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: So I know I should be working on Life Happens, but I'm crazy busy with school and I'm having writer's block every time I think about writing the story. Therefore, I am writing this in the mean time. I am not abandoning Life Happens, I will get back to it, I promise! I just want to hash this out while it's still fresh.

A/N2: IMPORTANT! This is going to jump around a bit and may get a little confusing. And when I say jump around, I mean it going to jump between points of view, time, events, and places. It will make some sense, I swear, but I keep getting different ideas about the same plot and am just typing them out as they come.

Prologue

It wasn't dark and stormy, nor was it even a tad bit blustery outside. The atmosphere wasn't ominous, or frightening, or foreboding. In fact, it was an exceptionally beautiful day. Families were gathered at home, decorating and cooking, while children played in backyards full of colorful leaves blowing gently around their giggling forms, snuggled into sweaters and cardigans of every color imaginable.

The streets were full of energy, excited and anxious for the sun to go down, to be able to light up and glow in the dark night. Opulent feasts of rich food and sweet desserts were beginning to form on long tables lit by numerous flickering candles. Mothers and fathers, aunts and uncles, cousins and siblings gathered together ready for fun and celebrations.

It was almost as perfect as Halloween could get, inspiring warm feelings and cheerful thoughts. It was the kind of day that families look forward to and are overjoyed to have. Not the kind where bed things were expected to happen. Not the kind of day it turned out to be.

As the sun began to set, a series of events began to take place that would eventually lead to the one of the biggest mistakes ever made in the wizarding world.

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"Peter, you're sure you're alright watching them both alone?" Lily asked as she tugged on her long fall overcoat, James following right behind her.

"Yes, yes, of course." Peter reassured them quickly. The twins were asleep upstairs, down for their afternoon nap, snuggled up with a wolf and a black dog toy. The rat was discarded on a self in the room and Peter was currently holding the stag, tightly at the neck- noticeable if anyone where to pay him any real attention.

"Alright, we'll be back as soon as we can. We're just going to run over to the Longbottoms' to help Alice get Neville's stuff over here while Frank's still at work. We'll be back in a jiffy!" Lily reminded him, as James pushed her out the door.

"He'll be fine Lils, won't you Wormy?" James smiled assuring her as he finally got her out the door and to the apparation point. After a few moments of silence and a crack of apparation, Peter got to work and called his master.

Some months ago a prophecy was made about a child who would be able to defeat the dark lord. Brought to Voldemort's attention by one Severus Snape, the child was narrowed down to one of three. Neville Longbottom, Alastair Potter and Harriet Potter were all born on July 31st; as the seventh month dies. With the two Potter children being in the same location and having a death eater who could get onto the property, they took priority over the Longbottom child. Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband were sent to deal with Neville, while the dark lord himself went to dispose of the twins.

"Where are they?" Voldemort asked Peter, who was bowing and whimpering at the dark man's feet.

"Upstairs, my lord. James and Lily left only ten minutes ago." Voldemort decided that killing the brats and letting the parents live, for a while, would be more painful than just killing them all together. James and Lily already knew he was coming, but would never expect to not be around to protect their children when he did.

Voldemort slowly ascended the stairs, making his way to the last room down the hall. A small room, half pink and half blue, filled with toys and two small cribs. The children were awake when he entered. They boy, auburn hair and brown eyes, sat playing with a plush toy, completely unaware of the upcoming events. The girl, black hair and green eyes the color of the dark lord's favorite curse, watched as he entered the room.

"Such beautiful eyes," Voldemort commented as he walked over Harriet, "It's a shame they've gone to waste. I hope that when you die your eyes remain open just like they are now, so your parents can see death in them. Avada Kedavra."

Bright green light shot from the wand pointed at the small girl, reflecting in her similarly colored eyes- ones that never left the dark lord's form.

"No," she said firmly in her tiny voice, surprising Voldemort. Just as the curse was meant to strike her, it flared out and returned to him. Without anytime to react, the dark lord watched his own spell rebound, killing his body and allowing his soul to flee.

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Peter ran from the house as soon as the dark lord was upstairs. He ran back to his flat and began packing. Why he hadn't thought of this sooner he didn't know. With the children all dead, there shouldn't be anyone to stop Voldemort, and as his servant, Peter should be safe. He had an ominous feeling though. He would pack and leave, just to be sure.

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James and Lily were gathering Neville's things, shrinking them down and packing them away, while Alice Longbottom tended to her son. She was finishing up feeding him when the front bell rang.

"James, could you get that for me, please?" Alice called out front the kitchen.

James went to the front door and opened it, only to be assaulted by spells. He and Lily fought them off, with the help of Frank, who had arrived only a few minutes later via floo. The fight took a while, but eventually, tired and shaken up, Frank turned in Bellatrix Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, and Rabastan Lestrange to the Ministry of Magic. Lily and James rushed home.

"Peter!" James called out upon entering the house, "Peter where are you?"

Lily ran straight to the nursery to find her children. The room was a mess; the only part of the house touched. There was a great black burn mark in front of the cribs. Parts of the walls had peeling paint, one rocking chair was overturned and the other broken in two and even some of the toys were split or broken. It looked as though a small explosion went off in the room. In the cribs, Harriet was sleeping quietly with a jagged cut on her forehead and Alastair was sitting up crying, trying to reach his toy that fell from his crib, his face and body covered in small cuts and bruises.

