What happen’s at Dumbledore’s Army (DA) isn’t actually real life. The kids here, they hardly know whats going on in the world. A red flash streaks across the room and Neville goes skidding across the floor, not really a surprise. They say they all want to help the cause, to stand up for whats good in the world. But this isn’t about good and evil.

I can’t remember anything about my father, he was supposedly a good guy.

The mirrored walls of the Room of Requirement twinkled from the ethereal lighting. Two dozen heads bobbed around. Some nervously, glistening with sweat-covered foreheads. Who someone is in DA is not who they are in Hogwarts. After a night at DA, the booming halls and corridors of Hogwarts seem to shrink. The world becomes tinier and you, personally, have leveled the playing.

The Chosen One tells me that he didn’t know his father either. He says that he was a great man who changed a lot of lives.

I used to be nervous and afraid, just like the people here. I’d lie awake, confused by my own life. I’d cry. I’d sit in the empty common room at some untold hour of the night and just stare into the ever-present fire, fueled by some charm which I could never hope to learn. But that was just it, every thing is empty. Everything is just a fuel for something else.

The first DA was just The Chosen One and I. I was telling him about 16th century potion preservation practices. We still go to DA but, now, its more than just the two of us. You see some poor second year who cant tie his robes right, he was a god for 10 minutes. After countering a jinx from a sixth year and sending him crashing through a training dummy, talking to Snape doesn’t scare you much any more. In six weeks, he looks like he brews Snape’s own stock of Veritaserum.

What you see in DA is a generation raised in fear and ignorance.

There are a dozen new faces tonight. The chosen one yells, “the first rule of DA is that you don’t talk about DA.” The Chosen One and I had to turn people away. Come back next week. If you really give a crap, be here when it matters. Clearing a space in the middle of the room, he continues, “the second rule of DA is that you do not talk about DA.”

The Chosen One steps into the middle of the Room of Requirement, under a magical orb. He walks up and down the line reciting, bellowing the rest of the rules: two wizards per duel, one duel at a time, no cloaks no uniforms, duels go on as long as they have to. The Chosen One stops in front of a girl I’ve never seen before, a Ravenclaw, and yells “and the sevenths rule of DA, is that if it’s your first time at DA, you have to duel.”

DA is not like listening to Quidditch on the radio. It’s not sitting idly by watching the world, in all its supposed extravegance, pass you by. You aren’t listening to the description of the pretty colors of the robes and flags, drinking pitcher after pitcher of butterbeer, listening to the same advertisements. After you’ve been to DA, watching Quidditch is like licking the crumbs off the floor when you have the seat at the head of the table with the entire pie waiting jsut for you.

Last week, a Hufflepuff tapped me on the shoulder and we got on the list for a duel. This guy must’ve had a bad week, blasting me through the air, having my wand launched to the opposite side of the room, bending me like a pretzel with a hex I’ve never heard of. The Chosen One walks over and says, “cool.” The Hufflepuff walks over and helps me up, shaking my hand. He starts fixing the dent in the wall from where I landed as The Chosen One and I make way towards the Hospital Wing. There, The Chosen One tells Madam Pomfrey that I fell down the stairs.
Sometimes, The Chosen One speaks for me.

Prologue:

October 31, 1981

Godrics Hollow

Lily and James Potter have been hiding in Godric’s Hollow for a few months with their twins, Harry James and Harmony Mae. A prophecy warned them that their children would be in great danger which was always on Lily Potter’s mind.

‘The two with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark them as his equals, but they will have powers the Dark Lord knows not… either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while one survives… the two with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…’

Alice and Frank Longbottom were tortured for information to the point where they are no longer able to take care of themselves, let alone their son who was just a day older than Harry and Harmony. Had the prophecy only mentioned one, Neville very well could have fit the role of the prophecy. Though she wished that her children were not the children of the prophecy, she was glad that no one else fit the role.

It was almost midnight and James had yet to leave the twins’ nursery. They both felt so anxious, constantly staying in their home. Not being able to see anyone other than Peter, their Secret Keeper, was also taking a toll on them. James missed Sirius and Remus more than was imaginable. Lily missed Larissa, Sirius’ wife, just as much.

