The Connected

Chapter 1: Figuring Things Out

A/N: Hope you enjoy! I'm new to :) this is rated T.

I frowned looking across the crowded bustling street of Diagon Alley, I let out a long sigh my so called friends had ditched me. I was alone. They weren't really my friends just people looking after me or rather showing me around. I sighed.

I am a fourth year student and very short for my age of fourteen. I sighed and looked down at my list, I needed a wand, robes, pet, books and other things. This wasn't an average list for a fourth year student and I wasn't an average fourth year student. I looked up from my list to see four friends walking down toward a shop and I froze for a second then I ran toward them.
"Hello!" I called, "Hello! Please wait!"
The four kids turned around and looked at me, then two of their jaws dropped. I smiled sheepishly.
"Harry, can it be?" The girl with orange hair asked, looking back and forth between me and Harry.
"It can't be." The other girl spoke up, I took in her appearance. She had blonde hair and electric blue eyes with freckles, she was very cute.
"Ally is right, it can't be." Harry told them frowning, I frowned.
"Harry…it is me." I sighed feeling hurt, "Dumbledore came to me about a month ago, I got my letter that day which was quite a shock, especially saying I was a bloody fourth year! Three years behind! The people who brought me here ditched me, so I'm on my own."
Something in the orange haired girls mind clicked, "Harry…it is her. Look at the similarities to your mum…well your guy's mum…she has the same hair as the photos we have seen, the same green eyes as you."
"Do you have the scar?" Harry asked in a shaky voice. I looked at his forehead and could see the end of his scar, mine wasn't even visible under my thick bangs. I took a shaky hand and lifted them to reveal the same scar, the all gasped and Harry hugged me, "It is you."
"It is." I muttered hugging him back smiling. Harry was exactly one month older than me. He got the black hair of our dad will I got the dark red hair of our mum, we both got the green eyes of our mum and bad eyesight of our dad. Harry wore what look like older glasses that had newer lenses, must of used that spell that Dumbledore used on mine, my frames were more beat up then his.
"Well since I got ditched, I am utterly lost." I told him, "Mind showing me around?"
Harry beamed, "Sure…do you guys want to come with?"
They all smiled, "Sure, Harry. Umm what's your name?" The red haired girl asked.
"Harry…you never told them?" I asked turning on him, my anger boiling. My magic was strong and not very controllable when I was angry.
Harry looked at me sheepishly, "It was a hard subject…I never wanted to talk about it."
My anger died down a bit but I heard glass break and I winced, I took a deep breath and calmed myself down, "My name is Elizabeth Lily Potter but call me Liz, please."
"Hermione Granger." Hermione smiled, though she looked a little frightened. I gave her a small smile.
"Ally Porter…long story how I met the trio." Ally said with a sheepish smile.
"Ron Weasley." Ron said speaking up for the first time, making me notice him.
"Dumbledore told me about you Hermione." I told her smiling, her smile faltered, "Don't be alarmed, he said you're going to be my tutor, also said you're the smartest of our year."
Hermione's smile lit up and she looked pleased with herself.
"Have you stopped by Gringotts, Liz?" Ally asked.
"Yes, I have." I smiled at her pulling out a bag out of my old knapsack that was on my side, it was old to say the least, "Then I was ditched. They didn't even have the courtesy to tell me about the currency."
Ron laughed a little bit which earned him a glare from Harry.
"Galleons are the gold ones and they cost the most and are worth seventeen Sickles, the silver ones, and four-hundred and ninety-three Knuts, the bronze ones." Hermione told me.
I nodded, "Okay."
"She didn't catch that." Ron snorted.
"Yes I did." I told him glaring then repeated what Hermione had said, "So, what do we need first?"
"I need new robes," Hermione spoke up, "and of course books."
Ron, Harry and Ally frowned at the book part but I beamed I loved learning about new things, "Let's get our robes first, then my wand, books, a pet, I really want a cat and owl, and then potions stuff. Oh yes where are you staying Harry?"
"With Ron's parents...I bet they wouldn't mind letting you stay." Harry smiled looking at Ron.
"Of course." Ron beamed. With that note we were on our way to get our robes, I would soon get a tie in my house colors and other things. Then went to go get my wand at a place called Olivanders, only I went in. Harry gave me a reassuring smile as I went in.
"Umm hello?" I called into the shop, there was some rattling in the back of the shop making me jump and then a man with white hair stuck his head out, his eyes glistened.
"Well, well look who it is," The man chuckled, "you look like the spitting image of your mother at her age, Mrs. Potter."
I blushed, "Thank you, sir."
"Anyways I think I know what wand you will have." He smiled warmly and handed me a wand, I looked at it blankly, "Now, now swish and flick."
I picked up the wand and did what he said but something went terribly wrong. There was a deafening popping noise and the lights went out then came back on, I put the wand back down with shaking hands.
"Umm Mr. Olivander I think you were wrong." I told him.
The man chuckled, "Yes, yes. You are right there." He smiled then went into the depth of the store and grabbed another wand and gave it to me and gave me a reassuring smile. I frowned but did the same maneuver. This time the opposite happened and my hair was lifted up and there was a bright light.

"Ah there we go, that was indeed weird." Mr. Olivander frowned, "Your brother got the wand that he-who-must-not-be-named has the same feather, the first wand you tried has that exact feather Liz. It is very strange since you and your brother are supposedly linked to you-know-who."
"We're linked to Voldemort?" I asked, Olivander looked as if I said a curse word or if he would faint, "Does my wand have any heritage?"
"Oh...yes it does indeed." Olivander said with a small frown, I gulped, "I remember when your mother came in with Serveus Snape they were very good friends until their fifth year, you see. The point I'm getting at is your wand is connected to Serveus Snape, a professor at Hogwarts."
"Why is that a bad thing?" I asked, frowning.
"He used to be a follower of you-know-who but Dumbledore trusts him with his life." Olivander said with a twinkle to his eye. I thanked him then left.