AU RP

Introduction

Name: Alya Cassiopeia Black
Also Known As: Milady Black, Alya, Aly, or Miss Black
Titles: Head of the Black Household
Age: 15
Birthday: July 31
Nationality: British
Species: Human
Blood Status: Half-Blood
Blood Type: O+
Astrological Sign: Leo
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Unexplored
Past/Bio:  Everything you know about Harry is a lie. Allow me to explain:

Harry James Potter was created on August 1st, 1981, at a day old. Lily Potter Nee Evans had her child and then was brought to an island off the coast of the Phillipines uncharted by muggles. Its jurisdictions were its own, allowing for laws that went against the laws of the wizarding worlds. A ritual was to be conducted, with Sirius as point, using ancient Black Family magicks only a Black could enact. James Potter was unable to have children, having sustained too many injuries during his school days playing Quidditch. With this knowledge, the Potter line was doomed to fall. Sirius, wishing nothing but rot for his own family line, agreed to father the child, in the hopes that the Potter line would continue, and the Black line would fall.

The ritual had been used in ancient times to ensure the Black heir was born male, as that gave them power a female heir would not have. However, the spell fell out of favour, as many of the children forced to be born male were sterile, and could not have children without reversion, which proved fatal. Sirius, however, had no idea, and believed it to be the only way to help his best friends, giving them a gift that would trump all others. The ritual complete, Sirius presented the couple with their newly forged son. The ritual, while usually performed on pregnant women, could not be done, as the ritual called for 3 people minimum, and had never been attempted on one already born. Harry Potter was to live his normal life, and succeed in giving the Potter name a future.

Fastforward to Sirius' death. Harry had lost his mind, chasing the woman who could beat him with her eyes closed, hexing her with an unforgivable. It was up to him whether she lived or died. The voice in his head told him to kill her, but he hadn't. Instead, he'd realized who the voice was, and turned on Voldemort, fighting a losing battle. After Dumbledore's scuffle with Voldemort, he pulled Harry back to the school, to talk to the boy about what to do next. But Harry wanted none of it. Enter, variation:

“NOW you want to talk about it!” Harry snapped. “NOW you give me the time of day. I ask day in and day out for ANYTHING you can give me to help in this fight where I am out-classed, outmatched, and grossly uninformed, and you choose NOW, after I've lost EVERYTHING! No. FUCK you. FUCK your order. FUCK ALL of you. You fight your own war. I'm done.” Dumbledore, seeing how he was losing the boy, needed to act fast. Though the ministry didn't have the ability to punish a Hogwarts Student with expulsion, Harry did not know that. Thinking fast, he sighed. “Then I am afraid you will remain uninformed, and your problems will only grow. Minister Fudge has called for your expulsion at the severe risk and rule breaking, destruction of ministry property, trespassing on government property...” He remembered watching as Harry had cursed Bellatrix before. “The use of illegal magicks...” He took off his spectacles, as if he'd been fighting with fudge for days on the subject. “You are no longer under my protection here. You are to be returned to your Uncle and Aunt's until such a time as your verdict is reached.” He added, shifting paperwork as he let out another long sigh.

Harry didn't care. Sirius was dead. His friends were injured, Hermione comatose, Ron loopy and addled. Both were going to recover, but it would take quite some time in St. Mungoes, and Harry was sure they would want nothing to do with him. As he was told to go pack his things, he left, gathering his belongings, as his Aunt and Uncle were contacted, told of his coming home early, hearing, possible expulsion and potential arrest, and that he was given a reprieve only to mourn the passing of his Godfather. In one letter, Dumbledore had signed Harry's own death warrant.

As the car drove in, Vernon and Petunia walked into the house, not a word, as Harry took his time gathering his belongings. Those doors would shut... and he'd be beaten, then probably starved. If that had only been the case. As soon as he got his things inside, Vernon decked him, catching him above the eye and knocking him into the banister, bruising two of his ribs. Then, as if that wasn't painful enough, he stomped on Harry's back, a sickening crack all that Harry could hear before his world went dark.

Days later, Harry awoke, the beatings having been brutal, to an intense pain. His wounds were certainly healing... but that wasn't what was causing him pain. His entire body structure was reforming, waking the household. Vernon was already pissed, as he had work early in the morning, and he all but kicked the door down as each lock clicked with a threat of how badly he'd kill the boy. What they saw, however, drove him over the edge. Rather than Harry, a girl sat, wearing Harry's glasses, Dudley's clothes (the same ones Harry had been wearing), and in the “bed” Harry had been allotted.