James and Dumbledore rushed into the room, followed closely by Sirius and Remus. James quickly went to Lily and held her, while Albus Dumbledore surveyed the scene.

"Voldemort was here, but he's gone now." He said finally.

"Not to be rude, but that's pretty obvious," Sirius snipped, his wide eyes going over the details of the room.

"What I mean is, he is dead. He was killed in this room." Dumbledore motioned to the large black mark that burnt through the carpet and into the wood floor.

"Who?" Remus asked quietly, as it was almost unbelievable that he could be gone.

Dumbledore stepped up to the cribs and looked over each child. Alastair was clearly upset, awake, and hurt worse than his twin sister. It only seemed right that he, the older male child, would be the savior of the wizarding world. "Alastair is the one; the boy-who-lived."

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The word of Voldemort's defeat spread quickly and Alastair was praised as the boy savior. James and Lily were only too proud of their little man; only one and defeating dark wizards. With the press and public events, the following year went quickly, as did the year after that. Swept up with well wishers and gifts from around the UK Lily and James easily overlooked Harriet on the twins' second birthday. By their third, things had begun to calm down a little, and she tried to make her little voice heard. It was her birthday too after all, and she wanted to show mommy and daddy how she was learning to read. Lily and James pushed her into the library with a piece of cake and told not to disturb Alastair's party. She wanted to ask where her presents were, but she was sent right back in with nothing but a glare for her trouble. It wasn't fair, she decided; it was her birthday too.

While Alastair had the fame and spotlight, Harriet was left in the dark. Her parents slowly gave Alastair more and more of their love, leaving Harriet with a firm scowl and sharp word. The library quickly became her favorite place. She taught herself to read and began going through book after book. She'd imagine doing magic, and going to exotic places and capturing wild creatures. When she learned about ancient runes, she pretends she was cracking lost codes in Egypt, or warding hidden treasure. Her favorite dream was being a pirate. Pirates traveled the seas and didn't need anyone, just their map, a compass, and magic. She would always imagine herself as a pirate, wondering where her boat would go next, usually depending on what book she picked up.

Her third year of life and fourth birthday passed very easily. Her parents and brother were gone more and more often, giving her free reign of the house. Their house elf, Tipsy, who her parents got once her brother became famous, would cook for her and clean her and clean up after her messes. When her parents weren't home she'd jump on the beds and couches and climb on tables, taking her imagination adventures through the house. After her fourth birthday, she discovered the outdoors. Soon, many of her adventures took her there. When she turned five, she gathered her courage and spent her first overnight adventure in the woods behind her house. Once she realized it wasn't so bad, one night turned into two, then three, then four. Her parents never missed her and she'd pack food and clothes and books in her bottomless bag. Harriet would sometimes try to go for days by living off the plants and animals in the forest, like the real adventurers did. Reading about it in detail helped a lot and she was getting quite good at it actually.

Unfortunately, Harriet also had a habit of pushing herself to the limit. She would go camping in the winter and come home with the chills, dirty and covered in snow. Tipsy would take her to a hot bath and get her fed before sending her to bed. She would come home with holes in her clothes from climbing trees and spending her entire camping trip up in them. Tipsy would send her to a cool bath, put salve on her cuts, and send her to bed. Tipsy was quite used to taking care of the little miss, because no one else would. Usually her parent's were away so there was no one to care. Harriet's luck ran to an end though, one day when she forgot.

It was the day of her seventh birthday. The last two years, the Potter's held a big gala at a hall for Alastair's birthday, but this year they decided to have it at home. Forgetting, Harriet, who was at the end of her two-week camping trip, dirty and hungry with ripped clothes and messy hair, walked through the front door, expecting to find Tipsy waiting for her. As she entered, the party that was in full swing stopped and just looked at her, many wide eyed.

Lily rushed over and grabbed her arm roughly, yanking her up the stairs two at a time hissing at her daughter, "What the hell are you thinking? Are you deliberately trying to ruin my son's party? I bet you are, you foul little thing! Get in your room and stay there!"

Watching from the floor as the door slammed shut and the lock clicked in place, tears began to run down Harriet's face. Wasn't that women supposed to be her mother? She couldn't remember any more.

Tipsy quietly arrived some time later, helping Harriet undress and giving her a sponge bath while she ate from a small plate of sandwiches. Tipsy was silent the entire time, unusual because she typically hummed off key. It was dark outside and Harriet could hear yelling from down stairs.

"I'm going away, aren't I?" she asked Tipsy. The house elf just looked at her sadly before popping away.

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"I can't take it anymore Albus! She's a menace! It's the most that we can do to keep Alastair away from her so that her habits don't rub off on him. It's not fair that he can't live properly in his own home!" Lily screeched, angrily.

"Now, Lily, she's your daughter too." Albus tried to placate her.

"No, she's not! Did you see her? No child of mine would behave this way!" Lily hissed.

"She's right," James said, backing his wife up, "Harri is a jealous child who has only tried to ruin things for Alastair. She can't just be happy for him. I don't think it's a good idea for her to continue living here."

Albus looked to Remus and Sirius, but they just shrugged. They rarely saw the little girl and almost never interacted with her. They felt bad, but what could they do?

"Where would she go?" Albus asked.

"Send her to Petunia, see if I care." Lily snapped before turning and leaving the room, taking James with her.

"Alight, tomorrow she will go."

TBC…