Hello! This is my second Harry Potter sister fic, third Harry Potter fic, though this one is much different. She is not Harry's twin in his one. This is the first Harry Potter story I ever thought up and I thought I might as well post it!

I don't have much writing experience, I am still young, 14 years old. I appreciate constructive criticism. If you don't like it, don't read it! Though I really do hope you like it! Time line is very AU

Chapter 1

Terror, despair, longing for fresh air. Hopelessness, depression, unable to think straight. Unending suffering. No will left. No one survives for long. Except for me, and the man in the cell beside mine, Sirius Black, my godfather.

I am a witch. No those type in the old muggle tales that have green skin and a wart on their nose. No, I am just like any other person except I'm magical. My name is Amber Potter and right now I have about the worse life one could ever think of. My parents: dead. My younger brother: Doesn't even know I exist. Moony, my 'Uncle': Hates me. My friends: Abandoned me.

My brother lives with the only family I have left. My mother's sister and her husband. Cruel, wizard-hating, people. I almost like to think I'm better of in Azkaban, though I know I'm not. Anything is better than being blamed for the death of your parents, twelve muggles and a family friend.

Thirteen years ago I was a happy seventeen year old, having just graduated from Hogwarts school of Witch Craft and Wizardry. I had a few friends who I had know since first year. Nymphadora Tonks being one of them. Even though she had been in Hufflepuff and I had been in Gryffindor we had stuck together, both of us hoping to become Aurors. She has a better chance than me, you know, with the whole Azkaban thing.

The summer I graduated, me, my dad and my pregnant mother had to go into hiding. There had been a prophecy about a boy being born as the seventh month dies. That just so happened to be when my brother, Harry Potter, was born. That prophecy stated that my brother was to kill the most powerful dark wizard the world had ever seen: Lord Voldemort. Voldemort had gotten wind of the prophecy somehow and would let nothing step in his way of killing us.

I could not get a job , I could not leave the house. It was torture. Luckily I was allowed to join the Order of the Phoenix. A group that was against Voldemort and his group of Death Eaters, other dark wizards. Tonks was there and I got to see her whenever there was a meeting.

Padfoot, Moony and Wormtail. Would come to visit often. They were my unofficial uncles, friends of my Dad from when they went to school. Their real names were of course not Moony, Padfoot and Wormtail. Moony was Remus Lupin, Padfoot was Sirius Black and Wormtail was Peter Pettigrew. Dad had had a nickname too, his was Prongs. They all held significant importance to them.

Moony was named Moony because he had a 'furry little problem' as Dad liked to call it. He was a Werewolf. To go to school he would have to be taken into an abandoned shack every full moon to transform, so he wouldn't hurt other humans. Instead he hurt himself. My Dad and his friends found out about this and came up with an idea. Werewolves only hurt humans, not other animals, so the became animagies. People who can transform into animals. They would keep him company and make sure he didn't hurt himself. Sirius was a dog so he got the name Padfoot, Pettigrew was a rat so he got the name Wormtail, Dad was a Stag so he got the name Prongs.

If they hadn't done that Padfoot and I would not be in Azkaban. Instead Pettigrew would be here. Rotting alone in Azkaban like he deserved. Though I shouldn't blame them, I became an illegal animagus too. I had no specific reason, my mom never knew. Dad, Padfoot , Pettigrew and Moony did. I am a black cat. You would think that the colour of my fur would be theme as my hair colour, but I guess there are no blond cats. I never did go with them when Moony turned, it was their own thing. I would use my power to sneak out when no one was looking. On October 31st 1981 I snuck out, life in a boring house in Godric's Hollow can get, well, boring. I trotted around town in animagus form so no one could recognize me. When I came back to find the front door had been blown of it's hinges, I knew one thing. Pettigrew had betrayed us.

A week before that my parents had made Pettigrew their secret keeper. Someone who could keep the secret of where we live, Voldemort could never find us if the secret keeper did not tell him. At first Dad had wanted Uncle Pads to be the one, but Padfoot said that he was to much of an obvious choice. Pads suggested Pettigrew as he was a small, timid fat boy. Not a week later Pettigrew betrayed him to Lord Voldemort.

I ran into the house to find my dad laying still, on the staircase. I checked for a pulse. When I found none I wept into his chest. It was my fault. I should have been there to save them, or at least to help. I cried the hardest I ever had. My heart broke. My dad had been young, he still had so much life left to live.

"Not, Harry! Please, Not, Harry!" I heard my mom scream from upstairs. I started to run upstairs but I was to late.

"Avada Kedevra!" I heard Voldemort hiss, my mom screamed one more time before I heard her body hit the floor.

"Harry." I thought. I continued running up the stairs. I ran into Harry's nursery and choked back a sob when I saw what had happened. My Mom's body was lying there on the ground completely still, with her emerald green eyes I had inherited wide open. I collapsed to my knees beside her. I cupped her face in my hands.

