A/N: So I hope you enjoy the chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. The books, movie rights, and franchises belong to J.K. Rowling and her list of movie people and whoever bought her franchise rights or whatever. The point is; I don't own it!

Chapter 2

5 years later

Haley looked around carefully, watching for any signs of movement. She crept across the forest floor silently as a cat, keeping hidden in the bracken and bushes. She crept behind a tree and slowly slid down into a sitting position. She cupped her hands and breathed on them. Her hands immediately began to glow with blue aura. She stood quickly, and silently ran across the forest floor, until she reached a pile of rocks. She pressed her still glowing hands against the rocks. Her hands left prints on the rocks for a second after she pulled them away, but then sank into the rock as if nothing had happened. Then a rock suddenly rolled away from a hidden entrance. She crept inside.

Then she let out a yelp as a hand came down on her shoulder. She looked up into the eyes of her friend Voaurak. "How you do you do that?!" she exclaimed. "I can never win," she said grumpily.

Voaurak chuckled. "Against me you can't, but everyone else, well they would be backed to a wall right now," he said.

Haley ignored the compliment, still frustrated. "But I want to be able to sneak up on you!" she exclaimed. "When that happens, I'll be satisfied."

Voaurak smiled at the girl fondly. "Oh, My Little Viper, how you make me proud," he said warmly, pulling her into a hug. Haley finally relaxed, pressing her head into her friend's chest.

"I just want to be the best I can be for you, Voaurak," she whispered. She heard the young man sigh.

"I know, Haley. But you don't understand that you are the best you can be," he tried to assure her. Just as Haley was going to reply, pain shot through her head, from the scar across her right eye.

She cried out, and her consciousness was immediately transported somewhere else. She looked up into the eyes of a very overweight, angry man with a pudgy face and mean little eyes. "You ungrateful little Freak! Stealing the food from the mouth of Dudley when we've been so kind to provide you with a home!" the man hissed.

"…but Uncle! I swear I didn't-" Haley heard the voice of a young boy. She turned her head to see a starved ten year-old boy; her age; on the floor, reeling from a swipe. He was dressed in ratty clothes that were much too big for him, and was wearing big ugly glasses that looked as though they had been broken several times. His eyes were brilliant emerald green, and his hair was jet-black, completely messed up; though that could have been from the beating he was getting. Haley felt her heart tear. It was her twin, Harry. She watched in horror and sadness as the overweight man proceeded to beat up the kid and then force him into a small cupboard under the stairs.

Haley was forced into the room with the boy, since she was here because of her connection with her twin. She felt her heart go out to him as the boy lay crumpled on the floor, sobbing with pain. She held him in her spiritual arms, wishing she could do more. Then, without warning, she was back at the forest, Voaurak holding her limp form in his arms. He was looking down at her sadly, with concern evident in his face.

"It was Harry again, wasn't it?" He asked. Haley nodded, tears shining on her face.

"I just wish I could do something for him, other than just share the pain! But he just doesn't know I'm there! I don't know why he can't feel me," Haley cried.

Voaurak looked at her sympathetically. "His magic has been suppressed by those terrible muggles. That's why he always gets in trouble with his magic, you know. If he were allowed some leniency, some tutoring, his magic wouldn't be so… all over the place. It's not his fault."

Haley nodded. "I know it isn't his fault… if only we could rescue him!" Her eyes turned pleading as she looked at her friend. Maybe this time, he'd... but Voaurak shook his head.

"You know we can't do that. Not until you are more powerful, My Little Viper. The Old One is having him monitored. He'd know if we rescued Harry, and then he'd come after us. And I won't be able to save you this time," Voaurak said sadly.

Haley nodded sadly and sighed. "I know we can't save him, but it's just so hard to see it happen to him," Voaurak lifted her chin with his hand, making her look at him.

"I know, My Little Viper. But I think I can help you make contact with him soon. New moon is tomorrow night. We'll do the ritual then," Voaurak promised. Immediately, Haley brightened.

