Haylee Potter and the sorcerer's stone

Haylee's perspective

Harry Potter and the characters belong to Jk Rowling, I only own mine!

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I watch as the snake-like-man steps over my father's body and moves up the stairs. I wait behind the couch, where my father put me, for him to jump up from where he is lying, come and pick me up, and say that this was all one of his magnificent muggle magic-tricks. I am too young to understand this was never going to happen. I see another flash of green light, and I hear my Mother's scream from upstairs and a high-pitched, cruel, evil, laugh. I see another flash right after, but no laugh.

Even though a little one year old me can't understand anything happening at this moment, I can feel the sadness in the air. I start to cry, cry, and cry.

A big, bearded man comes through the door and up the stairs. He comes back with my crying twin brother, and walks up to me. He picks me up too, and we exit the house. I hear a rumble, and I know exactly what is coming. I look up into the sky and see two headlights. A very small smile creeps onto my face when a giant motorbike lands in front of us. A man gets off and walks up to us, he was clearly crying. "Padfoo'!" I say. That is the only word I know. The man smiles warmly down at me. "Hello there Hayles" The man, padfoot, says. He turns to the giant. "Give them to me, Hagrid! I'm their godfather" He pleads. "No can do Sirius. Dumbledore's orders" The giant, Hagrid, explains. Padfoot nods. "Okay, well take my bike, it'll get you there faster" Padfoot says, giving Hagrid keys. "Thanks Sirius" Hagrid smiles. Padfoot reaches into his pocket with a sniffle and gives me a stuffed toy. "This somehow got into my bag" He chuckles. The stuffie is a black dog. I know that this didn't just "get into" his bag, it has tags and everything. "I named him Padfoot, after me!" He says "Take care of it". Hagrid goes over to the bike and places Harry and I both into the side car. "Don't forget me, Harry, Hayles. Don't forget Leo either" Padfoot whispers. Hagrid gets in too, and off we fly away. I start to cry "Padfoo'! Padfoo'!". "Shhh, shh, it'll be alright" Hagrid soothes. After my crying ends I soon drift off to sleep.

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I woke up to banging from outside my room. Ugh. This is how Dudley likes to wake up my brother, by jumping on the stairs, knowing full well that Harry is asleep under it. I groan and get up. "STOP!" I shout. The banging on the stairs doesn't stop. I roll my eyes and get dressed. I think about the dream I had. I know it isn't real. My parents died in a car crash, but this "dream" is the only "memory" I have of them. I have a stuffed dog like that too, and it's called padfoot, but that can't be how I got it. I suspect that Aunt Petunia got it for me when I was younger. She always liked me better than Harry, I don't know why though. I supposed that it's because I have red hair, like my Mum she tells me. That always cheers me up to hear. "HAYLEE! Wake up! It's Duddykins birthday" Petunia screeches. Well, that spoils my day, not that it was going to be splendid or anything, it never is, but I really don't want to spend the day with Ms Figg. I get out of my room. It's the smallest room in the house. I don't know why they won't let Harry move out of the cupboard and into my room, there's enough room. I go down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Girl, Help your brother," Uncle Vernon orders, pointing to where my brother is cooking. "Good morning to you too, I had a wonderful night, thanks for asking" I mumble sarcastically. "No talking back" Vernon barks. I sigh and go over to get juice. "Help your brother with the cooking!" Vernon says. I put on a smile, and ask in my nicest voice, "Do you want a cup of juice Uncle Vernon? Because I'm pretty sure that Duddy does". Harry is frying eggs while I pour a cup of juice for Dudley, who is busy counting his presents. Spoiled brat, I think. "Thirty-six" He said looking at his mother and father "That's two less than last year". Aunt Petunia goes to say something but I interrupt "Aww Duddy, are you learning to count? You missed one" I tease. They all ignore me. "Darling, you haven't counted Auntie Marge's present, see, it's here under this big one from Mummy and Daddy" Aunt Petunia says. I roll my eyes and turn to go back upstairs. Harry gives me a questionable look, to which I give him a smile. I walk up the stairs and into my room. I decided to not deal with Dudley today. I HATE his birthday. A while later I hear the doorbell ring. Shoot! That means Dudley's best friend, Piers Polkiss, is here. "HAYLEE!" Petunia calls. I sigh and make my way downstairs. I walk over to Harry while Piers and Dudley greet each other. "Mrs Figg broke her leg" He says excitedly "We get to go with them to the zoo!". No way am I going to spend the day with Dudley and Piers. Piers always seemed to like, like me. It is creepy. I go over to Petunia and put on a winning smile "Aunt Tuney?" I ask. She turns to me, looking tired. "Can I stay here while you guys are at the zoo?" I ask, she looks skeptical "I mean, I won't ruin the place, you know that, and it is one less person to pay for" I reason.

It took a lot of reasoning, but here we are half an hour later, and I am staying back. I wave to them from the door before I shut it. What to do first? I go to the kitchen and grab an apple. Then I go upstairs. I could go on the tv, but I might get caught. I hear the doorbell again. I sigh and go back downstairs. I open the door to find a stack of mail. Great! I flick through them...but ones for me? I drop the stack on a table, and go to my room with this one. I look at the envelope.

Miss H. Potter

Smallest bedroom

4. privet drive

Little whining

Surrey

Who could be writing to me? I opened it.

Dear Miss Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term starts on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.

Minerva Mcgonagall

Deputy Headmistress

"What a load of dung" I mutter before throwing it in the trash. Dudley probably thought this would be a funny joke. I lay on my bed and stare at the ceiling.

I have lived with my Aunt, Uncle, and cousin since I was one, when my parents got killed in a car crash. I don't love it here. Harry is constantly abused, and my mouth often gets me in trouble. When we were younger, Harry and I dreamed about some unknown relative coming to take us away from this horrible place. But it never happened; the dursleys are our only family. Yet sometimes we think (or maybe hope) that the strangers in the street seem to know us. Very strange strangers they were, too. A tiny man with a purple top hat had once bowed to Harry while we were out shopping with Aunt Petunia and Dudley. After asking Harry if he knew this man, Aunt Petunia rushed us out of the store without buying anything. A wild-looking woman dressed all in green had waved merrily to us while on a bus. A bald man in a very long purple coat had actually shaken our hands the other day before walking away without saying a word. Two boys, one with black hair and mysterious grey eyes and another boy with light brown hair and chocolatey eyes, smiled sadly at me -as though they knew what Harry and I have been through- once while getting groceries before a man with scars whisked them away. The weirdest thing about these people is that they vanish the second that Harry and I try to get a closer look.

At school, Harry and I only have each other. Everybody knows that Dudley's gang hates that odd Harry Potter with his baggy clothes and broken glasses, and his red headed twin, and nobody liked to disagree with Dudley's gang.

(A/N: Well, I already have this story on my quotev -Mischief Managed- I just thought I'd add it here!)