The Potters were blessed with a second child, Sophia. She was born two months before her parents were murdered. Harry was the Boy-Who-Lived and Sophia was… Sophia. She had powers, however, that nobody counted on. Major AU.

**This story does not follow the plot of the books. Don't assume that you know Voldemort's secrets. Don't assume that you know the past. You might question some of the character's actions… it's normal. You'll get answers.

The first chapter will be similar to the books, but it is the only one. The new storyline really starts at chapter 2. This will be a multi-book series. The first one is Sophia's birth to the summer of Sophia's twelfth birthday. Though it is at the same time as Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone and the Chamber of Secret, none of that is happening. The storyline is completely different.

Obviously they will be some OCs in this story, but all of the big characters from the books will appear at some point.

Let's all remember that Sophia is nine to ten years old in this first chapter. She is young, innocent, easily brainwashed and some of her problems might seemed a bit silly. Just keeping it real.

Here are the names of the chapters. (some are subject to change):

1. Sophia

2. The Ghost of a Women

3. The Letters

4. Truth or Lies?

5. The One Who Knew

6. Friends, Enemies and Professors

7. The Curse of the Three Daughters

8. The Rings

9. The Secret Memories

10. Have a Very Merry Christmas

11. Like Father, Like… Daughter

12. The Valentine's Card

13. That Night

14. A Girl's Best Friend

15. How to Find Death

16. The Path

17. Where the Answers Lies

With hopes that you enjoy, here's chapter 1.

Chapter 1 - Sophia

On August 25th, 1981, Sophia Potter was born, not that it mattered to everyone just yet. Still, it mattered to Lily and James, who now had two beautiful babies instead of one. The whole affair had been hushed up since they were being threatened by the darkest wizard of the century, Lord Voldemort.

As we all know, things that are meant to be hushed up tend to speculate around. The Potters had a daughter, but why wasn't it announce in the Daily Prophet? Little did everyone know that the Potters were in hiding. The talk soon stopped for the Potters weren't the object of an interesting conversation just yet.

Sophia was two months old when her parents were murdered, leaving her behind along with her brother, Harry, who was fifteen months old.

Albus Dumbledore declared Voldemort the cause of their death. He also declared that Voldemort had been stopped by Harry. He had tried and failed to murder him. He had not gotten around to kill Sophia.

Harry Potter became a legend. The-Boy-Who-Lived!

Sophia was often cut out of the story. Who wanted to hear about a baby that nobody even tried to kill? It wasn't that they didn't know that Sophia existed by then, it was that she wasn't as nearly as interesting.

Rumors speculated once more on whom was raising the kids - or more importantly - Harry?

'I would have put my bet on Sirius Black if he hadn't turned out to be a murderer himself!'

'Muggles. It's Muggles I heard!'

'The whole Potter line has died out! I don't know about the Evans family…'

In general, the rumors were true. Harry and Sophia were sent to their only living relatives, which happened to be on Lily's side and were, in fact, Muggles. Not just any kind of Muggles. It was those who hated magic.

Aunt Petunia was their mother's sister. She had married Vernon Dursley a year before the Potter's own wedding and had had a son, Dudley, whom was about two months older than Harry.

Growing up wasn't as terrible as it could have been. Though Aunt Petunia favored Dudley above all, she seemed to have a softer spot for Sophia, who happened to be the spitting image of her mother, dark auburn hair and sparkling green eyes.

With Aunt Petunia, it all depended on the situation and the mood she was in. When she was in a good mood, she would paint Sophia's nails and tell her how she wanted a daughter of her own. Sophia knew she wasn't good enough to be claim as her daughter. She was a witch and Aunt Petunia hated it, but we'll get to that later.

When she wasn't in such a good mood, Sophia spend the day scrubbing the house for her while Dudley sat on his comfortable bottom watching T.V.

When Uncle Vernon was home, that was the worst. Sophia had chills all over her spine whenever she heard him come in the door. In no situation whatsoever was she to say that Aunt Petunia had painted her nails or done her hair. It was their little secret, or so Aunt Petunia always said.

When Sophia was eight, she remembered wanting a shirt so badly – badly enough to ask Aunt Petunia for it. It hadn't gone well. Aunt Petunia had yelled that she was ungrateful for the clothes she already had on her back and that she should go about to clean the kitchen.

