:Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters in this story. They were created by JK Rowling. I just use them.
AN: if anywhere in here there is the name Trystin...it's Aryrica, I changed the name after I had already written the first couple of chapters. I may have missed it a few times that it was used. Forgive me. okay now on to reading...: )
US School of Witchcraft, New Orleans
Boarding Rooms;
11:40 pm – July 31
Sitting with her friends at dinner she had felt completely alone. No one had remembered that it was going to be her birthday tonight. She hadn't really expected them to. After all she didn't really communicate real great with them. She wasn't even sure if she should call them friends. She didn't tell them her deepest secrets and she didn't really hang out with any of them in between classes. Isn't that what friends are supposed to do? So if you don't do that with the people that you see everyday…what do you call those people? Some say that you can't go without friends.Aryrica doesn't agree with them. She knows that if you have to you can go without almost anything. It may mean that you are lonely most of the time, but if you're like she is then you just deal with it. Her philosophy is that "everything happens for a reason". So what if she's not overly friendly? She shouldn't have to be. If people are supposed to be friends with her then they would find some way to be friends with her. It wasn't as if she was completely cut off from the other girls in her school. She attempted to join their conversations sometimes, but she always felt stupid trying to do so when she didn't find any interest in their conversations. They were always talking about the latest celebrities (both muggle and wizards), about all the new fashion ideas, and the boys from their sister school. And now they were talking about the stupid "Welcome Back" dance that would be happening next week when the new term began.
Yeah, school hadn't even started yet, but she was still here in it. Want to know why? Because she was an orphan. And had no where else to go because she hadn't ever been adopted. She didn't know why, it just had never happened. Maybe it was because of all the weird things that had happened because of her magic when she was small and couldn't control it. And now she was too old to be put up for adoption. It was as if there wasn't any point. Tonight when she turned 16 she had the choice to move to England and be considered a young adult and allowed to live by herself in the Wizarding School. She had sent an application to Hogwarts hoping that the headmaster there would allow her to attend when their term began in September. She had heard of the war happening over there and was eager to put her training to test.
Aryricahad been training since she had come to the American School for Witchcraft to become a medic-witch. And with the war, Britain would be in dire need of one. She had added that in the application she had sent. Hopefully she would receive a positive reply. It was really the only present that she wanted for her birthday.
Looking at the clock in her room she realized that in only thirty seconds she would become sixteen years old. Old enough to leave the orphanage and wizarding school behind and move to England. A land that called to her soul and spirit. A land that she had always loved since she was small.
Doooonnngg!
Closing her eyesAryrica made a wish as the clock struck midnight and she turned sixteen. Upon opening them she saw to her surprise an envelope on her dresser glowing green. Standing cautiously from the chair she had been curled up in, she walked up to the dresser. As she approached it and as the minute changed the green color disappeared and the envelope appeared to be normal.
I wonder who this is from. None of my friends know this kind of magic, and none of their magical signatures are green either. Hmm…
Seeing her name on the envelope she picked it up, watching where she placed her fingers in case of poison. As if I'd be able to see it. Rolling her eyes at her stupidity, she hastily opened the letter while walking back to the chair and sitting down. Glad to have her own room so she wouldn't have to deal with so many squealing girls wondering what "secret admirer" would have written to her at midnight on her birthday, she turned on the light. The cursive was written in neat cursive that she had never seen before. Astonishment ran across her features as she began reading.
Dearest Aryrica Rhiannon Potter,
This is your mother. And since you're reading this, it means that you have now turned sixteen and most likely I have died. It's time that you know of your family. And why you were sent to an orphanage.
Perhaps you have heard of the Potters. They're an old family in Europe. My name is Lily Evans Potter. I'm a muggleborn. You're father's name is James Harold Potter (he's a pureblood obviously. But he wanted me to add that). There is one other member, which may be the most difficult for you to accept. There is you're twin Harry James Potter. Hopefully at the moment he is attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm hoping that you also are a witch, however if you are not I am still going to tell you of our world. And I urge you either way to get in contact with you're brother. Both of you will need each other. Not just in the family sense either. But you will need each other for support. You my child are the unknown power. However, when you come into you're inheritance tonight; you will no longer be unknown. Those powerful enough to feel power surges shall feel you and Harry tonight. All over the world most likely. And you're signature will be known. As twins it will be the same, with only a slight difference. The waves will be different. I'm not sure exactly how.
Now I bet you're wondering about the inheritance that I speak of right? Of course you are who wouldn't be? There is such a thing called an Elemental Witch. You are one. Perhaps you have read of them in you're books. If you are a witch. Most likely you are. As an elemental you are regarded highly in terms of prestige. I hope you understand. You will have a mate. As I have informed you're brother, there is no way out of this and it can be either male or female. Sex doesn't matter to Elementals. What matters is power and the connection of the level of the soul. After tonight, there will be a longing for your mate because while you are asleep (hopefully after you get through this letter) your magic will go out and find your mates magic, and…merge in a way. I think. From what I understand from your father, this is what he makes it sound like. When you wake there will be a longing…that will stay there until you completely bond with him/her. He says that it gets worse after you have already met them and cannot bond with them. Of course that would be hard. But I have a feeling that you will be a strong girl and will deal with it. Another thing is that tonight you will grow wings out of your back, so don't wear your favorite shirt to bed please. Wouldn't want it to get ruined now would you? No. Anything else that I'm forgetting you can ask Harry about. I'm sure you will find each other. I don't think the Elemental in you will let you do anything but that.
Now as to the part that you really want to know about. Why we had to send you away. It was for the better of you and Harry. There is an evil lord named Voldemort. We fought against him in the war. In a special order made especially for the war. He…there was a prophecy…and it concerned a baby born at the end of the seventh month. There were two, well counting you and Harry as one there were two. One of these babes would be the one to bring Voldemort down from his glory. Well, old Voldy got wind of the prophecy and chose one. He chose to come after you and Harry. When we learned of this, we knew that the only way one of you would survive would be by a blood spell. So we made a plan. For one of you we would give our lives for, saving the child from Voldemort. The other one would help the spell by staying alive and keeping the blood going. Since Harry was a boy and we knew from his power as a child that he would be able to cope with what would happen, we chose you to keep the blood going. We obliviated everyone that had learned of you. The spell should end on the day that you receive this letter. And we sent you off to an orphanage in America. We didn't want to, you need to understand this, but we knew that it would be the safest thing to do. For the both of you. We hope that you understand. And that you won't hold it against us even after our death. Please get in touch with Albus Dumbledore and your brother. Please. We beg you. You will understand why after you do so.
Good luck with the rest of your life, and we hope that you treat it well.
Love you very much!
Your Mother and Father,
Lily Evans Potter
James Harold Potter
Wiping the tears from her faceAryrica laid the letter down on the table, and went over to her bed and lay down. Closing her eyes she tried to stifle her sobs. She couldn't believe what she had just read. It was unbelievable. She had a family. She had a twin. Tomorrow she would be looking for him. Tomorrow….