Disclaimer: I only own Violet P. Edgecomb and her role in my little scheme. The rest belongs to you know who – LOL – JK Rowling.

A/N: enjoy this was done in a half hour. So if it sucks tell me. But this isn't it yet, the plot will come in the second chapter when Harry finds out he is a wizard, many things confuse him at the moment he hears it.

Chapter one.

Harry potter had a special friend since he was in kindergarten. It was a girl just as old as he. She had thick curly hair as black as the night. Her eyes were blue and varied in hues according to her mood. She was built small like him but she was physically faster than him and more nimble. Her name was Violet P. Edgecomb. She was alone - just like Harry - on their first day at kindergarten. They gathered their courage and talked to each other. The four year olds spend the whole day together and became great friends. This friendship went straight to elementary school. They were the only one each other had. Through the years they fought against Dudley and his gangs. They hardly saw each other during the summers because Violet went to sports camp or girls' camp for the whole three months. They exchanged Christmas gifts but never birthday gifts since both their birthdays fell in the summer.

The summer before they went to high school Violet stayed home because her mother was ill. They met each other daily, and played chess in the park or threw a Frisbee for hours.

A while before Harry's birthday Violet went to a family reunion with her parents. Their last day together felt like only an hour to them.

"To which school are you going to?" she asked as she passed Harry the Frisbee.

"I can hardly remember the name, but in all it's horrible." He passed it pack. "You?"

"Don't get me started, I can't pronounce it." She laughed.

"It's in Spanish so you can imagine my despair. I'm not that good with the language yet. That's part of why I'm going, to learn the language. The other part is because my mum says it's a good school. All magi…" she cut herself off before she ended her sentence. Harry frowned.

"Violet? All what?" he asked keeping the Frisbee in his hand for a while.

She turned red and bit her bottom lip. "I don't know what I was about to say," she covered.

"Violet?"

"Oh Harry if only you knew," she cried. Harry tossed the Frisbee to the grass and walked up to his friend.

"Violet?" he asked again.

"No!" she scolded herself. Harry took her face in his hands and looked deep into her eyes. It was a grayish hue for the first time in her life; it looked to cold Harry wanted to warm her up. Her hair was tied into a pony that day the curls bounced as she began to shake with crying.

"You know you can tell me everything?" he asked and embraced her with a hug.

"Not this Harry, I can't tell you this. You're better off not hearing it from me."

"Violet, you're mumbling." He stated.

"Yes, I am."

Darkness came over the park and Harry knew he had to go before the Dursleys lock him out.

"What can't you tell me?" he asked quickly. He didn't want to push her but he had to know.

"No!" she scolded again. After a few moments she pulled away from Harry and took several steps back.

"I'm a witch!" she said softly, then turned and ran home.

Harry stood astounded and her words spun in his head: "I'm a witch"

She's just playing with me; this is just her way of saying goodbye, Harry thought and ran home too.

A/N: more to come: much later in his life Harry finds out Violet was his sister and not only that but his twin sister. She becomes the key to fight evil and next to Ron and Hermione she is Harry's right hand. Stay close to your computer screens for the next chapter of "The Chronicles of being twins; Saga 1".