My first HP fiction! I hope you all like it! I'm starting with the third movie because it just flowed better, you know? I do not own anything in this fiction, besides my oc, everything else belongs to their rightful owners. All reviews are welcome!

Summary - Liliana Potter had become accustomed to the magical world along side her twin brother Harry Potter, but when they go back to Hogwarts for their third year and a murderer, the very one who was supposed to have given their parents up to Lord Voldemort, himself, has broken out of Azkaban and is rumored to be after them both to kill them? Will her life be spun around upside down when lies are brought to the light, and secrets are revealed?

Chapter 1!

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As the street slumbers, adrift in the shadow. Suddenly, a curious beam of light bobbed beyond the second-story window of a everyday, normal, looking house with the number four next to the mail box. Inside the lite room were two bed. On one was a tent of blankets. Within, was the shadow of a boy. "Lumos Maxima . . ." He whispered out.

The tent bloomed softly with light, briefly illuminating a bedside photograph on the side table between the two beds, only for the entire room to go dark again a few seconds later. Staring sadly at the moving photo, was a girl with glorious green eyes , who couldn't have been any older than twelve. Her dark read hair flowed over her shoulders in waves of curls. She had a tired look on her face as she just stared at the photo of her parents. "Lumos Maxima . . ." The boy said out again, only slightly louder this time.

The blankets bloomed once again when, down the hall, a toilet had flushed. Instantly, the shadow stiffened, the blankets had dimmed, and the tent had flattened. The girl let her eyes shut, acting as if she was still sleeping. The door to their bed room opened, revealing their Uncle Vernon. He peered inside, his eyes flashing suspiciously, before he retreated from the room.

The tent had soon raised again, much to the girl's displeasure. Her brother was going to get caught if he kept it up. She was too tired to say anything. She hadn't been feeling well for the past few days. Her brother didn't know, but she knew that he was getting concerned. "Lumos Maxima . . ." He said out again, his voice just slightly louder than before.

As the blankets blazed with light, the details about the shadow inside had became clearer to those on the outside. Underneath the blanket was none other than Harry Potter himself. Just as the years before, he still had the crow's nest of black hair. His thick, round, glasses sat crookedly on top of his nose. Open before him, was Violeta Stitch's Extreme Incantations. "Lumos . . . MAXIMA!" He shouted out.

The girl flinched as a blinding blast of light flashed from the second story window. She hadn't been prepared for the amount of light. Outside she could hear dogs suddenly barking like mad. The light in the hallway snapped on. The girl quickly shut her eyes again as her brother's tent dropped once more. Seconds later, the twin's door had eased opened. Their uncle peered inside, and switched on the light.

The room had gone utterly silent. Once he's sure that both children are a sleep, he slowly closed the door. The twins had waited a few moments before they reemerged from their 'slumber'. The two sat up in their bed and shared a look. The two couldn't have looked any more different, the only similarities between them being their mother's eyes. Harry saw that she was looking at the picture of their parents again.

He sighed, knowing that after they had found out the truth, that she was still taking it hard. "You look a lot like her, you know." The girl was spitting of her mother, Lily Potter, where as Harry looked more like their father, James Potter. She was even named after their own mother, soft of anyways. "Liliana, please, talk to me?" She hadn't really talked to him since they had left Hogwarts.

She was still mad at him for taking on Tom Riddle on his own. She would have been right by his side to take on that beast of a snake if he had only trusted her. He had kept her out of the loop though. He had swore that it was for her own safety, but that didn't mean that it made her any less upset. "I had every right to be down there, Harry. You know how I feel about what had happened last year." She turned over in her bed and laid back down, seeming as if she had gone back to sleep.

Harry stared at her, hurt playing in his eyes. He had only wanted to protect her. He had already thought that he had lost one of his best friends to that beast of a creature, he wasn't about to loose his sister as well. She had been there when he had woken up, but after the train ride home, she wouldn't talk to him. He just didn't understand why she had wanted to face Tom Riddle and his beast so badly. He guessed that he never would either, he thought to himself as he laid down and went back to sleep himself.