Two weeks later, she found the said shirt in her school bag at school with a note from Aunt Petunia saying that she may wear it at school, but she must change before Uncle Vernon found it. Sophia beamed with joy – not only for the shirt – but, because this was one of their little secrets.

Sophia often felt sorry for Harry, for he had not have any little secrets with Aunt Petunia. Harry was a boy, she said to herself whenever the thoughts would occur, how stupid would he look with pink nails?

Harry and Sophia had not been kept entirely in the dark as far as whom they were. She remembered Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon sitting them down to tell them the horrific story of how their parents came to die.

'They were murdered! They got what they deserved!' Uncle Vernon had sneered.

'Why? Were they bad?' Sophia had asked.

'Of course they were!' Aunt Petunia had shrieked. 'They were Wizards and those people are as bad as one can get.'

'But, what about us?' Harry had dared ask.

'You two are of their kind I assume.' Petunia had sniffed.

Harry had glowed in pride, but Sophia understood one thing only.

'I don't want to be bad.' Her five year old self had cried. 'I don't want to be a wizard!'

'It's a witch,' Aunt Petunia had said. 'You want be one either!'

It was then that they had started to have their little secrets. Sophia was certain of one thing, she was never ever going to be a witch.

Harry got into a few incident with accidental magic, but Sophia kept her nose clean. Whenever she was feeling big emotions, she would take three deep breath like Aunt Petunia said their mother had done when they had been kids.

After Harry set a giant Boa free, Sophia thought she might talk some sense into him. Boys could be very thick sometimes. It was on that day that it had all started – in a matter of speaking. It had started a long time ago, but for Sophia, it was this day she would remember years from now as she watches everyone she loves stand up for what they believed.

Sophia and Harry both slept in the same room, for there wasn't enough space in the cupboard for them to fit anymore. She entered the said room to find Harry already lying in bed.

'You're such an idiot!' She said slumping down beside him. 'What were you thinking?'

'I wasn't!' Harry said with a small smile. 'It was a bit worth it, even though I'm being punished for a long time.'

Sophia turned around on her stomach, planted her elbows on the mattress and laid her head on her hands. 'I supposed it was a bit funny… Dudley's such a git to begin with. You should have heard him going on about the stupid snake. Anyway, talking to snakes is clearly a trait of magic.'

Harry smiled even more. 'Yeah…'

'You're not supposed to be happy about it!' She frowned at him.

Harry put his hands together on his stomach and looked up at the ceiling as he lay comfortably on the bed. 'Don't you want to be a witch?'

'I told you a million times,' Sophia started, 'Aunt Petunia said that-'

'I don't give a damn what she says…' Harry looked sideways at her. 'It's probably why we don't fit in here. We don't have friends or… or anything. Maybe it's because we belong somewhere else.'

'Kathy across the street is my friend.' Sophia said firmly. 'She said so the other day.'

'I thought she was moving away?' Harry said, but it was more of an argument than a question.

'Not until next year!'

'Which would be the time for you to start Wizard's School.'

Sophia looked down on her fingers. 'Please don't go.'

Harry sighed. 'I can't stay here, Sophie. I really think we belong out there. We won't have to see Uncle Vernon for months and months.'

'He'll kick us out if we go…' Sophia whined. 'We'll have nowhere to stay!'

'Maybe we won't have to come back!' Harry beamed. 'Maybe we can stay at that school for the summer holidays and everything.'

'It's most likely closed during the summer.' She said exasperated. 'It's a school!'

'What do you know about wizard's school?' Harry asked smartly, as though he had win the argument. 'It might be open.'

Sophia dropped her head on the bed. 'I could tell Aunt Petunia, you know.'

Harry frowned. 'Sophie… she likes you. You'll be fine here. I have no one.'

'You have me.' Sophia argued.

'This is you looking after me, is it? Telling Aunt Petunia…'

'I – well, yes.' She got moodily under the blankets. 'If it'll stop you from going.'

Harry didn't answer. Sophia kept thinking about good arguments for not going out to the unknown school. Maybe if she wasn't a witch, even Uncle Vernon would accept that she curl her hair or got a new shirt…

The next day, Sophia knew she had made the right decision. She woke up before Harry and tiptoed out of the room. In the kitchen, Aunt Petunia was getting breakfast started while Uncle Vernon sat reading the newspapers on the table.

