AN: Hello, any readers that I may still have. As you may know, I wrote a story about a year ago, completely abandoned it, and it sucked horribly. But, I promise to be better this time. More description! You can even compare it to the original which I won't delete! Also, I may change some things, like how old the girls will be, make them less Mary Sue-ish, some character names etc. It's my fanfic, my rules!

Full Summary:Valerie Potter has been undercover her whole life. Why? She's Harry Potter's older sister, who is convinced that it is the best for the both of them. Since nobody knew of her (except Dumbledore, but on her orders kept quiet) she lived in isolation with muggles. These muggles are Mrs. and Mr. Wingston, and their two lovely children. Harry's first year sure has a lot more problems than usual. . . .

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or the series, or the wonderful ideas of Miss Rowling. I only own my horrid writing skills, my ideas, and some characters.

Chapter 1

Little Valerie Potter sat on the ground near the wooden kitchen door. Her parents were holding another Order of the Phoenix meeting-and on her birthday! They must have forgotten, she thought. She had turned four today, October 29, 1981. They were always forgetting things ever since Harry was born. Between Valerie, Harry, and the Order, it was hard to remember everything. Bored, she stood up, stretched, and walked over to Harry's room. She stood on her tiptoes, gazing with her big, brown eyes over the crib at the cooing baby. She smiled.

"Hello, Harry," she whispered, so she wouldn't upset the baby. She learned this trick after seeing her mother do it so often. Harry reached up with his small, chubby arm and tugged on her brown locks which were covering his face. She fiddled with the crib wall, and took Harry out. She played with him until the Order meeting was over and her dad had carried her to bed.

Two days later, Valerie sat in her bedroom. Her mom had told her to stay in there for the night and not come out, no matter what. Valerie stayed in her room. That is, until she heard a ruckus outside of it.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" said a cold, shrill voice. A high pitched scream sounded. Valerie waited to hear nothing but Harry's crying and ran to his room. The mystery guy had disappeared. She checked to see if he was hiding behind the door or in the closet. Nope.

She looked back at Harry's crib when she heard another wail. Then she saw the worst possible thing ever. Valerie crawled closer to it, not believing it was true. There was a body, covered in black, and red hair was sticking out one end. Valerie turned over the corpse of her mother, to see if she was just playing and that she would play with Harry right away, and the mystery guy would show up and they would say "Happy Early April Fool's!"

No, instead Valerie turned her mother over to see lifeless green eyes and wet cheeks from a few tears shed prior to her death. Valerie stared at her, dumbfounded, not comprehending what she was seeing. "Mommy?" she asked. Harry wailed again, and snapped Valerie out of her daze and she felt-she felt sad. The one woman who could do anything, protect them from anything, the person who saved her so much and for so long-her mother was dead. Valerie's heart shattered. She broke down and sobbed on her mother's chest.

Eventually, she thought of her Dad. What would he think? She ran out to the living room. "Daddy? Dad!" she cried. She spotted him on the foyer, also dead. His glasses were shattered near him, one of the glass pieces penetrating his skin. Dried blood left a trail down his nose. His eyes were closed, unlike her mother's. If possible, she cried harder and louder. So did Harry. She decided it would be best to stick with him. She walked in and patted him, quieting both of their whimpers.

Minutes later, booming footsteps led to the room. In walked a huge man with black hair covering everything on his face besides his beady black eyes. He wore a brown over coat and boots.

"Who are you?" Valerie asked.

"The name's Hagrid. I'm here ter take you an' Harry to yer aunt and uncle's." The giant, Hagrid, replied.

"I don't want to go there!" Valerie protested. She had met them before. She didn't like them at all.

"Yeh can't stay here, though. You an' Harry come with me." Hagrid commanded. Valerie followed him to his motorcycle. That looked scary. Hagrid put Harry in a basket and the both of us in a sidecar.

The engines revved and they were flying. Valerie gaped down at the houses. The people down there looked like ants! Valerie forgot how sad she was about her parents and how upset that she was going to the Dursley's.

When the motorcycle landed, Valerie hopped out and carried Harry's basket. She noticed he was sleeping. Hagrid led her to an old man in purple robes with a long beard and a stern-looking woman with her black hair in a bun and her green robes billowing around her. Valerie looked up at Hagrid for reassurance, and then gave the basket to the old man.

"Hagrid, at last! Where did you get the motorcycle?" the man asked.

"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir," said Hagrid. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me." Hagrid gestured to the basket, "Harry fell asleep when we was flyin' over Bristol."

"Poor girl! She saw the death of her own parents!" the lady sympathized when she acknowledged me.

"I don't want to go to the Dursley's," Valerie said, avoiding the depressing subject.

"Of course, and I would assume you don't want to see your brother after the accident, either?" Dumbledore inquired. Valerie shook her head. "In that case, I've arranged the Wingston family to adopt you. They live on Privet Drive, still, but a few houses down from the Dursley's. This way, you'll still see Harry. And one more thing: protect him. He is obviously a very important and powerful wizard if he was able to get rid of the Dark Lord at age one."

Valerie couldn't comprehend some of the words he was saying, but still replied, "Of course, mister."

Dumbledore took Harry to the Dursley's doorstep and the lady introduced herself to Valerie. "I'm Professor McGonagall, or I will be when you go to Hogwarts. I will be your Transfiguration teacher."

Valerie pretended like she totally knew what on Earth McGonagall was saying. Dumbledore came back and led Valerie to number six, Privet Drive. It was the same old white house with green shutters like the rest on the dark and cold street. Dumbledore knocked. A man answered, yawning.

"'Ello? Oh! Dumbledore! We hadn't expected you back so soon. So this is little Valerie Potter? Or should I say Valerie Wingston?" He asked.

"Yes. Didn't I tell you that it would be tonight? Ah, well. . . ." Dumbledore answered.

The man took in Valerie and bid good night to the rest. These people were muggles, judging by the TV in the living room and oven in the kitchen. The man smiled at me and his blue eyes sparkled. He gestured towards my room, where there were two beds. One bed was covered in pink clothes and bed sheets with only fair colored skin contrasting. The other was covered in black and white stripes, probably for Valerie. It definitely was different what with all the pink in the room. The girl in the pink bed sat up straight when the door closed.

"Are you my new roommate? Do you like it here? Do you have any clothes?" the girl inquired.

Valerie stared at her, shocked. "Um, yes, I think I am your new roommate, and the room has a lot of pink. It's okay, I guess. And I have no clothes. I was dropped off and no one really gave me any clothes or let me pack. . . . What was your name again? Mine's Valerie Potter," she replied, shyly.

"I am Evelyn Wingston! Oh, and I think you are supposed to call yourself Valerie Wingston now," Evelyn smiled.

"Evelyn, eh? Too hard. How about Pinky?" Valerie suggested. Evelyn smiled brightly.

"Perfect," she said.

Evelyn gave her some clothes, and they were a little snug on her, but not a lot, seeing as they were both four and about the same height. Valerie crawled into her bed and went to sleep.