The Wrong Potter

Prolouge

Start of third year (because I'm lazy as shit)

Hayley potter. Yeah you probably haven't heard of me. I'm the twin sister to Brandon potter. Yeah the boy who lived. I mean that never really affected me. Until I was 3. Then my family kinda forgot I existed. It started when I wasn't called down for meals anymore. And then I wasn't told when they were leaving. And the. My birthday was never celebrated and I never received any presents from my family, none except uncle moony of course. But then dad found out that he was spending time with me and not Brandon, dad wouldn't let him come over again, unless it was for my brother. I never got any mail. Dad always got the mail, and threw out anything for me.

I was basically raised by a house elf. Whenever I needed things I would get it from the house elf. Me and midge (my house elf) have always been close, after my parents stoped noticing me she took it upon herself to do everything that a parent would.

Thankfully my parents have given me a trust volt. They completely forgot that money from the potter volt is transferred to mine and Brandon's trust volt every month. Of course Brandon gets more than me, but i have enough money in there to last me a lifetime. I've never had to ask my parents for anything.

When I was four my mother had another child. They kinda forgot she exsisted, so I started looking after her. Me and Abogail (abi) grew close. A very close bond.

When I went to hogwarts I was sorted into Slytherin house. Then my parents remembered I existed. I got a howler the very next day saying some quite rude and hurtful things.

I never really fit in in Slytherin house. I was often bullied, ignored, or considered an outcast. I passed my classes with exceptional Marks's. I even got the highest grade in the year. Even higher than Hermione granger.

In my first year I met an amazing girl named Chelsea. She was a Muggleborn witch sorted into Slytherin house. Me and her were as close as anything. During exams lat year, she grew tired of the torments and ended her own life. I found her lying on the bathroom floor with her razor blade in her hand. I never cried, I haven't cried since I was five. But a part of me left that night with her. My grades slipped and I was no longer top of year.

I still passed l but it wasn't my best. The teachers never noticed, and I wanted more than anything In the world to give up. But I know Chelsea wouldn't want that. I'm doing this for her. Not for anyone else but for her. Every year on her birthday and Christmas and Easter, I always sit at her grave. Her grave sits in the school.

After her death my life had no meaning. I started to loose all hope. Is stopped caring. I stopped eating, and I stopped playing quidditch. I started skipping classes and I even started to self harm. All while dealing with everything at home

My parents hating me, my brothers being the boy who lived, and school.

And that why you've never heard of me