So this is my first Harry Potter fanfic and I kinda bent the rules of Hogwarts. You'll figure it out when we get there. The first couple of chapters are kinda dry. Sry.

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I read the head line of the news paper again. It always had to something with Harry Potter. The moving picture showed Harry waving and smiling, about something. It annoyed me. Harry Potter this, Harry Potter that. He and I shared the same last name but it never bothered me. A lot of people had the same last name. "Lily! Come down here now!" yelled my mom.

"Coming!" I crumpled up the newspaper and threw it into the garbage next to my door. I ran down the stairs and joined my mom at the front door. She was grabbing her purse and sliding her coat onto her arms. "Mom, who were my biological parents?" I asked slowly. All I knew was that I was adopted by the couple that I have lived with for the past twelve years. We have never really talked about it. I guess it didn't really matter.

"Honestly, I don't know, sweetie." she said as opened the door.

"Oh."

"Why does it matter? You've never really asked about it before."

"Well I was just wondering. Do you know if I had any siblings?"

"I think you had a brother but he wasn't put up for adoption."

"OK." I grabbed my coat and followed my mom outside. It wind was gently blowing and the sky was a beautiful blue without a cloud to be seen. I opened the passenger door and climbed in. My mom, Elizabeth, and I always went grocery shopping together. I guess you could say it was our thing. We didn't do much together, I helped her cook and clean but that was about it. My adoptive dad, Richard, had died in a car crash three years ago and we haven't talked about it since. My mom was too sensitive to the topic. I looked out the window and watched the trees go by as we drove down the street. My adoptive parents knew that I was a witch, I guess you could say. One day, when I was younger, everything just started to float and move around whenever I got mad. Apparently they knew before I did. They knew since the day they adopted me. Everything, like my "powers" and stuff, was under control. They rarely acted up. I was home schooled by my mom on regular topics. History, science, math, and language arts. When we got the store, my mom gave me my have of the list and took off to do her shopping. I grabbed a basket and headed over to the fresh vegetables. Five tomatoes, one zucchini, one egg plant, a dozen of apples, and a sweet onion. I grabbed a bag and started to put some tomatoes into the bag. I looked up and walked over to the zucchinis. My cell phone started to vibrate in my back pocket and I ignored it. If it was important they would call again or leave a message. It vibrated once, letting me know I had a message. I pulled out my phone and looked at the number. Unknown. I sighed and listened to the message. "Miss Lily Potter." I had always kept Potter as my last name instead of changing it to my parents last name. "This is Emily Pierce, from the Adoption Agency. I had received a call earlier today asking about you. A boy named Harry Potter? Ring any bells? He had a picture with him to show me. I took a picture of it and sent it to you via email. I know it's been twelve years since the last time you were here but if anything comes up, let me know. Good bye." The line went dead and I just stared at the phone. Harry had a picture me? Why? I finished my part of the shopping and met my mom in the front. "Here." I said as I handed her my basket. "I'm going to the library." I lied. She nodded and I walked out the store. I pulled out my phone and redialed the number. "Hello?" asked the person on the other side.

"Is this Ms. Pierce?" I asked.

"Yes. May I ask who's calling?"

"Lily. Is Mr. Potter still there?"

"Oh hello Lily. And yes he is."

"Can you ask him to stay a bit longer, please? I'm on my way now."

"OK. I'll tell him. I'll see you soon." With that the line went dead and I walked further down the street. The Adoption Agency wasn't far from the store. A few blocks. As I got closer I saw a teenage boy climb into a taxi. "Wait!" I called. He turned around and looked at me. I ran over to him and looked at him. "What?" he asked impatiently.

"You're Harry Potter."

"Yea, I know that."

"Well, I'm Lily." He stared at me like I had six heads. He pulled out a picture from his coat pocket and handed it to me. I took it and looked at quickly. It was a picture of the two of us sitting together. I had the same one but the picture was only me, like it was cut out. "I found this picture at the bottom of my chest I bring to school every year." I turned it over and in neat cursive it said our names. Lily and Harry Potter. One year old.

"I have a picture like this but it just has me in it. Like it was cut out."

"I never knew I had a sister."

"I asked my mom if I had a brother this morning."

"Our mom is dead."

"My adoptive mom."

"Oh, right. I have a question for you. Are you a witch?"

"Yes but-"

"Great! You can go to school with me and my friends. Come with me and you can meet them."

"How do I know you're not some weird guy trying to rape me?"

"Seriously, Lily?' I laughed and climbed in. I'm crazy, I thought. The taxi didn't go very far before we got out. I looked at the house as the cab drove away.