Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters in the movies or books. All these characters belong to the lovely J.K. Rowling. Only ones I do own is Calathea and Roselina.

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Name: Calathea Lilith Evans

Nicknames: Thea, Cali, or Cala

Age: 11-17

Appearance: Shoulder length golden copper, wavy hair and emerald green eyes. She is about 5'6" as her final height, has pale skin, and a curvy figure. Also, has a c-cup.

Family: Aunts- Petunia Dursley nee Evans, Lily Potter nee Evans (dead)

Uncles- Vernon Dursley, James Potter (dead)

Cousins- Dudley Dursley, Harry Potter

Mother- Roselina Anne Evans

Father- unknown

Pseudo-Uncles- Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape

Godparents- Narcissa Malfoy nee Black, Theorede Nott

Wand: 10 1/4" Chesnut, horned serpent horn

Birthday: June 20th, 1980

Species: Witch

Blood-Status: Halfblood

House: Ravenclaw

Friends: Luna Lovegood (BFF), Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom (to name a few)

Enemies: Lord Voldemort, The Lestranges

Special Abilities: Beast Speaker

Favorite Colors: Silver, Blue, Burgundy

Hobbies: Reading, Dueling, Practicing spells

Best Class(es): Charms and Care of Magical Creatures

Pets: A Cat Sidhe named Zephyra and a large brown screech owl named Sincia

History: Her mother died moments after naming her and was later raised by her Aunt and Uncle Dursleys until they turned eleven. After her and Harry's first year Narcissa and Lucius took them in. (A.N.+: Narcissa and Lucius are good in the story and so is Draco, and they were upset over how Harry looked mistreated so they took custody until the two were in fourth year, when Sirius is announced innocent and gains custody over Harry.)

Other Pets: Harry- Hedwig and a male boomsland named Ansel

Draco- An eagle owl named Imperion

Hermione- A half-cat/half-kneazle named Crookshanks

Ron- Scabbers and later an owl named Pigwidgeon

Neville- Toad named Trevor

Luna- A mountain hare named Narla

It was a bright, creamy, yellow day, and the small beams of light was streaming through the burgundy shades of the bedroom. In the room stood an oak wardrobe, a middle-sized dark oak writing desk, and a single bed. The sheets and duvet a silver and burgundy color, between the sheets a young girl shy of her eleventh birthday slept. She had short waves of golden-copper locks and behind sleeping eyes hid sparkling emerald green eyes that shone with wisdom and life. Her sleep was abruptly interrupted by the sharp, rapping knuckles of her aunt on her door.

"Calathea, wake up its Duddykins birthday and I need you to wake the freak. First wake up our precious birthday boy." Aunt Petunia shouted through the thin oak door, she sounded pretentious as usual. Calathea slowly opened her eyes in disdain.

"Yes, Aunt Petunia." Calathea threw the covers off and sluggishly walked towards her wardrobe, opened it and pulled out a Light Blue Dashwood dress with black ballet flats. She stripped out of her blue nightgown and her undergarments, put on clean undergarments and pulled the Dashwood dress on. After slipping her feet into the flats, she left her room and turned left to knock on Dudley's door.

"Dudley, Aunt Petunia told me to wake you. You're going to the zoo remember." The last words had a loud yelp coming from behind the solid oak door to the bedroom.

"Tell her to give me ten," He demanded. Sighing Calathea made her way down the stairs and to the small cupboard. She knocked the opened it.

"Harry, Petunia told me to wake you up to make breakfast. Hurry up or she'll be mad." Harry rubbed his identical emerald green eyes then slipped his round glasses on. Calathea moved towards the kitchen and sat down, next to a huge pile of presents. Harry slowly stumbled into the kitchen, and trudged over to the stove to man to bacon, eggs, hotcakes, and toast.

