Summery: Hazel Azalea Potter is the younger sister of Harry Potter. She was born a month or so before James and Lily were murder only Sirius and Remus knew about her. Hazel grew up in a Muggle all Girls Orphanage treated like an outcast and a freak. Takes Place during CoS

Warnings: Alternate Universe, Original Character, Powerful!Independent!Overprotective! Harry, Intelligent!Powerful!OC, Weasley (minus the Twin Bill and Charlie maybe Ron and Percy too) Bashing, SLASH( most likey Harry/Draco, Harry/Severus, or Harry/Blaise). Oh and Harry will me a Dom if it's Harry/Draco or Harry/Blaise (but if I feel like it I'll make it Harry/Draco/Blaise) and Harry is going to be a very overprotective big brother.

Pairing/s: Hazel Potter/ Tom Marvolo Riddle (basically because their similarities, this is not Voldemort/Hazel because of many reasons), no other pairings as of yet (mainly because I hate the canon couples HG/RW and HP/GW being my least favorite I truly only like LM/NM and FD/BW)

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, Ginny would have died and not Fred…

Rating: T for now it may change later

Chapter One:

An auburn haired girl sat curled up in her bed. The other girls had been very cruel to her last night slapping her and calling her a freak. They had always been cruel but now that the entered their adolescents, they would make fun of so much more then just her messy hair. Hazel rested hand on her knees, her long red hair draped around her face covering her pale skin. Hazel was in reality extremely beautiful, she had waist length dark red hair (she grew it out because grew all over the place), bright emerald green eyes, fair pale skin and a petite figure. But the other girls would tease her and do other horrible things to her. She heard someone enter the room, she stayed completely still so if it was her roommate Angelina she wouldn't start any trouble.

"Hazel, there's someone here to see you," the soft voice from the doorway.

"Mrs. Jameson," Hazel mumbled still not moving.
"Yes Hazel, this is Professor McGonagall. She is from a school and is here to offer you a place there." Mrs. Jameson explained softly turning back to Professor McGonagall, "She is very withdrawn."

"Miss Potter may I see your face," Professor McGonagall said gently taking a sit near Hazel on the bed. Hazel sighed and lifted her head pulling the messy curls out of her face. McGonagall gasped looking to the emeralds that was the girls eyes. This girl looked so much like Dorea Potter aside from her beautiful long dark red hair and extremely bright emeralds green that only two other people shared. There was no doubt this girl was James and Lily's daughter but how is this possible.

"Hello, my name is Minerva McGonagall the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I know this must be difficult for you to understand but you are a witch. It's a school for people who can do magic."

"It's… it's magic, what I can do?"

"What is it that you can do, Miss Potter?"

"All sorts," breathed Hazel playing with her hair."I can make things move without touching them. I can heal my body and remember things from along time ago."

"You're a witch Miss Potter a very powerful one too."

"Are you a witch too?"

"Yes, I am."

"Did you know, well do you know if my mother and father where magical?"

"Yes, if you're parent are the two I believe."

"What are their names? I only know my name because of my baby blanket had Hazel Azalea Potter on it."

"Your Fathers name was James Potter and your mothers name was Lily Potter. They were two of my best students."

"Do you know if I have any family? Alive?"

"Yes, you have a brother his name is Harry he'll be 12 soon.I take it, you are accepting your place at Hogwarts."

"Of course, Professor does Harry go there too? What's he like? Was he adopted?"

"Yes, Harry goes to Hogwarts. He is very kind, smart, and he has a big heart. No, he was not adopted he lives with your Aunt and Uncle. You're coming with me until we can sort this out. I'm sure your parents wouldn't want you here." Minerva said extending her hand.

"I can speak to different animals' cats, birds, and snakes. I found out when we've been to the country on trips — they find me, they whisper to me. Is that normal for a witch?" Hazel said taking Professor McGonagall hand.

"It is unusual," said Minerva. "And extremely rare for one witch to have all those but to of those are past down genetically and the others are random. I'm going to take you to Gringotts the do a Heritage test."

Professor McGonagall led Hazel out the Orphanage signing to forms to become her Temporary Guardian. The walked out and into an abandon ally;

"Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you too. Understand Hazel?"

"Yes Professor."

Hazel closed her eyes and heard a loud whoosh of wind and then nothing. It felt she was being pushed through a plastic tube. The air was still when Minerva finally put her down on the ground.

She told Hazel she could open his eyes now; and when Hazel did she was standing in front of a snowy white building that towered over the other little shops.

"Hazel this is Gringotts Wizarding Bank its run by goblins,"Minerva explained as they walked in.A pair of goblins bowed them through the silver doors and they were in a vast marble hall. About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses. There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these. McGonagall and Hazel made for the counter.

"Morning, Blackhorn I am here for a Heritage test."

"Yes, Follow me," Blackhorn said. McGonagall and Hazel were led to a side door that led to the deeper offices inside Gringotts. The room was dark and empty; it only held a round table with a few chairs. They all took a seat, Hazel play with her hair nervously 'What if I'm not the girl that they think I am.'

"I need a few drops of blood. Just get me your finger" Blackhorn said looking at the small girl.

"Okay sir," Hazel said giving Blackhorn her hand

Blackhorn stuck her outstretched finger with a small needle, as quick as a snake, and before Hazel could even register the pain, a couple fat droplets were already dripping onto the blank parchment below. Hazel's natural healing abilities kicked in and healed the wound. Words began to materialize starting from where the drops of blood in blood red letters.

Name: Hazel Azalea Potter

Parents: James A. Potter and Lily M. Potter nee Evans

Sibling/s: Harry J. Potter

Godparents: Remus Lupin and Persephone Lovegood

Magical abilities: Parselmouth, Avesmouth, Wolftongue, Felistongue, Self healing magic.

