You Never Would Have Thought! Chapter One: The Intro, a harry potter fanfic

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My Characters: Alisa (Harry Potter's twin,) Headmistress J. H. (Alisa's old headmistress,) Greg and Julia (Alisa's adoptive parents,) Hydrae (Draco's sister; meaning: the water serpent, female)

Summary:

What do you believe would happen if Harry had a twin sister?
Separated at the death of their parents, these two twins had never met.
But all that changes on the beginning of Harry's sixth year, at Hogwarts.
Albus has, with Snape's help, brought the pair back together.

Now, what would happen if Draco had a younger sister, by a year, who is secretly crushing on Harry Potter?
While Harry is oblivious towards this fact, Draco has grown to hate Harry for this other reason as well as the obvious reasons.
Trying to keep their sisters away from the other, the two will find out what true love really is.
The only question now is will they destroy their own chances and each other's at finding their true love.

Read as the two girls make a plan to help the other find true love. (Little do they know they don't have far to look.)
Will they discover that love isn't simple. That love might not be able to last throughout the war.
That maybe those feelings aren't returned,by the one you love.
Once they find true love will they continue as friends (maybe friends isn't the right word for their relationship but,)
or will they disband and go their own ways, turning on each other and their brothers in the process.

Some relationships are meant to last and some aren't.
These four will have one big shock when they find this out for themselves.
Join Alisa & Hydrae on this wild adventure,full of betrayal & heart break!
And join Harry & Draco as they try to get along, and figure out their lives.

Chapter One: Harry's POV

I looked around; snow was falling, covering the ground in a soft blanket of fluffy white. The trees were starting to gather white on the tips of their branches. I could see tracks in the snow where people had walked earlier. My eyes stopped on a larger set of tracks, I had a hunch who's they were. Looking around, once again, I spotted Hagrid. I grinned; I hadn't seen him since last year.

Following his path through Diagon Alley, I caught up to him, "Hagrid!"

The half giant looked down at the spot where I was standing," Eh, Harry. Off ter buy yeh school supplies, I hope?"

I nodded, giving the man a hug, "It's good to see you again Hagrid."

He smiles, his cheeks rosy from the cold air, "Don't suppose Albus told yeh yet..."

I looked at Hagrid confused as he trailed off, "What do you mean, 'Albus told yeh yet.' Hagrid," I questioned the man as he scratched his scruffy beard, "What aren't you telling me?"

Hagrid huffed, and shook his head, "Shouldn't a said eh thin'."

I just shook my head, "Bye Hagrid, I'm off to find Hermione and Ron." And with that sentence I ran off through the alley passing by wizards.

I looked through a number of stores before finding the group. I smiled, Ron looked the same as always tall, thin and gangling, with freckles, big hands and feet and a long nose that looked as though it had dirt on it. Hermione stood beside him with her bushy brown hair, flowing down her back in a wavy form. She had her arms full of books as usual, and a smile on her lips as she waved towards me.

"Hello, Harry. It's good to see you," she said, then ranted about school, "...all summer without school, I hope I'm ready for this year. I have taken precautions to ensure that I have the entire necessary information ready, but you never know what those teachers will throw at us."

Ron groaned loudly beside Hermione, effectively cutting her off before she could speak again. I laughed at the look he got from her, and took a seat beside them.

We talked for a while about summer and various other subjects, before I decided to bring up my rather strange conversation with Hagrid.

After telling them all about it, Ron mumbled, "Typical Hagrid, says something he's not supposed to then will not finish explaining." Hermione nodded, agreeing with Ron.

I sighed, "What do you guys think he meant?"

Hermione just shook her head, "It's not important right now, besides I'm sure Professor Dumbledore will explain once we get there."

I just nodded with Ron, but the thought that Dumbledore would keep something from me has my mind working overtime to figure out what Hagrid meant.

Alisa's POV (Harry's Twin)

I walked through the snow, looking up at the sky, which was painted in a purple/pink-ish colour. I watch until the snow started to cake up on my eyelashes, obscuring my view. I smiled, blinking my eyes; Canada always looked beautiful in the winter. The trees were already covered in snow and there was at least a foot of snow on the ground. I walked on top of the snow, seeing as there was a crust of about a couple inches. I made sure to disperse my weight over the surface, trying not to place too much pressure in one area or another. If school had started yet I would have used a weightless spell, not that I needed one. I had been taught, by the family who had taken me in and my headmistress, how to balance my weight and muggle fighting, alone with other muggle activities.

