Frisk's secret
Summary –
Hayley 'Frisk' Potter, is your average girl right? Well… wrong, at the age of 12, Frisk disappears, then reappear later on. Now 2 years later, Frisk's secret is going to be harder to hide from everyone. But "her" twin, Zander Potter, the Boy-who-Lived wants to know what "she" is hiding from them. Will she able to keep her secret hidden or it will be revealed?
Chapter one – Hogwarts.
Ah. Hogwarts, the place of magic and wonder. The black lake is still there with the giant squid, the old stone castle stood tall and proud. A 14-year-old "girl" with short brown hair, tired-looking green eyes, wearing a Gryffindor uniform, was having breakfast at the great hall. "Her" name is Hayley, but "she" always liked to be called Frisk. Frisk didn't like being called a girl or a boy. They get uncomfortable about it. Yes, they. They are gender neural. Frisk was still tired from the nightmare, they had the other night. They heard footsteps from a trio, who loathed them. They swirled their head to face their twin brother, the "boy-who-lived". Zander James Potter and his 'friends'. Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. "What are you doing in our spot, freak?" Zander screamed. As his hazel eyes glared at them. Frisk shrugged. "I can sit wherever I want, brother". Zander scowled, he HATED when they called, he that. Hermione eying them with her chocolate brown eyes, while Ron just glared at them. "Well get out of our seat!" Ron yelled as Hermione nodded in agreement, Frisk wasn't pleased with the answer that they have received. Their green eyes filled with anger, hand with clenched into their palms, their teeth gritted together. They wanted to punch their brother in the face. But knew they couldn't, Frisk stood up. Grabbing the brown-tan bag next to them, pushing her red-haired brother out of the way as they marched out of the hall with an anger expression on their face.
Zander, Hermione and Ron were Shocked to see that Frisk got up and left. They looked at each other, and shrugged and sat down to have breakfast. Chatting to themselves to how to find out what the freak is hiding. Meanwhile, Frisk storming through the castle's hallways to their next class, potions. 'How dare my no-good red-haired brother coming in, and telling me what to do' Frisk thought as they arrived in the dungeons. Their tired eyes slimmed the darken-dungeons as they leaned against the stone wall. Frisk thought about her REAL family. And how they miss them each passing day. Reaching inside of their robes, they pulled out a strange black box, or a phone as they like to call it. Opening it up, to see the photo of her friends, smiling, or cringing at one of sans's puns. Tears rolled down on their tanned cheeks as they thinking of their friends back at MT Ebott on the surface after so many years in the darkness, they wanted to call them and asking how is their day. Knowing they couldn't, placing the black phone back to their robes. With a shaky breathe. They wiped the tears for their face and entering the dark-lighten room, the smell of potions waved pass them, the air of the room became more dark and losing HoPe. The room was poorly lit. Seating at the nearby table. They waited until class begins.
Noon arrived shortly after both of Zander and Frisk's last class, which was teach by their father. Defence the Dark Arts, or DADA for short. Frisk walked away from the great hall, heading towards the Owlery with a letter clenching in their hand. By the way, Frisk arrived at the Owlery, an average-sized owl flew towards them, and landing on their left shoulder. The winter white feather shined in the bleating sun, the small pecks of black upon the owl's chest stayed the same. "Hello Hedwig" Frisk said. Placing the letter around the owl's right leg with a small smile planted in their face, as their eyes gleamed with DETERMINATION. Hedwig looked at Frisk, with concerned, "I'm okay Hedwig. But I need you to deliver this to mom." Hedwig nodded, before taking off into the clouded sky. Frisk sighed. They wanted to talk to sans about THEM, along with the dreams. They been having for a while. Hopping down the crooked stairs, heading back to the great hall to have lunch. Zander smiled with glee during lunch, Ron told both Hermione and him about something. Nor did he and his friends spotted Frisk after class, but they didn't care about 'her' anyways. Until he spotted the familiar brown hair at the entrance of the hall. He scowled. He loathed his twin since he 'defeated' You-Know-Who at the age of one. Frisk strolled to the nearest seat at the Gryffindor table, and started to eat food she usually eats. Albus Dumbledore looked at Frisk with suspense look. His blue eyes wondered over the Zander and his friends, wasn't surprise about the Potter's oldest twin and the only daughter of the family isn't really hanging around 'her' twin and his friends. That's when he come up with an idea on how to get the Hayley to fill her secrets. Dolores Umbridge was the Hogwarts professors in DADA, she works side by side with James Potter. She LOATHED Hayley and her twin since they both started Hogwarts. Her brown eyes glared at the Potter twins as she eats her lunch, she wanted to make them suffer of embarrassment. But how?
The Night sky twinkled with stars, the Gryffindor common has no signed of life, the female dorms, all the girls were asleep, all but one. Frisk looked at the star-fill sky as their brown hair was messier than usual. Their dark blue tank top remains them of Undyne, their faded long orange pants with two identical fazed-faded aqua stripes on the side were lit up by the moonlight. Frisk still dreamt of the demon, she couldn't go back to sleep, until that demon is gone for good. Laying on top of the sheets, they sighed, stressed from their birth-family, school, the dreams and being the hero of the monster-kind. Really stress them out to the max. Sleep took over their desire to be wake and was taken to their worst fear in the place of dreams.