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: Does it get confusing because I never tell you whose point of view each chapter is from? I like it that way, but then again I write it so I know who is 'talking' each time. Review and let me know if you want me to tell you whose point of view each chapter is from! If I get more people saying they want me to tell, I'll change it. If I don't get any responses, I'll assume it's fine the way it is. ok?

Chapter 3

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I first met Viktor Krum during the third official week of my first year, not counting the first week first years had to settle in.

I was given my own rooms, though not separate from where the boys stayed. The only difference was that they had to share three or four to a room and I got my own en suite bathroom, unlike the common one they all shared. I spent the first few days observing, exploring, and avoiding my year mates. However by the end of the week if was inevitable that we meet. Friday night all first years were required to show up to dinner for an introduction of sorts. When I walked into the room, the last one to join, all eyes turned to me.

"Ah, Halyn, I was beginning to think you'd gotten lost in the school somewhere." The headmaster smirked at me as I took a seat. All of the boys shifted over, away from me, not sure what was going on. "This year we are making an exception. Halyn will be the first and only female to ever attend Durmstrang. As a general address to all faculty, Halyn does not have a familial name, so addressing her by first name only will suffice. Now, everyone eat and we will go over school rules when we are done. No one is to leave before hand."

After that, I very rarely heard English spoken in Durmstrang again. I was grateful I had the forethought to pick up the Bulgarian language on the reserve. At first I didn't think the boys in my year understood that I was adept at Bulgarian, but later I realized that they didn't care if I heard their nasty remarks or not. Unsure of what to make of a girl intruding in their space, they lashed out like nervous animals trying to reclaim their territory. That much I could understand.

"I bet she's really a man, but too girly to admit it."

"She has no familial name? Not even her parents wanted her, why do we have to be burdened with her?"

"I bet she'll cry if we're mean to her. Let's shove her around a bit, maybe she'll run back to the streets."

And some of the nastier ones, "A least there will be a whore for us to practice on when we get the urge. She'll be begging for it by graduation. It's the only things she can be good for."

"Street trash is only good for beating on and pushing aside"

And while I understood the need to lash out, I also understood survival of the fittest, pecking orders, and in the wild, the stronger are the ones with the power. Even if the Peruvian Vipertooth is smaller than the Swedish Short-snout, it is the one more people are afraid of and would be less likely to mess with. I understood these principles, thought not their names, and was going to make sure these boys understood them too.

Every time a nasty comment was made, hexes found their way to the boys speaking. Eventually, though they couldn't prove I did it, they began to physically approach me, trying to bully me into a corner. They quickly learned I wasn't a pushover, even if I was small. Soon I was regularly getting into fights with the boys in my year. When the older students returned they didn't know how to react. Some joined the boys in my year, and others kept their distance. The headmaster refused to get involved in the fights, saying it was a good lesson. I didn't really care. The boys always came out of it worse than me.

In that third week of school, a group on third and fourth year students cornered me on my way outside. Unlike the younger years, these students knew to use their wands and fists at the same time. It was half way through the fight when a cutting hex finally hit me. I threw a large range blasting hex back, hoping to throw my own shield up in time, attacking the boys and the corridor we were in. When the dust and debris cleared, the Quidditch team was sanding at the end of the hall, outside. It was Viktor Krum who made the first move, coming to stand in front of me, as I got back up and into a defensive stance while a few of the boys made it to their feet.

"Enough!" Viktor scolded, "You are old enough to know better. She is only a first year. I do not care that she is a girl in an all male school. The headmaster has allowed her entrance for whatever reason he has, so if there is a problem with her enrollment you had best take it up with him. It is shameful to see any students, let alone older students attacking her six on one. Where is your pride?"

The older students looked at him, unhappy, before silently gathering their friends and leaving. Once they were gone, he turned to me, "Are you alright? Halyn, right?"

"Yes, thank you. I'm fine."

"I wouldn't believe her, Viktor. She's got a nasty cut on her thigh, looks like a low level cutting curse." Another male from the Quidditch team said as he walked over. "Hello, I'm Aleksander Olanski and this Viktor Krum. In all the excitement he's forgotten to introduce himself, you must excuse him."

I nodded my head, "Yes, of course. I really am fine; this will heal right up. I have salve back in my room."

"No, I will take you to the infirmary." Viktor said, sweeping me up bridal style. "You shouldn't be walking on it. Alek, take my stuff back to my room please." His friend nodded, and then we were off.

After that, Viktor and his friends on the Quidditch team began to look after me when they could, otherwise I continued to hold my own, though the fighting had died down a lot since Viktor's threat. I threw myself back into studying, taking refuge in the large school library where it was hard to find me. I was enjoying my classes and anything I could study on my own. Even my morning exercises were keeping me nicely busy and my mind off of the pea-brained idiots I went to school with. Viktor began seeking me out in his free time as well, and joined me in morning training when he found out I did it. He was my first real friend, well human friend, and I quickly became attached to him.

