Harry Potter Series Rewrite (x Reader Insert) Sorcerer's Stone Pt. 1
Summary: You are Harry's twin sister. A quiet and reserved child, but with great power and destiny. While your brother is the "boy who lived" and the one who would fulfill the prophecy of saving the world, you are the one who makes the world worth saving. " Y/n Potter didn't defend that night...she absorbed."
Disclaimers: I do not own any sort of Harry Potter rights. I don't want to be sued for copywrite. Credit to the author, writers, directors, AI, Jesus Christ, and all who may be of concern. Note that I am basing this series off of the movies, not the books (as I dodge tomatoes coming my way) I'm sorry, I'm a slacker and still have not read the books, though I plan to in the future. There is no "x reader" romantic pairing in this series, really. (for now...) It's just the story of Harry Potter, but with you inserted as a main character, fitting right into the golden trio. (now.. a quartet?)
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The stars shining over Godric's Hollow are still, bright, and seemingly unaware of the tragedy that has struck beneath them. Betrayal, destruction, and death. A curse...and a shift. Through the shattered door, the body of a loving mother lies lifeless. In that same room...a crib. It holds two sleeping babies, worn out from cries that were never soothed. On the right, a baby boy marked by lightning. On his left, his twin sister, whose hand Harry had reached for. Even now, they lie hand-in-hand. Bound by an experience unimaginable. She remained unmarked, but eyes now glowing a green/gold hue. From the moment the curse rebounded, something in the prophecy shifted. Harry Potter: the symbol, the boy who lived, protected by his mother's love and magic. That remains as such. Then there was y/n. From that crib, she had reached out to her mother with magic that she had not yet even become conscious of. Y/n Potter didn't defend that night...she absorbed. Listened. And something ancient listened back. That is where it all began…
You grew up learning how to listen. Not in the traditional sense, of course. You just seemed to always have a…heightened awareness that could not be explained. You knew it would rain before a dark cloud ever formed. You would warn your twin brother, “They’re extra grumpy today, be careful”, on certain days before ever leaving your room. One day you walked by Aunt Petunia’s plants, crooked and turning brown. Looking at them with an understanding beyond your years, you began to whisper to them. Nothing great or mysterious, just spouts of encouragement. Almost immediately, the colors revived and the stems straightened. It all came naturally to you. Unusually so, at times. You were a quiet and reserved child. Harry survived by becoming invisible. You survived by listening…feeling. Most of all, you survived by being there for your brother. Never leaving his side for too long, turning eyes and negative attention to yourself instead of him, and loving him. Every now and then, Harry would reach for you at night, same as the awful night when you were infants. It didn’t take much, considering you both slept in a less than spacious area. You’d wake up hearing gasps, cries, or simply feel a warm hand find its place into your own. You never teased him, and never minded, either. For the first decade or so of your lives, you two were all each other had.
Then came the letters.
You can’t say you were surprised. For the last few nights, you found yourself staring out the window, grip strong on its edge. There was…something…calling you, and it was only getting louder. You could hear it. Feel it. You turned to your brother the night before your 11th birthday, questioning him with your eyes. Normally that was all it took, but he wasn’t understanding tonight. He raised his back in another question. Leaning closer, you whisper to him, “Don’t you feel it?” Harry looked around as if you lost your mind. “Feel what?” He asked back. You frowned and faced toward the window once more. “Nothing.” You reply back meekly. You don’t blame your brother for not understanding.
Guess some truths are meant to remain quiet…
When Hagrid busted down the door, you didn’t flee. There was no fear, and surprisingly, not much confusion. You always knew that you and your brother were different. Called. You just never imagined the scale of it…
“I think you’re late.” You stated to Hagrid when things settled. He studied you for a moment before chuckling. “You’ve got Lily's sense, too…” He mumbled to himself. You weren’t sure what he meant by that, but you didn’t question it. With that, you and your brother share a look before embarking on the journey to your new life.
Diagon Alley is…beautiful. The air is lighter, and quieter. As if confirming that you are going in the right direction. At Olivander’s, it gets even quieter. Harry’s wand chooses him. You watch in awe as fierce light and wind sweep over your brother. When it settles, he turns to you with the biggest smile you've ever seen on him. It makes yours grow even more. “Y/n, did you see that??” You giggle at him before replying, “How could I not?” Another voice chimes in. “Miss Potter?” You turn your gaze to Olivander. He smiles warmly before stating, “You next.” You hold your breath slightly as you begin to look around. Rather than grabbing wands and forcing an outcome, you do what you do best: listen. You close your eyes and slowly walk through the path surrounded by wands. Suddenly, crack! Everyone but yourself gasps and jumps back as a vine busts through the floorboards and gently wraps around your arm, then your wrist, until it reaches your hand, placing a beautiful wand in your palm. It’s more than 2 feet long, vines engraved in the wood, and a handle that resembles roots: grounding. It feels warm and heavy in your hand. A comforting feeling. “Holly…” Olivander whispers from his spot. “With ash at its core: listening magic…” Something in you releases. As if your soul finally breathes.