Heir to: House of Potter (by Blood), House of Ravenclaw (by Blood), House of Black (by Name), House of Lupin (by Name)

"Well is would seem like you are whom I thought," Minerva smiled. Hazel watched Blackhorn pull out was looked like a lump of lead and was his hand over it. Now he held up a tiny golden key.

"Now that everything seems to be in order I believe you'll want to make a withdraw."

Blackhorn held the door open for them. Hazel, who had expected more marble, was surprised. They were in a narrow stone passageway lit with flaming torches. It sloped steeply downward and there were little railway tracks on the floor. Blackhorn whistled and a small cart came hurtling up the tracks toward them. They climbed in they were and were first they just hurtled through a maze of twisting passages. Hazel really liked it, it was like a rollercoaster and she had always wanted to ride.

Hazel's eyes stung as the cold air rushed past them, but he kept them wide open. Once, she thought he saw a burst of fire at the end of a passage and twisted around to see what it was, but too late — they plunged even deeper, passing an underground lake where huge stalactites and stalagmites grew from the ceiling and floor. She smiled science had also been her best subject.

The cart stopped at last beside a small door in the passage wall, Minerva got out and had to lean against the wall to stop her knees from trembling.

Griphook unlocked the door. A lot of green smoke came billowing out, and as it cleared, Hazel gasped. Inside were mounds of gold coins. Columns of silver. Heaps of little bronze.

"All yours and your brothers," Minerva smiled when she recomposed herself. "The gold ones are Galleons, Seventeen silver Sickles to a Galleon and twenty-nine bronze Knuts to a Sickle."

Hazel filled a small bag Blackhorn gave her with three hands full of Galleons, one hand full of Sickles, and a few knuts.

One wild cart ride later they stood blinking in the sunlight outside Gringotts.

Hazel didn't know where to go first she wanted to go to the book store first but she thought maybe Minerva would know where to go first.

"Professor, where should I go first?"

"We should get your uniform first," said Minerva, nodding toward Madam Malkin's Robes for All entered Madam Malkin's shop with Minerva, feeling nervous. Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.

"Hogwarts, dear?" she said, when Hazel nodded shyly. "Got the lot here — another young lady being fitted up just now, in fact. Oh Minerva how nice to see you again."

In the back of the shop, a girl with a pale skin, waist-length, straggly, dirty blonde hair, and protuberant grey eyes standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up her long black robes. The girl was wearing earrings shaped like radishes that was the first thing to catch Hazels eyes. Madam Malkin stood Hazel on a stool next to her slipped a long robe over his head, and began to pin it to the right length.

"Hello," said the girl smiled, "I'm Luna."

"Hello Luna, I'm Hazel. I like your earrings," Hazel smiled back.

"Oh, they're Dirigible plums my mother use to grow them," Luna said sadly.

"Oh I'm sorry," Hazel said knowing that tone. Her mother was dead.

"It's okay she was a quite extraordinary witch, you know, but she did like to experiment and one of her spells went rather badly wrong one day. I was nine."

"Oh, I must have beenhorrible."

"Yes, it was rather horrible," said Luna conversationally. "I still feel very sad about it sometimes. But I've still got Dad. And anyway, it's not as though I'll never see Mum again, is it?"

"That is an amazing way to look at death," Hazel said smiling again.

"That's you done, my dear,"Madam Malkin said.

"I'll see you at Hogwarts, Luna," Hazel smiled hopping down from the footstool. She left out with Minerva. They stopped to buy parchment and quills and Potion's supplies from the Apothecary which took long then both Hazel and Minerva expected. Hazel found potions the most interested.

Walking out Hazel bumped into a boy while she was walking out of the Apothecary. He was a slender boy with sleek white-blond hair, warm gray eyes, and a pale complexion and rather sharp, pointed face.

"I'm sorry," Hazel said looking at the boy. He was with a man that looked like and older vision of the boy.

"It's okay," the boy said brushing his robes.

"Mr. Malfoy, Lucius what a pleasure to see you again,"Professor McGonagall said in a somewhat sarcastic tone.

"What a surprise to see you Minerva. Showing around a new Muggle-born," Lucius said venom filled the last word.

"That is Hogwarts Business, Lucius" countered McGonagall.

"I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy, who are you," the boy said drowning out the adults.

"I'm Hazel, what did your father just call me?" Hazel asked.

"A Muggle-born a person with Muggle parents," said Draco.

"What is a Muggle?"

"A Muggle is a non-magical person and a Muggle-born is a person that is a magical person born to Muggles like you."

"Oh, I'm not a Muggle-born. Both my parents when magical but they died when I was a baby and I lived at an Orphanage."

"What's an Orphanage?"

"It's a place where children whose parents died or parents don't want them anymore go."

"It seems horrible."

"Well Minerva you must get to Flourish and Blotts your new Defense professor is signing autograph photos with Mr. Potter," Lucius sneered. Hazel head snapped and she took off for Flourish and Blotts leaving Minerva behind.

"Hazel wait!"

As she approached it and froze waiting for Minerva to get there, she saw to a large crowd jostling outside the doors, trying to get in. The reason for this was proclaimed by a large banner stretched across the upper windows:


Will be signing copies of his autobiography


Today 12:30P. 4:30P.M.

"You can't just run off like that Miss Potter," Minerva scolded.

"I'm sorry. But he's here! I want to meet him," Hazel said longingly.

"Minnie, what are you doing here?" said aplump woman with fiery red hair.

"Molly! How lovely to see you again," Minerva said kindly.

"Mum we're ready to go," a group of redheaded children said. Hazel eye fall on a to a boy in the back with mess raven haired boy with pale skin and bright green eyes identical to her own.

"Professor, is that him," Hazel whispered.

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