A story where Lily wasn't so faithful, but neither was she unfaithful. She gave birth to Heteropaternal twins. The Sea's Daughter and the Wizard Son.
4 • They Aren't Supposed To Care
Hallie shot up snapping her eyes open, gulping the air greedily blinking away the tears waking in a cold sweat, her hand instinctively reaching out for her twin. They slept together in a cupboard for seven years and had continued to sleep in the same bed at Mister Cains house it was normal for her to reach for him after a nightmare.
'I'm here Hel, ' Harry soothed from his side of the small infirmary bed they were sharing. They had been taken to a med bay in the depths of MACUSA after the ordeal with Bumbledoor; and Cain disappearing when the Aurors, she believed they were called, calmed Harry down and took Bumbledoor in for questioning after her own rather violent reaction to him but she didn't remember what happened after Harry smoke raged.
They were going to have his trial in a few days. Auror Theodore had come to see them a few times to tell them what was going to happen to the man that reeked of malevolent intent. She wasn't fooled by his kindly old man facade. Not one bit, his aura was so much worse feeling then Mister Cains had been, there was still a tiny shred of light in Mister Cain but she felt it had been fading for a long time. Maybe that was why he left, she mused.
Her fingers were entwined with Harrys skinnier ones. The Mediwitch had come to check on them periodically giving them magical medicine, or as she liked to call it—Disgusting frog wart juice. The stuff in her opinion tasted absolutely nasty. How that was safe for human consumption she would never know. Hallie was certain her brother was of a similar opinion if his facial expressions every time he had the icky green stuff was any indication.
'Harry? What do you think is going to happen to us?.. after the trial— of that man I mean...' she asked her brother tiredly tilting her head to meet his eyes to her left.
Her brothers face contorted in thought, before eventually just sighing with a helpless shrug. 'I dunno Hel—I don't know...' he said after a long pause. His green eyes were so lost, Hallie wondered if hers were the same, she didn't know what was going to happen when the man was dealt with. Would they go back to Cain? or—Or would they be sent back to England back to being the Dursley household slaves...
Her thoughts were interrupted when the Mediwitch and Healer came in their loud footsteps echoing off the sterile white walls of the med bay. The witch, Ms Daphne Coome was a short plump woman with carrot-orange hair that was, just like everyone else here at MACUSA Hallie noticed—cropped short in a bob. Maybe it was for ease of— actually she didn't really know what the purpose of short hair would be aside from keeping it out of your face. Which she thought was a bit weird since that was what hair ties and clips were for... She shrugged mentally Americans were weird... or maybe it was Wizardkind?
'Good you're both awake, after Madam Coome and Healer Goodwil have completed your morning check-up you are to come with me—where you will be asked a few questions...' a new unknown man said his fancy black and white shoes(A/N: Wingtip oxfords if you wanted to know what they were called...) tapping on the tiled floor. This man she noted was really really huge, he was taller than both Mister Cain and Auror Theodore and his shoulders were wider too, he looked really mean with his, again with the short hair! cropped short and combed back salt n' pepper hair and blank dark brown eyes.
The words came out before she could stop them 'Your real scary looking, y' know that mister?' her eyes widened and she slapped a hand over her mouth in mortification. Harry facepalmed, she heard it and she would bet her face was tomato red.
But instead of shouting at her for being rude as most adults back in Surrey would have, he laughed it off his eyes even wrinkled at their corners. She blinked dumbly at all three adults before covering her head and squeezing her eyes shut tightly she felt Harry flinch at her side too, they both expected a hard blow when the laughing stopped. She waited a few more seconds before cautiously removing her hands and fearfully watching them.
Instead of disgust and hate, she saw another emotion cross the man's face after the anger. One she wasn't familiar with but instantly didn't like it, it was somehow worse than both hate and disgust. It was a sad look but it wasn't really sadness in their eyes, whatever it was, was aimed at both herself and her brother. She didn't want it, didn't need it. Harry didn't either that's what they had each other for. Her fear instantly turned into anger, Harry always did say she had the temper of a dragon. But she didn't like dragons, not really, if she could compare her anger to anything it would be the weather. Harsh and Unpredictable. Or maybe what little she had heard of the Sea...
Her eyes were gaining a red tint in the corners of her vision. The only other time she had been this angry was when the school bullies, older kids from fourth grade, were picking on Harry. She broke both of their wrists and knocked out a few teeth, Mitch Walker and his pal Darin Dolfis didn't ever bother Harry after that and Hallie had been in deep trouble with her relatives when they returned home. Her aunt Petunia had been called into the school to take her away. She was suspended for a month but she felt it was worth it. Only Dudley and his gang still bothered her after that though since he knew she couldn't touch him without getting punished.
She could vaguely hear Harry saying 'Oh-no this is not gonna end well.' usually if he asked she would stop or if she scared him. It has happened. But right now she was too angry. Adults weren't meant to feel sad for kids they beat it out of them until they can't cry anymore. They lock them in cramped spaces for a week without food, they don't care! None of them did!