"Thank you, Voaurak!" She exclaimed, hugging the young man, who merely smiled down at her.

That night, Haley lay in her bed, thinking about the first time she'd met Voaurak.

She had grown up in the orphanage after being left on the doorstep for the orphanage owners to find. She'd never had friends at the orphanage, because, as everyone agreed, there was something… just not right about her. As a baby, she rarely cried, and when she did it was at the strangest times. She'd just been fed and she'd cry out and look at food longingly; but when the orphanage owners tried feeding her again, she'd just look at them with pleading eyes, refusing to eat. Or sometimes, she'd cry out for no reason, acting like someone had hit her, though no one was near her. Then several days later, a bruise would form.

As she grew older, she could talk and explain what was happening. When she cried out, she claimed that she could see a boy being beaten by a man or another boy, and that it also made the scar on her face burn. The scar was the oddest thing about the kid; she'd had it since she showed up at the orphanage. Sometimes, other kids would swear that it glowed when she had one of her 'episodes.' The kids teased her mercilessly about her scar and her episodes. But she never shed a tear except for when the scar acted up. She merely glared at the kids and either retorted angrily, or retaliated by playing mean tricks on the offending kids at a later date. But she'd rarely ever get caught doing the tricks, and many times there was no proof that she'd done them.

Because of her lack of friends, when the orphanage took a trip to the seaside, when she was about six years old, she stayed as far from the others as she could get away with. That was how she met Voaurak. She had been walking on the edge of the sea, away from the others, when she noticed a person standing in the fog up the beach. Being the ever curious soul she was, and with no thought to be frightened, she immediately strode closer, determined to see who it was.

The fog thinned as she approached the stranger. The stranger was a young man who appeared to be about fifteen or so. He was about 5 feet tall, two feet taller than the young girl. He had sandy brown hair and light gold eyes. He was wearing the strangest outfit the girl had ever seen: midnight blue robes with a slightly darker blue cloak around the robes, billowing gently in the wind. His hands were out of sight, hidden in the folds of his robes. His face was long and slender, a prominent chin and small nose, and a lipless mouth. When Haley approached him, he turned his eyes on her gently, and Haley felt her heart leap as she realized that this was the first time she could remember where someone looked on her with kindness.

The young man seemed to recognize her, for he smiled and beckoned her closer, his right hand appearing from beneath his cloak. She noticed that he had the palest hands she had ever seen, with long, bony fingers. "Welcome, Haley," the young man greeted her. "I've been waiting for you."

Haley looked up at the golden eyes, awed. "How do you know my name?" she whispered. She knew she should be frightened, but all she could think about were his eyes. They seemed to draw her in, enveloping her in happiness. She floated in bliss for a second, before realizing herself and tearing her gaze away from the young man, feeling acutely embarrassed.

The fifteen year old laughed softly. "You're not the first to become entranced with my eyes. Come, Haley. We have much to talk about," he said, once again beckoning her towards him.

This time, Haley focused on not looking in his eyes, now beginning to feel frightened. "How do you know my name?" she asked again, more forcefully this time.

The young man looked directly in her eyes before she could tear her gaze away, freezing her in place as she saw his eyes, now narrowed crossly. "I know many things about you, Haley. I know what you've been suffering at the orphanage. I know about your visions. I know about your abilities. I need to tell you something that you will find hard to believe, but it is nevertheless true. Haley, you are a witch. You have magic within you. The visions you experience are a result of your magic, combined with the suffering of your twin brother, Harry."

At the last statement, Haley gasped. She had never told anyone Harry's name, or that they were twins. That this man knew; it seemed impossible. But it lifted a great burden off of Haley's shoulders. She had thought that she was going insane, that perhaps she was wrong. For a second, that was all that registered in Haley's mind. Then she realized what else the man had said.

