Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling, I don't own Scholastic, Bloombury Publishing, nor do I run Warner Bro. People, if I had that type of brilliance, job, or money, I highly doubt I'd be writing FANFICTION about a story I adore, and a group of people I admire. This is a way to express myself without whiplash from cruel people about my original works. Let me tell you something, I've tried to publish before, but it isn't easy. But I won't give up! Until then, I'll keep up with fanfiction when it strikes my fancy.
It wasn't that surprising anymore to hear a bank had been robbed. Nowadays it seemed like every bank in the country was being hit at least once. Actually, it wasn't just one country, either. No one would even realise that it's the same person, if they hadn't had the same glaring signature branded into them. After all, how could someone get money, without threatening lives, or getting caught on camera? Yet, millions, upon billions, have been stolen from banks all over the world.
"People, it's happened again." The woman addressed her audience around the world. People paused what they were doing to pay attention to her words. Be it in a mall, home, or even the streets. "Yesterday morning, a small bank in Surrey was taken by surprise when they opened the vault to retrieve money for the A.T.M. Lo and behold, the whole place was cleaned out of monies."
A girl with long pretty black hair paused as she stepped up behind the crowd of people. She wore a pair of black round rimmed glasses that almost hid her beautifully green eyes. Her skin was pale, with freckles across her cheeks. She wore a green plaid skirt, socks, and vest, a white shirt, green tie, a pair of emerald earrings, and black Mary Janes. Over her shoulder was a black messenger bag, which had a black cat keychain attached to it.
"The only reference they have to the culprit is a card with a black cat drawn on it." Engrossed in the show, no one noticed the ten year old smirking to herself as she turned away and went to leave. "According to local authorities, a new team has been placed on the taskforce, and they leaked that they found something else, a long black hair."
The girl froze, glancing back, and pale.
"Can they get anything off of it?" Her coworker asked, his shock evident.
"No. Apparently there was no root attached to the strand, so no DNA was available to do testing." The girl practically melted in relief before hurrying on her way to school, where her best friend, Hermione Granger, awaited her.
"Harrietta!" The bushy haired girl called out, waving to her friend. She looked her over, shaking her head. "Why must you insist on wearing that? You look ready for secondary school, not our year." Harrietta laughed softly, nodding.
"I know, but I like dressing this way. So, anything happen?"
"Yes, and I'm sure you know exactly what I'm talking about." Harrietta winced, sitting down at her table. Hermione crossed her arms, glancing around to make sure others weren't nearby. "What were you thinking hitting so close to home? Do you want to be caught? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Plausible deniability, Hermione. I didn't want you to get into trouble. I have a hard enough time keeping myself out. Besides, you have a family that loves-" Harrietta was cut off as the girl slumped, shoulders shaking. "Hermione?"
"I can't go back to that house." The girl shakily lifted her hand to wipe at her face. The dark haired girl recoiled at the sight.
Instead of soft caramel colored skin, it was dotted black, blue, purple, green, and yellow. With a start, the younger girl noticed that other parts of her friend's skin was hidden under coverup. Soft brown eyes drowning in fear and sadness, met horrified green ones.
"Why didn't you say something, Hermione? I would have taken you away ages ago!" Harrietta shook as she gently touched her friend's cheek. "Come on, we're leaving."
"Where are we going? What about class?" Harrietta shook her head.
"Doesn't matter. We're leaving London." Harrietta lead Hermione to her apartment complex. They entered hers, and Harrietta used the strange energy she and Hermione could use, to pack everything into a pocket of her bag, all of it shrinking as it went in. "Do you have anything from your house that you need?" Hermione nodded her head.
"Clothes, my books...my diary." Harrietta nodded.
Three hours later, they were checked into a youth hostel. It was only for the night, as they needed to plan, and make things make sense.
"Okay, so first, we've got to change what you look like. Same with me. Someone will come looking for us." Harrietta hummed to herself. "Focus on what I turn into. I want you to wish to be exactly like me, got it?" Hermione nodded, watching closely.
Harrietta didn't change much about herself, only her hair and eyes. Her eyes darkened, and her hair turned red. Hermione only hesitated for a moment before doing as her friend instructed, feeling a tickling sensation across her body. The only difference between the two were their eyes. Hermione's new being had dark blue eyes.
