Well, in case you didn't read the title, I'm Harry Potter's twin sister. I know, that's not possible, right? Wrong! I can tell you the entire story, but before I do that, I have to tell you about myself and where I came from...
I used to live in this small one bedroom apartment in Calgary, Alberta with my mom (or so I thought she was my mom). We were pretty poor. I got most of my clothes from the Salvation Army, and we sometimes had to steal food, which I'm not proud of. We tried as hard as we could not to steal, but sometimes, there just wasn't another option. Anyway, I'm getting off topic. I wasn't ugly, far from it, in fact. I was tall and thin, with straight, sleek black hair that fell down to my waist. I had these DAZZLING green eyes, but there was one feature I hated about myself; this thin, ugly scar on my forehead shaped like a lightning bolt. I vowed that if I ever had the money, I'd get it removed. My mother wasn't the greatest mom in the world, but she did her best, and I appreciated it. We both stayed away from prostitution and drugs, which I'm very proud of, and even though we had no money, we were pretty happy.
You're probably wondering why I'm going into so much detail about my life, rather than talking about how I found out I was related to Harry. I'm telling you this, because you need to know me in order to really understand this story. Yeah, my life was pretty crappy, in terms of financial stability, but emotionally, I had it pretty good. I had a mom who loved me, and tried her hardest to give me everything I needed, even if she didn't always succeed, and that was all I needed as far as was concerned. Then one day, everything changed...