The year went as well as I could hope for after that. I was top in most of my classes, and towards the end of the year we began preparing for finals. You could feel the stress levels in the school rising. I had no qualms with the end of the year tests; fully prepared from all the time I spent in the library- even Viktor was beginning to pick up on some of my regular spots. However, with the rising anxiety and stress, I felt the need to watch my back more carefully, incase someone decided to really act out. It was during review for History and Care of Magical Creatures that my year mates decided to take their stress out on me for a little fun.

We were going over animals used in wars, and the teacher had brought in a young male Hungarian Horntail, who spit fire at almost anything that moved. There were protective wards around the pit he was being kept it that kept the fire in, as long as you were outside it. I wanted to point out that he was so angry because they had him chained down by his tail, most likely agitating the spikes. Caught up in my thoughts, I was too late to catch myself as a group of boys quickly pushed me into the pit.

In that moment, it was like everything stopped. The class stopped to watch, the teacher stopped, trying to catch me with a spell and failing. The dragon stopped to see where I'd land and if I was a threat. My whole body ached as I finally hit the dirt ground, grateful that it was dirt and not rock that I was landing on.

As I caught my breath, I rolled to my stomach and slowly made my way to my feet. It was hot inside the pit, to keep the dragon relatively comfortable, and I soon began to sweat as I looked around and got my bearings. Peeling off the heavy fur-lined full-length coat and uniform jacket, I was happy I continued to wear my sundresses underneath. And though the boots were hot, I had forgone wearing the heavy boots required by dress code the second week at school. Heavy boots were not good for running.

"Halyn!" Viktor's voice broke through my hazy mind. I looked up quickly to see him standing outside the wards, held back by Alek and another of his teammates. He must have been practicing nearby to be here so quick.

I turned back around and look at the dragon, slowly kicking off my boots as well and letting my hair down. If I was going to face a dragon, I was going to do it comfortably like I did back on the reserve. I made eye contact with it, just before it breathed liquid hot fire at me. Raising my wand I put up the strongest shield I knew, one I'd seen the handlers use.

The fire didn't last long; he was most likely testing me. I backed up and made my way around the melted landscape and onto a rock a bit closer to him. I stared him in the eye again. As he breathed out more fire, I shot off my own spells and leaped out of the way, even closer to him. I reestablished eye contact and frowned. Growling slightly, I sent a stinging hex right at his nose.

"Now really, that's enough." I admonished him. Young dragons back at the reserve were the same way; haughty and angry. "I'm not the one who put you here and chained your tail."

The dragon leaned closer and roared at me, his hot breath rushing past me like wind. He banged his tail against the earth cause slight tremors in the ground.

"Yes well, if you'd cooperate you wouldn't be in pain now would you."

He brought his face close to mine and huffed, nudging me with his snout in the direction of his tail.

"Are you going to stay and cooperate?" He looked at me and nudged me again. "Hey, if I have to you do too. You think I want to be at this insipid school with all of these ignorant humans? They can never leave well enough alone; have to mess with everything."

He nudged me again and nodded his head. "Good." I quickly got to work spelling the chains off. Going back to my boots and jackets, I grabbed my old backpack and reached deep inside, pulling out a tub of white cream. "Aha, this will help."

After getting hurt at the reserve a few time, one of the handlers taught me to make a healing paste that was good for both humans and dragons, making it more efficient. Seeing as I get into a good amount of trouble, I always carry a large supply of it around. I started gently rubbing it into the dragon's tail as he lay down defensively curled around it and me.

"There, it should start to feel better soon." I said, putting the jar away. It was then that I looked up and remembered my classmates and teacher. "Oh, um, think you could give me a lift up? I can jump off your snout and out of you will." The dragon huffed and nodded. I quickly grabbed my stuff and was lifted out. As soon as I past the wards Viktor and the teacher were the first to reach me.

"Halyn, are you alright?" Viktor asked, grabbing my shoulders and looking me over.

"Yes, just cold. It's like a 50 degree difference between there and here." I said as I began redressing.

"How did you do that? Why did you take the chains off? Do you know what you've done? How dangerous this is?" My teacher asked as I finally pulled my boots on and the rest of the Quidditch team and class gathered around.

"Hmm?" Oh well, I live in Romania in the forests with the dragons, so I'm a bit used to it. And he was really very angry because the chains were bothering his tail spikes. They can be sensitive at the base in young males because they haven't fully hardened yet as they are still growing. Don't worry, he's not going anywhere for a while, but how long do you plan on keeping him here?" I said, stuffing my now cold hand in my pockets. I should have stayed with the dragon.

"Oh," the teacher said shocked, "Till the end of the week."

"Excellent. Viktor, hold my hand for a second and please don't let go." As soon as he grasped my hand I leaned my upper body back through the wards.

"Hey! They're going to take down the wards in five passing moons. When they do, you should fly to Romania. There are some other dragons there and I'll be there soon. I'm sure you can ask someone on your journey to guide you!" The dragon roared and I pulled myself out.

"He'll stay until the end of the week."

Not many people bothered me after that.

TBC….