DISCLAIMER: I own NOTHING but Kyra Potter, but I do not own her as a witch, because if I did, I would be accused of mimicking the fabulous J.K. Rowling.

In this fan fiction, I would like to alert you (as I did in the summary) has quite a different twist. Harry Potter is no longer alone in the world with no family but the Dursley's left, he now has a twin sister, Kyra Potter. I know that there have been many versions of Harry Potter with a twin sister (trust me, I've read most of them and that is what inspired me) but, this is my version. I hope you enjoy.

Summary- Harry Potter has a twin sister. Growing up in a cupboard under the stairs at your Aunt and Uncle who hate you with their life 's house may not be the easiest task, but finding out you're a witch and wizard just made things better. So young Harry and Kyra Potter head for entirley new world, one where magic awaits, one of adventure, one of a new beginning, one of where they are...FAMOUS! Here, they can travel the world and will always find someone who stops and stares, someone who points, someone who will beg to just shake their hand or tremble with exitment just to stand before them. Here, they can find the meaning of their past, present, and future, why Lord Voldemort couldn't kill two small children, why they wake up screaming, and why they they carry the scars on their foreheads, and what they truley mean. Only one man has the answers, but is he ready to unravle all these secrets?

Secrets and Discovery

Chapter One

The Beginning of it all

"I should have known." He muttered, rummaging in his cloak pockets, his eyes full of amusement when he quickly spotted the cat. His eyes then searched the silver object in his hand. It seemed to be a common muggle object; a cigarette lighter. But, his fingers didn't hold a cigarette or cigar, instead his fingers flicked open, holding it up in the air, and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a tiny pop. Twelve times he clicker the Put-Outer, until the street lamps had flickered into darkness and the only lights left on the whole street were two tiny pin-pricks in the darkness, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out their window now, even the beady-eyed Mrs. Dursley, they wouldn't be able to see anything happening down on the pavement.

Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back into his cloak and set off down the street toward number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. He didn't look at it, but after a moment her spoke to it.

"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall."

He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead he was smiling at a rather sever-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the same shape markings that the cat had around its eyes.

"How did you know it was me?" She asked.

"My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly."

"You'd be stiff if you sat on a brick wall all day," She muttered, rolling her eyes.

"All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feats and parties on the way here."

She sniffed angrily, her eyes not meeting his.

"That's not my point. You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no-Muggles aren't stupid. They've noticed almost everything." She quipped impatiently.

"You can't blame them," said Dumbledore gently. "We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years."

"I know that," Professor McGonagall said irritably. "But that's no reason to lose our heads. Professor...do you think he's...You-know-who...is really gone?"

"It certainly seems Voldemort is gone," Dumbledore muttered. "We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop?"

"A what?"

"A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle candy that I'm rather fond of."

"No thank you." She spoke coldly. But then, her tone softened. "Does this mean the rumors are true? That James and Lily Potter are-are-are...they're dead?"

Dumbledore bowed his head. She gasped.

"Lily and James...I can't believe it...I didn't want to...Oh, Albus...And they said that he tried to kill the twins, Kyra and Harry Potter. Tried to kill they're son and daughter...but he couldn't. He could kill the children. No one knows why or how, but they somehow broke You-know-who's-"

"Professor, he's gone. I know it's scary, but Voldemort," She winced when he said it, "Is dead. Please, could you? It's his proper name."

"Fine. They some how broke...Voldemort's" She winced, "power. Out of all the people he's killed...he couldn't kill two little children? It's just astounding...of all the things to stop him...how in the heavens did Harry and Kyra survive?"

"We can only guess." Dumbledore cleaned his glasses briefly on his cloak, "We may never know...oh, Hagrid's late."

"And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here?" Professor McGonagall asked, dabbing her eyes with a laced handkerchief.

"I've come to bring Harry and Kyra to the only family they have left." Dumbledor sighed.

"To live with the Dursleys? Albus, they're wicked people! It's not a proper place to raise Harry and Kyra..."

"It's the best place for them." He told her firmly. "They're aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to them when they're old enough. I have already written a letter- I wonder where Hagrid is..."

"Hagrid? Why Hagrid?"

"He's bringing them."

"And you trust Hagrid with that task? The task of brining the two most precious children in the world?"

"I'd trust Hagrid with my life." Dumbledore sounded hurt as his eyes fell into McGonagall's.

"I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," She assured him, "But you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to-what's that?"

A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of headlight; it swelled to a roar as a giant motorcycle dropped out of the sky in some sort of parking in front of them. A huge man clambered off the motorcycle. He was twice as tall as normal man and at least five times as wide. Long tangles of bushy black hair and a beard almost hid his face completely. He had a bundle of blankets in each arm as he stepped towards them.

"Hagrid." Dumbledore whispered, "Where did you get the motorcycle?"

"Young Sirius Black lent it to me...I've got 'em, Sir."

"No problems?"

"None, Sir."

Dumbledore and McGonagall bent forward over the bundles of blankets to see two children. Inside the right was a baby boy, fast asleep it seemed. Under a tuff of jet-black hair over his forehead they could see a peculiar shaped cut, like a lightning bolt. In the other blanket was a baby girl, also asleep but her soft featured face seemed to be scrunched as if she was in a nightmare. Beautiful red hair curled at her chin, and under her parted bangs was a cut shaped like a star. Dumbledore gently placed a finger on each scar, and outlined it with the tip of his finger. The tiny girl's face instantly relaxed and a small smile formed on her lips.

"Is that where-" McGonagall whispered

"Yes." Dumbledore interrupted.

"Can't you heal-"

"No. Well, hand them over Hagrid-let's get this over with." He took the children in his arms.

"Could I-Could I say goodbye to 'em?" Hagrid muttered, giving each child a whiskery kiss. He then pulled out a handkerchief and sobbed into it.

"Hagrid, relax," Dumbledore whispered gently, "You will see them again."

"I-I-I know b-but..." He let out a loud sob, "I can't stand it...to see poor little Harry and Kyra Potter...they're parents dead...off to live with...M-M-Muggles!"

Dumbledore stepped on the porch, setting each child down gingerly, tucking a letter into Harry's blankets.

"Good luck..." He whispered, "Good luck, Harry and Kyra Potter."