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drownedinlight) wrote2011-06-24 10:47 pm
drownedinlight) wrote2011-06-24 10:47 pm
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Another girl harry revamp. One day I'll stop and just write the story
I’m trying to think about how to put this all down, but it’s only resulted in a lot of starring at the black page waiting for something to happen. The fact is I told Albus Dumbledore many years ago that I was not simply going to tell anyone what happened to me, how I became so strong and so talented. But, I do not think this will be simple at all. There are many pieces to my story, but most of them are tellings. My end is here, and my middle could be in any number of places. But my beginning is with Tom Marvolo Riddle, also once known as Lord Voldemort and Albus Dumbledore. You see, between the two of them, they created me. Not in any sort of unusual way, but in the sort of way that they both put me on the path to my destiny. –From the Autobiography of High Lady Teresa Jessamine Potter
Albus Dumbledore examined the twin babies in front of him. He would need to be absolutely sure in what he told Lily and James, and the world at large for that matter. Both babes looked identical as they slept, their dark hair mussed on their scalps, their eyes, the only distinguishing feature between them, closed in sleep. They had, not an hour ago just escaped death, death from the wand of Lord Voldemort no less. And one of them had survived the killing curse, rebounding back to the dark lord. Albus needed to decide just which one had done that.
Landon Potter was the boy of the two, already very magically strong, had shown accidental magic to his parents already, was a boisterous baby and showed a fierce protectiveness to his sister. Or so Lily and James reported. The girl, Teresa, had apparently demonstrated no magic insofar, and was a quiet child. Lily often complained that she never knew when something was wrong with the baby because of how quiet she was. She probably would be magically strong, but at this age without the accidental magic, there was no way of telling.
Albus waved his wand over the two, casting a residue revealing charm. There, there was the proof that Landon Potter was the savior of the wizarding world. Teresa was clean of all magical energy, but Landon appeared to still have residue on him, no doubt from absorbing and rebounding the killing curse. It made Albus wonder what was in store for the boy. After all, Albus believed that the dark lord was not dead, and would probably share these beliefs with Lily and James. The two were young, but they had pushed almost everyone involved with the Order to have some form of training in combat. They would want the same for their son, especially for their son.
He turned to Teresa, and watched as the baby girl opened her eyes. What would this mean, for this child? Likely, he would get the government to allow for Landon to train, but Teresa would not have such an excuse as being the savior of the world. No doubt Lily and James would need to give Landon more attention, Albus would even encourage it, to make sure his education was being provided properly, to make sure he was safe. Teresa would not get the same opportunities as her brother; she might just become jaded. And if she was as powerful as her brother…Albus almost shuttered at the thought of a Dark Lady rising.
Teresa reached up and grabbed his wand, wish he had held too low over her. She began to suck on the end before he managed to pull it away.
“No, baby,” he chided gently, patting her belly, which she seemed to like. “Wands are not for you. Not yet.” Or ever.
Albus had two options, three really, if he allowed for time.
The first was, he could bind Teresa’s magic right here, on the spot, and allow Lily and James to think it an accident of nature. Squibs happened more often now, though they were still spoken of in soft tones. It was possible, as the girl had shown no magical prowess so far. She would never have the chance to overtake her brother once he conquered the dark lord, and never have a chance to turn to the dark side.
Or, he could take her under his wing. Try harder to allow her to have a wand at the same age as her brother. Say, she could be his protector, someone to watch his back. The two were twins; he could say they likely had a special connection, a bond. But she could still become jaded. She likely would, doing half the work between them, but Landon would likely always get the credit for any task she performed. She would be in his shadow even more so. She still might turn dark.
Or, Albus could wait, and see how things developed. He could always bind her magic later if she proved too dark. But he had been down this road before with Tom. He had always waited to see what Tom would do, always given Tom a second chance. Tom turned into one of the worst madmen Britain had ever seen. Albus sighed. He hated to do it to such a sweet babe, a girl who held so much potential, but there were too many possibilities for Teresa Potter. Albus waved his wand over her, she still trying to catch it, and muttered the phrase for the binding spell.
No one would ever know. No one would figure out. Lily and James looked just as happy to get their babies back as they would have if he had not done it. Their faces turned grim, the same way they might have if he had not done it. Everything was still the same as if he had never bound the magic inside of Teresa Potter.
