Warnings: Alternate Universe, Original Character, Powerful!Independent!Overprotective! Harry, Intelligent!Powerful!OC, SLASH, 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.), and Harry/Theo (For Now). No other pairings as of yet

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, Pigwidgeon would have died and not Hedwig (loved that owl)…

Rating: T for now it may change later

Chapter One:

Hazel watched the green-eyed Boy. The way he held himself was very much like the way they father did. Hazel could remember any and everything. Mrs. Jameson had explain that she had eidetic memory which was the ability to recall images, sounds, or objects in memory with extreme precision in Mrs. Jameson's words. Hazel had often found herself going over a one memory of her mother and father. She had often seen a green eyed boy but in those memories she was too young to understand most of their words because they spoke baby talk most of the time. She remembered names that were repeated to her as a baby. The name Harry wasn't one, her father always referred to the green eyed baby boy as Prongset or Pup. While her mother and a shaggy looking man they called Moony would call her Cub or Flower.

"Yes. Mr. Potter will you come with me," Professor McGonagall sighed. Harry slow stepped forward not noticing the small girl nervously playing with her long hair.

"Yes, Professor," Harry said upon reaching the Woman. He was also shaking thinking that she would scold him for his use of magic outside school.

"Harry, I would like you to meet Hazel. She's… well," Minerva paused trying to figure out a way to put this to him. Harry looked over at her she had beautiful long red hair; it wasn't Weasley red it was more of an auburn like Harrys mother and bright green eyes the same shape as Harry but a shade brighter.

Molly and Arthur both gasped looking over the girl. They had both been in the Order of the Phoenix all those years ago. They had been friend with Lily and James; Hazel had Lily's eyes and beauty but also showed the natural Potter/Black looks. Hazel took notice to the pause and extended her hand.

"I'm Hazel, you may not remember me because you and I where both really young when it happened," Hazel smiled. Harry looked puzzled he had a feel deep inside that he had met her before but couldn't remember.

"Professor," Hazel smiled up at Minerva a hint of mischief in her green-eye. 'Oh she is her father's Daughter' Minerva smiled.

"Harry, Hazel is your sister." Minerva said which was followed by a chorus of gasps from the Weasley family.

"Sister? I have a… sister? But- but- my parents died…" Harry shuttered.

"Yes, Hazel was born before that happened."

"August 29th," Hazel smiled.

"But- But why wasn't I told. Surly someone knew. Where has she been all this time? Why wasn't she with me?" Harry said is voice filled with hurt.

"I wasn't told. You-Know-Who was after them. They were in hiding for a very long time not many people saw them. Hazel grew up in a Muggle all Girls Orphanage we can only guess how she got there."

"I know… I was left at a hospital after a month of waiting then took me to the Orphanage," Hazel informed them.

"Harry, Hazel is going to be staying with me for the rest of the summer. Harry you are welcome to come us. My nieces, nephews, and grandchildren are visiting they are very nice."

Harry took no time to accept the offer, he loved the Burrow and the people in it but this was a chance to bond with someone who shared his blood. He had a sister and that was all he really cared about.

"Well Hazel still has to get her wand and books. Would you like to come with us or go with the Weasleys and get your things?"

"I want to be with Hazel when she gets her wand," Harry stated.

"Okay I'll get my books," Hazel said and looked at the family her brother was with.

"Oh, Hazel this is the Weasley family. The one with the glasses is Percy, next to him are the twins Fred and George, the little girl in the middle is Ginny and this is my best mate Ron," Harry introduced. Hazel looked at the Twins whom were grinning at her. She liked them there both had the mischievous heir to them. Percy also had something about him that made him look extremely ambitious. Ginny unlike her brother was dazed by Harry looking at him like Angelina her roommate with posters of Leo Dicaprio.

"I'm Hazel. Hazel Azalea Potter," She smiled waving. Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Weasley had told Percy and Ginny to help with the books while they talked to Harry. Flourish and Blotts was full of children Juliet could only guess buying there school books as well. She grabbed the books from the list she had and then grabbed some books just for reading which surprised both Ginny and Percy. When she was reaching for Most Potent Potions and Transformation, Vanishment, Conjuration, Untransfiguration and More Ginny finally said something.