Her face was wet, she filled her lungs with air before she let out a scream, long and loud bone-chilling sound it was. She wasn't on the bed any more she was standing barefoot on the cold hard tiled floor. Crying. She was sobbing her knees gave out and strong unfamiliar arms wrapped around her and she crashed into a solid chest.
Her fingers curled in the fabric that covered the chest, it felt like leather or at least what she knew Mister Cains old jacket felt like and Auror Theodore's coat thing felt similar. Hallie buried her face in it sobbing her heart out. Adults weren't supposed to care! The Dursleys didn't, Figg didn't neither did the teachers. Why did it hurt so much to be comforted in this person's arms? She didn't know or care just buried her face deeper as she cried, slowly calming down. Large hands were rubbing circles on her back easing her breathing.
Sniffling she managed to speak her mind stuttering over some words 'A-Adults... a- aren't – aren't s-s'posed–supposed... Tih–to care...'
Hallie clung to the unknown—now identified as a male—person, as if he were her lifeline a way back to the ship in the storm out at sea. They hugged her tightly before pulling away holding her firmly by her shoulders. Her ocean eyes met his dark brown, his expression was serious but she could still feel his sad-not-sadness in the stare. It was the man that had come in before, the one with the sad-not-sad emotion.
His voice was stern but soft, 'No kid, they are supposed to care. What that man put you-the both of you through–is to us a crime punishable by death... What he did—We don't do that here, kids like you and your brother are meant to be cherished, cared for by adults, not the other way around.' He told her seriously.
Hallie hiccupped and sniffled, why couldn't the Dursley's be like this man. Why couldn't the teachers? She didn't understand, she thought they were all the same. Demanding and Cruel. But Mister Cain wasn't, Auror Theodore wasn't and this man wasn't. She just assumed the Mediwitch was supposed to pretend to be nice, because that was their job wasn't it. Curious she asked for his name.
'I'm Richard P. Graves, Auror Commissioner...'
Her brow furrowed as she peered up at him the were standing now, Harry was at her side holding her hand in his. 'What's the P for?'
Commissioner Graves chuckled and ruffled her hair earning him a cute pout from her 'It stands for Percival, I was named for my father and grandfather... a prisoner in the first wizarding war.' He explained with a sigh as he guided them out of the med bay when the twins finished their icky potions.
He continued to talk about the first war, and Hallie was listening attentively soaking all of the knowledge up like a sponge. Contradicting her usual dismissive and rude nature, that she had often displayed with the Dursely's, 'The Dark Wizard Grindlewald was impersonating my grandfather Percival, he infiltrated MACUSA by transfiguring his face and body to look exactly like him... Transfigure means to change one thing into something else.
'He had kept my grandfather in one of the many bases he had throughout both the No-Maj and Magical world. He was kept in a small cell in the dungeon when they found him he was on the brink of death... malnourished–ah... underfed and skinny... and starved of sunlight he was as pale as a ghost I was told... He was lucky to be alive...' Auror Commissioner Graves simplified it as much as he could for their benefit. Hallie was confused and a bit horrified at what this—Grindle-something had done to the man. She squeezed Harry's hand as they continued to walk down one of the corridors Auror Commissioner Graves guided them through as he talked.
He was telling them of his school Ilvermorny and how his house... thingy... she didn't know why they insisted on calling them that but that didn't really matter, he was a Thunderbird, Commissioner Graves said it was a magical storm-born-bird. 'They used one in the war to spread a sort-of memory potion, uh Swooping Evil venom I believe it was, throughout New York City when the Obscurial Credence Barebone, a boy who had been treated like you and your brother, had lost it like Harry nearly had in the Auror offices on Thursday... The English Magizoologist Newt Scamander was bringing it here to return it to Arizona...' he continued it all sounded so cool yet so scary to her. They finally stopped at a door, plain brown with tiny carvings of what she thought were birds on it. Commissioner Graves opened it for them, the room was white and had a table in the middle with three chairs they must be for them she mused, her tears had dried but her face was still pink from crying. She was proved right when Commissioner Graves sat them down on the chairs, they were a bit too high for them and had to be lifted.
Another indication of how badly she and Harry had been treated. Her bare feet hung loosely in the air above the ground, she avoided the Commissioners eyes when silence enveloped the room and began fiddling with the white hospital gowns they were wearing.
The door opened again and Hallie's attention had snapped to the person who entered, recoiling slightly at the feeling they gave off, a lollipop stick hanging out of the person's mouth. She didn't like the way they felt, it was too pure. It made her feel uncomfortable, most people would have at least a tiny drop of darkness in them but this person didn't. As if they could do no wrong... she didn't like that.
The man's smile grew to a grin around their candy. His Honey gold-eyes sparkling with mischief.
Chapter four, I guess you are wondering why I'm giving or rather putting Dumbledore on trial right? Well, it's because... it isn't Dumbledore. That's all I can say about it my bro would kill me if I gave away too much... and in my opinion, Hogwarts or Harrys years at Hogwarts would be waaay different if Dumbledore weren't there. Well wishes, Hotstuff;p Ps: LilDev16 AKA my brother is currently doing the next chapter and won't let me see it until it's done so I don't spoil anything for you... No, I most certainly am not Pouting... Okay, maybe a little but you lot would be too... peace out!
