~The Other Potter~
"Honestly, sleep all day, Juliet?" Juliet groaned, managing to sit up from the bunk. Her eyes drifted to where a pair of brown eyes were staring at her, and she yawned, mumbling, "Mornin' Miss." "You're going to miss the train to Hogwarts." Was all she said, clapping her hands while waking up the other children in the orphanage. She sighed, nodding, before climbing down, suddenly realizing with a jolt, I'm finally going to Hogwarts! Out of pure joy she raced to the loo, showering, changing into fresh clothes, brushing teeth before her hair. She then flew down the stairs, nearly crashing into the orphanage's owner. "I see all I had to say was Hogwarts!" The kind woman smiled, before sighing, "So many wizards, the house will be quite empty without all of you." Juliet just nodded, understanding that this orphanage only took in wizards. "Um, Miss? Do you think, my parents are, looking for me?" Her voice was hopeful, as she had been asking the same question for a while. "I-I'm sorry dear, but you do understand, I must tell you the truth. Remember how I told you a while ago, your parents were just going to explore? I had to tell you that, or he would have-never mind. Dear, I'm sorry, but your parents are dead."
Her voice was full of sadness, and seemed to be talking more to herself when she said the word he. Juliet just nodded, her eyes wide as she raced up the stairs, into her room she shared, which was now vacant. She climbed up her bunk, before taking a picture out of her pillow case, sniffing slightly. In the picture there were two wizards, both smiling happily. One had jet black hair, that seemed to always be messy. The other looked exactly like her: Long, dark red hair that seemed to curl just at the end, and a slender body. But the only difference was Juliet didn't have her mother's green eyes: She had the man's pale, fog colored blue. "You have your father's eyes, Juliet, did you know that?" Miss Cole had told her, as she had opened a new orphanage with the help of her frail mother. "JEWLS, MUM SAID GET DOWN HERE!" She groaned as she heard none other than Miss Cole's brat of a daughter, Sally. Stuffing the picture in her pocket, she grabbed her bag before hauling it down the stairs, getting into the car.
The ride was as always, tedious. Many of the orphans had been bickering, declaring who was better. She rolled her eyes, the eldest, Sally, who was in Slytherin, declaring herself the best, though this was not true. Many sided against her, usually on the side of Matthew, the second oldest, 17, and who stuck up for Juliet when Sally began teasing her about her parents. "I bet they wished You-Know-Who took y-" "SALLY!" Everyone suddenly shouted, and Juliet turned, eyes wide. "What do ya mean?" She asked, but a protective arm pushed her back in her seat, growling, "Shut up Sally, you know better."
After that the ride finally came to, and Juliet, being the only new first year, stepped nervously out, being flanked by Matthew and Miss Cole. Eventually it was just her and Miss Cole, since everyone had raced ahead, and she glanced across the parking lot, spotting a bunch of red-headed people. "Miss Cole? Is that the Weasleys?" She murmured, and Miss Cole looked up, nodding cheerfully. "Yes, the kind people who bring us food sometimes!" Juliet nodded. She had never spoken or seen them, usually keeping to herself in the bedroom. "They have one your age, Ronald, I believe." Juliet just nodded, now following behind them to Platform 9 and three quarters. "Percy, you first." A plump, yet pleasant looking woman said, then turned and replied to a boy, whose ruffled black hair was sticking up in the back, looking oddly familiar…..he turned around, his eyes catching hers, and she gasped, stepping back. His eyes were so familiar, such a bright green! He looked away, clearly nervous, before stepping after George.
"Well, off you go!" Miss Cole kissed the top of Juliet's head, and she permitted a hug, before rushing into the wall. On the other side, many people stared at her. "So it's true?" "It must be her!" "Does she really have, ya know…" Ducking her head, she began rushing through the crowd, until she ran smack into a person, falling onto the floor. "Oi! Watch where your going!" She blinked up, her head dizzy after smacking into the floor, and she stuttered, "I-I'm sorry, I d-didn't mean to, I wasn't looking-" "Wait a minute, are you, you can't be!" The rather tall red-headed boy bent next to her, staring her in the eye. "Blimey, George, it's the other Potter!" "O-other Potter?" She asked, but was quickly interrupted by a boy who looked exactly like the one she had bumped into. "So it's true then? You have the mark, You-Know-Who gave to you?" "I'm sorry?" She asked, then realized what they were talking about. Carefully she rolled up her sleeve, revealing a skull with a snake running through it, but something different: The snake was instead running up back to the snake, in the shape of a V. The red-headed twins exchanged looks, both eyes wide. "Fred, that doesn't look…" "I know George." Silently, Fred helped her up, giving her a sheepish look. "Er, sorry about yelling at you earlier…" He then gave her an apologetic smile, before turning with his brother into the train.
She sighed, hauling her luggage on the train, while frantically looking for a spot. She finally found an available compartment, being occupied only by three other people: Ronald Weasley, a girl with bushy brown hair, and the black-haired boy. "Mind if I sit?" She asked, and the boy shrugged, swiping his stuff from the seat next to him. She smiled, sitting down, before the boy named Ron jumped up, eyes wide. "Wait a minute, it can't be, Harry and Juliet Potter?" The bushy haired girl looked up at this, then gasped, clutching onto her book. "The only ones who survived You-Know-Who?" The boy turned to face her, and with a sudden jolt of realization she whispered, "You-you look like me dad, same black hair that's messy, but-" "I have my mother's eyes." He finished, nodding in silent awe. "Too bad I don't know them…" After seeing him sigh, she fumbled in her pocket before taking out the picture, sticking the photo in his hand. "These are them, the Potters." She said, while Ron stared at her arm, before his gaze flickering to Harry's scar. "If I didn't know any better, I think you were me-er, our mum." Harry mused, "But instead of the bright green eyes, our father's pale blue." "Well, don't just sit their like dumb-founded idiots, you better get in your robes, we'll be arriving there soon!" The girl named Hermione stated, getting up as she disappeared. Juliet just smiled, stuffing the photo in her pocket, the beginning of a new found friendship.