Chapter One

Amaryllis and Harry

"Up, get up!" Petunia Dursley, the Aunt of The famous Harry Potter and the less famous Amaryllis Potter, his twin sister. She had perfect memories so she remembered what happened with her mother, but the cause of her death always confused the female twin, magic didn't exist. Not that anyone would believe her, even if she did talk, but she didn't… Ever, she wasn't allowed, so she just stopped.

While her brother Harry got the smallest bedroom, Amaryllis had the cupboard under the stairs, she didn't mind though, she was smaller then Harry and she liked to curl up under the blanket that Harry had given her from his bed. She had decorated it as best as possible, had a sign on the inside of the door that said 'Amaryllis's room' in fancy cursive writing, the walls had drawings and paintings of flowers, mountains and lakes that she had done at school.

"Girl, are you up?" Her Aunt shouted, Amaryllis just hit the door with her palm once to indicate she was in fact awake.

"Well get out here and do the cooking"

She sighed and pulled her red flannel over her white shirt and then left the cupboard, her Aunt had left the bacon cooking as she went to wake up Harry. Amaryllis had instantly went to the pan and flipped it over before it burnt on that side. Harry entered a moment latter.

"Morning Lis, sleep well?" He asked her as he started the coffee. She nodded to him silently and continued to cook the bacon while adding Eggs the the side.

"Thirty-six" Dudley suddenly said looking over the room full of presents after, surprisingly, counting them all up "that's two less then last year"

'Thirty-six more then I got last year' Amaryllis thought.

"Darling, you haven't counted Auntie Marge's present, see, it's here under this big one from Mummy and Daddy." Aunt Petunia said

"Thirty-seven then" His face started to turn red and Amaryllis started serving the food hoping that would stop a tantrum but her Aunt was already on the case.

"And we'll buy you another two presents while we're out today. How's that, popkin? Two more presents. Is that all right?"

"So I'll have Thirty-… Thirty" the younger girl rolled her eyes as she thought 'thirty-nine'

"Thirty-nine sweetums" said Aunt Petunia before walking off to answer the ringing phone.

"Oh, all right then" he said as he started opening his presents. Amaryllis while knowing she should hate her cousin always found it hard to hate people, she could if there was real reason but Dudley had never hurt her. She placed a plate of double servings in front of him while he opened his presents and then sent out half servings for her brother and herself.

"Bad news Vernon, Mrs Figg broke her leg, she can't take them" she jerked her head in the twins direction. Dudley looked up in horror, Harry in hope and Amaryllis with worry.

Amaryllis stood up and cleaned her plate before walking upstairs to wash her hands and face like everyday in her allocated time. She looked up at the mirror at herself, she and dark red hair that reached down to her mid back, Harry's hair was black and tousled, Petunia had cut it all off and it was back to its mess by morning. Her and Harry had the same Almond shaped Emerald eyes, though Harry always had to wear glasses so it messed the sight up a bit. She was a bit shorter then her twin and normal pale skin, but with freckles decorating her nose and cheeks. According to her Aunt she was a Mini-Lily, she had even sounded like her the few times she had talked, but her Aunt had taught her at an early age not to talk and when she did she got a hard slap over the back of the head and a week in her cupboard, she learnt quick and it had been nearly seven years since she had talked, no one remembered her talking at all though, or the reasons why they taught her not to.

She quickly washed her hands and face just as her brother walked in excited

"There taking us to the Zoo with them" Amaryllis smiled brightly and ran to her cupboard to get her jacket.

"Not you girl" her Uncle said "your staying here, in your Cupboard" this always happened, if they went somewhere they would drop Harry at Mrs Figgs and locked her in her Cupboard with some muesli-bars and a bottle of water… Apparently since she couldn't talk she couldn't shout out or call anyone.

Amaryllis nodded and sat down in the Cupboard, her Uncle gave her the daily food and water and then locked the cupboard shut. Then she heard them all leave and she was alone.

~A.P~

An hour or so latter she sighed and pulled out her drawing pad, her brother had brought it for her after finding some money on the ground, she normally used charcoal from the fireplace when at home. She had some collected in a small tin and she pulled a piece out and started to draw more pictures, one of her father, mother and the murderer. They were fuzzy since she had only been just over one year old at the time, but they were good enough. There also pictures of people her mother had introduced her too before her death, there was pictures of her godfather Moony, Harry's godfather Padfoot, there friend Wormtail, a sketch of a short man with a wizards hat on called Flitwick, another of McGonagall, a giant man named Hagrid and finally the man who dropped them off Dumbledore. These were even fuzzier since she was even younger then, but the general picture could be made out.

She looked at the latest one she drew, of a man who had come in not long after her mothers death, he wore all black, his eyes and hair black too. He had run in seen his mother and started to cry while hugging her body close, it was a sad scene and always made her cry, a tear fell on to the drawing and her eyes widened for a moment as it came to life, the black eyed man rocking her mother back and forth in his arms. Then it went still like nothing happened. She shook her head shaking the thought that it happened out of her mind.

'It didn't move, your imagining things Lis' she sighed again and put the drawing pad away just as the front door slammed open.

"WHAT HAPPENED?!" She heard her Uncle shout as he dragged Harry up the stairs.

"I don't know, one minuet the glass was there and then it wasn't… It was like magic" he said

'No, don't mention magic'

"There is no such thing as magic!" He said, she heard him throw Harry in his room and lock the door.

'So, the zoo didn't turn out well' she thought with a shake of her head and finishing off her bottle of water and hiding one of the two bars for latter.

