I love WokFriedIce's Unwanted; the idea is incredible and I've already written the first chapters of a story called 'The Ilvermorny Potters.' But this is a different version of the idea, a series of one-shots not in any real order. Please let me know what you think.

Please let me know what you think.

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Holly.

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'This can't be happening, no way is this happening,' Harry thought numbly as he held his baby sister, tears trickling down his face as he tried desperately to keep her quiet as she cried. 'My parents…they're alive. I have a baby sister. I'm a wizard, and she's a witch. I've got magic. That's why the Dursleys hate us.'

Harry Potter sat in the Cupboard under the Stairs, which acted as his bedroom, numb with shock as he held his little sister, Holly - what a beautiful name - trying desperately to keep her from crying while trying to stop himself from breaking down and sobbing his heart out, while he comforted his sister. This was a job no small boy who was just 5 years old should do.

Harry held Holly to his chest, thinking.

Harry James Potter had grown up with the Dursleys, his mother's family, for as long as he could remember. He had always felt completely alone, and they had never once hidden the fact they hated him. And they feared him. They had abused him physically and mentally.

By the time he was 2, Harry had learnt what most people learnt in their 30s; how to take care of himself. He had needed to learn those lessons simply because nobody was actually going to take the time to teach him. And besides, with the Dursleys already giving him so much pain and abuse and forcing him to clean their damn house and cook for them, treating him like Oliver Twist, he had needed to learn as many lessons as he could to survive.

How did he know about Oliver Twist? Harry had always wanted knowledge, and so when he had been old enough, he had managed to sneak away from the Dursleys and he had gone to the library in Little Whinging, and he had asked one of the librarians to teach him how to read and write. The librarian had done so, curious and worried, and he had stunned her to excel and pick up the lessons quickly.

By the time the Dursleys packed him off to school, Harry had already begun reading more complicated books, and with the knowledge he soaked up like a sponge, he had just become better and better. And as the years had gone by, Harry continued to develop his powers. For a long time, Harry had known whenever he was angry and scared, strange things happened. He had discovered his powers after keeping a small diary and he had documented every single moment. He was fascinated by fire, too.

Like most fascinations, Harry was unsure when it happened, but it likely began long before Aunt Petunia tried to make him learn how to cook, and when he failed, Vernon decided to 'educate' him by placing his hand on the open flame. Instead of burning him, however, it did nothing but tickle him, and he lashed out at the Dursleys. Harry just about remembered the incident, he had raised a glowing hand, flames sprouting from it, and he had burnt Vernon, badly enough to make him go to the hospital. Sometimes he wondered what little white lies the Dursleys told people, but he doubted they would be much. The Dursleys were good at presenting a front. He still cooked for them, but the incident scarred the Dursleys for life. And from that point on, Harry picked up his powers in bits and pieces.

Over the years he had practiced his fire abilities, as he called them, learning how to create very small flames and summoning them to his hands. It had really helped when Ripper the bulldog tried attacking him once, and he'd used fire to discourage the dog. But Harry now swore, if Aunt Marge set that flea-bitten little bastard on him or Holly, he would burn the dog to the ground. No way was he going to let it attack her.

After that, he picked up other powers once he had learnt they only really appeared when he was feeling really angry, or scared. And once he discovered that Harry's powers had grown in leaps and bounds. One of his more unusual powers was being able to change his shape; he could, if he wanted, become a young girl, or a dark-skinned boy. The possibilities were endless.

But all that time, the Dursleys loved telling him that his parents had died in a car crash, now proven completely false but then he had started to simply not care, especially about the lies about them being criminals. Why should he care? They were dead, he wasn't, so what? But the Dursleys kept telling him he was unneeded, unnecessary.

Unwanted.

For years, Harry had hoped that his parents had family out there, someone better than the Dursleys, but that wish and hope died more and more over the years. He had started becoming a thief, believing that if the Dursleys kept telling him that he was a troublemaker, then he would become one for real, and perhaps he might find a way to escape, go into London, get into foster care with a different family and have a better life. But was that plan still viable now he had Holly? As he looked into his sister's face, listening to her heart-rending sounds, Harry realised it was, and for her sake, they had to leave and damn the consequences.

For a long time, he had dreamt and hoped for a much better life than the one he led. He had hoped someone would take him away, but now he knew it was never going to happen. Nobody was ever going to rescue him from a life of abuse, neglect, and pain. If he wanted it to happen, he had to do something himself and not leave it to anybody else.

And now Holly was doomed to the same fate.

Petunia was both amused, cruelly amused, and upset by the whole mess. But Harry didn't care what she felt. Harry had managed to sneak the letter that came with the baby girl into the Cupboard and he had read it. Apparently, he had been born in the middle of a magical war which had devastated the magical world. His brother was attacked and he had been sent away because it was not safe. Now it seemed they still felt it wasn't safe still, and that was why they'd sent the little girl to Petunia. They had dropped her and Harry on the Dursleys' doorstep so they could focus on Harry's brother.