Except there was something Albus Dumbledore did not know. Magic had to go somewhere, and Teresa Potter’s was not content to lay dormant in her body. What would have normally been expressed as accidental magic turned into something else. Little did Albus Dumbledore know that he had just created his greatest enemy ever.
Tessa Potter, shortly after she turned two, started to remember everything. She took in everything around her, more than Mum, Dad and Landon noticed at any rate. As she got older, she also realized that she was smarter than she was supposed to be, for her age that is. She started solving the rune puzzle in the paper at four when she had studied them enough to know what they meant. Mum taught her to read and set her loose in the Potter library and by the time she was five, Tessa nearly had everything there read. Mum and Dad often had to visit with Landon and his teachers, but Tessa did not mind, after all, she had the book.
Not just a book, but then book, the very book that the library depended on. Because it had every single book in the library behind its spine, and then some. It even had unfinished books written by other Potters.
“Daddy, who was Walter Potter?” she asked one evening when her father was reading the Prophet. He looked up at her, head slightly tilted, brows drawn together.
“Where did you hear that name, poppet?”
“In a book,” she replied. It was a fairly standard answer for the things she asked questions about.
“Well, let me see…he would have been my great-great-great-great-grandfather I do believe,” James said. “That means he was a one greater grandfather for you. He was an inventor and an unspeakable.”
“Oh, thank you,” Tessa replied.
“No problem, poppet,” James replied, turning back to the newspaper.
It took her a little longer, but Tessa figured out that the unfinished books were the work journals of her ancestors. Some of them were actually finished; some of her ancestors had done great work. But when Tessa got bored, she would go and look through them. When the books on arithmacy, runes, and other books began to bore her, she went back to the experiments and began completing them. It was slow, but sure as she worked through each one. She saved Walters’ for last, because there was something about his experiments that she really liked, that she felt she would need someday. She had no idea why she would need any of them as most of them involved time travel or controlling time, but for some reason she thought she needed them.
She found out why when she heard her parents discussing her and the word squib came up.
“We can’t keep denying it James!” Lily said. “We need to send her to primary school so she can get into a secondary.”
“I know…it’s just I can’t help wondering what went wrong! Landon’s strong, everyone says so! But how did she become a squib? I just don’t understand. There’s never been a squib in the Potter family, and you’re new blood…this shouldn’t have happened.” Lily sighed.
“Sometimes these things do…accidents happen.”
Tessa froze at the words. That’s all she was to her parents. An accident. Tessa felt a little cold grow inside of her. She wanted away from Potter manor. So she went outside and ran all the way to the village. She stopped at the village library and went in, requesting a library card. The librarian was excited to see that someone Tessa’s age was so interested in reading.
“Would you like me to point you toward the children’s section?” the librarian asked, when Tessa’s library card had been laminated.
“Mathematics and science please,” Tessa replied. “And could you show me how to look up secondary schools? I would like to research them.”
“Oh, but you can’t be more than eight!” the librarian replied with a giggle.
“I’m nine, actually, and I’ll be ten very soon,” Tessa replied, even if she would not really turn ten for another full year. The librarian did not need to know that. “I would like to apply to one that’s right for me.”
“Well, all right. I’ll show you some pamphlets. You know something? There was a school that just sent one out to us, school for the arts and sciences I believe. Gifted children. Are you gifted, dear?”
“Yes ma’am, I’m very smart.” Tessa smiled politely, as the librarian handed over some pamphlets, the one she mentioned on the top of the pile. Then she pointed Tessa in the direction of the mathematics and science section, and Tessa looked through a number of them, before she checked a large stack out. She walked all the way back home, but the burning in her arms was worth it. She started researching mundane math and science. And she looked through the large pamphlet of the school for arts and sciences.
They preferred that she had both arts and sciences. Tessa had taught herself piano and played it well enough in the opinion of anyone who had heard. Though she wondered if it was good enough. She would just have to see when she went to interview. She drew fairly well, but was not sure if she could call herself “gifted” in that area. She knew several languages, from the language tapes Lily had left around the manor. And of course, once she figured out the mathematics and the science, she would have that down as most definitely gifted. The school also liked it if students kept themselves open to new experiences, and Tessa figured she could do that.