Nearly identical twins walked out of the hostel the next morning. A new mission in mind as they got used to their new selves. Hermione was now Heather and Harrietta was now Hyacinth. They were looking for a new place to live, which wasn't going as smoothly as they hoped for, as Hyacinth tried to change into something else, and failed. It wasn't until they stumbled into a place called the Leaky Cauldron that their eyes were opened wide.
"Magic Hyacinth. We have magic!" Heather squealed quietly as they made their way to Gringotts to transfer money. The girls were excited to learn this new fact about themselves. The goblins were efficient enough getting their money transferred and explaining the currency rates. "First up, a de-aging potion I think." Heather hummed to her sister in all but blood. Hyacinth nodded, following her to the Apothecary. The owner, a wrinkly old man, lifted a brow at them.
"It's for our mother." The thief explained, giving an eye roll. "She doesn't want wrinkles, so she wants to use the potion to 'stay young forever' even if it's just a cover up."
"I see. How many has she had so far? If it's more than ten, I must refuse to sell.
"Mother was only twenty when she had us." Heather giggled, "She's not had one yet. Hyacinth likes to be dramatic." The man snorted before ringing them up. The girls paid and left. Once they were within a secluded section between two stores, they read the label.
Anti-Age Potion
Warnings: Do not use if you are younger than fourteen years of age. Use of this potion before said age will cause permanent de-aging to chosen age. Only use one drop per month of de-aging. Do not drink the whole bottle, can cause disappearance due to becoming just before a fetus.
Directions: One Drop-One Month Small Mouthful-One year
"Okay, since we're ten months apart that means ten drops." Heather mused, using the dropper to count out ten drops onto her tongue. No noticeable changes occured, but they weren't expected. "Okay, shall we check out the apartment list that Snarltooth gave us?"
"Yes, please."
A day later found the twins moving into their new home. A homely flat just left of the Leaky Cauldron. It was fully furnished, two bedroom, sitting room, and a study. It was perfect for two girls. Especially since Heather demanded that Hyacinth teach her how to thieve as well, since she wanted to help. They fell into sisterhood easily. They weren't blood, but no one but they would know that.
"Heather!" Hyacinth yelled out in excitement one day from the kitchen. The other girl huffed but walked in to see what the fuss was about. The girl paused a moment before squealing with her sister.
Sitting on their table, drinking from a bowl of water, was a tawny owl. Beside it, two envelopes with Heather and Hyacinth Evans printed neatly across them, their bedrooms (Hyacinth was in the Western room and Heather in the Eastern room), and address printed in fancy script. With grins, they tore into them.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Heather/Hyacinth Evans,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic
by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory
by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration
by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions
by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK
Yours sincerely,
Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions
"Oh, I can't believe we're actually going, and as sisters!" Heather squealed. "I can't wait to learn even more about our magic!"
"Hey, there is one more note!" Hyacinth exclaimed, before reading aloud.
"Muggle-Borns (those born to non-magical families) shall receive an escort to Diagon Alley so they may get accustomed to our world in time for school. Please include a time and date best for you to go shopping so you may asked the questions that you must ask." The girls snorted, but quickly filled out their replies.
Less than two hours later, a man with shoulder long black hair, greasy, and black eyes stood at their door. They tilted their heads at him in confusion, their red hair almost touching.
"Misses Evans. I'm Professor Snape, and I shall be escorting you to Diagon Alley." His eyes jumped from one girl to the next. "I am sorry, but are you related to a Lily and Petunia Evans?" They gave each other confused looks before shrugging.
"We're in foster care. Anyways, we already went to Diagon Alley many times now, why must we go with you exactly? It's not like you could improve on what we need to know that we can't learn from our books." Heather said, frowning. "Also, call us by name, or you'll get confused, fast."
"Very well." The man glanced them over again, frowning. "Did you know you are wearing Hogwart House themes?" The girls shared surprised looks.
"Really? I read about houses in Hogwarts: A History, but we wear these colors because they are our favorites." He nodded.
"I see. Anyways, the reason I was sent, is because you are muggle-born. There are things that books cannot tell you about our world. Such as whom to look out for in making friends and enemies."
"Okay, and you had to come today, why?" The girls crossed their arms. "It is our birthday." The man looked surprised, actually, only Hyacinth noticed, because his eyes widened slightly.
"You were born on the last day of July." The girls shared confused looks, before nodding. "Don't tell anyone about that. Lie about your birthday if you have to." They opened their mouths to ask why, but he shook his head. "You will find out if you read our recent history. Now, shall we get you to Diagon for a day of shopping."
