HWD-W

(Edited: 18.06.22)


Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, and false namings of real events. "... I had a sister once. A twin. Then one day she just disappeared, and nobody but me remembered her. She had ocean eyes and a kind smile… Sometimes I wonder if she was ever real."

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Supernatural or Percy Jackson. Only the plot.


2 • It was an ugly lie


The sun glared down on the two unmoving forms of small children. Somewhere way above the earth a god sat behind the wheel of his chariot with a frown on his handsome face. He knew those kids... But where did he know them from? He frowned a little longer before giving up on the thought for the moment and shrugging them to the back of his mind. He had a job to do.


Hallie tossed and turned on the hard dry ground trying to get comfortable but failing miserably, something felt wrong besides what she was resting on the air it felt different. Like there was something dark or vile here wherever here was...

She could hear a faint humming noise off to her right. No, it was buzzing, it sounded an awful lot like bees or wasps beating their wings rapidly. She grunted before prying her eyes open and then closing them quickly, it was too bright. So she squinted, turning her face away from the sun to lessen its glare. Her brother's messy black hair got in her mouth when she did.

Sputtering and groaning she sat up, shaking Harry awake too. He slapped her hand away muttering about Aunt Petunia's lack of patience.

Hallie scowled, highly insulted that her littler twin had just compared her. Her. To that... that giraffe-necked, straw-haired, horse-faced two-faced, good for nothing Aunt of theirs. No offence to the animals, of course, they looked far better than that woman any day. She wouldn't stand for it she supposed since she was now standing she would stand for that. Heh. Yeesh her inner monologue had terribly bad jokes.

Shaking her head and scowling down at Harry she nudged him in the ribs. Hard.

Harry sprung up then his eyes wide and alert and his glasses half off his face. He spotted her cackling and frowned disapprovingly at her with narrowed eyes. She grinned in response.

"Do you think we made it?" He asked her as he dusted himself off his baggy hand-me-downs loosely hanging off his shoulders ruffle in the wind.

Hallie raised an eyebrow at him and gestured around them,

"I dunno little brother, I'm sure I remember Surrey only having one house for miles out in the middle of nowhere... with bees flying around." She snipped at him sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

She swatted a particularly annoying fly out of her face when she registered what she had said and gaped openly at the farmhouse literally in the middle of nowhere.

Harry mirrored her. She felt something then, a sort of sense of foreboding and dread, a sense of wrongness. Her hand latched onto Harry's wrist and she all but dragged him with her to the porch of the house.

She stared at the door for a few seconds reaching up for the gold door knocker to see if anyone was home. Sure there was a truck outside but she didn't know if the people who lived here used it or not.

Harry's hand stopped her and she turned a questioning look to him.

"Don't." was all he said though nodding in the direction of the beehives and sure enough there was a person in a beekeeping suit standing there.

They looked like they were watching them.

Hallie shrugged. "Whoever they are, they're probably just working for the owner of the place, nobody to worry about," she thought and knocked on the door anyway.

She heard Harry gasp and vaguely heard him mumble something along the lines of he's gone, but mostly paid him no mind, then the door was opened by an old man with neatly combed long hair and cold blue eyes. He raised a bushy eyebrow down at them, his short whitish-grey beard seemed to cover his frown.

"What are you children doing out here?" he asked in an accent they only ever heard on the telly when Dudley or their uncle Vernon had it on. Maybe he was American and maybe they did make it to the colonies, she thought excitedly as she bounced on the balls of her feet squashing the feeling of dread down as she swiped her bangs out of her face.

"Pardon me, sir, we, me and my brother were wondering if maybe you could tell us where we are? We — we're kind of lost…" she trailed off sheepishly looking up at him with an exaggerated puppy-eyed look, ignoring the faint darkness that came off him. They were kids dammit.

Harry was gaping at her well as much as her usually stoic brother could gape, he hadn't ever heard her sound so polite before. Not even with the Dursleys had she been well mannered or in school. She was probably worse at school...

The man blinked furrowing his eyebrows.

"How did you get here?" The man asked with a bit of suspicion and a bit more of what sounded to her like confusion.

"More importantly, what are the Twins-Who-Lived doing on my doorstep?" He said with what she supposed was to be a menacing frown only it didn't look much like it with his beard.

"I don't think I understand sir? The Twins-Who-Lived? Is that supposed to mean something?" Hallie queried blinking owlishly up at him, and she thought about the ridiculous-sounding title scrunching up her nose in distaste.

The man paused at her question. "You don't know then?"

She was starting to get irritated, her eyebrow twitched a little.

"Pardon me sir but if I knew I wouldn't be asking." she snapped at him and Harry looked at his sister with a dry expression. "It was too good to last, " he thought.

