Author: Amelia Lynette Conner PM
Fraternal twins, one born with magic, one without. One finds a small boy, bruised and broken, the other takes him in. One lives in Britain, the other lives in America. - 2007 Transformer verse - Harry Centric - Light Hum/MechRated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Family - Harry P. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 9,115 - Reviews: 23 - Favs: 90 - Follows: 152 - Updated: 09-04-12 - Published: 05-05-12 - id: 8090256
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Uh, well, this chapter was already almost done, so I decided to just finish it up and post it now as opposed to later. But again, I probably won't be getting anywhere with this, and if someone wants it, they can continue it on their own. Mine is yours.
Happy Birthday to Us
Samantha Aron, Age 23, July 30th
"What the fuck is going on here?" Samantha's voice was filled with unbridled fury, her protectiveness over her sister shining through with vengeance. She sounded almost demonic to the man she was addressing, and her disillusionment was immediately ineffective when she spoke and lost concentration.
"Who the hell are you?" He growled angrily.
What Samantha was seeing in her sister's apartment was making her blood boil more and more with every passing moment. An angry red mark was spreading rapidly over Sevanna's cheek, and his grip on her arm looked harsh enough on the thin limb to cause some nasty bruising later. His other hand was buried in the drywall beside her head, and there were thick glass shards at their feet, along with a thick brown liquid, assumedly the hot chocolate she told her sister to get the child she found.
"I asked who the hell you are!" The man shouted, and the brunette's dark, angry green eyes shifted up from the mess to meet his fiery baby blues. Fed up with the lack of response, he released the whimpering blond and took a few strides towards the other woman. He stopped a mere foot away.
Samantha pulled out her wand, sleek, and white, and pointed it between his eyes. "Samantha Jonson. The sister of the girl you're abusing, fucker." She hissed. "I'm going to assume you don't know about what I can do?"
True to her thoughts, he stared at the wand like she really was just waving a stick in his face. Smirking, with a vivid image in her mind, and a wisp of sand colored smoke, Samantha sent the man into a dreamless, stasis-like sleep, speaking the incantation, "Dormiste," with conviction. He would sleep for several days.
Letting him fall to the floor, Samantha quickly swept over to her twin huddled on the floor, and reached into her bag to pull out a healing salve she always had on hand. Sevanna stared at her sister as she applied it to her bruising cheek.
"Sammy? What-" She cut herself off staring at the shorter woman.
Samantha smiled, looking far too carefree for the situation. "Yup! I know, I know, I look so different from the last time you saw me, where's the outrageous coloring? Where's the funky glasses? Where are all of the gadgets? What the hell happened to your hair?" Sevanna could only nod as she watched her reach for the bruising arm, and begin applying the slave to the smarting limb. "I'm having a spider-man binge to be completely honest. Reds and blues. Be glad I didn't show up in my spider-man costume!" The blond snorted, holding back a shocked laugh, making Samantha feel rather accomplished. "I started wearing contacts when the glasses started getting in the way at work, which is to say, a long time ago. Gadgets on the other hand, I had no choice over." Closing off the vial and putting it back in her bag, she pulled out her wand once more, eyeing the mess she was crouch in with distain. "Magic messes technology up royally. I didn't want to kill my babies, so I don't take them with me very often." Lifting her sister by her forearms, she pointed at the hot chocolate and the glass, speaking a quick, "Reparo, scourgify," And levitating it to the kitchen. "I'll go make some more."
Sevanna could only stare at the place her sister had once stood, absolutely flabbergasted. Her sister had grown up exponentially since she had last seen her, and that hair. There was nothing strange about it, which if she was completely honest she had expected her sister to go… green or something, but the change was more shocking than anything else she had seen just now. The long messy brown locks that her sister had threatened to cut off… had actually been cut off. The young woman looked as though she had shaved her head mere months ago! It looked like a military cut; there was barely anything there at all.
Glancing once at her… ex, for even she couldn't stay with someone who would willingly, and soberly, harm her, no matter how much she might love them, Sevanna left him asleep on the floor, following her younger sister into the kitchen. "Sammy?"