Today was even worse. It was like something was going to happen, but what they did not know. They had not been informed that they were found out nor did any of the whispers bring news of Voldemort coming after them.

James wrapped his arms around his wife and kissed her forehead. “They’re sleeping soundly. I wish that I could say the same thing for us.” He let her go to rub his tired eyes behind his glasses. “How do we keep doing this Lily? I can’t stand not helping outside of this. I love getting to spend time with the twins, but I feel like I can’t actually help them while I’m in here.”

All of the sudden they wards on their home warned them that their home was no longer safe. Someone had found them.

x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x

Three hours later

Larissa sat holding her god-children. Dumbledore had explained to her his theory on what happened to the children. She was to take Harmony and move, preferably out of the country. She was going to have a harder life than Harry, in dealing with the events of the night. Harry would live with his mother’s sister and her husband, muggles, but the spell that Lily cast on Harry would require him living with them. She had not had time to cast it on to Harmony before her death.

Harmony would from now on, be known as Harmony Mae Black, the daughter of Sirius and Larissa. She would think that her older brother was Orion Remus Black, not Harry James Potter. She could not know who she truly is, not until he returned.

Her husband would remain in jail, though Larissa knew he did not do what they claimed he did. She had to think of their son and their god-children. The evidence against him was too great, they would not listen to her. Remus already believed that Sirius did it. No one knew what happened. He was the Potter’s Secret Keeper after all.

Chapter one

August 1, 1995

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, United States of America

“Mom! Orion stole my brand-new broom!” Fifteen year old Harmony Black ran into the kitchen, panting. “It’s mine! I literally just got it for my birthday YESTERDAY from Draco!” Her red hair was pulled back into a pony-tail to keep the unruly curly hair out of her eyes. She looked enough like her mother, who had a more strawberry blonde hair color compared to Harmony’s rich red, but that was the only similarity. Harmony looked nothing like her father, Sirius, either. But she had only known him for the first year of her life, before he was sent to Azkaban for killing and endangering muggles. It was something she often thought about, but never had the courage to ask her mother about.

Sixteen year old Orion Black waltzed into the kitchen after his younger sister. He had his father’s curly dark brown hair and his mother’s dark brown eyes. “You’re such a tattle Har.” He was just like his father, never listening to anything his mother said and had a bit of a bad-boy reputation. However, he had the biggest heart and wanted to be a healer, like his mother.

“Both of you stop. We need to talk.” Larissa was sitting down at the kitchen table. She stared at the two children she raised. Even though only one was her biological child, she felt that Harmony was her child. She was not prepared for the news that she had received just a few months ago, but now it was too much of a reality. Harmony was going to have to return to her biological brother and fulfill the prophecy.

Orion and Harmony looked at each other, not knowing what to do. Their mother never acted in such a way. She was normally fun, easy-going, and hardly ever was this serious.

“Is it dad?” Harmony asked quietly, finally looking back at her mother, but still refusing to sit down. “Did they find him?”

Larissa felt the tears form. She hadn’t seen Sirius since he escaped Azkaban. She had been right all along, he didn’t betray anyone, yet he couldn’t come home to her. “No…” She was cut off by a knock at the door. Knowing who it was, Larissa walked out of the kitchen and across the hall to the front door.

“Can you hear what she’s saying?”

“No… but I think she’s talking to a group of people.” Orion ran a hand through his shoulder length locks. “This is freaking me out. I don’t like this. Something is wrong. If it’s not dad… then what is it?”

The two teens quickly stopped talking when their mother and a small group of people entered the small kitchen.

“Orion, Harmony… I wanted to tell you this before they got here but it’s time you both sat down.”

The two sat down in sync, for once completely silent and stared at the group of strangers. One woman was short and plump with bright red hair who just stared at Harmony, like she wanted to hug or cry. Another man both teens knew was Alastor Moody, meaning something very important was going on. There was also a girl with spiked pink hair who Harmony automatically wanted to be friends with.