Severus Snape watched as the girls giggled over a few robes and dresses. Something about them reminded him of Lily, and it didn't settle right. It actually made him feel sick. He kept an eye out for trouble as they babbled nonsense like most girls do in shops. He blinked when the door opened to admit his godson, Draco Malfoy.
"Uncle Severus?" He caught sight of the girls and paused. "Oh. Muggle-borns?" The man narrowed his eyes on the boy, who gulped. The girls were now looking between the two.
"Girls, this here is my godson, Draco Malfoy. Draco, they are Heather and Hyacinth Evans." The blonde boy blinked, silver eyes narrowing, but he bowed to both of them.
"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Heather, Miss Hyacinth."
"Please, please, don't call us that. Heather and Hyacinth is fine." The girls chimed as one. They turned to the Professor. "May we go to the Magical Menagerie next?" The man shook his head.
"Wands are next, girls."
Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC was a rickety old building that looked like it could topple over at any given moment. The girls shared looked before entering the dusty store, where a man popped up out of nowhere.
"Hello young ladies! I've not seen your parents in here."
"Muggle-borns, Garrick." Severus sighed, pinching his nose. "The girls wish to get pets as well, and they still need their potions materials."
"Well, why don't you go get those materials while I sort them out." The man, Garrick, smiling in a distant sort of way. Severus hesitated before agreeing when the girls promised to stay put if they finished before he did. Blue eyes gained clarity as he stared down at Hyacinth. "Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived." The girl stiffened, backing away.
"I'm not a boy!"
"Of course not! Wishful magicks are dangerous in the wrong hands, yet you preformed it, both of you became Heather and Hyacinth Evans when you wished to change. There is no going back for either of you. Now, you shall go first. I shan't tell anyone your wand, for I have a feeling it would reveal who you are." Hyacinth sagged in relief, tensing slightly again when her sister hissed they'd be talking about it later.
About twenty wands later, she had her match. 11" long, made of holly, and possessed a phoenix feather core, Hyacinth was horrified to learn it was the same from the same phoenix tail feathers that resided in her parents' murderer's wand. Heather's wasn't nearly as long to find. 10¾" long, made of vine wood, and possessed a dragon heartstring core. Just as he was ringing them up, Severus reappeared.
"Are you ready to head to the Menagerie, now?" The girls squealed in agreement, and the man was forced to tag along, listening as they cooed over animals in cages and tanks.
"Oh, look Heather! They're adorable!"
Hyacinth was pointing to identical black cats. At least they appeared that way, until they looked up and revealed they both had Heterochromia, but one's left eye was blue, right green, while the other was the opposite. The girls were instantly in loved, and bought everything the cats could want and need. Kit and Kat respectively.
"Books now." The man ordered. The girls shared grins before combing through everything, buying their school books, and then some. "Ravenclaws. Definitely Ravenclaws." The man bemoaned. The girls looked at him, smiled, and went back to pursuing their books. "Do you have everything?"
"Yes sir."
Hyacinth sat in her favorite armchair, staring up at Heather as she paced their study. Finally the slightly older girl turned to her. Her arms crossed, and she gave a look that spell spill.
"I ran away from home as Harry James Potter. I knew if someone found me, they would likely send me right back, so I made a disguise that I could shed if I was caught. I never felt right as a boy either. Now I feel great, I have a sister, we're safe, and rich." Heather rached up to pinch the bridge of her nose.
"Fine, I get it. What about stealing?"
"Originally it was to survive, but now it's habit. I can stop, promise. Unless my thieving abilities end up coming in handy for something." Heather took what she could from that.
"One day, I want the full story. For now, we got studying to do."
AN: I know, I know, I have other stories I should be working on, but guys, some things you loose interest in, or need a break from, or have to relight a passion for. For now, I plan on writing a strictly Harry Potter fanfiction to hopefully get back into my groove of things. Updates will be sporadic and sparse as I am dealing with my anxiety issues, as well as depression. However, I want you to remember, each time I look and see people following me, my stories, or reviewing, or just flat out reading my writings, make the worst days seem better. I hope that it also means I can cheer someone else up as well. For new people I'm American, so if I mess something up, or if you have suggestions on how I can make this sound more fitting for the Harry Potter scene with words describing places, let me know. You can only do so much with slang from the internet, after all. Please note, I'd rather get suggestions in PM form, and not reviews. Reviews are a way to let me know how much people are enjoying my story, or, to put it simply, a way to boost my ego, or comfort me in a way I won't allow people to do in real life.