Liliana was still awake, staring off at the wall. He just didn't understand, and she doubted that he ever would. She had missed talking to her brother though. She had lasted three months without really talking to him, and she had felt ready to explode at this point. She didn't even want to think about how much this would kill her during the actual school year. She looked over her shoulder at her brother to see him already a sleep.

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The next morning they had woken up to their aunt's squawking. She often reminded the twins of a crane because of her long neck. "Harry! Liliana!" She screamed up the stairs, her shrill voice just as shrill as it had been for their whole lives. The two quickly raced out of the room, and hurried toward the stairs. "Harry! Lili . . ." She was cut off by the two racing down the stairs.

The two had hurried into the front hall to where their Aunt Petunia and their cousin Dudley stood stiffly. Their aunt flicked a bit of fluff from her son's sweater, all the while glowering crossly at the twins as she jerked her head toward the door. "Well, go on one of you. Open it." She told them.

The twins shared an annoyed look before Harry moved across the room toward the door. Liliana just waited, annoyed, to see who was at the door. She hadn't even had a moment to fully become awake before Harry had practically shoved her off of her bed and they had both raced down stairs to see what their aunt had wanted. She was still in her pajamas for merlin's sake.

She didn't like being out of her and Harry's room in just a tank top and a pair of Harry's old shorts. She, like Harry, had grown up over the last summer. Neither were the short, defenseless, children that they had been last year. Though, Liliana wasn't that much taller than she had been before, but she had started to grow into some of her more 'woman' parts. Which, now made being in a room with her brother even more awkward.

As her twin reached out for the knob, it had burst open, revealing a, rather large, waddling woman, and an also, rather large, waddling bulldog. After her, their Uncle Vernon had lurched forward out of the teeming rain, with an enormous suitcase in his hand. Without even a single care, he had dropped it on her brother. "Marge! Welcome! How was the train?" He asked her.

She didn't seem pleased as she looked around. The dog had pounced onto the couch with Dudley and Petunia, much to their displeasure. "Wretched. Ripper got sick." She told them as the dog mad itself at home on their couch. Liliana stifled a giggle when she heard her aunt mutter something underneath her breath. "I would've left him with the others, but he pines so when I'm away. Don't you, darling?" Aunt Marge puckered her lips at Ripper and led him down the hallway.

Harry and Liliana followed with their uncle. She noticed that he had the permission slip to go to Hogsmeade in his hand. She hadn't even bothered to take her's out of it's envelope. She knew better to think that their uncle or aunt would ever consider actually signing it for her. Harry still had hope though. "Uncle Vernon. I need you to sign this form." He asked his uncle.

Vernon didn't even to bother to look at what ever Harry had, had in his hands. "What is it?" He asked back to him. Liliana had to admit that she was surprised that he had even asked what it was instead of just telling her brother 'no'.

Harry shared a look with his sister, nerves getting the best of him. He was really hoping that his uncle would sign the parchment in his hand. Then, maybe if it wasn't pushing his luck, he could convince him to sign his sister's as well. "Nothing." He mumbled. "Something for school . . ." He continued on. He glanced back at his sister again and was happy to see that she was giving him a supporting smile.

Liliana stared between them, wondering what was going to happen. Their uncle stopped just before the entrance to the other room and looked at the parchment in Harry's hand suspiciously. "Later perhaps." He considered it. He turned to leave, but paused again. "If you behave." He told them before he went to the living room to see his own sister.

Harry, to say it kindly, didn't like their aunt Marge. She had always found something awful to say about their parents. Liliana didn't like her either, but had just gotten to the point where she would ignore the hag and leave the room. There was no point in creating even more chaos for her life. Marge had turned to see them in the entry way to the room. "So. You're both still here, are you?" She wasn't pleased to see them, not that their Aunt and Uncle had, had any help in changing her mind about them.