"Hurry up boy, where's my coffee!" Uncle Vernon demanded, Calathea stood from her seat and went to make Uncle Vernon his coffee, with brown sugar creamer and two cubes of sugar. Heading back to the table Calathea set it in from Uncle Vernon just as Harry was plating up the food. More on Uncle Vernon's and Dudley's, minimal of Aunt Petunia's, and a medium amount on Calathea's. Harry got the small bits left, which made me feel bad. The boy is practically skin and bones.

"Duddykins!" Aunt Petunia called, "Breakfast time."

Dudley came in wearing a read jumper, with green and white checkers, a blue button down below it, and tan trousers. Before even looking at his plate of food he decided to count his presents, Calathea counted along with in her head, thirty-four…thirty-five…thirty-six. He stopped and turned on his heel to glare with a large, ugly pout on his porky face towards his parents.

"Thirty-six. Thirty-six, that's two less than last year." He ground out upset.

"No Duddy, Aunt Marge's is hidden behind that big one, and while we're out today we'll buy you two new presents." Aunt Petunia chirped in quickly which seemed to please Dudley. Who finally took a seat to eat, and so they all ate. When they finally finished, Harry did the dishes while the rest watched Dudley rip into his presents: a new computer, a second telly, a remote-control airplane, sixteen new computer games, a gold wristwatch, a video recorder, a cine-camera, a remote-control crane, and a racing bicycle.

So, a boy who hates any form of exercise besides beating on Harry, aka Harry Hunting, gets a racing bike for his birthday. That sure will be funny to watch him attempt and fail. Calathea couldn't help but think, in dry humor.

"Ok Potter, here's your list of chores for the morning. Piers will be arriving by 2 this afternoon, so be done by then so we can give you to Mrs. Figg. Cali be a dear and attend to my flowers. Your Uncle and I are taking Duddy out for lunch, and will be back at 1 sharp." Aunt Petunia told Harry and Calathea.

Soon they left and the two lone house attendants went to their jobs. Calathea looking after the many flowers in the garden: roses, petunias, lilies, calatheas, and daffodils. Calathea's favorite are hyacinth and alstromeria (Peruvian lilies). Come noon she took a quick shower and took out a lilac jumper dress with a black belt around the middle, purple flats, and a black jean jacket. Harry quickly finished his chores and took his own shower. When done, he put on a large, worn-out red t-shirt and torn, ratted jeans.

"Cala, please don't look so disconcert, it is very off-putting." Harry remarked to her.

She couldn't help but frown, "It's not right that they treat us so differently, look at how differently we are dressed. Look at how thin you look next to me, how your appearance is. They feed me, they clothe me, I have an actual room. That is not right in any sense of the word. They don't even give you a second glance unless it is disgust or hate."

"Cala, I don't care. They feed me, they clothe me, and I have a bed to sleep. They gave me an education, a roof over my head, and a place in their house. They could have sent me to an orphanage instead and never looked back. They kept you because Aunt Petunia and Aunt Roselina got along better, and it was her last wish. Yes, I hate them, and they hate me. They don't treat me right, but it's only for seven more years." Harry responded. Calathea sighed and went back to watching the telly. They soon heard the car door slam, so Calathea turned the telly off. And went off to greet the door.

"Oh, Cali darling the flowers and lawn look lovely, and so does the rest of the house. Good job, freak." Aunt Petunia conferred. Dudley walked in moments later holding a skateboard and five more computer games. Uncle Vernon came in behind him, holding a couple parcels.

"Calathea, these are for you." He handed them to her. They withheld chocolate and other candies.

Later Piers and his mother arrived early, causing the Harry hunt to begin a little early. Then Harry got a little lucky, Mrs. Figg had called to tell Aunt Petunia she couldn't take him. She had tripped over one of her numerous cats and broke her leg. Harry was barely holding in the glee.

"NO I DON'T WANT HIM TO COME, HE WILL RUIN MY BIRTHDAY AT THE ZOO!" Dudley wailed, his piggy face scrunching up and turning red.

"Tunia, can't any of your friends take him for a few hours. What about Marge or your friend…Yvonne?" Uncle Vernon asked.

