This story is written if Harry Potter had an older sister and is told from her POV. This story takes place in Harry's fifth year, (OOTP)

Prologue

I like to be different. Go against the status quo. My stubbornness is probably what led me to where I am today. I hate when people just assume things about people they don't know.

"All the bad witches and wizards come from Slytherin."

Really? I'm sorry, I forgot, what house was Peter Pettigrew in? The only thing I remember about him is that he betrayed my parents and he's the reason Harry and I are orphans and had to live with our terrible Muggle relatives.

"Red hair, hand-me-down clothes? You must be a Weasley."

Oh really? Just because I inherited my mother's gorgeous scarlet locks and have to wear hand-me-downs sometimes because my Muggle relatives are too cheap to buy me new clothes, I'm automatically a Weasley? As much as I love the Weasleys and are practically part of their family, I'm a Potter and proud.

"Both your parents were in Gryffindor; I bet you'll be sorted in there, too."

As fantastic as Gryffindors are, I'm still holding a grudge against a certain rat-like man that screwed up my life when I was only a toddler. I want nothing to do with him or the House he was sorted into.

So I asked the Sorting Hat to put me, Annabelle Louise Potter, into

Slytherin.

The Sorting Hat was happy to accede.

I came to discover many things about myself in my first five years at

Hogwarts. One was that I was one of the only half-bloods in my house. This wouldn't be a big deal in any of the other houses, but in Slytherin I was practically an alien. Since I was a half-blood, I was off limits to practically all of the purebloods. However, Most of the Slytherin boys had the whole "pureblood rebel" thing going on, so they were constantly trying to get me to go out with them. Most of the Slytherins knew that their parents would set up an arranged marriage with another Pureblood anyways, so the boys figured they would have a little fun with halfbloods in school now because they knew they would never end up with them later. As annoying as these stuck-up prats can be, it was both a good and bad thing. It was good because they would practically do anything I asked them to do, but it was bad because, not to be conceited, the other Slytherin girls were jealous. They tried everything they could think of to embarrass me or make me look foolish. With all the Slytherin girls out to get me, it was no surprise that I would have to find friendship in a different house if I didn't want to be lonely. With my good work ethics, high grades and intelligence, I naturally became best friends with a Ravenclaw girl in my grade. Luckily for me, Ravenclaw shared most of their classes with Slytherins, so I almost never had to put up with all the invidious Slytherin girls on my own.

The start of my sixth year was quite eventful.

Double Potions in the morning was always something to look forward to. Being a Slytherin, potions class was by far the best part of the day. Professor Snape openly favored us in class and always helped us if we got stuck. He was actually quite funny when his hateful remarks weren't directed at you. Even though he favored all the Slytherins, he seemed to be particularly keen on favoring me. Of course it was all subtle and probably only I would notice, but it was definitely there. I first thought it may be that it was because I was one of the only half-bloods in Slytherin just like he was, but lately I've been thinking there may be something else to it. My suspicion all started in that Double Potions class at the beginning of my sixth year.