'-and the boy isn't getting any meals today!' She heard him say as she entered the kitchen.

Sophia made a mental note to sneak some food to Harry.

'Finally awake are you?' Vernon spat when he saw her. 'Help your aunt with breakfast, get going!'

Sophia walk nervously to the kitchen counter to help.

A couple of hours and he'll be gone, she told herself over and over, then you can talk to Aunt Petunia.

Dudley eventually dragged his fat bottom down the stairs and they ate. Uncle Vernon went on and on about Harry's behaviour and threatened to do the same to her if ever she try some magic of her own. She had no intention of doing any of the sort, so she nodded politely.

Uncle Vernon departed for work and Dudley went to one of his friend's house. By ten o'clock the house was empty in exception of Sophia, Harry – who was to stay in his room – and Aunt Petunia.

Sophia tried to come up with a way to talk to her aunt without getting her mad. It wasn't until one o'clock that the opportunity arrived. Aunt Petunia had summoned her to the master bedroom.

'I need the perfect outfit for tomorrow evening.' She said in a snappish manner. 'One of Vernon's client invited us over for…'

Sophia was only half listening. She kept thinking of a way to insert what she wanted to tell her without pissing her off.

'…so, I want something that says we have good moral. How about this one?'

'If you were my grandma.' Sophia said without thinking.

She knew she had said something wrong the moment it started to come out. Aunt Petunia's lips tighten.

'I mean – It's a beautiful dress. But, you've had it for ages and it's getting a tiny bit old.' She said as quickly as possible.

Aunt Petunia threw the dress aside and picked up the next one. Sophia wasn't sure whether she had caught up for her mistake or not.

'What about this one?' Aunt Petunia said with a tone that suggested she was not forgiving.

It was the ugliest dress she had ever seen.

'It's alright,' she shrugged.

Aunt Petunia turned around to face Sophia. 'Tell me the truth!'

You could never win. Either you were lying or you were insulting her wardrobe.

'It's a beautiful dress,' Sophia lied, 'but, if you're going for something that shows moral… you should go with this one.'

Sophia took out a dress, a belt, some earrings, a bracelet and a chain. She dug out some shoes as well.

'It's perfect…' Aunt Petunia whispered as she twirl in front of the mirror. 'You really have an eye for these things, I remember Lily-'

Aunt Petunia stopped dead in her track. Sophia twirl her hands nervously around each other.

'I'm not entirely like her.' Sophia said nervously.

Aunt Petunia looked at her doubtfully.

'I'm not going to be a witch.' She said firmly. 'I want to be a normal person. I want to do my nails and do my hair and-'

'You'll be able to do so even more if you're not a witch.' Aunt Petunia told her softly. 'We could even tell Vernon about it. You've been doing good compare to your brother… turning the teacher's head blue and jumping on roofs.'

Sophia let out a nervous noise. 'Harry wants to be a wizard.'

Aunt Petunia frowned. 'He's not going to. He'll be going to the public school and he'll be grateful for it.'

'Can you stop him from going?' Sophia asked, concerned.

'Of course I can.' Aunt Petunia said.

Sophia thought she didn't look too convince though.

'I'll talk to Vernon about it.'

Sophia wanted to tell her not to, but she knew that was crossing the line. She knew Harry was going to get punish even more than he was, but – hopefully – it'll be worth it. Anyway, Sophia knew how to steal some food by now. Harry need not worry about starving.

That evening, Uncle Vernon called the family to the living room – including Harry and Sophia. He told Harry not to sit down when he was about to do so. To her surprise, however, Sophia was allowed to sit. Thinking this had to do with what she told Aunt Petunia that afternoon, Sophia braced herself. She hadn't told Harry about it.

She knew Aunt Petunia had called Uncle Vernon right after their little chat.

Uncle Vernon gave Dudley a present. This wasn't unusual, he brought home a gift for Dudley about once a week and made Sophia and Harry watch him. He started his speech, like every other time.

'Dudley deserves this gift…', 'He's a good boy…' and 'He's not a wizard…'

The funny thing happened afterwards when Uncle Vernon threw a very, very small rectangular gift in Sophia's direction.

'Er-?' Sophia said, not sure what to think of it.

Was this a really bad joke?

Harry was looking way beyond confused. Dudley was gaping at her and Aunt Petunia was smiling proudly.

