HARRY POTTER POV
"Greetings Nick!" Hermione called towards the nearly headless ghost.
The headless-well, nearly headless, ghost turned to her.
"Welcome back to Hogwarts, Miss Granger!" He smiled charmingly and floated away.
"Bloody hell, Hermione, do you need to greet every ghost in the school?" Ron rolled his eyes and I laughed.
It was so great to be back with my friends again, after a full summer of work, the only thing that kept me going were Ron and Hermione's letters. Despite the Weasley's owl being a total dunce, I got a few laughs out of it, breaking windows and scaring the living daylights out of Uncle Vernon.
"I always love the start of the year feasts!" Ron squeeled, rubbing his hands together greedily.
"We can tell, from the number of chicken wings you devour every time." Hermione made a disgusted face.
Ron ignored her comment and stated:
"I can't wait for these stupid sortings to end, it's not like we get any new people in our years anyways." Ron mumbled.
Hermione and I turned around to see a HUGE, and I mean huge, group of new kids. At least 50. They looked really scared, and I started to wonder if I looked like that my first year.
"I think you may be wrong there...theres bound to be at least ONE third year there." George reasoned with us. Ron looked unconvinced.
Dumbledore started his usual beginning-of-year speech, and a stool was brought up my Professor Mcgonagal along with a giant scroll. She hovered the Sorting hat, which I remembered all too well, over the stool.
"Here you will be sorted into one of the four houses; Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin." She perched her glasses to the end if her nose and started reading off names.
The first ten or so kids were first years, and we only got one new kid, a rather large one named Ricardo.
"Phil MiCrevice?" Professor called out, and everyone toppled over laughing. Poor kid.
After a while I stopped paying attention, all I really wanted was to feast, and my stomach was starting to growl.
"Alice Potter?" My last name snapped me out of my thoughts and I looked towards the stool.
Sitting there was a short, thin girl, with pin straight black hair and thick bangs. I blinked. I blinked again. I blinked until my eyes watered.
"Harry, you never told us you had a sister!" Hermione exclaimed.
"I...don't." It was rather frightening, like looking into a mirror after a huge makeover.
I watched her as she took a seat at the stool and squinted into the crowd.
The hat looked very unsure, mumbling a few things to my look alike.
"SLYTHERIN!" It yelled. She jumped off the stool and sat with her new housemates.
"That was rather odd," Hermione stared at me, expecting an explanation.
"I've never seen her before in my life." Who the hell is she? I didn't have a sister, never did. Cousin? No, something that pretty couldn't possibly come from the dursleys. If I had a sister, I would've been told. Wouldn't I?
ALICE POTTER POV
I stumbled towards the Slytherin table, or what I made out to be something green, and took a free seat next to a blonde girl.
"And so the feast begins!" Dumbledore yelled.
Food poofed onto our tables and kids all around my started grabbing from all directions. I didn't know where to start! If I could see anything, that would sure help.
"It's Harry Potter!" "That's a girl, you idiot." "But she looks just like him!"
"Shut up, Goyle."
I bit my lip, curious as to who they were talking about and who was talking.
"Who're you?" A voice asked me from across the table.
I leaned forward to answer, but was interrupted by a sarcastic tone.
"I'm over HERE, you moron. Are you blind?" He spat out.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I uh, lost my glasses on the train." I stuttered.
I laughed to myself a bit when I saw the blonde facepalm.
"Excuse me," A polite voice from my right started.
"Potter. What are you filthy Gryffindors doing at our table?" The blonde spat out.
"Cool it, whoever the hell you are." I nudged him and turned to the other speaker.
Out of my terrible eyesight I saw he had unruly black hair. Something was familiar about him.
He didn't say anything more, like he was expecting something.
A lightbulb flashed in my head.
"Oh! So sorry, I'm Alice Potter. And you are?" I stuck out my hand in his direction.
He paused and then blurted out:
"Don't you recognize me?"
"Should I? I'm sorry, I don't know you, and I surely can't see you.
I felt a big pair of glasses being put on my face and I found myself staring back at me.
"I'm Harry Potter, and I think I'm your brother." He gulped.
I just stared at him. It was like looking at myself in the mirror, minus the longer hair.
"I don't know what your talking about."
I blurted out. Who did this guy think he was, proclaiming us to be twins when I didn't even know him?
"Buzz off, Potter." "Yeah, get out of here!" Voices from beside me taunted him.
He looked upset, and ran off to the Gryffindor table.
"Pussy!" Blondie snickered.
I turned towards him and stared at him in shock.
Now that I could see, I realized I'd been talking to this really hot guy. He had bright blonde hair and the most perfect blue eyes..I smiled at the fact that he would be in the same house as me.
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Ugh.
I looked into the mirror and winced.
My black hair had become greasy fast, probably from all the nervous sweat yesterday. My green eyes looked pale somehow, my skin was greasy and I found a pimple on my chin. I checked my teeth and noticed I lost my retainer.
I let out a horribly exaggerated groan.
"Everything okay in there?" Abuka called.
"Peachy keen, in the middle of a battle."
"Agaisnt?"
"Acne." I heard her laugh from outside the bathroom door.
I met Abuka when Snape showed us our dorms, me and her were stuck with the smallest room, which had only two beds, a bathroom and a small closet. She was really nice, and she actually got my sarcastic comments. Also, she didn't hog the shower.
Speaking of showers... I jumped in for a quick one to get the grease out of my poor hair. Afterwards I walked out of the bathroom door in a towel.
The room was empty and Abuka's shoes were gone.
Floating in the air in front of my face was a note of some sort.
I grabbed whatshisface's glasses and read it out loud.