The man raised his hands placatingly. "Apologies miss Potter, you're right of course," he said and Harry frowned from his spot behind her.

"How'd you know we were Potters? We don't know you." Harry said his viridescent green eyes were narrow slits and his childish voice laced with suspicion.

The man chuckled, unnerving her and Harry a bit. Just a bit. They shifted uncomfortably when he didn't answer their questions.

After what seemed an age he spoke again.

"Well, the two of you are quite famous in the magical communities. Even here in America, you're both known for defeating the, then, rising Dark Lord Voldemort at barely fifteen months old." The man told them his tone gave them the impression that he was a tad bit impressed. He was stroking his beard when he informed them.

She shared a look with her twin. They were both sceptical of that explanation but pleased to hear their sort of experiment worked.

"But how'd we do that? We're still not that old sir, and the most we remember doing is cleaning our Aunt and Uncle's house," she said. Not mentioning her nightmares about the green light and the screaming, the stranger probably wouldn't care anyway she thought her mind was drifting slightly.

"Yet here you are. On my porch, in Missouri, a state in the US of A. By yourselves." He stated and the twins slumped he was right it seemed just as preposterous if not more so than defeating a Dark Lord at a little over a year old. A bit less impossible maybe.

Hallie was about to ask him something else when the man held up a hand to stop her from doing so.

"The pair of you look starved. We can chat more inside if you'd like," He said, inviting them in and stepping aside.

She and Harry shared another wary glance but agreed when their stomachs growled audibly much to his amusement and their embarrassment. Stepping into the threshold, Hallie breathed out in awe.

"Wow, this place is brilliant," she murmured.

Harry gave her a side glance with a quirked eyebrow as she spun around taking it all in.

"This place is far more spacious than the Dursleys and Mrs Figgs's place combined!" She thought enviously. It had an old-school feel to it, maybe old western? She shrugged not knowing if that was what it was. It was still brilliant.

They were currently standing in the living room. There weren't any pictures or at least there weren't many and were mostly of the same woman along with a younger-looking version of the man... she was startled out of her thoughts when the man clapped.

"May as well get comfortable juniors, it'll be a long story. Would either of you like a drink?" he asked with a deceptively kind smile.

He still had a feeling of wrongness hanging about him, as if the very darkness of mankind clung to his soul. Not evil, but not good.

Hallie shrugged. Could be worse, this could all be a dream and they could wake up back in that dirty-cobweb-filled-hell-hole that was their cupboard in the Dursley house. She shuddered now that was a horrid thought.

She shook her head and looked at Harry who politely declined, only asking for something to snack on instead. Hallie grinned when she flopped down on one of the couches pulling her brother down next to her when the man left the room presumably to get something for Harry to snack on from the kitchen.

Her grin dropped when she noticed Harry's frown and she nudged him, "What's with the long face Hare-bear? You look like Aunt Petunia after the neighbours get upstage Dudley." she said Harry's lips quirked at her words.

"Aren't you glad, we finally did it? We escaped those monsters," she ruffled his hair fondly, "And it's all because of you. You're my hero, Harry. We're here thanks to you."

Harry slapped her hand away with a playful scowl replacing his tiny smile that didn't have any heat behind it and he pouted lightly, "It's not that—and I'm older,"

"Hmm, but I'm taller, so it's: little brother—so what's got you down... Little brother?" She asked with a grin.

"I'm not unhappy if that's what you mean... I just—Did he even give us his name? Cause I don't think he did." Harry said after a short pause.

Hallie frowned a bit, waving it off.

"He probably has a reason for it—Anyway it's none of our business. And even with what little he's said, he's told us more than the Dursleys have…

"I mean they called us Freak or Girl and Boy for most of our short life. We had to learn our names in School. They never told us a truthful thing in our life, ever! — If you can give me one example, just one; of them telling us the truth, good for you. But I can't think of one Harry, not one." She spat, with a glare on her face but not aimed at anyone.

If her seven years of life had taught her anything it would be to not believe everything you're told. Especially if it came from a Dursley or Mrs Figg. There was something fishy about that woman and it wasn't her cat food.

Harry conceded to her point when he couldn't think of anything nice or redeeming to say about the Dursleys.

"Alright then," he said eventually.

She nodded, closing her eyes for a moment and breathing deeply.

"Alright," she parroted with a huff.

Unbeknownst to them, the man had heard every word from the kitchen where he had been peeling some corn cobs. He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose before setting the corn down on the dining table and laying his head in his hands.

Those kids looked so damn much like his poor sweet Colette — he more often than not wondered what happened to their little girl. He had long since stopped searching for her, believing her to have died of old age. Maybe — no they probably weren't. But he could check, couldn't he? "The Wizards had something for that nowadays didn't they?" The man pondered.