On the Hogwarts Express, you and Harry make your first friend: Ron. He's nice, and unintentionally hilarious. You can sense his goodness, though. He comes from love, and family. Everything you and Harry lost. As the boys pick through their sweets (your brother ignoring your warnings about blowing our newly inherited money) and you get a head start on one of your school books, you observe Ron's rat. From the moment he brought him out, something in the atmosphere shifted... darkened. You can't explain the dread that flows through you, but you clutch your book like a lifeline. Harry sees it in you. He questioned you with his eyes, but you shrug him off with a shake of the head and go back to reading. When you look back at the rat, you swear he's staring back…
“Has anyone seen a toad?” A voice chimes in, startling you, slightly. You turn your body and face a girl your age. Her light hair and intense face pull you in. You stare into her eyes and shake your head in response to her question as you observe her. See her. You can feel a wall, one she built long ago to protect herself. You also feel…vulnerability, but it's muted. You understand her, and as she looks back into your eyes, you get a glimpse into something. The two of you, older, belly laughing side-by-side. It's there and gone in a flash. You don’t imagine that she saw what you did, but her eyes do hold recognition of sorts... “You’re reading that incorrectly.” Hermione states suddenly, gesturing to your book. “The footnote contradicts the margin commentary.” You avert your eyes to the book for a blink before looking back up at her with a smile. “You’re right.” You state simply as you turn the book over. “Thank you.” Hermione is taken aback by your response, but gives a small smile and sits down with you nonetheless.
As you await to enter the main hall, a boy with blond hair approaches your brother. You stand off to the side to admire a particular mirror, something calling out to you from it. You are close enough to be present, but distant enough for your brother to be on his own, if he pleases. You catch his name: Malfoy. The way he says it pricks the air. “My father says it’s important to know the right people.” You hear the boy say. “I can help you there.” You turn your head to see the boy with his hand extended to Harry. Harry turns ever-so-slightly to make eye contact with you. You return the contact and just be there for him. You don't shake your head, or respond at all, really. Just there for him. As Harry turns back to Malfoy to reply, you lift your gaze up to the young boy. You study him, just as you do with every new face you meet. He turns his sharp gaze on you after Harry’s response, a glare in his eye towards you, he but quickly regains composure. “You’ll want friends.” He states to Harry simply, but keeps his eyes on you. “It’ll be easier that way.” That perks your curiosity. “For who?” You question genuinely. It does not land well. Malfoy scoffs before spitting out, “Never mind. You wouldn’t understand.” You smile warmly at him. “Perhaps not, but I understand not wanting to be alone.” This causes Draco to step closer and lean in towards you. “Do not pretend to know me”, he demands with a cold tone. You stare into the eyes of a sad boy, who just wants to be known...seen. You give him a slight nod before saying, “I won’t…I just hope someday you can let yourself be known.” Harry steps between you two before another word can be uttered. “We’re done here.” Your twin states before grabbing your hand and moving elsewhere.
You smile widely and clap along with the rest of the crowd as your brother is placed into Gryffindor. Something happened up there, you could feel it. You make a mental note to ask Harry what happened later. Naturally, it is your turn next (which you thought odd, considering you were the older twin, but whatever) When they call your name, all eyes turn towards you. Harry is famous, and still doesn't really understand why. You, on the other hand, are just the “Potter Twin”. You're fine with that; content to just be there, observe, and absorb. You’re not sure what to expect as you approach the hat. You and Harry, though twins, aren’t too much alike in personality. That being said; you two are all each other have had through your life, are you about to be separated now? As you turn around and sit on the chair, the hat begins to speak to you before ever touching your head. “Ah…you would be great…terribly so” it begins. A chill runs through you. “You listen when others command…feel magic, when others compel it…” Your vision clouds over as the words “terribly so” echo in your mind. You see darkness, serpents, and a closed door. You feel emptiness, and a hard heart. “Please”, you plead, squaring your shoulders. “Put me where I can help.” This causes the hat to pause. The silence feels like a lifetime. Finally…
“Better be…Griffyndor!”
The crowd hesitates before clapping. You hear your brother and new friends cheer. A smile, hesitant at that, forms on your face as you make your way to your twin as quickly as you can. You miss the look aimed at you from one Severus Snape…