So, a few months before her tenth birthday, Tessa sent for an application to this school. She filled it out, completing their aptitude test, and writing a few essays on what she wanted to do with herself (she had checked out a special book several months earlier on how to write essays, and in her opinion, she had gotten quite good at it). She sent it off, listing all of her qualifications and the things she would be open to, and no, thank you, she would not need a scholarship.
She received a letter in a few weeks, stamped with the words, “rush delivery.”
Albus Dumbledore examined the twin babies in front of him. He would need to be absolutely sure in what he told Lily and James, and the world at large for that matter. Both babes looked identical as they slept, their dark hair mussed on their scalps, their eyes, the only distinguishing feature between them, closed in sleep. They had, not an hour ago just escaped death, death from the wand of Lord Voldemort no less. And one of them had survived the killing curse, rebounding back to the dark lord. Albus needed to decide just which one had done that.
Landon Potter was the boy of the two, already very magically strong, had shown accidental magic to his parents already, was a boisterous baby and showed a fierce protectiveness to his sister. Or so Lily and James reported. The girl, Teresa, had apparently demonstrated no magic insofar, and was a quiet child. Lily often complained that she never knew when something was wrong with the baby because of how quiet she was. She probably would be magically strong, but at this age without the accidental magic, there was no way of telling.
Albus waved his wand over the two, casting a residue revealing charm. There, there was the proof that Landon Potter was the savior of the wizarding world. Teresa was clean of all magical energy, but Landon appeared to still have residue on him, no doubt from absorbing and rebounding the killing curse. It made Albus wonder what was in store for the boy. After all, Albus believed that the dark lord was not dead, and would probably share these beliefs with Lily and James. The two were young, but they had pushed almost everyone involved with the Order to have some form of training in combat. They would want the same for their son, especially for their son.
He turned to Teresa, and watched as the baby girl opened her eyes. What would this mean, for this child? Likely, he would get the government to allow for Landon to train, but Teresa would not have such an excuse as being the savior of the world. No doubt Lily and James would need to give Landon more attention, Albus would even encourage it, to make sure his education was being provided properly, to make sure he was safe. Teresa would not get the same opportunities as her brother; she might just become jaded. And if she was as powerful as her brother…Albus almost shuttered at the thought of a Dark Lady rising.
Teresa reached up and grabbed his wand, wish he had held too low over her. She began to suck on the end before he managed to pull it away.
“No, baby,” he chided gently, patting her belly, which she seemed to like. “Wands are not for you. Not yet.” Or ever.
Albus had two options, three really, if he allowed for time.
The first was, he could bind Teresa’s magic right here, on the spot, and allow Lily and James to think it an accident of nature. Squibs happened more often now, though they were still spoken of in soft tones. It was possible, as the girl had shown no magical prowess so far. She would never have the chance to overtake her brother once he conquered the dark lord, and never have a chance to turn to the dark side.
Or, he could take her under his wing. Try harder to allow her to have a wand at the same age as her brother. Say, she could be his protector, someone to watch his back. The two were twins; he could say they likely had a special connection, a bond. But she could still become jaded. She likely would, doing half the work between them, but Landon would likely always get the credit for any task she performed. She would be in his shadow even more so. She still might turn dark.
Or, Albus could wait, and see how things developed. He could always bind her magic later if she proved too dark. But he had been down this road before with Tom. He had always waited to see what Tom would do, always given Tom a second chance. Tom turned into one of the worst madmen Britain had ever seen. Albus sighed. He hated to do it to such a sweet babe, a girl who held so much potential, but there were too many possibilities for Teresa Potter. Albus waved his wand over her, she still trying to catch it, and muttered the phrase for the binding spell.
No one would ever know. No one would figure out. Lily and James looked just as happy to get their babies back as they would have if he had not done it. Their faces turned grim, the same way they might have if he had not done it. Everything was still the same as if he had never bound the magic inside of Teresa Potter.
Except there was something Albus Dumbledore did not know. Magic had to go somewhere, and Teresa Potter’s was not content to lay dormant in her body. What would have normally been expressed as accidental magic turned into something else. Little did Albus Dumbledore know that he had just created his greatest enemy ever.
