Another Potter?
1. Arrival
Harry stood in shock and disbelief. He couldn't have heard Dumbledore correctly. He was sitting in the Great hall at the start of term feast of his seventh and final year at Hogwarts. He had recently defeated Voldermort and he remembered what a shock it had been to learn that there was someone who wanted to kill him, even though he was only eleven. However nothing could compare to this. Dumbledore and Sirius had told him at the end of his third year, but he had not kept his hopes up. He didn't think it was possible even for the amazing Dumbledore. Dumbledore repeated himself to make sure that Harry had heard him,
"We have found you're sister".
The entire school was quite making Dumbledore's voice echo throughout the hall. The silence was suddenly broken by the sound of an unfamiliar female voice,
"Is this a bad time?"
Harry turned his head towards the open doors, where stood a young girl with waist long jet black hair, tied back into a ponytail and she also had emerald green eyes. She looked at Harry and he knew she was his sister (any idiot could tell). She walked over to the Gryffindor table and stood facing him.
"Hi Harry . . . um . . . " she said rather nervously, aware of the fact that every eye in the hall was upon her.
Hermione was the first to come out of the shock and stood up and turned to face the girl.
"Hi, I'm Hermione Granger, Harry's friend. Whats your name?"
"I'm Rachel Juliet Potter, although Potter's a bit new to me. It will take some time to get used to it".
She looked relieved that someone had finally spoken to her, Rachel hated being nervous, she didn't do nervous. Dumbledore finally spoke again,
"Miss Potter, if you'd like you and your brother may return to your common room and finish your dinner there?"
"Sure" both Harry and Rachel replied and then left the hall together.
The hall burst into sudden conversations, opinions from students as to what had just happened, gossip and rumours etc (typical teenagers). There was an interesting conversation going on at the Slytherin table.
"I can't believe you just said that mate. Are you insane? Do you know what this could do to your reputation?", asked a black haired boy named Blaise Zabini. He was looking at his friend Draco Malfoy.
"I must be and I know what would happen if it were to get out, so don't you dare tell anyone Zabini", Malfoy said this rather annoyed about what he had let slip. how could he think thet Potter's sister was . . . he couldn't even think about it. It was that stupid, don't think about it he told himself. Although this may be a little difficult as she was the subject of every conversation right now and something told him it was not going to go away quickly and she wasn't either.