Heba’s Life pt.1
Age: 15 months
Twins can not do many things in a year and three months, even with their older brother. To stop an old codger from murdering their parents and acquaintances even though said children were the targets, not their parents, whom everyone believes to have died that night. When, in fact, the Egyptian cat goddess Bastet saved them. By switching them out seamlessly with golems made in their images and delivered to the realm of monsters, from where they continued to watch over their children as they grew.
Age: 3-4yrs old
My brothers and I had been living with our so-called relatives. They claim to be the only family we have left and bear a closer resemblance to animals than humans. Stating everything they do to us is out of the kindness and generosity of their hearts. Suppose we’re idiots like the people they surround themselves with. In that case, we know better than to believe them, thanks to big brother, as they aren’t our only family. But I can’t stand it here anymore. I want mommy and daddy to come and make my brothers better and hold me as they comfort me because the whale we are forced to call uncle has gone too far tonight. The night began as it usually did before it became terrifying when the whale(uncle Vernon), instead of just knocking us around like he usually did. Instead of beating both my brothers within an inch of their lives and not just with his fists. Instead of punching me as he did my brother when he came to me. Vernon grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to Dudley, the pig's second room, filled with items he'd broken and/or broken or lost interest in. He threw me to the floor and closed the door gruffly, demanding I undress as he removed his pants. The fat whale was yelling at me and threatening my brother’s life when I attempted to refuse his request. While I undressed, he left the room briefly without a word. Yet, I knew he was ensuring my brothers were restrained to prevent them from interfering with what he was planning on doing to me. I heard him lock the door under the stairs and my unconscious brother within before returning to carry on with his depraved actions. That night was the first and last time I allowed someone to rape me without resistance. It was also the last time I ever cried out for anything.
A few months later, after Vernon raped me, my brother never questioned me about that night, as when he was done, I received a beating just as severe as theirs. One day a stranger offered to take one of us off their hands for a considerable sum of money, assuming all three of us to be boys. Because in her spite, Petunia, instead of getting me second-hand girls' clothes or her old clothes, forced all three of us into her son's oversized hand-me-downs. Though I would later be thankful for her pettiness, especially after I was the one they sold and quickly after discovering what he wanted one of us for. That was the last time I saw my brothers in that foul place.
Age: 6yrs old
It's been two years since that spiteful bitch Petunia Dursley sold me into an illegal child fighting ring. At first, the fights would leave me trembling after seeing my opponent's bodies dragged from the ring. Eventually, I grew numb to it all; I remained that way for several months until I saw a little girl about my age, and mind you, I was still only 4yrs old at the time. She had inky black hair, a pale complexion, and silvery black eyes. She seemed so small and scared that I saw something of me in her and had the urge to help in any way I could, discreetly approach her and give what little advice I could before the fights and under watch.
A few weeks later, the same thing happened again, only the girl had dark brown hair and brown eyes. She sat with her back to the wall but not touching it, flinching whenever she was touched there by anyone or thing. Like the other one, I recognized something of myself in her. I did the same as before, discreetly approaching and giving her as much advice as possible. In both instances, I never expected to see either girl again or regularly as they likely belonged to other patrons of the circuit. Imagine my surprise when my former sparring partner is replaced by a pair of familiar faces. I’d advised in an attempt to help so that they might survive in this hellish new life that we now shared. By the end of the training, we all knew each other's names, our supposed stage names. How we ended up here, Ryou or Nyx, the silver-black-eyed ravenette was sold as I’d been. Instead of a relative, this elitist bastard, Lucius Malfoy, had taken her as a bargaining chip against her family. Malik or Hela had been taken from her former carer or, more aptly, captor, who had stolen her from her paternal grandmother. His reasoning was his relation to her mother and needing an heir or heiress, not forgetting that he carved her back as part of a sick naming ritual.
A month or so later, we three were sent back to different points in time, and I was reunited with my brothers in Ancient Egypt when the Pharaohs ruled. My brothers and I found our way to a village named Kul Elna and were taken in by the residents. For years after we arrived in that era, we ran around freely, causing mischief and the like, gaining infamy, friends, and allies. I even found my soulmate. Before we vanished from that era, I entrusted him with the key to my soul and will, an item known as a kitsune orb.
Eventually, I separated from my brothers and my soulmate. Being de-aged, I was forced back to the original point where I'd vanished. Though I wasn’t alone upon my return, I had many skills and abilities that shouldn’t be natural for a child of my physical age. Ryou and Malik ended up in different eras with their siblings and gained skills and abilities. Our travels through time have also given us a new determination for our current situation. We now had the skills and abilities necessary to leave this veritable hell on earth. And not just us but almost all the other kids in this hellscape.