Tessa Potter, shortly after she turned two, started to remember everything. She took in everything around her, more than Mum, Dad and Landon noticed at any rate. As she got older, she also realized that she was smarter than she was supposed to be, for her age that is. She started solving the rune puzzle in the paper at four when she had studied them enough to know what they meant. Mum taught her to read and set her loose in the Potter library and by the time she was five, Tessa nearly had everything there read. Mum and Dad often had to visit with Landon and his teachers, but Tessa did not mind, after all, she had the book.
Not just a book, but then book, the very book that the library depended on. Because it had every single book in the library behind its spine, and then some. It even had unfinished books written by other Potters.
“Daddy, who was Walter Potter?” she asked one evening when her father was reading the Prophet. He looked up at her, head slightly tilted, brows drawn together.
“Where did you hear that name, poppet?”
“In a book,” she replied. It was a fairly standard answer for the things she asked questions about.
“Well, let me see…he would have been my great-great-great-great-grandfather I do believe,” James said. “That means he was a one greater grandfather for you. He was an inventor and an unspeakable.”
“Oh, thank you,” Tessa replied.
“No problem, poppet,” James replied, turning back to the newspaper.
It took her a little longer, but Tessa figured out that the unfinished books were the work journals of her ancestors. Some of them were actually finished; some of her ancestors had done great work. But when Tessa got bored, she would go and look through them. When the books on arithmacy, runes, and other books began to bore her, she went back to the experiments and began completing them. It was slow, but sure as she worked through each one. She saved Walters’ for last, because there was something about his experiments that she really liked, that she felt she would need someday. She had no idea why she would need any of them as most of them involved time travel or controlling time, but for some reason she thought she needed them.
She found out why when she heard her parents discussing her and the word squib came up.
“We can’t keep denying it James!” Lily said. “We need to send her to primary school so she can get into a secondary.”
“I know…it’s just I can’t help wondering what went wrong! Landon’s strong, everyone says so! But how did she become a squib? I just don’t understand. There’s never been a squib in the Potter family, and you’re new blood…this shouldn’t have happened.” Lily sighed.
“Sometimes these things do…accidents happen.”
Tessa froze at the words. That’s all she was to her parents. An accident. Tessa felt a little cold grow inside of her. She wanted away from Potter manor. So she went outside and ran all the way to the village. She stopped at the village library and went in, requesting a library card. The librarian was excited to see that someone Tessa’s age was so interested in reading.
“Would you like me to point you toward the children’s section?” the librarian asked, when Tessa’s library card had been laminated.
“Mathematics and science please,” Tessa replied. “And could you show me how to look up secondary schools? I would like to research them.”
“Oh, but you can’t be more than eight!” the librarian replied with a giggle.
“I’m nine, actually, and I’ll be ten very soon,” Tessa replied, even if she would not really turn ten for another full year. The librarian did not need to know that. “I would like to apply to one that’s right for me.”
“Well, all right. I’ll show you some pamphlets. You know something? There was a school that just sent one out to us, school for the arts and sciences I believe. Gifted children. Are you gifted, dear?”
“Yes ma’am, I’m very smart.” Tessa smiled politely, as the librarian handed over some pamphlets, the one she mentioned on the top of the pile. Then she pointed Tessa in the direction of the mathematics and science section, and Tessa looked through a number of them, before she checked a large stack out. She walked all the way back home, but the burning in her arms was worth it. She started researching mundane math and science. And she looked through the large pamphlet of the school for arts and sciences.
They preferred that she had both arts and sciences. Tessa had taught herself piano and played it well enough in the opinion of anyone who had heard. Though she wondered if it was good enough. She would just have to see when she went to interview. She drew fairly well, but was not sure if she could call herself “gifted” in that area. She knew several languages, from the language tapes Lily had left around the manor. And of course, once she figured out the mathematics and the science, she would have that down as most definitely gifted. The school also liked it if students kept themselves open to new experiences, and Tessa figured she could do that.
So, a few months before her tenth birthday, Tessa sent for an application to this school. She filled it out, completing their aptitude test, and writing a few essays on what she wanted to do with herself (she had checked out a special book several months earlier on how to write essays, and in her opinion, she had gotten quite good at it). She sent it off, listing all of her qualifications and the things she would be open to, and no, thank you, she would not need a scholarship.
She received a letter in a few weeks, stamped with the words, “rush delivery.”