A Twin Sister
Okay I know that there are a ton of 'Harry's twin sister' stories and all that. But I haven't done it before. So, don't go and tell me that. I already know. And I'm going to make this as original as possible. No flames.
Disclaimer-I do not own the Harry Potter books or any of the recognizable people and spells. Nor do I own this quote from the book. Except a few parts. I altered it.
Chapter 1
A night to forget
December 31st 1981
The night wet and windy,two children dressed as pumpkins waddling across the square, and the shop windows covered in paper spiders, all the tawdry Muggle trappings of a world in which the did not believe.....And he was gliding along, that sense of purpose and power and rightness in him that he always knew on these occasions.....Not anger....that was for weaker souls than he.....but triumph, yes....He waited for this, he had hoped for it.......
"Nice costume, mister!"
He saw a small boy's smile falter as he ran near enough to see beneath the hood of the cloak,saw the fear cloud his painted face: Then the child turned and ran away....Beneath the robe he figured the handle of his wand.....One simple movement and the child would never reach his mother....but unnecessary, quite unnecessary.......
And along a new and darker street he moved, and now his destination was is sight at last, the Fidelius Charm broken, though they did not know yet.......And he made less noise than the dead leaves slithering along the pavement as he drew level with the dark hedge, and stared over it.........
They had not drawn the curtains;he saw them quite clearly in their little sitting room, the tall black-haired man in his glasses, making puffs of colored smoke erupt form his wand for the amusement of the two small toddlers. A boy with black hair and a girl with red hair. The children were laughing and trying to catch the smoke, to grab it in their small fists......
A door opened and the mother entered, saying words he could not hear, her long read hair falling over her face. Now the father scooped up the small black-haired boy as the mother scooped up the girl. The man handed the son to the mother and threw on his wand on the sofa then yawned.....
The gate creaked a little as he pushed it open, but James Potter did not hear. His white hand pulled out the wand beneath his cloak and pointed at the door, which burst open.
He was over the threshold as James came sprinting inti the hall. It was easy, to easy, he had not even picked up his wand......
"Lily, take the twins and go! It's him! I'll hold him off!"
Hold him off, without his wand!....He laughed before casting the curse.....
"Avada Kedarva!"
The green light filled the cramped hallway, it lit the pram pushed against the wall, it made the banisters glare like lightning rods, and James Potter fell like a marionette whose strings were cut.....
He could hear her screaming from the upper floor, trapped, but as long as she was sensible, she, at least, had nothing to fear.....He climbed the steps, listening with faint amusement to her attempts to barricade herself in.....She had no wand on her either.........How stupid they were, and how trusting, thinking that their safety lay in friends, that weapons could be discarded even for moments......
He forced the door open, cast aside the chair and boxes hastily piled against it with one lazy move of his wand........and there she stood, the children in her arms. At the sight of him she dropped the two children in one of the cribs behind her and threw her arms wide, as if this would help, as if in shielding him from the sight she hoped to be chosen instead...........
"Not Hayden, not Harry, please not the twins!"
"Stand aside you silly girl.....stand aside, now!"
"Not the twins, please no, take me, kill me instead---"
"This is my last warning---"
"Not the twins! Please....have mercy.....have mercy.....Not Hayden! Not Harry! Please---I'll do anything----"
"Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!"
He could have forced her away from the crib, but it seemed more prudent to finish them all......
The green light flashed around the room and she dropped like her husband. The children had not cried all this time: They could stand, clutching the bars of the crib, and the boy looked into the intruders face with a kind of bright interest, perhaps thinking that it was his father who hid beneath the cloak, making more pretty lights, and his mother would pop up at any moment, laughing----
He pointed his wand carefully at into the boys face: He wanted to see it happen, and then move onto the girl. To see the destruction of these two. The girl began to cry: She had seen that he was not James. He did not like crying, he had never been able to stomach the small ones crying in the orphanage---
He pointed his wand at the girl.....
"Avada Kedarva!"
And then he broke: He was nothing, nothing but pain and terror, and he must hide himself, not here in the rubble of the ruined house, where the children were trapped. The girl trapped underneath her brother and her brother trapped under rubble, both screaming and crying for the parents that would never show up.
Almost Ten Years later
Little Winging, Surrey
Privet drive
Hayden Jones ran as fast as her long legs could carry her, her slightly long, dark-red hair following behind her. She was late, and the fact that the bully Dudley Dursley was chasing her wasn't helping. Even though Dudley was slow, she couldn't stop running. If she did, one of his gorilla friends would catch her. She ran up to her drive way and into her garage. Safe! She thought. She walked through the door and sat her bag on the table in the kitchen and went to do her chores.
Hayden was adopted. And, like most of the foster kids in the Jones house, she had to do every chore that came to Brittney Jones' mind. Mrs. Jones didn't like children. Only her son. Her husband, on the other hand loved them. But Mrs. Jones did everything in her power to make he other children miserable. David Jones hadn't a clue that went on in his house. He was always at work in his office at Grunnings, under the management of Mr. Dursley. He rarely came home. So Mrs. Jones ran the house.
Mrs. Jones hadn't always hated children. No she loved them. That's why she adopted Hayden. But as Mr. Jones kept bringing more and more children into their home, her heart became as hard and cold as ice.
As Hayden did her chores, she kept think about going over to see Harry Potter afterwords. He was one of the few people who talked to her. Actually, he and her were best friends. They talked about everything. How mean Dudley was, how hard being the one to do all of the chores, how much they both wanted to escape. Hayden sighed and kept on working on her chores.
Four doors down, inside of Number 4, Harry Potter was, again, being accused of something that had happened to Dudley. This time, Dudley had somehow fallen past the glass and into a snake exhibit at the zoo. He sat in the darkness of his cupboard under the stairs and waited for the Dursley's to go to sleep before sneaking some food from the refrigerator.
So, I hope you liked it! I know that most of this chapter was from the Seventh book, but I thought that was a good thing to put as that beginning. Please review! No Flames please. We writers have very low self-esteem.