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bold : excerpts from the books; spell names.
Underlined : thoughts/memories.
Full Summary: Lilly's parents were not 100% Muggle; James had to resort to love and mind influencing potions to get Lilly to like and marry him; Trelawney mistranslates the prophecy; Liily and James had twins as well as surviving that Halloween night; Dumbledore picks the wrong child to fit the prophecy; Hailey, Fem-Harry is neglected growing up and Fate, seeing the mortals misinterpret her web decides to take personal action; Hailey's core is naturally aligned to dark magic. All this causes ripples that a determined Hailey uses to restore the power and glory of the Wizarding world.
The flames inside the goblet turned suddenly red again. Sparks began to fly from it. Next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it - the whole room gasped.
Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arm's length, so that he could read it by the light of the flames, which had turned back to blue-white.
"The champion for Durmstrang," he read, in a strong, clear voice, "will be Viktor Krum."
With that, everyone in the hall erupted in cheering and applause. Well, mostly everyone. Sat at the end of the Ravenclaw table, immersed in a book and unnoticed by everyone was Hailey Potter, twin of Duncan Potter, the 'Boy-Who-Lived'. Hailey was quite the enigma: ignored by everyone, even her own family since the day Voldemort was banished, she had basically raised herself. Even since starting Hogwarts the most attention most people paid to her was during her sorting when people wondered if she was related to Duncan. Hell, even Duncan wondered if they were related but as soon as the hat shouted Ravenclaw, not the house she wanted to be sorted into by the way, everyone assumed she was a Muggle-Born and left it at that.
The only one she knew of who ever openly paid her any attention was her head of house, Professor Flitwick, and it was usually tainted by disdain. Flitwick knew the girl was smart, even without her being in the house of the brains; he had seen her perform feats of magic that would make most, if not all, seventh year students green with envy and that was in her first year! Yet despite this, she was only ever average in class and hid her abilities as much as possible and that rankled him. If she didn't hold back in class there would have been a very good chance of his house winning the house cup in the past three years.
As Hailey continued reading her book on runes, only vaguely noting the events going on around her, Dumbledore had received, and called out, the last two champions chosen by the Goblet of Fire, pausing in-between each to allow for applause. What did finally catch Hailey's attention was not an increase in noise, but a total lack of it. Looking up, she found everyone's shocked faces focused on Dumbledore and following their gaze, she was surprised to see three pieces of crumpled parchment on floor and a fourth in his hand. Focusing entirely on him, she clearly heard the two words he spoke that would no doubt have very, very far reaching consequences.
"Duncan Potter" he called out, causing her and many others to turn their attention to her twin. While others were content to gape at him, Hailey took this opportunity to study his face and eyes. Upon seeing emotions of fear, confusion and hints of shock, she concluded that he had no part in his name coming out and instead focused her attention to the adults in the room just as Dumbledore cried out 'Duncan Potter again, only this time louder. Her first suspect, and thus the one she studied first was Dumbledore; she wouldn't put this past him to test his golden boy and/or use it as an excuse to give him training but all she could see in his face was shock and anger: a clear sign he didn't anticipate this to happen. She then scanned the others faces, almost glossing over the culprit before snapping her gaze back to him.
Alistor 'Mad-Eye' Moody. She supposed that he should also have been a prime suspect, always wanting to give Duncan training when he was younger, but as she looked closer she noticed something wrong; sure he always looked smug when something went his way but now his face also showed blood-lust, insane glee and what looked to be a desire to kill; all aimed at her twin. When she added this to the list of other weird things she noticed about him since term started she concluded that this wasn't the real Moody but an imposter.
By this stage, Duncan had already got up and joined the other champions, closely followed by Dumbledore; and now Moody and several others were getting up from their seats to join them. Smirking, she got up to leave; she had plans to make. While many didn't notice, or actively ignored her too involved with their restarted conversations, many revolving around Duncan and his mysterious entry, two watched her intently from the corner of their eyes: Luna Lovegood; the surprisingly sharp and intuitive, yet thought of as loopy, Ravenclaw and Daphne Greengrass; the ice queen of Slytherin.
It was two days later and there had been various reactions from all those currently residing in Hogwarts: all the foreign visitors were outraged, along with the Hufflepuff's, for what they believed to be Duncan's attempt at stealing the fame from the other champions and dis-honouring the Tri-Wizard Tournament and all it stood for. The Slytherins, needing no excuse to attack him verbally or physically, were having a field-day, every day, and the majority of the Ravenclaws were openly cool or hostile to him for besmirching the Hogwarts name. Finally, the Gryffindors were proud and jovial about it and Duncan himself was happily taking it in, acting even more arrogant than ever. Hailey couldn't wait until the first task so she could watch him make a fool of himself. God forbid he got himself killed though, Dumbledore may just announce that he made a mistake and that it was in fact her who was the prophesied child-who-live; ruining all her hard work to become and remain incognito.