"Wait a second; I'm a… witch?!" she exclaimed. Then her eyes turned calculating, thinking. "Th-that's why I can do all those things…" she looked up at the man, who was nodding and smiling. She gave a small smile in return. "I knew I was special!" She exclaimed to herself, not noticing the smirk and expression of triumph that flashed across the man's face.

She looked back at the man. "What happens now?" she asked quietly. The young man was about to say something else when a shout from further down the beach caught both their attentions, and they turned to see several kids racing towards Haley.

"We'll have to continue this conversation later," the man said. Haley gaped at him, disappointed.

"No! Don't go! I'll get rid of them! I'll… I'll… I'll throw sand in their eyes or something! Please don't go!" She pleaded. The young man smiled down at the girl.

"Oh, My Little Viper, you will have to learn patience. I'll be back," he promised.

"But we're leaving tomorrow!" Haley protested, not noticing the pet name at first.

"I'll find you," the young man said, before backing away into the fog, disappearing with a soft popping noise. He was just in time as a trio of kids ganged up on Haley, sneering and telling her she was in big trouble with the orphanage owners for wandering away from their sight. Haley ignored the kids and looked back at the place where the young man had disappeared, sighing, before heading back to get her newest punishment.

'What a strange way to begin a friendship,' Haley thought to herself humorously as she fell asleep, dreaming of the young man's strange golden eyes.

A/N: Heh, heh, sorry I did a flashback but it was just easier this way. Anyways, some things to explain and rant about: as for Harry, unfortunately he will, and Haley through him, suffer the Dursleys at least until his second year at Hogwarts. As for Dumbledore; well I'm gonna make him out to be an evil, diabolical old fool, but remember that this is from Voldemort's perspective, who is teaching Haley to hate Ole' Dumbles. But Dumbles isn't exactly evil in this fic; he is just an old wizard who is losing his touch. After reading numerous fanfictions in which Dumbles is evil, I do have to admit the many points other authors have made make a lot of sense. While I don't believe Dumbledore in the book was in any way evil, he did make a lot more mistakes than I think he was warranted. I'll do some explaining, just because I want to. You can skip this if you don't care.
First things first; Dumbles told Harry that Lily's sacrifice saved him from Voldemort. But how many other mothers have thrown themselves before their children in this and previous wars? Then Harry's 'extraordinary' survival of Voldemort's attack shouldn't have been an unheard-of occurrence. The way I'm explaining it is: Harry and Haley have such strong powers, in their very auras (souls) that Voldemort's power was not enough to kill them, especially since their souls were completely innocent of anything bad. As Harry and Haley get older, their souls begin to be marred, thus weakening them and allowing them to get hurt. Vernon is able to hurt Harry because he is, however distantly, related to Harry. Harry and Haley's family members alone are able to hurt them because of shared blood.
Secondly, Dumbles allowed Harry to be abused by the Dursleys. Though in the books, J.K. Rowling doesn't exactly come out and say that Harry was abused by the Dursleys, it sure is strongly implied. Now I don't say this is outright evilness merely because child abuse slips through the cracks all the time. I should know, as a survivor myself. I understand how hard it is to get people to listen to you. Some things just can't be heard by people.
Thirdly, I cannot believe Dumbles' irresponsibility regarding students' health and safety at Hogwarts. In every single year Harry was at Hogwarts, something happened to get him and other students harmed. I would explain it as Harry's insanely bad luck, but the fact that it happened year after year, plus that it hurt others, makes me think that it is just plain irresponsibility. Keeping a Three-headed Dog that would attack anyone in a castle with children, behind a door that a first year could open (admittingly, Hermione is very smart, but still) is just plain STUPID and screams that whoever did it doesn't care really about students' safety. PLUS Dumbles went ahead and basically gave every mischievous child a challenge: find out what on earth they could be keeping in the school that could cause you to have a painful death. Really, if my teacher said that somewhere was off-limits unless I wanted death, I'd be curious and check it out. Kids are like that. It's like… uh reverse psychology.
Enough about the many mistakes of Dumbles, I could literally fill a book with them (Rita Seeker already did, I forgot.)