Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. J.K Rowling does. sigh lucky her…
Not everyone knows this but James Potter was not an only child...
He was a twin....
His twin sister was named Harriet. She too, had hazel eyes and those same untameable black locks. It was after her that Harry was named.
James and Harriet were very close...I suppose being twins does that...and when they were young they would often play make believe games together, getting into all sorts of mischief...
A few days before their ninth birthday they managed to sneak their way into their parents' potions room. Amazed by all the ingredients and books on the walls they stood frozen to the floor for quite a few moments before they were able to break out of the trance.
Still in awe they had move slowly around the room, poking jars here and there, or opening one of the interesting looking old books.
But what James found most interesting in this room was a simple jar, full of a strange looking blue liquid. As Harriet sat on the hard cold floor, her nose in one on the leatherbound books, he stood looking at it. He took it down and shook it slightly, confused when it didn't move much.
Now intrigued even more James removed the lid, and was about to stick his hand in the jar before he thought better of it and instead looked around for something to poke it with.
His eyes fell on an odd looking root, which looked kind of familiar but he couldn't remember where he had seen it from...
Shrugging it off James reached for the root. His small fingers closed over the end of it and her pulled it towards himself, scraping it along the stone floor through his efforts...
Hearing the sound Harriet looked up, curious and a look of absolute horror crossed her face as her large hazel eyes fell upon her brother, mandrake root in one hand and a jar of threstal (sp?) blood in front of him. (AN: don't even know if those things have blood but I couldn't think of anything better...)
Dropping the book to the dusty floor with a heavy thud, she sprang to her feet in an instant and made a mad dash across the room to prevent her brother from disaster.
'He should know that mandrake's unpredictable...' the thought flashed through her head as she sprinted across the room.
She was so intent on her running, her legs moving and arms pumping, that she didn't see the change in the evenness of the floor.
Tripping over the crack, Harriet went flying across the room, straight at her brother.
She slammed into him, knocking him into the wall away from her and the jar, which was now empty other than the mandrake root.
The impact caused the shelf above James to wobble and tilt slightly, dropping a jar of powdered dragon scales to the ground, where it smashed and coated Harriet in a fine powder, which stuck to the already present contaminated threstal blood.
A sticky, confused James rose from the floor rubbing his back, before turning to his sister, a look of annoyance in place. "What did you d..."
His question was cut off by a scream as both he and Harriet collapsed to the floor.
AN: Please Read and Review. Flames welcome as long as they are constructive. I will continue this fic soon. Please tell me your opinions, and please excuse any errors. It's late here. (If you see any please tell me though so I can fix them.)
Lita