"Mom." I whispered through the tears. I sobbed for a while until I remembered why I came up there in the first place. I looked over to Harry's crib where I found him watching me intently. I walked over to his crib, stepping over some suspicious black robes, and picked him up. He cuddled his face into my neck.

"Momma sleep?" He asked. I felt the rest of my heart shatter. Harry would never know his parents.

"No, Harry. She's not sleeping." I said through the tears. I needed to get him out of here, that was first priority. I could mourn later. A bright red mark on Harry's forehead caught my eye. A scratch in the shape of a lightning. I soaked up the blood with my shirt, but was unable to stop it. It wasn't bad, though. Just a peculiar scratch.

I walked around my mom's body hardly able to see through all the tears. I could hardly control the sobs that racked my body. I walked down the stairs to where Padfoot still was, holding Dad's hand. Though he was no longer crying, he was still staring intently at Dad's face. Almost as though he was trying t o will him back to life.

"Pa'foo!" Harry exclaimed upon seeing his godfather. Padfoot looked up, his eyes questioning me about my mom. I shook my head.

"We need to get him out of here. We have no idea where Voldemort is."

Uncle Pads nodded. "Right." He said, his voice gruff. We stepped out of the house to find Hagrid about to come in.

"What happened?" He asked.

"Voldemort." I snarled. "He killed them Hagrid." Tears weld up in my eyes. Hagrid looked down cast.

"They didn' deserve to go out that way." Hagrid said as a big, fat tear rolled down his cheek. "The same won' happen to Harry. Dumbledore told me to take him."

"No!" I protested. "Please he can stay with me or Padfoot. Please don't take him away."

"I have my orders." Hagrid said.

"Please, I'm his sister! Padfoot is is godfather!" I begged.

"Dumbledore knows what he is doing." Hagrid responded. I looked to Padfoot. He still was sad, of course, but the look on his face told him to give Harry to Hagrid.

"Give Harry to Hagrid, Amber. He will be alright." Uncle Pads said. I looked at Harry.

"Good bye, little bro." I said with a teary smile. I placed a kiss on his forehead and gave him to Hagrid. He wrapped Harry up in a blanket for warmth. Before he could leave, Padfoot said,

"Take my motorcycle, I won't be needing it anymore." I looked at him, what did he mean? Was he planning something?

"Alrigh'. Thanks." Hagrid went to the motorcycle that was parked at the edge of the sidewalk. He hopped on and they were off. We watched them leave from the porch steps. Uncle Padfoot put his arm around my shoulder comfortingly.

"It's alright, Amber. Harry will be fine. Dumbledore is a good man." He said.

"I know." I said with a sigh. "I'm just going to miss him." Tears continued to stream down my face. I felt as though I had just lost another family member. I had no idea when I would see him again.

Padfoot started to walk of when I called out,

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to catch a rat." He answered. I jumped of the porch, he wasn't going alone.

"I'm coming with you."

"No, you are not." Padfoot said.

"Pettigrew the reason my parents are dead! Of course I'm coming. I'm a full grown witch. I can handle myself perfectly fine." I argued.

"Is there anyway of stopping you?" Padfoot asked.

"No." I answered, crossing my arms stubbornly.

"Fine. You can come." And off we went to catch the rat. Unfortunately when we did find Pettigrew he escaped by blowing up the street, transforming into a rat and escaping through the sewers. To make it look like we killed him he cut of his finger and left his robes there. By blowing up the street he killed 12 muggles. The Aurors arrived on site and took us away. Both Padfoot and I were laughing maniacally. I had started and not to later he joined in. We were sent to Azkaban, without a trial, where we still are today.

It's been twelve years. Twelve horrible years. I don't know anything about Harry. I've never heard anything. I don't even now what he looks like. It's torturous.

But one day, the luck was on our side. The minister was doing his rounds of Azkaban when he came by. He just happened to be holding a paper.

"You know minister, I really miss doing the crosswords. Are you done with that?" Uncle Pads asked, nonchalantly. Fudge looked surprised but handed Padfoot the paper and kept walking with his guards. When they were gone I asked,

"What are you doing?" Wordlessly, he showed me an article in the newspaper. The headline was:

MINISTRY OF MAGIC EMPLOYEE SCOOPS GRAND PRIZE

Underneath was a picture that contained seven happy looking gingers and a rat outside a temple in Egypt. The two older male and female gingers looked like Arthur and Molly Weasley, there was no mistaking them. The other five must have been their children. I didn't really care about that, what I did care about was the rat. I could easily recognize him anywhere, especially with the fact that he was missing a finger. It was Pettigrew.

I looked at Padfoot with wide eyes. I giggled happily. We now knew where he was.

"I've got a plan." Sirius whispered with a dark smile.

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