'Open it!' Uncle Vernon grumbled.

Sophia slowly tear it open. It was a small gift certificate to the city's mall. She looked up to Aunt Petunia's waiting reaction.

'Thank you…' She turned to Uncle Vernon. 'I am very, very grateful.'

Uncle Vernon gave Harry a nasty smile and rambled on about how wizards did not deserve any gifts. All through his speech, Harry gave Sophia looks of betray. Sophia felt guilty at first, but by the time she went to bed, she felt certain she was making the right choice. She just had to try her best and make Harry do the same, even though she was getting a cold treatment from him.

The next weeks were bittersweet for Sophia. The Dursleys were giving her privileges every time she mentioned she wasn't going to that school for witches and wizards. At the same time, she felt her relationship with Harry had never been this bad.

She tried and tried to tell him that it was as simple as not wanting to be a wizard. They could be a family. A real one. Harry would not budge.

The thing that put a bigger obstacle in Harry and Sophia's relationship was when Uncle Vernon announced that Sophia was to move in the spare bedroom – which was bigger than their current bedroom.

'Normal kids don't sleep with their brother.' He explained to her. 'Normal kids have their own space.'

'Of course, we'll have to paint it.' Aunt Petunia said. 'Why don't we go choose a color this weekend and find you some bed sheets?'

'You're pretty smart, you know…' Harry told her as she gathered her belonging in what was now Harry's room.

Harry was in his usual position on the bed; laying down with his hands on his stomach and his feet crossed.

'Why?' Sophia asked abandoning her task for a few seconds.

'I was trying to think of a reason why you wouldn't want to be a witch… It's magic we're talking about!' Harry smiled slightly. 'But, you've really thought this through.'

'I don't understand…'

'You know you'll be alone next year.' Harry told her. 'I won't be there to let you rest when you're too tired.'

Sophia felt guilty when she thought about all the times Harry had finished a chore for her because she simply could not… or all the times he let her cry in his arms. She still didn't understand where he was going with all of this.

'What are you getting at?'

'I'm just saying… you want to be a witch.' Harry grinned.

'I don't!' She stomped her foot.

'Yeah, you do. Who wouldn't want to? You've just found a way to make the Dursleys treat you right. In a year, when you leave… they won't see it coming, won't they?'

'You're full of rubbish!' Sophia said resuming to her packing.

Harry sat up. 'You can tell me… I won't tell them. In a way, I'm happy you'll be safe when I'm gone.'

'Wizards are bad!' Sophia said loudly. 'Why do you think our parents were murdered?'

'This is exactly what they want us to think!' Harry said as loudly.

'Oh, so now you think I'm being brainwashed?' Sophia said with anger.

'If that's the word you want to use…' Harry said crossly. 'They don't love you!'

'Oh, that's nice of you to say.' Sophia mumbled.

'It's the truth!' Harry said laying down again.

Sophia grabbed the last of her things and left slamming the door behind her.

That night, Sophia cried herself to sleep. She cried for Harry, whom they had promised in the past they'd never ever leave each other alone. She cried for her parents, whom might have been alive if they hadn't been wizards. Lastly, she cried for herself for she was a disgusting witch and that was probably why she wasn't popular like Dudley.

It simply wasn't fair.

She wished she could change Harry's mind… or perhaps she wished wizards could be good.

Wizards were clever, Sophia thought a few weeks later as she tried to fall asleep in an old hut in the middle of the sea.

All of last week, they had been trying to avoid answering the letters Harry was receiving from the wizard's school. Now, Uncle Vernon had driven them in the middle of nowhere to avoid receiving the letters. Sophia had a feeling the trouble wasn't going to stop here.

She had tried to tell her uncle that wizards most probably could find a way to the hut, but he told her to shut up and go to sleep. Dudley won the fight over who would sleep on the couch and Sophia was left to sleep on the floor with Harry.

Harry passed a comment about how Sophia still wasn't important enough to sleep on a proper bed, but he held her when she was shivering from the cold of the night.

Harry was a wizard, but he was good…

BOOM!

Sophia jerked awake. Her heart nearly fell out of her chest as a giant of a man stood where the entrance door should have been. She held her chest to die down the pain that had come from being scared half to death.

Harry had stood up beside her, Dudley was cowering on the couch, Uncle Vernon had come in with a gun and Aunt Petunia was hiding right behind him.

