Okay, this is my first Harry Potter fanfic. This first chapter is just an introduction; the next will be much longer. I hope everyone likes it!
I never really considered myself to be anything special. I just thought I was different. And I was.
The funny thing is, it all started at a time that I can just barely even remember, save for some pictures and letters. I was only a few months old. My parents have told me that my older sister was no ordinary witch. She was special. The entire wizarding world knew that she had a very special gift. They just weren't sure exactly what it was.
There were many theories, of course. Some said that she had the power to revive the dead (kiwi juice, in my opinion), while others said that it was an evil power, capable of destroying the universe. But I didn't believe any of it. I still don't. Because in my seventh year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I discovered what power she truly had.
It was the power to protect the one you love the most.
Hello. My name is Lacey Ravensdale, and this is my story.