Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
I looked in the mirror and at the scissors on my desk. I needed change. Sirius always loved my long hair. Tears came to my eyes. "No, Sirius is dead" I scolded myself. I picked up the scissors and with one quick snip, my messy jet black plait fell to the floor. I ran my hands through my new short hair. I looked in the mirror. I tried to change my eye color from the flat black they had become. No luck. People always said that I looked so much like my mother. They always compared me to my parents and Harry. It was always Alice Potter, Twin to Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, I was never just Alice Potter. I was tired of it, I would be my own person, Alice Potter, a person of her own
Authors Note: Some of you might be confused to why she doesn't want to be like her family. Just remember, her parents died before she could really remember them, so she's never really dealt with grief.