She was an old hag, they both knew it, but she still managed to get on his very last nerve. "Yes." Harry said bitterly to her. His twin elbowed him in the gut. He was only making matters worse by talking back like that. Normally, she didn't mind when it was toward her Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, but with their Aunt Marge visiting, they were far worst with their punishments.

Like Liliana had known, Marge didn't like the way Harry had talked back to her. Not one bit at all. "Don't say 'yes' in that ungrateful tone. Damn good of my brother to keep you both, if you ask me. Especially you, you troublesome girl, you. I can see that you're growing up just like your mother, clothing choices and all." She didn't like the fact that Liliana was pretty and tiny. In height and shape. So, she settled for insulting her every chance that she had.

Unlike her brother, she just merely clenched her mouth shut tight, balling her fists up at her sides. Harry let his anger toward the woman be forgotten for the moment as he took a hold of his sister's hand. He forced her fist open so he could grasp her hand, trying to calm her down. "You still have that blasted mark as well, I see. You would think that the girl would learn to cover the horrid thing up. Honestly, Vernon." She continued to insult his sister.

Only now she had gone on about his sister's own scar. Unlike his tiny lightning bolt scar on his forehead, she had one down her arm. The skin was slightly purple around the scar that had run down the side of her arm. She had been subconscious about it all of her life, but she had started to get use to it since she had started going to Hogwarts two years ago. She rarely noticed it was there now when they were there during the school year. Marge turned to her brother and sister-in-law with a bitter expression. "It'd have been straight to an orphanage if they'd been dumped on my doorstep." She them both.

Just then, Dudley, who had been sitting comatosed before the TV, emitted a hollow, brain dead chuckle. "Is that my Dudders! Hm? Is that my neffy poo? Come and say hello to your Auntie Marge." Marge flashed a thick fan of pound notes. Dudley blinked before waddling forward. He extended his plump palm obediently. Harry looked on with disgust, before they both looked down to see Ripper, their aunt's dog, snuffling about his ankle.

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Soon it was dark, and the day was almost over. Liliana had gone to change the first chance that she had gotten. Dinner had finished up quickly, much to the twins pleasure. A dinner with their Aunt Marge was almost as bad as a dinner without her, if not worse. Dudley was watching TV while the twins had been banished to washing the dishes. As they were clearing the dishes, their uncle had brought out a bottle of brandy. "Can I tempt you, Marge?" He chuckled to his sister.

She moved her glass forward. "Just a small one. A bit more . . . a bit more . . . that's the boy." She said. The glass was nearly full as she took a sloppy sip. "Aah. Excellent nosh, Petunia. It's normally just a fry-up for me, what with twelve dogs." Liliana could never understand why such a lady like her aunt would ever want so many dogs in her home.

She smacked her lips, lowering her glass of brandy, and let Ripper take a slobbery lap out of the glass. Liliana shudders at the sight. Now, that was not something she had expected to see. She, herself, had loved animals. More so dogs, than cats, but all animals none the less. Ripper was the exception to her love for dogs though. Harry thought that it was funny to see how much that treated that dog like an actual person. "What are you smirking at! Where is it you send them, Vernon?" She asked her brother.

On top of their aunt and uncle list of lies, was that magic didn't exist. Harry and Liliana were just insane. Plain and simple as that. "St. Brutus's. It's a first-rate institution for hopeless cases." He told his sister. Liliana scowled at her uncle before going back to washing the dishes.

Harry, however, just frowned as he glanced over at his uncle, who in turn glared darkly back at him. "I see. And do they use the cane at St. Brutus's, boy? I'm sure they've got better punishment for you, girl." She sneered at the two. Merlin only knew what kind of punish she was thinking about. Liliana didn't want, or need, to know.

