop with Harry pulling a new trunk behind him that was full of school robes, course books, parchment, quills, ink, potions supplies, the rest of his school supplies and a few books for extra reading. All he required now was his wand.
Beyond grateful that the other three had barely made to Madam Malkins yet they entered the old dusty wand shop. There was boxes upon boxes of wands stacked all the way to the roof and there was a strong feeling of magic in the air around the shop and it made Harry's hands tingle as he felt it.
"Hello?" Harry called quietly into the seemingly empty shop and very nearly jumped a foot when the man suddenly appeared from nowhere and greeted him.
"I wondered when I'd be seeing you Mr Potter," Ollivander was an old man with curly grey hair and misty silver eyes that seemed to stare straight through you. It was rather unnerving. "Though I had thought I'd be seeing you with your brother and parents."
"I'm afraid they're tied up at the moment with all the reporters around." Harry replied flatly, disliking having those three mentioned as family.
"Ah I see." Ollivander hummed in reply, either not picking up on his tone or deciding not to address it and instead began pulling out several different wands and placing them on the counter before turning back to Harry and holding out a wand for him to test.
The wand shattered a vase and was snatched out of his hands and he was given another only for that to be snatched as well and for the next twenty minutes Harry went through several wands made of different woods and cores, from willow and unicorn hair to a rare Australian Red Cedar with a phoenix feather core, none of them accepted Harry but this only made the man gleeful.
"Tricky customer eh?" He said with a grin once they had gone through all of the wands he had originally selected and stood with a thoughtful expression on his face.
Harry wasn't sure if it was a good or a bad thing when the man's eyes suddenly lit up with a peculiar light he couldn't name and disappeared into the shelves of wands, coming back out a few minutes later carrying a single box.
"Perhaps this." Harry eyed the man for a moment before taking the wand, mystified by Ollivander's suspenseful expression. Thoughts about the man's sanity was forgotten when he felt a warmth rush up his arm and his magic fluctuate as a bond was created between the wand and himself, small sparks of blue, green and red erupting from the wand tip before fading.
"Curious, very curious." Harry raised an eyebrow at the Wandmaker, a clear indication to explain.
"I remember every wand I've ever sold Mr Potter." Ollivander began, taking the wand from his grasp and replacing it in its box before handing it back. "It just so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather resides in this wand gave another feather, just one, it is curious that you should be destined for this wand when its brother gave you and your brother those scars."
Harry felt his heart miss a beat in surprise and shock, Vivian, standing to the side narrowed her eyes in thought.
"I believe we will can expect great things from you Harry Potter, for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things, terrible, but great."
So after being thoroughly creeped out by the Wandmaker Harry and Vivian were once again in Diagon Alley, skirting around the horde outside Flourish and Blotts and headed back to the Leaky Cauldron to have lunch and subsequently wait for the other three to finish with their parading so they could return to the house.
Harry and Vivian sat talking in the corner of the pub with their lunch, content to wait there until the Potter's were finished and observe the Witches and Wizards that went through the pub, having a game of sorts to see if they could guess who they were.
By the time the Potter's were finally finished they had seen the blonde haired Malfoy's, the many red headed Weasley's, Nott, Crabbe, Goyle, Zabini, Brown, Longbottom and many that were obviously Muggleborn with their wide eyes and out of place clothing.
Harry, despite enjoying his day out with Vivian, was glad to be off his feet and after packing his trunk properly with a set of school robes and his course books at the top. There was no way he was going to Hogwarts without reading his books.
Laying on his stomach on the bed Harry had his nose stuck in his Potions book and right beside was Vivian who read along with him. The pair discussed a few things here and there as they read only disturbed by Mimi who brought them dinner – they weren't allowed at the dinner table – and after thanking her they went back to reading, absently eating as they went.
Other than the occasional hoot of Hedwig, the Snowy Owl Harry had bought earlier, the attic was silent for the next three hours. Seven chapters through the book found the two marking the page with a bookmark and going to bed, Vivian walking over to the other side of the attic where a deep green sheet worked as a makeshift curtain.
Behind the curtain was the bed Vivian had claimed as her own. Years ago Harry had been run out of his room so Eugene could put his toys in there and so without a thought Vivian had followed him to the attic and together with the help of darling Mimi they made it liveable and were actually quite happy to have their room in the attic, it kept them away from the others.
"Goodnight Harry." Vivian called over to her brother as she settled.
"Goodnight Vi." Harry replied, blowing out the candle and hiding Vivian's smile at the nickname.
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Oh and I don't own Harry Potter and heed my warning – there will be some slash in this
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