You see, the family that had taken me in on my eleventh birthday were technically muggles; however they each had a relative that was either a witch or wizards so they knew about my world. After the end of my first year my headmistress had asked me if I would like to live with her, however I kindly declined the offer. I know, you're probably questioning my logic. I guess these muggles had grown on me, and they weren't that bad. They took good care of me over the first summer I had spent with them, and I decided that I wanted to continue living with them and experience both the muggle world and the wizarding world. It was now my sixth year and I had been contacted by my headmistress a week ago.

*Flash Back*

I stood in my room reading the owl that my headmistress had sent me. It read:

Dear Alisa,

I would have contacted you in person, however I am currently busy. I was contacted last week by the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore. He has kindly offered that you come learn at his school for your last two years. I have told him that I would contact you and ask your opinion. He also told me to tell you that he has someone he would like you to meet; hopefully you will have some time to think this through. As this decision could change your life forever, I would like you to think it over for a week and talk to your adoptive parents. However, I need to hear back in no longer than two weeks after you receive this letter.

Thank You,

Headmistress J. H

*End of Flash Back*

I looked forward at the big oak doors; I had decided to respond to her letter in person. After thinking it through and talking with my adoptive parents I had decided to go. I opened the doors to the entrance hall, and then headed up to her office. On the third floor I stopped in front of a door that read 'Headmistress J. H.' I knocked gently on the door knowing that she would hear me.

"Come in, please," I heard her soft voice, muffled slightly, coming through the door. As I opened the door the sweet fragrance of honey and flowers hit me. I inhaled; I always found her office calming; the aroma surrounded me as I stepped all the way into her office. Looking around her office I found her standing by a book shelf.

She turned around and smiled, "Alisa, it's been a long summer. How's life been treating you?"

I returned the smile, "Good headmistress, how are you?"

She nods, "Good at the moment; however I believe you are here to talk about your life. Aren't you, young Alisa?"

I nod, leaning against the wall as she sorts through more books. With a sigh I begin, "I talked to Greg and Julia, they said I should go. I guess their right, it is a once in a life time opportunity, however I'm not sure it's the right decision. What do you think headmistress?"

She smiles at me, "You should follow your heart, even if the decision doesn't seem like the right decision at that moment. It might come back to bite you, but you won't regret it ever." I nod, my headmistress was wise.

I guess I just needed to hear that, "I've got all my stuff packed. I would apparate by myself there, but they have a stricter rule on who can and can't. Would you escort me please?"

You see here in Canada we are allowed to apparate in our fifth year. We take classes in our fourth year and by the end of that year we can apparate. In London you have to be an 'of-age' wizard or witch to apparate on your own.

She smiles at me, "Of course dear. Go get your trunks and we will apparate together." I nod and head for my trunks.

I walk back into her office, trunks floating behind me. My owl was perched on my arm, and happy to be free from her cage.

My headmistress smiled, "I have contacted your new headmaster; you will be spending the first night in the castle before the other students arrive. Professor Dumbledore will show you around the castle and explain why he requested you as a transfer student."

She watched patiently as I took in this information, I nodded my head. She grabs her wand and with the flick of her wrist the trunks disappear. She looks at my owl and then me. I nod, and transfigure her into a ring, fitting her on the chain around my neck I hold onto my headmistress's arm. I close my eyes and wait for the feeling you get when apparating. I will place this in muggle terms for those of you who haven't used apparation before. It feels like going up on a ride at the amusement park, the free falling. While doing so you pull 4 g's and are blasted back into the air once you hit the bottom only to free fall once again.

After apparating the first thing I noticed was the change in air pressure then the different smells. There was a fresh smell and the smell of winter; call me crazy but each season has a distinct smell, or at least it does to me.

I felt a cold breeze and a change in the air pressure, "Hi."

I then opened my eyes to see an older looking man, the headmaster I presume. He was tall, thin and had silver hair and a beard, both long enough to tuck into his belt. He wore a purple cloak that contrasted nicely with his blue eyes, which had half-moon spectacles over them. His nose was slightly crooked, suggesting that it had been broken a couple of times. The man smiled at me, he had a warm smile that was mirrored in his eyes.

"Alisa I presume, I am your new headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. May I ask how you knew I was here?"

I smiled, "Well headmaster, no need to ask 'cause you already did. I felt a change in the air pressure around me, sir."

He smiles at me, "Manners. I also detect that she will have a sense of humour. Well aware of her surroundings as well. You have taught this one well headmistress."

