Prologue
Inside the ordinary home of number 4 Privet Drive in Little Whinging, Surrey, there was a family named the Dursleys. The husband was Vernon, a quite pig-like man in both eating habits and in habit. He was the director of the firm Grunnings, which made drills, and his office happened to be on the 9th floor of the building. The wife was Petunia Dursley and had a long neck and quite sour features. She was known for looking through her kitchen window, always on the prowl to get the latest gossip from her best friend, Yvonne. The son, Dudley, was almost eleven and was an exact replica of his father in both large weight and in behavior.
In the cupboard under the stairs there were two children that shared the same twin sized mattress. Twins. Harry James Potter and Hattie Jane Potter.
Inside that cupboard one would find that Harry had obsidian hair that was a mess upon his head, pale skin, with a scar on the side of his forehead that to most would remind them of a lightning bolt but was actually that exact shape for a nefarious reason. The girl next to him had brilliant red hair, pale skin also, and a scar in the same exact shape of her brother's that went against the side of her face instead of on her forehead. They both wore almost exactly the same pair of round glasses that were on their faces, Harry's being from their late father, James, while Hattie's glasses were from some charity box (they were the only ones that didn't have the lenses in the frames that were broken). The glasses covered their both beautiful emerald eyes.
The children didn't know they were a witch and a wizard. They had been told when they were infants their parents had died in a car wreck, and the scars were what they had gotten from the wreck. Only, both children knew there was something odd about that statement–their scars were identical even though they were in different spots on their faces.
While Harry was an obedient child and seemed as though any type of resistance against his aunt and uncle had been squashed when one looked at him, others could claim that was the opposite for Hattie. Her brother had an accidental outburst with his magic, nothing that would really worry anyone–just little incidents like his hair being the same length as it originally was the next day after having had his hair cut by Aunt Petunia. Hattie bursts porcelain teacups full of hot tea when they were held by her aunt, she made sure to trip Dudley down the stairs without even having to do anything more than focus her mind on the motions.
Yes, Harry and Hattie Potter were twins and were a wizard and witch. Harry, Harry was made of all good things, he was of sunshine and warmth and all that was wonderful. Hattie on the other hand, she was made of deadly nightshade, snake venom, and all that was dark.
Most would expect this story would be about Harry, for he was the perfect golden boy. Yet, this story was not about the boy. This was about Hattie Potter, and the darkness that consumed her.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: instead of Voldemort creating 9 horcruxes accidently, he made 10 (Hattie is a horcrux). Hattie looks like Lily, and I'm warning you: Snape will show pedophile vibes later in the fanfiction. I mean, if he sees a replica of his childhood love then yeah. He won't rape her, but he'll come close to. This is a Tom Riddle/Voldemort - Hattie ship. I hope that you will enjoy this fanfiction. :)
-Emmy
as always: Harry Potter doesn't belong to me