I am Skye Lily Potter. I was born in July, along with my brother, Harry James Potter. He came out a few moments at birth before I did, and we each resemble our parents; I mostly resemble Lily, and Harry mostly James. The only thing that is different, is we each have the other parent's eyes. Mine James, his Lily. My story is much different to Harry's, how I escaped Voldemort. I was in the other crib, sleeping under the blankets, unseen by everybody whilst my mother played with Harry in her arms. My father ran upstairs, warned Lily and then he came in. Voldemort. He threw the deadly Unforgivable Curse first at James, then to Lily, leaving the baby Potters to, somehow, struggle out of the tight situation. I'm not sure how, but I was found by an old, Muggle woman, streaming black hair and long, velvety robes. She picked me up, gave me a home but when I was five years of age, she died of cancer. Luckily, she did not know the powers I possessed, and nobody found out, not even me, until I was taken from the orphanage.
"Good morning, Skye." said an unusually calm, safe man who walked through the door. He had waist-length, white hair matching with his beard, light purple robes and half-moon spectacles, giving sight to the crimson blue eyes.
"I am Albus Dumbledore. I would like to escort you to the recent temporary home your brother is at this very moment. Would you be kindest to take arm?" said Dumbledore. I was astounded; I have a brother? I have a brother!
"Um, of course, but may I ask why I have to take your arm? Can't we just - catch a bus to wherever my - brother - is?" I asked, perplexed.
"I am afraid not, Ms Potter, because your brother is much too far for a bus to travel. Now, please take hold of my arm - yes, like that, thank you - and we shall be there in a jiffy!" A loud crack and our feet lost contact of the ground. A swirl of light, color and time and we arrived in the countryside, a part of England I had never seen or been. I looked beside me and found Dumbledore looking in the opposite direction. I whirled around, eyes still on Dumbledore when I finally dragged them over to, what had to be, where my brother was staying. It looked like someone had chucked a few planks of wood together and it magically formed a house. Then something hit me; how had Dumbledore and I arrive here? Dumbledore strode over to the door and rapped on it exactly three times. A small, squeaky, woman's voice called through the peephole.
"Wh-who is it?" said the voice. Dumbledore gave a sideways glance to me before answering the woman inside the house.
"Albus Dumbledore, head of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, brother of Aberforth and Ariana. That is all you should need to know, Molly." There was a tiny 'oh!' and the door swung open, revealing a woman with a pink, cooking apron on, flaming red hair and emerald green robes on.
"I'm so sorry, Albus, it's just that Sirius Black has broken out of Azkaban undetected and I just though that –" the woman stopped speaking rapidly and turned her head with a grin over to me.
"And who's this?" she said, smiling.
"That is why I am here, Molly, because Harry needs to meet his twin-sister –"
"TWIN?" shrieked the woman, a frightened look on her face.
"But how - Merlin's beard, Harry's got a twin! Just when he thought he was all alone! Oh, do come in Albus, do come in, how rude of me, and you of course –"
"Skye. Skye Lily Potter." said Dumbledore, giving my name to the woman.
"Well, shall I call Harry?" she beamed at me. She ushered us inside and offered my a cup of tea. "N-no thanks, –" I stammered.
"Oh, call me Mrs Weasley! Nothing personal! It's just that adults, unlike you, no offense –" Mrs Weasley was interrupted by a man, just the same as her, but male walked through the door.
"Molly, give Ginny a break! What did she do this time? Jinx Fred and George for - Merlin's beard, I'm so sorry! You look strangely familiar... aha! I got it! Lily..." Mr Weasley looked perplexed. He probably knew my mother and father were dead, but confused that there was an exact copy of her sitting in his - wait a second... There was a pan in the sink, with a sponge over it, washing itself... then the carrots were chopping themselves... and the radishes were washing themselves...
I felt like I wanted to scream. Dumbledore and I were transported here... magically. The kitchen was cooking and cleaning itself... magically. And then, Mrs Weasley pulled out a long, wooden stick from her pocket and waved it. All color and happiness drained from my soul with Mrs Weasley's last move. She waved her stick and all the chairs on the dining table were - magically - pushed in. Suddenly, everything went black, voices echoing through my ears, people rushing down the stairs, my father standing over me... or was it my brother?