Her Uncle opened the cupboard door and ordered her to start dinner, a big one since it was her cousins birthday. She nodded her understanding and went to do just that.

~A.P~

By summer holidays had started Harry was finally allowed out of his room and take up his chores again, giving Amaryllis a break from the non-stop work.

"Dudley get the mail" her Uncle told her cousin said

"Make Harry get it" he said stuffing his face with bacon

"Harry get the Mail" he corrected

"Make Dudley get it" Harry tried

"Poke him with your Smeltings stick, Dudley" Harry jumped up and dodged the stick and ran to get the mail while Amaryllis sat down to eat her Breakfast. About two minuets latter her Uncle got irritated.

"Hurry up, boy!" he yelled "What are you doing, checking for letter-bombs?" He chuckled at his own joke.

Harry entered and gave Uncle Vernon the bill and postcard while he sat down with a letter in his hand. Amaryllis indicated to it and Harry shrugged and went to open it.

"Marge's ill," he informed Aunt Petunia. "Ate a funny whelk …"

"Dad!" said Dudley suddenly. "Dad, Harry's got something!"

Vernon sharply ripped the letter from Harry's hand "that's mine" Harry shouted.

"Who'd be writing to you?" sneered Uncle Vernon, shaking the letter open with one hand and glancing at it. His face went from red to green faster than a set of traffic lights. And it didn't stop there. Within seconds it was the greyish white of old porridge.

"P-P-Petunia!" he gasped.

Dudley tried to grab the letter to read it, but Uncle Vernon held it high out of his reach. Aunt Petunia took it curiously and read the first line. For a moment it looked as though she might faint. She clutched her throat and made a choking noise.

"Vernon! Oh my goodness – Vernon!"

They stared at each other, seeming to have forgotten that Harry and Dudley were still in the room. Dudley wasn't used to being ignored. He gave his father a sharp tap on the head with his Smeltings stick.

Vernon looked at Harry "was there another?" He asked "for your sister?"

Harry shook his head and they were all pushed into the hall, Harry and Dudley fought for the keyhole of the door. Dudley won of course and Harry laid on the ground to listen through the gap under the door. Amaryllis closed her eyes, years of silence gave her better hearing.

"Vernon," Aunt Petunia was saying in a quivering voice, "look at the address – how could they possibly know where he sleeps? You don't think they're watching the house?"

"Watching – spying – might be following us," muttered Uncle Vernon wildly.

"But what should we do, Vernon? Should we write back? Tell them we don't want –"

Amaryllis could hear her Uncle pacing.

"No," he said finally. "No, we'll ignore it. If they don't get an answer … yes, that's best … we won't do anything …"

"But –"

"I'm not having one in the house, Petunia! Didn't we swear when we took him in we'd stamp out that dangerous nonsense?"

"What about the girl?" Her Aunt questioned

"She didn't get a letter, she must be normal, but still if they know where Harry sleeps they they might know where the girl sleeps"

"So, where do we put her?"

"In the guest bedroom, but the bed goes in the attic and bring down the camping bed… A reward for being normal" he said, they all ran before he could open the door.

An hour latter Amaryllis was sitting on the camp bed of the guest room, there was an ensuite bathroom as well, though she was warned to keep to her allocated times or she was back in the cupboard. She taped her drawings to the back of the door and kept the rest under the bed.

The next few days were filled with letters getting pushed under doors and through windows and one time when she was cooking they showed up in eggs and in bottles. Finally her uncle snapped. He pushed her into her room with a few boxes of muesli-bars, a cup to use in the ensuite sink for water and then he locked her in and then the family left with Harry. Her uncle thinking that Amaryllis would just slow them down.

~A.P~

Amaryllis was bored, so very bored. The first two days she spent just sitting around and drawing. But today was her Birthday, the first one without her brother, and she had nothing to do, she was out of paper and charcoal, drawings covered the ground around her camp bed where she laid just glaring at the ceiling.

Click

'What was that?' She thought…'sounded like the front door'

She ran to the window and looked at the front door to see a short man and a large women wearing weird clothing enter the house. Amaryllis tilted her head and waited patiently to see what would happen, doors were opened and closed all along the house before he reached the guest bedroom door. The female twin ran to the Ensuite with the bedside lamp in her hand and peeking out as she heard the click of her bedroom door. The door opened and she went to trough the lamp but stopped and took a sigh of relief seeing the face of someone she knew from her memories.

The two invaders looked confused at her relief. She walked over to the door and pulled a drawing down and handed it over, it was the one of Flitwick.

"You remember him?" The large women asked.

Amaryllis nodded then ran to get her notebook to write a greeting then held it up.

-I'm Amaryllis, it's a pleasure to meet you Professors-

"You can't talk?" The lady asked Amaryllis shook her head then wrote.

-I know Flitwick, but might I enquire about your name Ma'am-

"She can't talk, yet has more Manners then most… I'm Professor Sprout"

-if your looking for Harry I'm afraid you missed him-

"But we're looking for you" Flitwick said

Amaryllis looked confused.

"You must know you're a witch, with your memory?" He asked

-But, I'm normal. I never got a letter when Harry's came-

"The quill kept misspelling your name so it never arrived, here's the fixed one" Sprout said handing it over.

Miss A. Potter

Guest Bedroom

4 Privet Drive

Surry

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress.

"Grab your coat, we're going shopping" Sprout said, Amaryllis ran and grabbed her jacket

-Where are we going?-

"Diagon Alley"