Age: 8yrs old
It’s been some time since Malik, Ryou, and I freed ourselves and everyone else in that illegal children’s fighting ring. We only just finished returning the last of them to their rightful or new homes with some assistance from our respective remaining family members. There’s nothing we can do to remove my twin from those animals, even after we contacted all of our respective legitimate and legal guardians. Meaning Malik’s grandmother Augusta, Ryou’s parents Narcissa and Severus, my real maternal grandpa Fenrir and uncle Remus/Moony. But we have currently set our minds to free mine. My brothers' godfather/uncle Sirius/Padfoot from prison and giving him and uncle Remus legal custody of my twin and me, removing any influence of the old fool who stole our parents from us.
Anyway, the girls and I became interested in a game called Duel Monsters; we became interested in it in the first place because many of the monsters and such reminded me. It reminded me of the shadow games or shadow duels that were often conducted, and I sometimes participated in them. As we got more cards, I found it caused my shadow magic to react in strange ways pulling me to pick certain cards. Now, all three of us have solid decks and shadow magic at our fingertips; any of us rarely invoke a shadow game with all the implications involved. Each of our decks is as unique as we are individuals; Malik possesses a hellion deck consisting of tricksters, pranksters, and troublemakers. The appropriate spell and trap cards are based on the comedic items, and Ryou has a night deck comprised of all creatures of the night plus the corresponding spell and trap cards. At the same time, I am the prouder owner of the only discord deck explicitly made to cause all kinds of mischief and mayhem with my opponents' decks and life points.
Age: 11yrs old
It's been three years since I was reunited with my twin brother, uncles, and grandfather. Honestly, I couldn’t be happier unless my parents and big brother were here too. Wes girls are still close friends, we have our daily training routine to maintain, and now that our brothers have joined in the hope of protecting us, every day holds new surprises for us, even with the side job the girls and I took up. Now we are preparing for our next great adventure as we’re starting our first year of Hogwarts this August, and not one of our guardians has any idea what’s in store for us. We hope to have a typical school experience in the magical world without any trouble.
My twin and I have been living at the ancestral Potter Manor since coming to live with Uncle Sirius, Uncle Remus, and Grandpa Fenrir. However, it was rather hectic, to begin with, as Siri had been thrown in Azkaban for supposedly betraying our parents the day after the initial attack without an actual trial. It took me and the girls weeks to bring the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement’s attention to his case to get him a fair trial. Eventually, the DMLE head called on the Wizengamot to give one Sirius Black an actual trial. The whole incident provided the council with lots of information to consider. The day after the prosecution, Sirius was declared innocent and given full custody of my twin and me. But a nationwide search was proclaimed for the real traitor with descriptions of his human and animagus forms.
Not long after, Uncle Remus came to us and was just as furious with the Dursleys for our current health and big brother’s disappearance as Siri was; they nearly broke the Statue when they went to see the Dursleys gain custody of us. A month after the fuss around Siri’s trial and the actual traitor, Grandpa Fen showed up; the Longbottoms and Snapes were visiting when a knock came on the door. And the adults were surprised when Grandpa was led into the room with gifts for Horus, me, and our friends. Most adults were wary when I explained the truth of my mother’s heritage as Fenrir Greyback’s missing daughter. However, when Siri and Remy saw his regret for what he’d done to Remy when he was a kid and how he acted with us “kids,” they decided to give him a chance. They invited him to stay with us, much to our joy. Though none outside of our small circle is aware of Mum’s connection to Greyback, apart from Albus Dumbledore, who orchestrated her kidnapping and illegal placement with Evan’s family, our regular interactions with him nor our knowledge of his connection to mum either.
As for the presents for us, younger magical’s, they were more duel monster cards personally designed by us girls to represent our respective families. With extras for our siblings, we may always carry our families wherever we go. The real surprise came when Harry and I each held a card representing one of our parents. When we spoke the names of the two cards, we unconsciously summoned the two beings depicted; the entire room was in awe. Instead of replicas, our actual parents appeared before us. Our parents were proud of our missing older brother and us. The silence was broken when Harry and I threw ourselves into our parent’s arms and held them for all we were worth. There was a similar occurrence when the Longbottom siblings did the same with the cards representing their own parents. Though slightly more volatile when Alice Longbottom saw what her crazy former relative had done to her daughter. That tirade was cut short when Malik told her mother I’d already taken care of that nuisance, causing all eyes to fall on me as I tried to hide in my father's arms. All Mrs. Longbottom said in response was how she was grateful her daughter had someone like me as a friend and godsister. Throwing us for a loop, like when we found out the Snape siblings were technically our cousins through Siri and their mother, Narcissa. The rest of the day, the adults talked and caught up with each other's lives while watching us kids play our game as we acted our age for a little while.