'Took meself all night chasin' you down.' It spoke.

'I'M ARMED!' Uncle Vernon roared. 'I DEMAND YOU LEAVE IMMEDIATELY. YOU ARE BREAKING AN-'

The giant snorted and made his way towards Uncle Vernon who had stopped shouting quite instantly. The giant bent Uncle Vernon's gun and had trown it away in an empty corner.

Dudley hid under the blankets while Harry helped Sophia up. Sophia didn't exactly know who the giant was, but she had an unowkn strange trust upon him.

The giant looked around the room for something. He stopped when he spotted Harry and Sophia clenching to one another.

'There yer guys are. The last time I saw yer, yer was only a baby.'

Sophia caught Harry's eyes.

'You knew us?' Sophia asked braver than she felt.

'O' course I knew ya!' The giant smiled warmly. 'Well, I knew yer parents ter be precise. Yer look a lot like your mum and, Harry, yer look like yer dad, except your eyes.'

'Are you a wizard?' Harry blurted out. 'Sir?'

The giant chuckled. 'No need callin' me that. I am a wizard, mind. Me names Rebus Hagrid – call me Hagrid… everyone does. I'm keeper of keys at Hogwarts.'

'Oh.' Harry said smiling slightly. 'Have you come to take me there?'

Uncle Vernon cleared his throat. 'He's not going!'

Hagrid chuckled once more. 'Not just yet. I came ter give you yer letter. Apparently, yer haven't read it. Then, I can take ya to Diagon Alley to buy all yer supplies.'

'Didn't you hear me!' Uncle Vernon said louder.

'O' course I did.' Hagrid said looking over at Uncle Vernon with disgusted. 'It's not fer you ter decide.'

'We swore when we took them-' Uncle Vernon started, 'that we'd put a stop to this nonsense… wizard indeed.'

'I'd like ter see a great big muggle like you stop James and Lily's kids go ter Hogwarts.' Hagrid challenged him.

'I don't want to go.' Sophia said at the same time as Harry asked, 'what's a Muggle?'

'Muggles are what we call non-magical folks,' Hagrid started, but quickly turned his attention on Sophia, 'What do yer mean, yer don't want ter go?'

'I'm not evil.' She explained.

'Wizards aren't evil.' Hagrid allowed a small chuckle. 'Some are though. Some, like You-Know-Who… well…'

'I don't know who?' Harry interjected.

'You know… the one that… that murdered yer parents.' Hagrid said uncomfortably.

'I thought are parents deserved it?' Sophia asked her mouth dry.

'Deserved? Deserved?' Hagrid shook his head in disbelief. 'Yer think yer parents deserved ter die? Yer parents were as nice people as I ever met.'

Harry gave Sophia a look that quite plainly said, 'I told you so.' Sophia thought Harry was jumping to conclusions. What she really needed was a bit of proof.

'If they weren't evil…' Sophia spoke slowly, 'Why were they killed?'

Hagrid scratched his head. 'Yer parents fought alongside the greatest wizard of the century, Albus Dumbledore. Everyone that fought alongside him, against You-Know-Who, got killed, didn't they. You-Know-Who had an army, see… he was evil. He went as bad as one could get. On Halloween ten years ago, he found yer parents and killed 'em. Sad, really.'

'Did they capture that You-Know-Who person?' Harry asked his mind devouring the story.

'Well they…' Hagrid looked quite lost for words. 'Well yer… yer don't really know, do yer?'

'Know what?' Harry asked.

Hagrid turned around to Uncle Vernon again. 'Yer didn't tell them?'

'We told them enough!' Uncle Vernon stood his ground. 'I demand that you leave! They are to know no more!'

'Yer were supposed ter tell them!' Hagrid's voice boomed across the hut.

Sophia felt her heart racing. She felt something big was about to be revealed.

'Yer stopped him, Harry.' Hagrid said more softly. 'He tried ter kill yer, but yer stopped him. Yer famous! Everyone knows yer story. They all call yer The-Boy-Who-Lived.'

'I stopped him?' Harry asked shaking.

'Yeah, no one knows why or how, but sumthin' happened that night.' Hagrid said with admiration. Hagrid went on to explain how You-Know-Who haven't been spotted since and how Harry got his scar. He finally got the courage to tell them that his name was Voldemort, which Sophia thought crazy that none would say his name.