“Harmony… I-I don’t really know how to tell you this…” Tears were once again in Larissa’s eyes. “I did not give birth to you. Sirius and I… we…. You are not our daughter by birth. Technically, I am just your legal guardian. We legally changed your name once we moved here from England when you were just a little over one… when your birth parents were killed by Lord Voldemort.”

The young girl stared blankly at the woman who she had always thought was her mother. Nothing was processing. How could Larissa not be her mother. Sure, they looked nothing alike, but how could they not be related.

“You were born on July 31, 1980 to Lily and James Potter. I was your mother’s best friend and Sirius was James’. I was the medi-witch who delivered you. Everyone was so excited that you two were healthy, because many people were too stressed to have children. Sirius and I were lucky enough to have Orion before I was attacked for being married to a blood-traitor and after that attack, I was not able to have any more children. Your birth name is Harmony Mae Potter and you are the twin sister of Harry James Potter.” Larissa watched as Harmony’s face went completely white. She knew that all of those talks with Draco were running through Harmony’s head. Before anyone could react, Harmony bolted out of her chair and out the door with Orion bolting after her.

“Nymphadora, go after them. We’re going to pack everything up and start taking it to Headquarters. We don’t have time for childish games.” Moody grumbled out before limping to the living room and waving his wand.

The girl with pink hair nodded and followed behind the two teens. She eventually found them at a beautiful white gazebo. The two teens were sitting together on a bench with Harmony resting her head on Orion’s shoulder. They looked like siblings in that moment. Their whole world came crashing down on them and even worse, they realized it was all a lie.

“I’m your brother Har. No matter what.” The young boy tried to comfort the girl, but he looked just as devastated. “Come on. You know that I’ll always be here to annoy you. We both just get a new brother, because you will always be my sister.”

“And here I thought you’d use this situation to tell me that you finally don’t have to deal with me anymore or admit that I’m your sister.”

“Never.”

Tonks didn’t want to break the moment, but she knew that Mad-Eye would be expecting them back. She took one step towards the two and fell up the two steps of the gazebo. Blushing bright red, the woman tried to fix herself and keep her dignity before she spoke. “Sorry, this is a common occurrence.” Taking a deep breath, the woman composed herself fully. “We need to get you two back to your house… we need to be back in London by the end of the night. We’ve got a portkey to take us where we’re going. Everything will be fully explained once we make it to England.”

Harmony signed and wiped her puffy eyes. “I don’t want to go, but I’m assuming I don’t have a choice. I have to leave all my friends, the life I’ve lived for fifteen years, everything I’ve known. I have to leave it all behind and live a new life. Hope that I can make new friends, that I’ll fit into a culture that I haven’t been a part of since I was a little over one years old. None of this is fair… I mean I’ll have one friend, but I don’t think I’ll even have him once he finds out who I really am.”

There was nothing that could be done. Harmony had to come back and fulfill the prophecy if they had any hope of defeating Voldemort. Still, Tonks felt bad for the girl. Her whole world was completely changed and she would need some time to adjust, but if she actually got that time is the real question.

The trio made it back just to see everything in boxes. Harmony’s guitar was in its case next to her broom. She traced her initials that were etched into the handle. “These aren’t my initials.”

Larissa hugged Harmony close. “I’m so sorry love. I wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t. Regardless though, you are my daughter. I’ve raised you for a little over thirteen and a half years. Your mother was my best friend and seeing as she couldn’t raise you, I’m glad that I could.” Feeling how stiff Harmony was in her arms, Larissa knew the girl was angry with her. “I know that you’re angry, but you’ll realize why it had to be this way eventually. You’ve been lied to, I know. However, once you meet Harry you have to know this. He’s lived with your mother’s sister and her husband. They’re muggles and they hate all things magic, they hated Lily, and I know they mistreated Harry. He did not have the good childhood that you had. I fought to keep him too, but… well Dumbledore wouldn’t let that happen.” Brushing some hair out of Harmony’s eyes, Larissa tried to get the girl to look at her. “Just give him a chance when you meet him. I know he won’t be happy with who your best friend is… but I also know that you two will need each other to get through everything.”

