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: Thank you all who are reviewing! You make me so happy! I'm going to try and keep up with my weekendly updates now that I'm back on a schedule. Hopefully you'll all continue to enjoy! I know some people have said that the order of chapters or who is speaking in each is getting confusing. I have offered before to put whose POV it is, however, like I said- I write the chapters as they come to me but in the end everything will make sense.
Chapter 11
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The group of foreign wizards finally cornered me a week after their arrival. No one in the school was willing to help them in their endeavors, but according to the headmaster, he had to put them up for propriety's sake. I told him such things as propriety did not matter to me. He just laughed and told me he knows.
Apparently the wizards had noticed that I show up to breakfast the same time every morning out of routine. They showed up ten minutes later, all eight of them and approached my corner table. Draco was sitting with us this day. Andrey, Cordell, and Flav were more accepting of him now that these odd wizards were around, especially because Draco knew some things about them and was more than happy to share his knowledge with the three. Flav never really had a problem with Draco to begin with, but for my other two friends this just made it five versus eight if and when it came down to it.
When the group approached, Cordell and Draco automatically stood up, I assumed to be on level standing so to speak. Andrey and I didn't feel the need, and Flav is just not confrontational. Cordell growled lowly, like an angry wolf, which he always somewhat reminded me of. I think he'd make a great werewolf, but he won't hear it.
"Malfoy," The auburn haired boy snarled. What a waste of energy. I hoped the boy would move back some though, his magic was still nauseating.
"Draco, Cordell, please sit down, you are disturbing my meal." I officially ignored the group, thinking maybe they'd get the hint and go away.
"Harriet?" The old man tried talking this time, thankfully sending the stinking young man to the back, although he didn't smell much better. "Harriet Potter?"
"Who?" Cordell asked, though he knew what they wanted; what they were looking for. We all read the papers.
"The young lady sitting across from you. Her name is Harriet Potter. She has my eyes and her father's hair. Can't you see?" The woman with long red hair gestured to herself and the black haired man next to her.
"Halyn's eyes are shocking killing curse green; much more beautiful than your, lady." Cordell sneered, "And her hair is much nicer and darker than this guys."
"You little brat!" The woman hissed, "Do you know who I am?"
"Lily Potter nee Evans, married to James Potter, next to you, mother and father of Alastair Potter, at the back of the group who was previously believed to be the boy-who-lived. He was given the title by the man previously speaking, Albus Dumbledore, Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards, and defeater of Grindelwald. The girl in back is a muggleborn, Hermione Granger, best friend of Alastair Potter, top of her year and thought to be one of the brightest witches of her age in the UK. The boy is Ronald Weasley, also best friend of Alastair Potter, sixth son of Molly Weasley nee Prewitt and Arthur Weasley and the second youngest of seven, no outstanding merits. The other two adults are Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. Remus Lupin is the best friend of James Potter and Sirius Black, attended Hogwarts together and is a werewolf, who writes textbooks for a living mainly in defense against the dark arts. James and Sirius are illegal animagus, even though they are Aurors, in order to spend full moons with Remus Lupin. Sirius Black, disowned from the Black Family Tree, is currently the Black Family Heir by default. Best friend of James Potter and Remus Lupin, Sirius Black has no outstanding merits outside of being a high-ranking Auror and being named witch-weekly's best smile ten times in a row. I know exactly who you are." I said, before taking a sip of my coffee. The room was silent.
"And you are Harriet Potter!" The woman insisted, huffing.
"No, I am Halyn. And you are now disturbing my breakfast. Your son stinks and I am trying to eat. Therefore, good day." I stated, before banishing them all to the other side of the hall and warding my area of the room.
It was a few days later, while I was sitting in the library with the same four men as company, when Andrey brought up something I had said.
"What did you mean by 'your son stinks'?"
"It's his magic." I said, scrunching my nose in distaste, "It gives off an unnatural vibe and smell, like rotting corn syrup. The old man has traces of it on him too, but that's probably just from using artificial magic, or invoking it. I think he gave it to the Potter boy, a lot of it."
"Artificial magic?" Draco asked, perplexed. All four men leaned in to hear what I was about to say.