The whole story was rather… odd. Still, Sophia hoped that it was true. If wizard and witches weren't evil…

Sophia didn't sleep at all that night. Dudley was still whining about his pig tail.

On one side, she had Aunt Petunia who had promised her the world if she didn't got o that school. But, that was before she knew that her parents were good people… or were they?

Harry had always been good to her – if you didn't count the few fights they had – but, every sibling had them. It wasn't unusual. Harry never hurt anyone on purpose and Sophia was sure he could of have.

The sun was up by the time Sophia fell asleep and when she woke up, Harry had left with Hagrid to get his stuff for school.

The ride back home wasn't a fun one. Uncle Vernon nearly crashed the car twice. Aunt Petunia was silent and Dudley was going on and on about his tail.

The last month of summer past extremely fast. Sophia kept to her story about not wanting to go to Hogwarts, but truth of the matter was… she didn't know what she wanted anymore.

Hagrid had been nice to them… but, not to the Dursleys. When Harry spoke about Diagon Alley, Sophia wanted to be there and Harry's book were simply fabulous. They were interesting and Sophia read them when Aunt Petunia wasn't looking.

'Are you going to write to me?' Sophia asked Harry on the very last day of August.

Harry was in his regular position on the bed while Sophia petted his white owl.

'Promise me you'll come next year and I'll write to you everyday if you want me to.' Harry said raising his eyebrows.

Sophia didn't answer. She felt Harry knew of her curiosity to go to that school. They were quiet for some time, until Harry spoke again.

'You really like that owl, don't you?'

'I'd rather have a cat.' Sophia shrugged.

Harry grinned. 'You'll have one next year.'

'Maybe…' Sophia said very quietly.

'I'll get you one.' Harry said.

'With what money?' Sophia asked.

Harry smiled. 'Just do me one favour… Keep telling the Dursleys that you have absolutely no intention to go to Hogwarts. I'll have one less thing to worry about while I'm gone.'

Sophia sighed. 'Do you think… maybe… Aunt Petunia was… jealous of our mother?'

She could hear Harry moving on the bed, but she kept her eyes on his owl.

'Don't run that theory by her.' Harry said at last.

'I won't… I just…'

'What? You just what?' Harry pressed on.

'I… You know what… fine!' Sophia breathed harshly. 'I want to be a witch! What I really, really want is for the Dursleys to treat us like a family and to be a witch. It seems as though I'll have to choose one or the other.'

Harry snorted. 'That's an easy one, Sophie.'

Sophia twirled her thumbs and looked down on the floor. 'Are you going to come home for Christmas?'

As Sophia feared, Harry did not answer.

Harry left the next morning. Sophia was left behind to the care of Mrs. Figgs. Uncle Vernon seems to think that if Sophia went to the train station, she might change her mind.

Sophia had sneaked to Harry's room for a hug goodbye before he left. The exchange was rather quick.

'I'll write, I promise.' Harry had said. 'I'll get Hedwig to leave the letters on my bed so the Dursleys won't get suspicious of you.'

Sophia had sobbed a bit. 'I love you, Harry.'

'Love you too.' Harry had said before departing.

As Sophia sat in Mrs. Figgs's living room, she felt quite lonely. The Dursleys were treating her better then before, but she had never been away from her brother. Sophia had no one to talk to. She couldn't tell anything to Aunt Petunia…

'Mrs. Figgs?' Sophia said entering her small kitchen.

'Yes, dear?' Mrs. Figgs said shooing one of her cats away from her cake.

'Is it alright if I go see Kathy from across the – I mean, from this side of the street?'

Mrs. Figgs frowned. 'By all means, do whatever you want child. Who's Kathy?'

'She lives two houses from here.' Sophia informed her.

'The Whites?' Mr. Figgs inquired. 'I didn't know they had a daughter… must have missed that one… well, go on child. Get some sun while it last. Don't tell you Uncle I let you out.'

'Thanks.' Sophia said before sprinting down the street.

Well, I've decided to put all that is somewhat familiar in one chapter. I've cut up some explanations that you already should know. Makes my job easier and it's less boring for everyone.

Chapter 2 – The Ghost of a Women – will get the plotline started.

Finally, I wouldn't mind a Beta, if anyone wants to work with me. English isn't my first language.

With all of that said, if you have a comment or a question, be kind and leave a review.

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