“Yes, this is all very touching. We need to get going! Now, everyone to their places. Harmony, you go with Mrs. Weasley and Nymphadora. Orion, you’re going with your mother and I. We’ll all meet back at headquarters.” Mad-Eye glared at everyone with his one good eye, while the other whirred around.

Harmony felt the sensation of being pulled from her bellybutton, before everything whirled around her.

So far, I have sorted the 7 characters I’m focusing on and have drawn 4 of them. I created a powerpoint (it’s 100% done, just waiting for my drawings) that will aid my class presentation. I plan to play a game where I give the characteristics of each character and the houses hold up a sign if they think the character belongs in their house. Whoever gets the most right wins, but points can be deducted if you miss or get one wrong (prize=prestige).

I had this in a document with pictures but it won’t upload to here so here are the superlatives and who they go to. any suggestions are appreciated. 🙂

*Most Likely to win the house cup…
just by breathing
Harry Potter

*Most likely to kick
your butt in a duel:
Hermione Granger

*Most likely to show
up late to a fight:

Neville Longbottom

* Most likely to
Third Wheel Himself:
Ron Weasley

*Most Likely to have his
Father hear about this:
Draco Malfoy

*Most Likely to Break Hearts:
Cho Chang

Most Likely to Listen
To some band
“ you’ve never heard of”:
Luna Lovegood

Lowkey Savage:
Ginny Weasley

*Most Likely to Apprentice
for Rita Skeeter:
Collin Creevey

*The one who should’ve been
Sorted into Slytherin:
McClaggen

*Most Likely to be
sent to Azkaban:
Lavender Brown

*Top Chef
Gregory Goyle

*Attached at the Hip
Paravati and Padma

*Best Hair
Mrs. Norris

*Sass Masters
Fred and George Weasley

*Most Likely to burn
down the classroom

Seamus Finnegan

*He doesn’t even go here
Lord Voldemort

*Most School spirit
Moaning Myrtle

*Next American Idol
Fat lady

*Best Backhand
Severous Snape

*Most Popular
Albus Dumbledore

My idea for the remix is to take a fanfiction I wrote a few years ago and completely revamp it by fixing the few plot holes that are present, fix the grammar, go into a little more detail in certain areas, and add at least two more chapters. It is an alternate universe fanfiction, meaning, it does not completely follow the canon actions.

The plot of this story is Harry and his twin sister, Harmony, were separated for their own good after the events in Godrics Hollow and were not told about each other for their own safety. Harry was raised by his aunt and uncle, but Harmony was raised in the United States with their Godmother Selena Black (the wife of Sirius Black) and was raised as Harmony Orion Black and not Harmony Lily Potter. Harmony was kept away from her muggle relatives due to the fact that she took more of Voldemort’s soul than Harry did. After the return of Voldemort, Harmony is brought back to England to reunite with her brother and come to Hogwarts for closer observation.

I’ve decided to write an alternate turn of events where Slughorn had more of a sense of humor and Tom Riddle was a bit more naive. When approached about horcruxes for immortality, Slughorn, as a joke, tells him that vampires are immortal and that anything can be found in the forbidden forest. Tom Riddle is caught after-hours, gets detention, bitten as planned, and becomes an immortal vampire… until he’s reminded that a vampires weakness is a piece of wood through the heart which is something all wizards carry at all time.

My remix idea is to do a Hogwarts Yearbook with superlative pages. I plan on creating something resembling a book probably a poster board and decorating it like a yearbook and then I will read a few of them out loud or maybe turn it into a game and just read the “most likely to..” statement and have the class guess who it belongs to. I think it is a fun, creative (and possibly comical) way to label a character and what they are like. For instance, I used the example of “Most likely to have their father hear about this” for Draco Malfoy and while that isn’t his main characteristic or his true “claim to fame” in the book, it comes up in a lot of the dialogue he has between Harry and it is a mannerism that separates him from other characters. I plan to use the main characters such as Harry, Ron, Hermione, Luna and so on but I also want to touch on villains and lesser background characters that may have been mentioned or featured in the books or films.

I am going to analyze the characters from Yuri On Ice and sort them into the Hogwarts houses I think they belong in. I also want to draw them in their respective house garb.