"Yes. There are many different kinds of magics. I am sensitive to it. Magic, as it should be, as a natural source, is like the elements. It smells earthy like the forest or cut grass or like a crackling fire or like clean water or the sea or a breath of fresh air or an oncoming storm. It's always natural because real magic comes from the earth and people with magical cores and magical animals and beings; it's produced naturally. It's why even the dungeons, which should be musty and gross and stagnant, are still fresh and earthy smelling, if not a little damp. The castle is full of magic. The magic from the earth it is built on, the magic from the students and teachers casting and brewing, the magic from those who built it, it's all here and alive and growing and thriving. That's the basics of all magic. I explain it with smells, but it's more than that, it's an entire feeling experience. But some magics are artificial; made by unnatural means, like time magic. It's created without the aid of potion ingredients but with rare materials made by alchemists that have magic forced into them. The magic is not of the materials themselves, so it becomes sickly and deteriorating. It's disgusting. That's what the Potter boy is full of. I do not think he knows though."
"How is that possible?" Cordell asked, confused.
"There are many ways that take long rituals and almost lifelong ceremonies. There are a few that, if done before puberty, can alter a child's magic completely by the time they are of age. Most have been outlawed because they have been found to be dangerous or harmful to ones life and magic. Some will completely ruin a person's magical core. And the magic becomes addicting. It can alter a person and cannot be fixed. Once a magical core is destroyed, the person can only live off this fake magic for so long until it is replaced. I don't know if it is the case with Potter, but someone pumped him full of artificial magic and I'm guessing it was or is that Dumbledore." I explained.
"Why would he do that?" Flav asked me next.
"While this magic is pretty much damaging and bad for a person, it is very powerful if done right and is replenished. The philosopher's stone, for example, is artificial magic. In order to remain alive you must continuously drink the elixir and the objects it turns to gold are tainted and have been known to damage a person's magic. Another example is time turners. Why do you think the ministries control them? If used to often they can irrevocably do harm to your magical core and you can become addicted to them." I sighed, they really should teach this better in school, "I'm going to guess that when the Potter boy started developing, his magic never grew with him, or to the extent they predicted it would. By the time a witch or wizard is five they can pretty accurately determine future power levels by the rate of growth of ones magical core. If Dumbledore felt the boy was the savior and he wasn't strong enough anymore he may have started one of the rituals for adolescents."
"That's messed up." Cordell commented after a moment of silence. "Do you think he knows? Do his parents know?"
"Books can't tell me that, Cordell." I smirked, before a smell assaulted my nose, permeating the room. "And speak his name and he shall come."
"What?" Cordell asked.
"Potter's here." Draco clarified for him. A few moments later said boy and his two friends rounded the corner. Draco spoke to them first. "Potter, Granger, Weasley."
"I don't know why you are hanging out with him, Harriet, but I suggest you don't." Potter scoffed angrily.
"I don't know who you think you are talking to, but if it is Halyn, you have no business telling her what she can and cannot do." Andrey growled at him, sitting up menacingly.
"And we could say the same thing, Potter." Cordell hissed. "Hermione Granger, the bitch home-wrecker who caused problems and the blow up between Viktor Krum and Halyn. Ronald Weasley, the stuck up ignorant bastard who influenced his mother and siblings into causing problems and the eventual split between Charlie Weasley and Halyn. How do you pick your friends Potter? Whoever can help screw over innocent people the best? Maybe you should actively keep all three of your noses out of her life and business. You aren't her friends and you aren't her family. In fact, I think you're all delusional."
The three in front of us were speechless. I knew who they were and how they had indirectly or directly cause issues to come up in my life. But I had grown and moved on from then and had learned my lesson. However, Cordell was right, I was far from ever getting to know these three, let alone trusting them, especially when they continued to insist I am someone I'm not.
While they were still stunned, I stood and made my way around the books to a secret passageway I had already shown the guys. They followed me as I made my way outside, to fresh, clean air. Maybe I would go to my transfigurations class; at least I could not be followed there.
I take a deep breath once I am finally outside, on the school grounds. Perhaps the ocean breeze will rid me of the stench. That Potter boy really disgusts me.
TBC…