Dear Diary (Harry Potter x reader)

Year 5: Prologue

A hooded figure walked through a darkened street at midnight, hands in their pockets as they glanced around them, examining every corner of the street for potential onlookers before stopping in front of the house labelled number 4.

"You can come out now sister dearest." The figure hummed, peering toward a small flower bush "No use hiding when I can hear your thoughts."

The bush rustled for a moment before a young woman with crimson hair tied into a braid, two white streaks lying in the front stepped out.

"You shouldn't be here." The woman spoke "You know-"

"That I can't tell him anything? That he's not to know anything? I know, but what more can I say? They cursed me, remember?" The hooded girl spoke.

"What's in your pocket then?" The red-haired woman interrogated.

"An art project." The hooded girl stated, "I plan to share it with our friend in there."

"You know I can't let you-"

"What will you do if I do? Curse me? Hex me? Expel me from school? I really don't care anymore." The girl hissed.

"Where are you staying?" The elder sister asked gently.

"Here and there." The younger one stated, voice cold.

"Come stay with me, I have a spare room in my apartment, I can talk to-"

"I'll pass thanks."

"You're staying with Maia, aren't you? Her and Angel, right?"

"Perhaps."

"Kid-"

"Don't call me kid. I'm nearly 15." The younger sister hissed.

"You should know. Mother doesn't intend to let you stay with Maia for long, she knows she can't do anything now but- when you return to school- you may not be able to see her." The elder sister warned.

"Cass, if I'm being honest with you, I really don't care right now." The younger sister stated, taking a step forward, towards the house.

"Sister- Don't make me do this." 'Cass' warned, pulling out her wand "You know you can't fight back; you have the trace on you."

The younger sister however paid it no mind, taking another step forward.

"It's Moo, by the way." The younger sister mentioned.

"What?" Cass questioned, lowering her wand slightly.

"Who I'm staying with, it's not Maia or Angel, it's Moo... for now." The younger one spoke, taking another step forward.

"Hattie, stop." Cass warned, raising her wand again.

"You want to know something interesting about Grandma Aura's brand of magic?" The hooded girl mentioned, her white streaks falling over her face.

"What?" Cass questioned, knowing exactly what she was referring to.

"It's so rare to be able to wield it, so unnatural that it doesn't respond to the trace... what's more interesting, however, is it's genetic... It can skip a few generations but it's still genetic nonetheless." She spoke, pulling her own wand out to examine it.

"I knew that. Mira could wield it, what does this have to do with anything?" Cass questioned.

"Well, to put it simply sister, Mira and I were twins, identical in almost every possible way, minus the whole... seer thing." The woman hummed, her wand hand falling beside her.

"Why does this matter?" Cass asked.

"Well, it's quite simple, when Mira and I were born, although it took longer to develop in me... we both got the ability."

"What?"

The hooded woman whirled around suddenly raising her wand, releasing a small burst of what to any muggle would look like electricity, immediately stunning her sister.

"I'm sorry sister, but he has the right to know." The woman murmured "Oh, and you should be fine in about 6 minutes, you didn't get a harsher one... like Moo did last week."

With that, the woman turned towards the house, examining the rooms, making sure there were no lights on in the house before scaling up the wall, perching on a window ledge then gently opening the window to the smallest bedroom.

"Hello Harry." She murmured, glancing at the figure sleeping in the bed, she allowed her hood to fall from her head, freeing her h/c hair, she brushed a few white streaks out of her face before looking around the room, she noticed the last notes she'd left him lying on his dresser. The corners of her mouth turned down as she looked at the drawings, one of a black dog, one of a crystal ball and another of an archway. She didn't understand the drawings and yet she was the one who did them, the one who predicted what would happen.

She glanced down at the folded-up sheet of parchment in her pocket, this one she knew the meaning of, a phoenix. This one wasn't based off a vision- visions that had been growing more and more frequent- rather something she knew, something she felt Harry should know too, even if he may not be able to figure out what it meant.

She inched toward him, carefully placing the folded-up bit of parchment in his hand and closing it around it. She took one last glance around the room, suddenly thinking of an idea, pulling a spare bit of parchment out of her pocket and pulling out the inkless quill her friends that had grown up in the muggle world introduced her to (something called a 'pen'), scribbling something down on the parchment, gently placing it on his dresser, eyes widening as she heard footsteps in the hall, knowing she didn't have enough time to open the window and climb back out, she quickly ducked under the desk in Harry's room.

The door creaked open as the girl covered her mouth with her hand, evidently, someone had heard her in the room, after a minute of the person examining the room, she heard the door shut, waiting for the footsteps to retreat before letting herself rise from under the desk, eyes widening as she noticed Harry staring at her.

"Y/n?" He murmured tiredly, moving to grab his glasses.

"Shh you're dreaming, I'm not here... just lay back down and think lovely thoughts." She whispered hastily, creeping towards the window.

Harry furrowed his brows as the girl quickly grabbed his hand to stop him from grabbing his glasses.

"Go to sleep." She hissed, gently grabbing a powder from her pocket and tossing it into his face, suddenly remarkably tired, Harry nodded, falling back down to the bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

She looked at the boy sadly, releasing his hand and adjusting his blanket slightly before taking a step back.

"I wish I could do more to help you, Harry." She murmured, glancing down at her scarred arm, the veins blackened up until the end of her forearm "But I just... can't."

She adjusted her sleeve, covering the scars, and, with one final glance around the room (and leaving a small treat for Hedwig) she climbed back out the window, making her way back down the darkened streets.