"Alice, Man do you take long showers! I'm writing this while you sing Hogwarts's anthem, and by the time your done your probably gunna be late for Potions. It starts at 8, by the way."
My eyes darted towards the alarm clock and I nearly screamed when I saw it read "8:16" I threw my towel off and started blow drying my hair while slipping on some underwear. I pulled my skirt on, hiked up my knee-highs, threw on a white collard shirt, tie, sweater vest, and dashed out the door. Only then did I realize I forgot my wand, cloak, and books.
By the time I gathered my things, and made it to Potions class it was around 8:35.
The door was open and I could see a professor wearing black writing on the blackboard.
I tiptoed in, and the whole class turned to me. I put a finger to my lips and crept over to a seat next to blondie.
But when I sat down, I realized the teacher hadn't noticed. A kid gave me a thumbs up and I smiled. Next thing I knew, A creepy mans face with black hair and a huge nose appeared in front of me.
"Miss Potter I fail to see a reason for being over HALF AN HOUR LATE." His voice got louder with each word.
He turned back to me with a death glare.
"Care to explain your absence and ridiculous looking glasses Miss Potter?" A couple kids snickered.
Everyone was looking at me, waiting. "You really wanna know?"
"If you will, Miss Potter. Were waiting."
"WELL. I got up at 7, showered, found a note from Abuka that made me panic, got dressed, forgot my things, got lost on the way here, and did a fantastic job of sneaking in." I blurted out. Hey, it was the truth.
The teacher stared at me expectantly.
"Oh, these are someone elses glasses, I lost mine on the train."
I looked around the class and spotted my look alike stranger friend. Taking off the glasses, I threw them to him and sat back down.
"Feraverto." Professor flicked his wand towards my face and my eyesight was completely fixed, no glasses needed.
"Thanks, Professor...?"
"Snape. Severes Snape. Just know that your cheeky-ness would've cost you 5000 points from Slytherin, Your lucky your in my house." He stared at me intently.
As Snape went on about plants and other things that don't matter, I felt something hit my hand.
From my right was a crumpled up note from Blondie, I'm guessing.
"Nice going, Potter! You almost cost us points!"
I grabbed a quill and quickly wrote back.
"Oh shut it, Blondie, it's not my fault we didn't wake up before 7 at BeauxBaton! Cut me some slack, it's my first day." I throw it at his head just to bug him, and a minute later it hit me in the eye.
"Blondie? Is that what your calling me now? It's malfoy. DrAco malfoy. Your first day, huh? Let me give you some advice; if stay away from Gryffindors and do what I say,You should be good."
I smirked and blew up the note quietly with my wand. Malfoy really was something.
Hogwarts really was beautiful. Now that I could properly see it, anyways. The lake was crystal clear and the trees were an astonishing green. I was sitting under a tree by the edge of the water. Skipping lunch was no big deal for me, if i ate three times a day i felt bloated.
I sighed and took in the crisp air.
That's what I love most about this place, that it's so different from home.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" A voice broke me out of my thoughts. I turned around hoping to see Malfoy, but my look alike left me disappointed.
"Listen, Alice. I seriously think we might be related somehow." He started.
"Look, i dont know you, nor have I ever. It's simply coincidence." I stated.
It was silent for a bit, and when I really thought he had given up , he started again.
"When's your birthday?" He asked.
"31st of July." I answered.
"Me too. Who were your parents?"
I paused. I never really knew my parents, I was adopted by an unkind man and locked in a room all my life.
"I never knew them..." I whispered sadly.
"Lily and James Potter." He answered quickly.
"My name is Harry Potter, my mother Lily saved me from Voldemort when I was a year old, I barely remember it. Whose to say I didnt have a sister?" He hinted.
We looked into the lake and at our reflections. If I pushed back my hair, we looked exactly alike.
"Harry and Alice Potter. Alice and Harry. Siblings. Twins? Alice and Harry. Harry and Alice..." I mumbled to myself.
"I've made up my mind." I declared.
Harry looked excited to hear my answer.
"I'm not going to believe you until dumbledore says we are twins. We dont wanna go telling people stupid lies."
"But why?" Harry looked hurt.
"What if we really aren't twins and this is all a stupid coincidence? Frankly I hope we aren't so I can date you!" I blurted out. Cue awkward silence.
Without another word I stood up and walked away. Dammit! Why did I tell him that? I don't actually like him, do I? He could be my brother! And he looks just like me, have I turned narcissistic or something?
Ugh. I didn't even want a sibling.
What I really wanted was to get into my dorm and fall asleep. How unusual of me, it was only around 1 o'clock.
When I got to the dorm I plopped onto the couch, sitting next to Draco.
He stared at my face with a look of disgust.
"Whats your problem?"
"You look so much like Potter." He spat out disgustedly.
"I AM Potter. As for Harry, it's quite possibly I'm his twin sister." I rubbed my temples. All this twin business was giving me a headache.
"No, you can't be." Draco simply dismissed the topic and got back to reading a small book.
"And why do you say that?" I took an apple out of my pocket and started levitating it out of boredom.
"Potters a loser, your not, he's annoying, your not, he thinks he's awesome, you don't, and he defeated Voldemort and thinks the whole world revolves around him." Draco rolled his eyes.
The apple twisted and turned and flipped over above Draco's head.
"AND, his parents were completely Gryffindor-blooded, if you were really his twin there's no way you'd make it to Slytherin." he reasoned with me.
"Can I have that?" He gestured above his head and I stopped the spell, the apple landing swiftly in Draco's hand. Instead of eating it he stuffed it into his pocket.
I pulled my knees up to my chest and sighed. So much drama so early on.