Hallie shivered and huddled against her twin and Harry did the same. They weren't cold—just thinking about all of this being a cruel dream, dangling the key to freedom in their face before snatching it away right when they were comfortable. They feared that at any second the Dursleys could come through that door, jolting them from this wonderful dream. If that's what it was. She knew that if this was a dream she would hate to be roused.

She played with Harry's hair absently. Thinking about why his eyes were bright green and her own were the exact colours of the ocean. Or about why she was taller than him but concluded that was from his harsher punishments. Their Freakish powers only helped so much...

"Juniors, food is in the kitchen." The man called for them and Hallie licked her lips at the heavenly smell, they were never allowed to eat much with the Dursleys but if they stayed... she stopped the thoughts there when her eyes landed on the food laid out on the table.

"Here you are juniors. Pork roast with boiled corn, carrots, and green peas. There's gravy too if you'd like." The man chuckled at the looks his food was getting. Then paused recalling their earlier conversation—they probably, no. They didn't get fed enough. He could see Harry's ribs through the rips in his shirt.

"Thank you, sir," Hallie said while Harry just nodded quietly and dug in.

Hallie looked at the man again and really looked at him. Then at Harry, their introductory conversation came to the forefront of the seven-year-old girl's mind. She wiped her face with a napkin and turned to the still-unnamed man with a small smile. There was nothing left of the roast. A team effort.

"Thank you, sir, " Harry parroted her quietly as she watched the man.

He smiled at her and shook his head. "No need for any of that Sir business junior. My name is Cain." He told them to get up to clean his dishes.

"Hallie,"

"Harry,'' the twins said even though he already knew.

They helped him with the dishes there weren't very many considering there were only the three of them.

Cain dried his hands off and gestured for Hallie and Harry to follow him back into the living room. He sat on the single couch across from the larger one where they sat huddled together.

"So what would you two like to know?" he asked sincerely.

Hallie narrowed her eyes in thought but Harry beat her to it.

"Do you know what happened to our parents? Our Aunt said they died in a car crash and that dad was a drunk and Uncle Vernon told me mum was a useless harlot," Harry swore unknowingly.

Cain blinked slowly at that and Hallie gaped openly at her brother.

"Harry!" she hissed.

How she knew what that meant at seven Cain didn't want to know.

"Woah there junior! Watch it with the H-word. I didn't know your parents personally, but I can tell you now. Your father likely never been behind a car wheel in his life, so they lied about that.

"And your mother married your father and had the two of you. Your parents loved you so much that they gave up their lives for yours. Don't for a second believe any of the lies those people told you. That's about as much as I know of them. Anything else?" Cain asked the teary-eyed children and Hallie answered.

"What did you mean by the magical community, when you said that we were famous before? I've never heard of it. It sounds made up." Hallie said with a sceptical look after she scrubbed her puffy eyes.

Cain chuckled and began telling the twins what he knew of the wizarding world both here in America and the rest of the world. Harry and Hallie were entranced by the story they didn't realise the day had been wasted away. Until the sun was no longer shining in through the windows.


Cain smiled at the sleeping children it was a small thing that soon morphed into a frown when he felt the dark energy start pulsing, as soon as they'd fallen unconscious, from the scars on their faces.

The closer he got to them the more they seemed to throb, he reached a hand out to touch the one on Hallie's forehead drawing out a screeching sludge with his Dæmonic powers. His lip curled in disgust he hadn't seen the likes of these since the days before Wizards were forced into hiding.

The creation of one of his many descendants: Herpo the Foul. An act of murder used in ritual to prolong a cursed life, without the aid of a demon deal, turning him insane with each one he made. If this 'Voldemort' had made this one it was likely he had more. With that in mind, Cain squished the struggling soul fragment between his thumb and forefinger before moving on to the one in Harry's head.

But for some odd reason, the one attached to the boy was more of a challenge… and a bit of it refused to leave the child forcing Cain to stop pulling, when Harry's face pinched in distress, to avoid causing irreparable damage to his mind and soul.


Department of Mysteries, Hall of Prophecy, Ministry of Magic, England

A glass globe filled with swirling white smoke and the following names: Tom Marvolo Riddle, Harry James Potter, and Hæli Lilium Potter, stopped swirling for a moment. Hæli's name vanished from the orb as if it were never there, to begin with, and the smoke started swirling again.

Apollo, Olympian god of prophecy and oracles, music, song and poetry, archery, healing, plague and disease, and the protection of the young; frowned at this new turn of events. That's where he knew them from.

Now, why had only one name fallen from the prophecy? The god knew for certain the girl wasn't yet dead and so he peeked through The Mist and what he saw left him pale as a sheet. This wasn't good. Not at all.


Authors Notes: none for now. this chapter might get another redo just because it doesn't quite feel right? I don't know but we'll see I guess.