Chapter 1: Who's Harry Potter?

I woke to the sound of my brother's voice ringing in my ears. Can't he get it that I wanted to sleep? It was 6:00 in the morning, far too early in the morning for me to function. Then I realized that I had something to do today.

"Oh!" I jumped out of bed and rushed into my bathroom, mum's wand in hand. I quickly smoothed my hair out so it wouldn't hurt as bad when I ran a brush through it. I spent half an hour in the shower so my mum had to magically dry my hair. One word: ow. I quickly changed into a pair of skinny jeans and a tee shirt. My father looked over me disapprovingly; he hated it when I dressed like a muggle. So his definition: disgrace. Mine: awesome. But I realized it wasn't the clothes, I forgot my robes.

"Oops, I'll be back." I walked back up the stairs, picked out my favorite one; purple velvet with gold embroidered stitching. I looked in the mirror and looked myself over. Good enough.

"Persephone" father yelled.

"Coming, father." I rushed back down the steps. I linked hands with Draco when I got down. My mum gently guided me into the large fireplace and handed me some Floo powder. Me and Draco went at the same time.

"Diagon Alley!" we said in unison. Our parents followed us through. Father brushed himself off in disgust. He hated going through the Floo.

First, we went over to Ollivander's to get me and Draco's wands. Mr. Ollivander said hello and then started on Draco, eventually seating him with a wand of 10 inches, hawthorn, and unicorn hair. Then he started on me.

First he started me on one that was hawthorn and phoenix feathers.

"Most definitely not." He muttered after I was blown into the wall behind me. He then handed me elder and dragon heartstring.

"No,no,no." This time I blew up a lamp. The third wand he gave me was rosewood and unicorn hair. A light halo began to form around Draco's head and the tip of his wand began to glow.

"I think we found your wand and it seems you and your twin brother have brother wands."

"What's that mean?" Draco asked his voice almost rude. How rude, and he wonders why I hit him in the head. And I can answer that for you, because he's stupid and usually a real git. While if you compare him to me, I'm sweet, adorable, but extremely cunning and sometimes-how father says-malicious and that's why I'll be in Slytherin just like everyone in my family.

"It means," Ollivander said, "That you and your sister's wands are alike sharing the same hair from the same unicorn and tis rare ." Draco didn't know what to say after that. Once we were done we paid for our wands and went to get our Hogwarts robes fitted. It seemed that everyone was talking about a boy named Harry Potter. I mean not just in that one shop, I mean, it was more like the whole alley.

"Mummy, whose Harry Potter?" several people looked over at me and then looked at my parents, then nodded toward my father. I heard someone whisper, 'It's probably better that the girl doesn't know." Another person whispered back, "but she must know who the dark lord is." It was two of the shop keepers. And do they think I'm stupid? Of course I know who the dark lord is-or was.

"I'll explain later, sweetheart." Mum answered, after glancing at the women who were speaking. So it wasn't just me who heard them.

"Okay…wait, did you tell Draco?" I asked.

"No, your father did."

"Well why didn't he tell me? Why, am I that unimportant to him?" I muttered.

"Of course not, sweetie." I know that was a lie because she didn't know what else to say.

Back at the manor, I flopped onto the couch in my room and looked out my window. I took my robes off and hung it back into my closet, which was bigger than my actual room. I heard a small wrap on my door and I jumped. The door opened slightly and my mums head poked in the door. She smiled warmly at me.

"Can I come in, Seph?" she asked.

"Yes, mum. Thanks for asking." She sat down next to me and put an arm around me.

"You know you're father loves you right? He's not that affectionate but that doesn't mean he doesn't love you." She rubbed my shoulder and kissed my forehead. After a moment she began to speak again. "Now, I'm sure you want to know what the big deal about Harry Potter is. Well you know how the dark lord was killed and Harry Potter; he is 'the boy who lived'.

"No way?!" I gasped. "So he has the scar and everything?"

"Well I've never seen the boy so I don't know, but we know his story is true. He'll be attending Hogwarts this year." mum said.

"Wow."

"Yes but you know what you have to do?" my father's voice boomed into the room. "I thought you were going to tell her Narcissa."

"I was just about to Lucius." Mums head was held high.

"What?" I hissed.

"Oh, I thought you knew."

"Lucius!" mum yelled.

"We're helping the dark lord come back to power. Harry Potter may seem amazing but he killed the dark lord. And that man was great. Do not deny it Persephone. And Harry Potter murdered him!" he shouted at me.

"Father, I know that. I am a deatheater I should know that. Just because you give a name to the boy who lived doesn't change who he is. But I don't understand, he didn't do it intentionally right? Maybe the dark lord deserved what he got," I raised my hand to stop my father from speaking. "But, I know that there is a plan forming and that I am somehow involved. Just tell me what I have to do." I bowed my head in shame. My father nodded his approval but with a questioning look and I lifted my head and smiled at his praise. Mum looked at me in horror and then she looked at my crossed fingers behind my back as me and father left the room.

"What was that about?" Draco asked me as I walked down to the kitchen.

"Why do you care?" I said, pulling my light blond curls into a ponytail.

"One, because your my sister and two, I don't know that we should."

"I think you're wrong." I always wanted to be better than him. He was always dad's favorite.

"And I think you're just eager to please." He said matter-of-factly. I glared at him but ended up melting anyways. He opened his arms to me and I ran into them. I felt helpless but I didn't realize that this was only the beginning, that my lies and truth were about to become reality.