Harry glanced at his sister's rigid form. He hated how his aunt talked about her. Lily couldn't have been any more nicer than she already was. She was gentle and kind, she couldn't even hurt a fly even if she had wanted to. He was still amazed at how strong she was though. She had helped him defeat Professor Quirell back in first year when he had been trying to steal the stone. "Oh, yes. I've been beaten loads of times." Harry told her sarcastically.

Lily nudged his side, but he could see the faint smile on her lips. The two chuckled as they saw that she had believed him. The closes thing to real punishment was detention with Snape at Hogwarts. "Excellent. I won't have this namby-pamby wishy-washy nonsense about not hitting people who deserve it." She said out as she took another sip of her drink. "Still. Mustn' blame yourself for how these two turned out, Vernon. It all comes down to the blood. Bad blood will out. What is that their father did, Petunia?" She asked their aunt.

She was now agitated. She clearly didn't like talking about her witch of a sister, Lily, and her no-for-good husband, James Potter. "Nothing. That is . . . he didn't work. He was . . . unemployed." She lied, causing the twin's anger to spike just slightly. They hated how their family bad mouthed their parents.

Marge, nor the other two adults in the room, had noticed the twins discomfort in where the conversation had turned. "Of course. And a drunk, I expect . . ." She didn't get a chance to say anything further.

"That's a lie."

Aunt Marge paused on her wine, her eyes narrowing on Harry, whom had been the one to cut her off. "What did you say?" She snarled at the boy. He was nothing to her, merely scrum off the bottom of her shoes that her brother and his wife had been kind enough to take in, along with his good for nothing, tramp, of a sister.

Harry looked over at his sister to see her clenching onto the sink, her knuckles white from her grip. Their father had always felt like more of a sore spot to her. She knew hardly anything about him, and she hadn't a single reminder of him other than the one picture of him with her mother. She didn't even have a single trait from him, not that anyone could find anyways. "Our dad wasn't a drunk." He growled out.

POP! The glass in their Aunt Marge's hand had exploded, only it hadn't been Harry who had done it. It had been Liliana's doing. "Oh my goodness! Marge!" Petunia shouted out as she went to clean up the mess that her niece had created, unknowingly to their other aunt, of course.

She had shooed her hands away, though. "Not to worry, Petunia. I have a very firm grip." She told her. Harry looked back at his sister in shock as she, herself, was staring at the shattered glass in complete surprise. She didn't wait for her uncle to tell them to go to bed before she hurried out of the room and up to their room. Harry was about to go after her, but was stopped by his aunt's voice. "Quiet, Vernon. It doesn't matter about the father. In the end it comes down to the mother. You see it all the with dogs. If there's something wrong with the bitch, there'll be something wrong with the pups. I'm sure that's where that little mouse gets . . ." Marge started to say, glaring daggers at the boy in front of her.

She didn't get a chance to finish insulting his sister, though. "Shut up! Shut up!" He cut her off once again. She started to reply to his outburst, when a button on her dress when sailing in to the air. Seams groaned as they were stretched, threads snapping as they were pulled too much apart. Harry, now, couldn't believe that his sister was missing this.

The hag's eyes widened, her cheeks billowed. Her whole body seemed to billow as she began to inflate like a monstrous balloon. "Marge!" Vernon called out. As she raised, he leaped for her. Ripper growled, lunging as he fixed his teeth into his trousers. Harry frightened by what he had done, watched on his Aunt Marge bounced gently across the ceiling and into the conservatory. He hadn't even noticed that Dudley had been knocked out of his seat by two of the buttons from the lady's dress.

Vernon and Petunia raced outside. As his sister began to float away, he gripped onto her hands. "Don't worry! I've got you . . ." He shouted out as he tried his best to keep her from floating away. Slowly . . . to his horror . . . he found himself beginning to raise up. His wife watched the scene before her in awestruck.

Aunt Marge looked fearfully into his eyes. She could feel herself slipping from her brother's grip. "Vernon. Don't you dare . . . " It was too late, because he had let go of her hands. He fell to his knees, calling out for his sister to come back. The two adults watch as she floated away into the dusk colored sky.