“Turning yourself into a girl won't save you, boy. Your ruckus might have woken the neighbours. But healing your injuries... I suppose you want more.” Vernon said, seeing red as Harry had used (as far as he was concerned) at least two forms of magic. He covered the length of the room in no time, rather fast for a fat man, and grabbed the girl's arm, wrenching her out of her bed and dislocating her shoulder in the process. But just then, a letter flew in through the window, addressed to one Alya Black.

The added freak method of communication did it, as Vernon balled a fist and slammed it deep into the pit of her stomach, causing her to wretch as her eyes bugged. As she dropped to her knees, doubled over in pain, his foot caught her face, breaking her jaw, and sending her sprawling across the ground, and into the dresser, where she lay, coughing and moaning. He walked up to her and stomped on her side, breaking three of her ribs, and crushing her arm so it stood out at an angle. By now, there was blood dribbling down her cheek to the floor as her body almost seemed to go limp, only shuddering under the next few kicks that added to the immense damage. By the end of it, she was comatose, and Vernon was only afraid to lose the stipend they got for keeping the boy around. Figuring the wounds would heal in time, Vernon locked the door once more, leaving her in a heap on the floor.

Days went passed as mail for Harry and Alya both piled up in the window, before she finally awoke, more than a week later, starving and still injured. Her jaw didn't move properly, her arm hadn't reset itself, her shoulder didn't move, and breathing was difficult. She slowly packed a few things, knowing if she didn't get out, she'd surely die, grabbing the wand she'd always known, no clothes, no Hedwig, and left under the invisibility cloak, slipping out the door. Summoning the Knight Bus, she felt tears forming in her eyes as she had to open her mouth to state her destination. “L-leaky... Cauldron...” She managed, sitting down as the man asked her multiple times if she was sure she shouldn't go to St. Mungoes. She refused, unsure if the healers there would be able to identify her as Harry.

As she got there, she slipped through the back into Diagon Alley, before realizing she had nowhere to go. She didn't have any means to go anywhere, no one to contact... Harry might have, but she would be seen as insane. The blood loss, pain, and fatigue finally hit her as she collapsed on the corner of a street, arm at an odd angle, pale and thin.


About Him/Her

Personality: Alya is a skittish girl at first, any sign of violence, or attempt at a hug, and she tenses, expecting a worst. She still cares about people, and blames herself for the deaths in the war, but is skeptical of people's intentions with her after finally getting out from being manipulated and hunted.

Occupation: Student
Likes:
- Quidditch 
- Learning (new like)
- Being independent 
- Not living with the Dursleys 
- Having the ability to help those close to her 
- Training 

 

Dislikes: 
- Being seen as weak
- Letting people in (trust issues) 
- Letting people see her cry 
- Political nonsense 
- Boring meetings 

 

Hobbies:
- Flying
- Reading
- Playing Quidditch

 

Fears:
- Spiders (Second Year issues)
- Voldemort (Prophecy issues)
- Ministry (Manipulation issues)
- Dumbledore (See Ministry)

Talents:
- Ability to learn spells at a rapid pace
- High intellect
 

 

Appearance

Height: 5'3”
Cup Size: B
Skin Tone: Pale
Eye Color: Green
Hair Description:
- Color: Black
- Highlights: None
- Length: To the tailbone
- Style: Sleek
- Worn: Down
Extra:
- Scars: Forehead
- Piercings: Ears
- Tattoos: None
- Facial Features: None
- Scent: Vanilla
- Other: None

Relationships

Father:

Sirius Black
Mother: Lily Evans Potter
Siblings: None
Relatives: Bellatrix Lestrange, Narcissa Malfoy, Andromeda Tonks, Nymphadora Tonks
Family Line of Work: Politics, under the table dealings, espionage.
Family Background: Black Family History
Best Friends: (Possibles) – Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Fred and George Weasley
Friends: (Possibles) Weasley family
Love Interest: N/A
Enemies: TBD

Education

School: Hogwarts
House: TBD
Best Core Class: Defence Against the Dark Arts
Worst Core Class: Transfiguration
Elective: Ancient Runes
Quidditch: Ex-Seeker for Gryffindor
Extra-Curricular: N/A
OWL Scores: N/A
NEWT Scores: N/A

Magic

Wand:
- Length: 8 inches
- Wood: Ash
- Core: Dragon Heartstring
Pets: None
Boggart: Sirius' body
Animagus/Patronus: No/Dog
Amortentia: Treacle, Broomstick Polish

Affiliations/Alliances

Home Town: Godric's Hollow
Residence: Number 12 Grimmauld Place
Loyalty: Black Family
Organizations: None

Extra Information

Favourites -
- Food: Treacle
- Drink: Butterbeer
- Color: Green
- Animal: Padfoot
- Flower: Lily
- Season: Spring