They trusted Petunia and Vernon to keep them both safe, and it made Harry want to laugh scornfully.

Safe?!

He had never been safe living here. He had been neglected, and overworked and now Holly would share it. Harry stared at the girl, feeling the tears starting to trickle down his face, onto hers. Holly was young, so young and so innocent, she didn't deserve this. Why were his parents doing this? Why bother having kids when they'd just abandon them like this, it was so cruel.

To his surprise, Harry felt a tiny hand on his face, and he looked down. The tiny girl was gurgling, looking into his face with identical emerald green eyes. She wasn't sobbing anymore. She patted his face clumsily, smiling and cooing up at him. Harry felt his heart, hardened by years of slavery and cruelty before he had become a thief out of necessity, melt. But his heart shattered when Holly snuggled closer into him, eager for warmth and to share her own.

She was not going to suffer. No way.

"I won't let anyone hurt you, Holly," Harry vowed quietly. "I will make sure you get the life you deserve."

In his chest, Harry felt something stir. He was going to protect this girl, and her presence gave him empty, aimless life while he clung to life to just fight to live another week. He had a purpose now.

Harry leaned back against the wall, not caring about the hardwood. He was long since used to it. And he just thought to himself, about what he was going to do. He had just vowed not to let Holly suffer, and he knew only one way he could do that. He wanted to get Holly away, but was she too young? Should he wait? He didn't know the first thing about looking after a baby, or should he just go? He was leaning on leaving now, but he decided to wait for the time being so then he could learn how to look after Holly.

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"You can't take her outside!" Petunia hissed. "People will notice!"

Harry glared at her, his eyes gleaming with power. Harry had decided to take looking after Holly one step at a time, and he had planned to learn how to look after the baby girl from scratch before he left. He had it worked out; he'd stay here for a couple of months, and then he and Holly would escape. It was that easy. He would wait until Vernon and Petunia and Dudley were asleep, then they'd get out.

He knew how to shut her up. "As if I care," Harry held his sister in one hand before she began floating above him, and he conjured a ball of fire. The sight of magic made her step back. "She doesn't cry with me, and I am not keeping her cooped up in this stupid house. You did that to me, I won't let you do it to Holly. I don't care about your stupid friends or the stupid neighbourhood; they can die as far as I am concerned. In fact," an evil smirk crossed his face, making Petunia step back, but that was probably because of the danger in his eyes, "Maybe I should do that."

"No, don't you dare!" Petunia snapped.

"And what will you do, set that pig on us?" Harry reached out and he began choking her with his magic. Holly was cooing in her sleep, oblivious to the sound of her aunt choking. "You and Vernon will let me take her out. If you interfere, I will hurt you, and your pigs."

He let her go as he stepped outside.

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"BOY!" Vernon shouted, making Holly, who had been quiet as he'd taken her outside, start crying. "SHUT THAT LITTLE BITCH UP-!"

Furious his aunt hadn't warned his uncle, Harry threw Vernon away, making Petunia scream. "Shut up. Can't you tell I don't care what you think, and do you think I care what the neighbours think?"

Vernon struggled to get up with his wife's help. "You…little bastards..," he mumbled.

Angry at the insult towards Holly, Harry decided that his plans were not going to help. He opened the cupboard and summoned the money he had been accumulating over time.

"Where did you get that, Boy?" Vernon demanded.

"I stole it," Harry said, gazing at him challengingly.

"You're going to give me that money, Boy, or I'll sell that little freak bitch," Vernon gave him an evil smile, but Petunia, more experienced with magicals than her ignorant pig of a husband, tried to shut him up. She failed. "Yeah, she'll fetch a nice little price."

Petunia had seen her sister and that nasty Snape boy angry before, and it had terrified her. But seeing the look on Harry's face, seeing the feral way his mouth was twisting as he listened to her husband and seeing the glow of power made her kick herself for allowing the boy to be abused. It wasn't her smartest option. She had merely wanted to get back at her perfect sister, who had proven she wasn't so perfect after all.

Suddenly she and Vernon screamed in agony as flames erupted around their bodies…

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Harry sighed as he looked down at the Dursleys burning bodies in frustration. The fires wouldn't kill the Dursleys, but it would leave them both suffering from terrible burns for the rest of their miserable lives. He hadn't been able to stop himself from losing his temper. They deserved it for everything they'd done. With a shrug, even as the smoke alarms went off, Harry left the front door open, knowing the flames would attract attention from the neighbours, which would give him and Holly the chance to escape.

After gathering his possessions, Harry took Holly out of the backdoor and across the back garden. He opened the gate and went through the back alleys. He had used the alleyways to escape from and he had used them as hiding places in the past. Using his magic to hide himself and Holly, Harry once more went out into the world. When they had gone for a walk before he'd set Vernon and Petunia alight, Harry had spoken to Holly, whispering his plans of taking her into London so then he could start a new life for them both.

Right now that life began.