Halyn
By: MIA202
Summary: Harri Potter is a twin, not to mention a girl. Her older twin brother is named boy-who-lived, while she is swept aside, letting her brother have all the fame and spotlight. Eventually sent to live with the Dursley's. Harri grows up very different from her brother, and anyone else in the wizarding world. What happens though, when it turns out Dumbledore made a mistake? What if Harri has already made herself into a new person and barely remembers her past? Will she be bothered to save a world that has never thought anything of her?
Warning: fem!Harry, child neglect and abuse, offensive language, some violence
Disclaimer: I do not own or have any rights to any Harry Potter character or plots or universe. I only create plots and put the Harry Potter universe into them.
A/N: It's a bit short, but I felt this is where I needed to go next. It's a little more back-story, but at the same time a huge jump. There will be another jump next chapter, so don't get comfy just yet. The story is going to go in an order that explains Halyn's life, but in an odd manner. Like I said, if you get confused, ask in a review!
Chapter 1
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"Halyn! Hey, Halyn, wait up!" The click of shoes comes faster behind me, echoing off of the cold stonewalls.
I slow, turning my head to watch whomever it is trying to catch my attention. The new boy, Draco Malfoy, walks briskly down the main hall in my direction. I turn and begin walking again. He'll catch up if he really wants to.
He does, "Halyn, didn't you hear me?" He snaps, he must be pissed off. Most people snap when pissed off. I ignore the questions.
"Anyways, I just want to formally introduce myself. My name is Draco Malfoy, previously a student at Hogwarts. I've only just transferred here, though I am to understand that it is an outstanding school. It is rather hard to get entrance to as a student."
"Yes, well, if everyone was allowed in it would be overrun. Personally I like the selective student population. I already know you know who I am, but just to reiterate, my name is Halyn, no last name." Halyn wasn't the name I was born to, but it's the only name I remember. I think I used to be called Harri, but now only a select few can and they only use it as a nick name- a reminder of where I come from.
"Have you always gone to school here?" he asks, keeping pace with me. "My father just transferred me. There is too much of a mess going on back home. It makes it quite hard to study and learn properly."
"For magic, yes."
When I was eight, an old shopkeeper found me in the back alleyways of downtown London with only a backpack on my back, torn clothes on my body, and no memory at all. I had a notebook clutched in my arms, which read 'Harri' on the front. He assumed it was my name and put out lost child fliers to see if anyone was looking for me. In the meanwhile, he took me in and cared for me. The inside cover of the notebook had my birth date and address, but the address was impossible to read as well as the month in which I was born. Not knowing what to do with me otherwise, he continued to let me roam the streets and return to his home every night. He was the one to name me Halyn. A year later he died and a friend of his took me with him back to his home in Romania. His name was Sorin cul Bun and he was a wizard who worked with Dragons. In Romania, I started learning magic again, as well as several forms of martial arts and fighting tactics. It was around this time that I finally looked into the backpack.
"Oh, I see," he says, as though not sure how he is supposed to continue. "Do you like it here? How did you even get to go to this school? I thought you're type aren't allowed."
"I would not still be here, six years later, if I did not find the school agreeable or was not allowed. I assume by 'my type' you mean female, and for which all I can say is that I am a special case."
"You must be the only girl attending Durmstrang as a student."
"I am the first and last girl to ever."
Sorin was very strict with me and yet very lenient at the same time. I was allowed from day one to wander the dragon reserve without supervision. Because he was an advisor in a high ranking position, no one ever said anything or asked any questions. They all just somehow adapted to having a young girl wandering around, on her own, sometimes-practicing magic with an old wand. And while I could do pretty much as I pleased, from staying up all night to running around with dragons, if I missed a physical training class I would be scolded as though there were no tomorrow. Sorin felt that being physically fit and prepared was one of the best things you could be in life. When I did well he praised me, and when I did badly he helped me understand how to get better. It was only when I skipped that I got yelled at. I didn't skip very often after the first time. However, learning magic called to me, and I asked to be sent away to school. We made a deal, if he could get me into Durmstrang and I kept up my physical training, I could go. So here I am.
"How?" he asks bluntly. His eyes blink owlishly at me.
"The headmaster and I have an understanding."
When Sorin went to the school to speak with the headmaster, he told them my story. The deputy headmaster was ready to accept me into the school once Sorin was done speaking. He felt that I was special and would have no problem keeping up with the boys, even as they turned into men. The headmaster was still not having it. The next day he went back, bringing me with him. I was left alone in a room with the headmaster and told to prove my point. An hour later, after fighting physically and magically with the man, I 'convinced' him to let me into the school. The new wand I had gotten in lieu of going to school worked much better than my old one.
"You're parent's are alright with you being alone in a school full of men?"
"I don't have any parents. It is why I lack a familial name."
While Sorin and I have gotten close over the years, he is still more of an uncle, if anything, than he would ever be a father figure. I was given too much freedom, allowed to do too many things that broke the idea of normal, and he was never bothered by any of it. He still isn't. In fact, I am still unsure of what country I belong to because I was never adopted and my citizenship was never changed because legally, I don't actually exist. There is no Halyn, just Halyn, on the record anywhere. So if I die, I die. Sorin will probably be sad and burry me with the dragons, then move on. No, he defiantly was not a father.
"I see. In any case, I hope we can become friends, even though it is the last year we have in schooling." He extends his hand at me as we stop in front of school's massive library.
"I don't shake hands until I know I can trust whatever might be on them." I say, looking from his hands to his face. "We will have to see." I nod before turning and heading into the library, my home inside the school. I don't know why, but I always feel safest here, at least while on the grounds.
As the door closes behind me, I hear a soft scoff and then Draco talking to himself, "And my dorm mates said not to bother; that she's wild. She doesn't seem so wild to me."
I feel myself smiling, if only just a bit. Don't worry Draco Malfoy, you will learn.
TBC…