My old headmistress smiles, "She was a natural since she was born, how could she not be." She had said the last bit in a murmur, I felt as though they knew something I didn't. Headmaster Dumbledore nods to my old headmistress.

"Well," she says, "I will be taking my leave now. Take care, Alisa."

I nod, "Bye," was all I got in before she was gone, no doubt apparating home. I sigh, I was going to miss home, Canada and Greg and Julia.

The headmaster had taken me on a tour of the castle. The castle had looked amazing from the outside. Looking out at the castle from the edge of the black lake, you could see it perched atop a high mountain. Its windows were sparkling, since the fact that the sky was already darkening. You could see the many turrets and towers reaching up into the darkening sky. The first stars were poking into view and the air had started to get chilly. It was even grander on the inside, with the many moving staircases and towers. I was happy that there was a Quidditch Pitch because I would be able to try out for a team. I had always loved the game of Quidditch.

He also told me, "Call me Professor Dumbledore, all the other students do." I had nodded in response.

"You will be staying in the great hall tonight; I have set up a bed area. Tomorrow before the feast you will be sorted into your house and then the first years will be sorted," he had said, "After the feast I would like you to accompany me to my office, there is something that we will need to discuss."

So now I lay in my temporary bed, wondering what we could possibly need to discuss. I still had the thought in my head as I drifted off to sleep.

Draco's POV

It was my sixth year at Hogwarts and I really didn't want to return. I was now a Death Eater and didn't have a choice in what I was being pressured into. Before the end of my sixth year I was to have repaired the vanishing cabinet and killed Professor Dumbledore. I may not like or respect the man, but killing him was not something that I wished to be in charge of, nor did I want someone else to be stuck in my position where I to fail.

'No,' I remind myself, 'you can't fail. Your family will be killed if you were to let him down.'

I really couldn't care less if my 'father' died, he would deserve it. However, my mother, the woman that looked after me all these years and is still to this day helping me, I couldn't let her die. If she were to die, I would never forgive myself, never. I would never forgive myself if it were my fault that my sister, Hydrae, got killed.

Hydrae has soft black curls that run down her back; taking after our aunt, Bellatrix. My mother had blond hair, as she differs from the majority of the black family. My sister was born in the wrong family though; she wasn't like the rest of my family, she was kind and caring. I hope that she never gets marked, she doesn't even know about the rest of us. In a way I hope that Potter can see her for the good inside her and not her family name, he could keep her safe. However, he doesn't see that she likes him. No, he is totally oblivious; he doesn't see the good in her at all. He only sees that blood traitor Ginny Weasley.

I was brought out of my thoughts as my 'father' stepped into the room.

"Draco," he said or more stated with no emotion, "We need to talk." I just nodded towards him, signalling for him to continue.

He sighed, "The dark lord has gotten word that there will be a transfer student coming to Hogwarts."

I just laughed, "And why is this 'transfer student' so important?"

He just shook his head, "She's a 'Potter.'" I was shocked, that wasn't even possible.

"You need to get on her side," he said looking down, "Get close enough to her, without developing feelings yourself, so that she will join our side. You need to turn her on her own blood."

I frown, "Even as a 'Potter' how is she so important? You know I have a lot to do without worrying about that."

He laughed, a dark cold laugh, "The dark lord doesn't care whether you have a lot to do. This is something you need to do and do it well, no feelings attached."

I grimace; I don't like playing with people's feelings. However, it's not like I have a choice, "Yes, father," I reply, my voice with a hint of hatred.

Hydrae's POV

I was lying on my bed, excited for tomorrow; it would be my fifth year at Hogwarts. I couldn't wait; I would get to see my friends again and Harry. I sigh, if only he could see me for me and not a Slytherin with a Pureblood name. I roll over and pick myself up off the bed. I sit down at my desk and open up my books, I had always liked studying. My favourite subject was potions, despite the fact that Professor Snape wasn't the most pleasant.

I still remember my first year in potions, and the speech Snape gave.

He had said, "I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of the liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death." It was this speech that had captured my attention and developed my interest in potions.

I had successfully brewed the Draught of Peace, and the Draught of Living Death. Both of these were normally considered difficult by fifth year students. The Draught of Peace often comes up in an Ordinary Wizarding Level examination, so I had been practicing it all summer. The Draught of Living Death didn't need to be mastered until my Sixth year, in which I would be required to take my N.E.W.T. examination. Today I settled for making a simple Wiggenweld potion which allowed the user to heal common injuries. I looked up at my selves; there were hundreds of potions that I had made each with their own labels. After making the potion I slid it onto the shelf and went to get my trunk packed.