Prologue.
Dee Halliwell was the firstborn child of one Petty Halliwell. She fell in love with a demon and they dated for 3 years in secret and when Petty found out she was pregnant she destroyed him and married Victor soon after she gave birth to Dee. Petty was forced to give up her daughter. She gave the child to her half-sister, Lily Potter and her husband, James. Little did she know, how much this decision would change the girl’s life in less then half a year.
On Halloween 1980 Lily & James Potter were killed by the Dark Lord Voldemort and Harry & Dee Potter were sent to live the Dursleys, their last known relatives.
Chapter One.
The Letter.
10 years passed since that horrible night. Harry Potter and Dee were still living with the Dursleys, who hated them with a passion. Dee turned out to be a very beautiful girl, she was a lot like Petty and had very strong magic both her mother’s and her father’s. What was bad with that? Well, the girl couldn’t control it and was often punished for it, healing really quickly afterwards. Harry on the other hand suffered a lot from Dudley and his gang. All in all Albus Dumbledore was royally screwed up.
-Up, get up! I want everything perfect for Dudley’s special day.
Harry groaned, he was the one to do house work, while Dee did the gardening. Why? The answer was simple – Dee had no talent for cooking and the only time she cooked something all of the Dursleys had a very severe stomachache which landed Harry with cooking and the rest of house work.
The boy waited for his cousin to stomp downstairs and then went to cook. Dee had two free hours before her chores, so she trained her telekinesis and astral projection. She knew magic was real, yet even Harry didn’t believe her, while the Dursleys punished her for it. Deirdre, more commonly known as Dee, sighed, there was a whole day before her own birthday came. Yes, that was what Dee liked – she was older than Harry. It was hard to believe that the two were siblings – Harry had emerald green eyes and messy black hair, while Dee’s hair was very tame, still black with a purple tint to it, and her eyes were icy blue, their shade changing with her mood. Harry swore that when she was angry her eyes turned red and then stripes would appear on her face, which everyone, especially Dee herself, thought rubbish.
When Dee came in, there was a very interesting argument going on. It turned out that missis Figg, an old lady, who loved cats with a passion and used to baby sit Harry & Dee, has broken her leg and was unable to watch over them. Dee thought that they would be taken to the zoo with the Dursleys, but she was left behind. The girl smiled to herself and watched the car drive away. She was about to go into the house, when an owl soared past her, dropping two letters on the floor in front of her. Dee shrugged and picked up the letters. Reaching the sitting room she sat down in an armchair and opened the letter, which said:
Dear Ms. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In closed is a list of school supplies that will be necessary for the up coming school year. First years please note that you may not bring your own broom. The Hogwarts express will be leaving from platform 9 3/4 on September the first at 11 a.m.
Sincerely Deputy Headmistress
Minerva McGonagall
Dee nodded to herself, thinking: ‘Well, now who’s crazy, I wonder if Harry will get one… Now on to the next one.’ The second letter turned out to be a big shock for her – it was a letter from her mother.
Dear Dee,
This may come as a shock for you, but you have a right to know. Lily & James are not your real parents. Lily is my half-sister, we share a father. You are now 11 years old and of course will be going to Hogwarts, it is the best place to learn magic.
Here are a few facts you have to know about yourself and our family in general. First of all, you are a Halliwell, not a Potter. Your father, my first love was a high-level demon. He lied to me, hid the fact that he was a demon. He wanted me to carry his child, when I found out, well it was too late. My mother and I had to vanquish him in self-defense. I was forced to give you to Lily, my mother made me do this, this or terminating the pregnancy. I hope Lily & James care for you.
The other important thing is your ancestry. You are descended to the four founders of Hogwarts – Godric Griffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Salazar Slitherin & Rowena Ravenclaw. Here are their signet rings, as well as their ancestry lines – Blacks and Weasleys for Hufflepuff, Warrens for Ravenclaw, Potters and Longbottoms for Griffindor and Gaunt for Slitherin. You will be their lord, which means that all of those who carry those surnames will be under your power, if they don’t want to loose their magic. You will have to solve all of their problems, even marriage. This will be a big responsibility. The Potters you know, the Grangers, part of the house of Warren, well, they are squibs, so there is only a matter of security. The house of Black… well that’s the biggest pain in the ass possible. There we have Blacks, Malfoys, Tonks and some other small families. The house of Gaunt has only one member now – LV (Tom Riddle), Weasleys – they are a nice, yet poor family. The Warrens – that’s our ancestry name. You have to know, Dee, that you have four half-sisters. From my second marriage – Prudence, Paiper & Phoebe – they will be the Charmed ones and I beg you to help them if need be. And there is also Paige, whom, like you, I had to give away. Her father was my white lighter, Sam.
And lastly, about yourself. Out of all my children you’ll probably be the most powerful one. You have all of my magical gifts, plus your father’s demonical powers. Be careful. Your father had a demonic part, you’ll probably have it too. The magical society cannot know about it, only your sisters.
With all my love,
your mother,
Patricia Halliwell Warren.
15. 07. 1988.
Dee stared into nowhere. She understood now, that she had no reason to stay at the Dursleys… except Harry, but Hogwarts, she wanted to go there and she knew that sooner or later she’ll meet her sisters and she’d be a qualified witch by then.
Time went by faster then usual and now it was Harry’s birthday. Dee was watering the plants when she heard the talk in the kitchen.
- Mom, Dad, Harry got a letter.
- Give it here, boy.
- It’s mine.
- Who’d be writing to you?
Then there was some kind of a commotion and the sound of ripping paper. Dee snickered. Somehow she knew that it was his Hogwarts letter and the Dursleys knew what it was from the start, though why would they try and keep Harry from going if they hated the two of them and magic in general with such a passion.
Dee really enjoyed the next couple of days – they were sheer chaos. They were staying in an old hut on a small island, away from all the civilization. The young witch was having a wonderful time, it was really funny watching the Dursleys go nuts about a letter. The clock hit midnight and the Halliwell heir heard Harry whispering: “Make a wish, Harry.” It was childish, yet maybe it meant that he didn’t loose faith yet.
Then it happened. There was a loud bang on the door, then another and finally the door fell down, showing a large silhouette in the door frame. Petunia screamed, Vernon paled, the boys hid and Dee continued watching, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. The large shape soon turned out to be a very big man, who gave Harry his letter.