"Why are you getting so many books? It's not like you're going to use them," she said in an annoyed tone.

"I like to read. I figure if I get more books I'd be more prepared. Plus, I really don't know what is expected. It's good to know what you getting into."

"Always a good thing," Percy smiled kindly at her. Hazel smiled and walked over tripped over her foot and falling on Ginny. Both pre-teen girl's books few every. Ginny quickly picked up all the second hand books and exited the store while Percy helps Hazel with her book.

After Hazel finished buying the books and walked out with Percy. Harry stood up quickly and walked over to Hazel.

"Professor McGonagall says that we'll be staying with her she went to get my things from the Borrow."

"Okay so I need a wand."

Harry smiled and said his goodbyes to the Weasleys before leading Hazel away.

"So you grew up in an Orphanage? Was it nice," Harry asked trying to break the ice.

"Girls aren't very nice when you're… different." Hazel shrugged, "So what do you like to do?"

"Flying, reading, you know normal stuff."

"Flying? I want to fly! Will you teach me?"

"Sure I'll teach you Quidditch too."

"Yes! That sounds like fun!" Hazel smiled as they walked the shop.

Hazel wondered who Ollivander was and what he looked like. Suddenly, she felt someone creep up on her from behind her and quickly turned around. She stared up at a man with white hair and most incredible blue eyes she had ever seen.

"Ahh Mr. Potter nice to you again," were the first words Ollivander said before turning to Hazel. "Ahh other Potter, you look very much like your mother and grandmother. I can remember the wands I sold to your mother and father, and even your grandparents."

"Thank you! I'm Hazel Potter," Hazel smiled.

"Well, now —Miss Potter. Let me see." He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?"

"I'm left handed."

"Hold out your arms. That's it." He measured Hazel from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round her head. As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Miss Potter. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."

"How Interesting… so unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons are the only materials that can be a core?" Hazel asked.

"No, some on the old wand made by the other Ollivander family members will have different core materials."

"That is so interesting." Hazel said suddenly realized that the tape measure, which was measuring between her nostrils, was doing this on its own and Harry smiled. Mr. Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes.

"That will do," he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. "Right then, Miss. Potter. Try this one. Applewood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice. just take it and give it a wave." Ollivander said, putting the wand in Hazel's left hand. But as quickly as she held it, the faster he also pulled it out, while murmuring to himself, "No, no, not this one."

It went on for more than an hour Professor McGonagall had ever returned with Harry's things, Hazel trying the wands, and Ollivander pulling them out of her hands. Finally, the old man sat down from exhaustion and simply said, "Now, why don't you try calling your wand to yourself?"

"How do I do that, sir?" Hazel asked confused.

Ollivander just waved his hand and proceeded to explain, "You just have to look inside yourself and concentrate on your feelings. The wand will come to you by itself."

Hazel sighed and nodded, closing her eyes. She had no problems concentrating on her feelings. She felt a vibration shoot from her body, explaining it to herself that it was just a wave that called the wand to her. She opened her eyes, however, when she heard a gasp from the shopkeeper.

"What is it? Is something wrong?" Hazel said confused and worried. She looked over at the wand it was a dark brown, almost black in color and had a reddish handle. Hazel took the wand. She felt a sudden warmth in her fingers.

She raised the wand above her head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a golden phoenix shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the wall.

"Curious, very curious," she heard Ollivander mutter under his breath. "This wand was first want I ever made. Yew from an ancient tree and a Phoenix tears. The most curious thing is at The tree that I took the wood from made another wand one other wand. That gave your brother the scar he bears on his forehead."

Hazel gulped and looked over at Harry and Minerva.

"What is most fascinating about the wand isn't the wood but the core. The tears from this from a golden phoenix, which you can't see today, since the creature died out almost a thousand years ago the last known golden phoenix belonged to Rowena Ravenclaw. This wand was made for a Healer that would do great things."


So I'm sorry it wasn't that long. Yes when Ginny and Hazel dropped their books Hazel got the Diary