"Your sister hates the boy and Yvonne is in Majorca. And I refuse to leave him alone in my household, he might blow the house up." Aunt Petunia responded with the snide comment.

"I would not." Calathea heard Harry mutter under his breath.

So, it came to the decision that Harry would come with the five of them, Harry sat in the very back of the car, with Dudley, Piers, and Calathea in the back, and Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon up front. The drive to the London Zoo felt like an eternity to the single Evans and Potter children, but the ride finally ended. As they exited the car, Uncle Vernon pulled Harry aside and threatened him.

"I'm warning you boy, any funny business, any at all – and you'll be in that cupboard from now until Christmas." Uncle Vernon's face was a large and purple, surrounded by the greying hair and mustache.

Uncle Vernon had been very upset when during the car ride he went on and on complaining about motorcycles, how the hoodlums ride around roaring like maniacs, and Harry brought up the dream he had the night before.

"I had a dream about a motorcycle, it was flying." Harry remarked out of nowhere.

Uncle Vernon had nearly crashed the car before turning sharply to Harry, his face resembled that of a beet covered with hair and yelled: "MOTORCYCLES DO NOT FLY!" Which had caused Dudley and Piers to crack up with laughter.

"It was only just a dream." Harry responded back quietly.

Besides that, today was a very sunny Saturday and like any other weekend day, the zoo was overly crowded with laughing, happy families. A short way from the entrance was an ice cream stand. The Dursleys bought Dudley and Piers large chocolate ice creams, Calathea a strawberry ice pop, and Harry a cheap lemon pop when the lady asked what he wanted. Calathea and Harry shared a laugh when the double bullies looked like gorillas licking the ice cream. Harry and her lagged behind the others to admire the rather large selection of animals. They admired the lions, tigers, gorillas, sloths, monkeys, the zebras, giraffes, pandas, African wild dogs, emus, the red kangaroos, and finally they reached the cool and dark reptile house.

Piers and Dudley ran from enclosure to enclosure looking from python to cobras, rhinoceros iguanas to Philippine crocodiles. Harry admired the boa constrictor that was balled up and asleep, while Calathea gushed over the Jamaican boa and eastern diamondback rattlesnake. She looked over just in time to see and hear Harry talking to the boa constrictor that her obese cousin and his equally obese friend lost interest in, and walked over.

"I get that all the time." Her eyes widened when she understood.

"I know," Harry murmured through to the snake. "It must be really annoying."

The snake nodded his head with vigor.

"Where do you come from, anyway?" Harry asked.

The snake jabbed at the sign next to the glass:

Boa Constrictor, Brazil

This specimen was bred in the zoo.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Harry apologized. "I thought you at least might have known your family at least. We understand, we are orphans-"

Harry was cut off by Dudley and Piers pushing him away from the glass and pressing their fat faces to it, obviously scaring the snake. When suddenly they fell forward into the snake's home. The glass had disappeared, then the snake escaped. It hissed his thanks, then slithered away. When the boys went to get out they were trapped, the glass had reappeared, and they started crying for their mommies. When Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon heard the banging, they were shocked and rushed over. Harry made the mistake to start laughing which would later get him in big, big trouble.

After all the excitement at the zoo, they headed home. Thinking about the lies they told to the poor zookeeper, how Piers claimed it tried to strangle him and Dudley's claim it tried to bite his leg off. Cali was mad though, because now Harry was confined to the cupboard, except for school, chores, his 'bath', and meals. And when the school year ended it got worst. The month ticked by until Cali's birthday, her eleventh. Nothing really exciting happened, just a new dress from her aunt and new stationary from her Uncle.

It wouldn't be for another month before their lives really changed. When Harry turned eleven, and they finally learned who they


(A.N.+) I know I haven't been around for a long time but that is going to change. So here is the newest addition. And I don't know when I will get back to Who Am I, but I will eventually.

Please R&R, so I can know you liked this so I will continue it.