It was for that reason that she was in Ravenclaw. Well part of it at least; the house she wanted to be in was actually Hufflepuff, no one took notice of them but no, just because she was a descendant and took up role of head of house for both Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, not that anyone other than her and the Goblins knew, the hat wouldn't sort her anywhere but one of those two houses; something or other about sticking to the Hogwarts charter. Therefore, with no other option she took the least attention grabbing option available to her and was sorted into Ravenclaw.
Currently, it was the last lesson of the day and all four houses of her year were in the DADA classroom, waiting for Moody arrive to start their second joint lesson, the first being when he gave a demonstration on the three unforgivable using spiders, then placing them all under the imperious curse; she actually shivered when she thought about what this upcoming lesson would contain, and was glad she was sat in the middle row as Moody had a tendency the focus on those in the front and back two rows. Suddenly, the doors banged open surprising them all and Moody hobbled in, throwing a mixture of stinging hexes and Incarcerous jinxs randomly at the students. While the students scrambled to fetch their wands, those who weren't tied up or clutching a stinging piece of flesh of course, Hailey dropped to the floor, ejecting her wand from her holster as she went, and put up a shield of her own design around her.
Moody seeing this smiled slightly before completing the journey to his desk and stopped firing spells and cancelled the ones that connected causing the class to sigh in relief. Hailey, maintaining her transparent shield, sat back in her seat; keeping her wand in her hand.
"Twenty-three" Moody said to the silent class, "twenty-three spells I fired while walking to my desk and each and every one of them connected. This is defence against the dark arts; how can you learn anything if you aren't prepared? CONSTANT VIGALANCE!" he roared out the last part startling the class. "You, Longbottom where's your wand?"
"I-in my bag sir"
"In your bag?" he said in disbelief, "what good is it in your bag? Well don't just sit there, get it out!" At Neville's hesitance, Moody started firing stinging hexs at him prompting him to go for his wand. Finally after the thirtieth consecutive hex the connected Moody grew tired of his fumbling, Neville having retrieved his wand only to drop it as a hex hit his wrist, bound him in rope. Moving his attention to the rest of the class who were all sniggering, Moody spoke up in contempt,
"I don't know why you lot are laughing. I can see all of your wands and most of you have them in just as bad, if not worse places than Longbottom here."
After that the class went by fairly quickly, Moody giving a lecture on strategic places to hide your wand when not in use; then went on to demonstrate and teach a couple of shield spells that while simple, could give you the edge in a duel - providing your opponent didn't use the unforgivable of course. Or put more magic into their spell than you did your shield. When the class was dismissed, Hailey stayed in her seat and as the last person left, erected privacy and silencing wards around the room before giving her attention to Moody who was staring at her intently. Unnoticed to her, Moody had tensed slightly and was fingering his wand as she walked up to his desk; but he relaxed when she placed her wand in front of him, handle first.
"You know," she spoke after several seconds of just standing there, "I had thought there was something off about you since the start of term; little things you either did differently than normal or didn't do at all. Then comes the Halloween feast and your facial expression just screamed at me that you're the one who orchestrated the whole fourth champion thing. Sure the real Moody would have done that as well as an excuse to teach him but you, your face held blood lust and hate; not something the real Moody would direct at the Boy-Who-Lived."
"I see," Moody replied, slowly drawing his wand. Hailey seeing this, plus his tensed shoulders carried on quickly,
"Oh calm down, honestly. If I was going to report you I would have kept quiet, and I definitely wouldn't have gave up my wand and confronted you. Now I know you're working for the dark lord, cause let's face it: no one else has the guts or knowledge to arrange something like this, but what I want to know is who you are and if I can meet the dark lord in person."
Moody, keeping hold of his wand, chuckled before answering, "You, Hailey potter; twin of the Boy-Who-Lived; daughter of a light family wants to meet the dark lord? What ever for, so you can attempt, and fail miserably by the way, to attack him?"
"You know, growing up with the neglect I suffered, forced to raise and teach everything to yourself since you were one makes you see things differently. I don't see things in black and white like most, only shades of grey and I support the dark, pure-blood ideal; albeit with a few different ideas. What I want, Mr Imposter is to meet, join and help the dark lord."
"And how can I trust you?"
In response, Hailey reached for her wand, pausing at Moody's flinch, "may I?" cautiously, moody nodded, allowing her to pick her wand up. As she did so, she held the tip against her heart and with magic lacing her words intoned "I, Hailey Anne Potter, head of the most ancient and noble houses of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, heiress to the most ancient and noble house of Peverell; upon my life and magic, do solemnly swear that I will not reveal anything from this conversation to anyone that the fake Alistor Moody, whoever he may be, does not authorise. I also swear that my intention to support and join the dark side, currently commanded by the dark lord Voldemort, is complete honest and sincere. So mote be it." After moody saw Hailey's body glow, indicating the oath had been accepted, laughed and clapped her on the back.
"Welcome to the dark Missy. Now, how about a cookie?" he said, pulling out a back of large, double chocolate chip cookies from a drawer in his desk, helping himself to one as he offered her the bag.
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