Hi, This is just a series of one shots about my OC, Isabel Potter she is the sister of James Potter. Leave a comment about what you think! All rights to JK Rowling. This first story is just a short one shot about her before Hogwarts.
"James Potter, I HATE YOU!" I shout as I chase after my brother. "Give-it-BACK" I pant and make a dive for my book. "I don't think so!" he says gleefully, and runs even faster. The bad thing about being able to sprint fast like me, is that you always have an older sibling who's faster than you. His messy black hair is ruffled, and his eyes are gleaming with that look he always gets when he is teasing me. Finally I jump at him and tackle him. He struggles under me, but eventually gives up and I snatch the book from him. Without saying another word to him I storm off in a temper.
This has been my life for the past nine years. Living at this house with my parents and brother. Me and James are polar opposites, he is an airhead, a total idiot and he doesn't care how many of people's feeling he hurts is only he gets to look cool. But I am quiet but a bit witty, I love books, and I want to make a difference in the wizarding world. Yes, I have a temper, but it is only activated when James decides to wind me up.
You can't imagine my mixed emotions when he finally went to Hogwarts at the beginning of this year. I was jealous, of course I was. I mean, why did my egotistical brother get to go to school before me? I was the one who loved books and learning, not him. He will just muck around in class and run his hand through his messy black hair the whole time. But I was also the tiniest bit sad. No matter how much I hated my brother, I loved him too. But mostly I was just thankful. Finally I would have peace and quiet for months at a time!
It was bliss for quite a while. I could read and pretend to practice spells (although I didn't get a real wand until I was Eleven), and I could sit outside and observe life uninterrupted. But there was just a tiny little part of me that was bored, but I decided to ignore it. But it didn't help that James sent countless letters bragging about his adventures at Hogwarts and his new friends, Sirius, Remus and Peter.
But now it's the Summer Holidays and James is back home and back to teasing me. His ego seems even bigger after his first year at school. As I clutch my book to my chest and sit down in an arm chair, I think to myself one more year, and you'll be at Hogwarts. Then you can prove to James that you are more than just his little sister.