"Hey Sevy!" She was greeted with a very enthusiastic grin, and utensils floating around the room. "Sevy, I'm making us all hot chocolate, Savvy?"
She chuckled, "Savvy, Sammy." Looking around, she couldn't help the awe that crept into her tone. "I'll never get tired of seeing you do magic like this."
Giggling, the brunette, danced her way through her magic and flying objects, and gripped the edges of her shirt. "Little boy in need of my charm?" She enquired shortly, eyes wide and curious, and butt wagging back and forth, looking every part a puppy.
Sevanna felt a surge of relief. While her sister had changed much, there were still things that remained in the girl she hadn't seen in so many years. "The door beside where… Damian is lying." She grimaced at the thought of the man. With a nod the 'puppy' skipped over to the exit of the kitchen.
"Bring in the hot chocolate when it's done!"
That gave Sevanna time to think about everything that had happened this morning.
Samantha, absently kicked the man in the hallway before crouching down by his head. Raising her wand to his forehead, and concentrating with her limited Legimency skills, she skimmed the surface of his mind and, "obliviate" erased the memories of Sevanna bringing home the boy, who looked strikingly familiar, and any and all events she herself had been involved in. No need to really break the Statute of Secrecy here in Europe. Magic was so much more lax in North America.
Stuffing her wand into its holster, hoping she wouldn't need it again today, Samantha turned to the room the little boy was supposed to be in. There was no one in sight when she entered, but from what she saw in the vile man's memories, he seemed very skittish, and the sounds from right outside the room he was all but shoved into, he probably found a way to hide in the room.
Instead of searching the room, she stood in the middle and listened. Fast, muffled breathing could be heard from under the bed, and Samantha was immediately concerned. He sounded as though he was on the verge of hyperventilating. Brows furrowed, and with a concerned frown, more like a pout, on her face, Samantha made sure to push the door open as far as it would go before sitting on the floor a little ways away from the bed. Tilting herself from her seated position, she allowed herself to fall onto her side so she could gaze under the bed. Her eyes locked with terrified green ones. She could feel a strong magical signature around the boy and felt a surge of grief. He was hurt because he was different.
"'S okay, kiddo." Samantha whispered. "The mean man's gone." When the boy continued to cower, though his breathing slowed considerably, Samantha waited a moment before continuing, keeping eye contact. "I'm Sevanna's sister. My name is Samantha."
There was silence for several minutes, but she was patient. She had dealt with this kind of thing before in the ministry.
"Harry." He said eventually, prompting Samantha to give him a bright smile. It encouraged him to finish. "Harry Potter."
Harry Potter, boy-who-lived, savior of the wizarding world in Britain, was here in her sister's home, injured, cowering, and showing extremely obvious signs of child abuse. Looks like Britain can't take care of their own saviors half as well as anyone else. What were they thinking? Sending the boy to an abusive environment was enough, be it muggle school by the guardians or to the guardians by… whoever his magical guardian is, but that wouldn't have been so bad if they had checked up on him, and got him out!
Samantha didn't let her thoughts show on her face, still smiling at the little boy, and came up with a plot. "Harry, that's a wonderful name. Well, Harry dear, would you like to see some… magic?" She grinned childishly, exited to see the reactions of such a young wizard.
Harry however, back further under the bed, looking at the happy woman suspiciously. "Magic doesn't exist." He stated resolutely, though Samantha could see a slight confliction about the statement in his eyes. "Uncle Vernon says so."
The woman continued smiling, fuming at the man on the inside. "Uncle Vernon sounds like he's in denial~" She sung. "Harry, magic is real, it's just that not everyone can do it. Your Uncle sounds like one of those that can't use magic." The green eyed boy nodded hesitantly in agreement. "Now, You and me, Harry; That's another story. We're special." The look in his eye was something Samantha recognized thoroughly and she decided to keep the subject there for a moment. "A lot of the non-magic people call us strange, or freaks, but we're not. If you and me were freaks, how could so many magicals be walking around unnoticed? Harry, if you were a freak, that would make me a freak, and if you and me are freaks, then what does that say for the thousands, even millions of wizards and witches global? You're not a freak Harry Potter. No, when you grow up, you will actually be one of the most powerful men in both the wizarding and muggle – non magical – societies." There was a long pause, where she could hear his sniffling. "Okay?" She asked him quietly.
"'Kay…" He hiccupped.
"Harry, you wanna come out for some-
"Hot chocolate's done!" Sevanna called out hesitantly.
"…Hot chocolate." Samantha finished lamely, sighing. Smiling weakly at the boy, she got up off of the floor, and held out a hand to him. "Shall we?"
After a short issue with sitting at the table, of all things, -they wouldn't even let you sit at the table? – That's totally barbaric!- the three green eyed inhabitants of the apartment, one beside the boy, the other across, silently sipped their hot-chocolate while Samantha contemplated how to break everything to the child. He was the freaking boy-who-lived and she knew that Britain believed that they needed him, for their future safety. She mentally scoffed. The boy is what, 6 now? How was a child supposed to protect them from future dark lords? He doesn't even know anything about magic at this point… If he doesn't know about his heritage…
"Hey, Harry?" The boy looked up, doe eyed and with a light brown milk mustache. Smiling, she reached over and brushed it off, ignoring his flinch to the best of her ability. She got straight to the point "What did your uncle tell you about your parents?"
"Nothin'." He mumbled. "Aunt Petunia told me they died in a car crash…"
Sevanna gasped, making him look up worriedly. "How could she tell you that? You can't be any older than 5!"
"6." Both Harry and Samantha answered. The boy looked at the woman in confusion. "You're Aunty's really mean to tell you that, Harry. You know, you and your parents are famous among our kind." He looked scandalized, her twin, shocked. "You should recognize his name, Sevy. Harry Potter, Boy-who-lived." The woman groaned and dropped her head on the table, mumbling about how she knew that already. "You're famous because you're alive, Harry."
"Why?" He all but shouted. "You're lying! Magic isn't real, there is no 'our kind', I can't be famous!"
While the boy continued to freak out, Samantha smiled and pulled out her wand. Harry froze and stared at it. She flicked it at him and he threw his hands up to his hair as it turned light brown. "Magic," She started sternly. "Is more real that logic and law, Harry. Your Parents didn't die in a car crash." Her tone softened as she picked up his hand and cradled it, looking at the pristine white bandages that surrounded it, noting that her sister had done a very professional job. "They were targeted; murdered, hun."
"Sammy!" One twin smiled up at her scandalized sister, slightly confused, wordlessly encouraging her to continue. "How can you say that to him! He doesn't need to hear about… about that yet! Let him grow up first."
Samantha smiled up at her, before turning her eyes back to the child. Wandlessly, she spelled a calming draught into his system. "Better to erase the lies before they take over someone's life. Harry, I spelled your hair another color, but if you need more proof… I can take you to Diagon Alley." Harry looked pensive at the suggestion, unsure of what he was supposed to say, but Sevanna looked excited.
The blond jumped up from her chair, a huge grin on her face. "Can I go! I haven't gone since we were 12! Oh, I'm so excited!" And she was gone.
Smiling at Harry, gently squeezing his hand still held in hers, she asked again. "Do you want to go? The magic there is unmistakable, and almost anyone should be able to tell you about your parents, why you're famous, and what your parents have left for you."
"Left for me?" His still black brows furrowed.
"Your Daddy was part of high society, hun; James Potter was rich." She smiled at his gaping face. Maybe we could wait until tomorrow, let you think. I'm sure Sevy would love to go there for our birthday- Hey, it's your birthday tomorrow too, isn't it?" He nodded. "Tomorrow it is! I'll spoil you like you've never been before!" She laughed. He looked like he was stuck between being relieved, being disappointed, and being overwhelmed.
"I can't find my bottomless pouch, Sammy! I can't find it!" Came Sevanna's shouts, and Samantha laughed.
Watching the brunette in front of him laugh, and palming his hair with his free hand, Harry couldn't help but smile. The nice ladies seemed to like him, and this one is strong enough to knock out the big mean man for what she said would be days. Maybe he would be safe for a while here… Maybe things would get better… Maybe… Maybe he wouldn't have to go back…