Full Summary:
Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Chloe Potter...who? Everyone knows the story of Harry Potter but no one ever heard of Chloe Potter. Not until her first year at Hogwarts, when she get's sorted into Slytherin. Her fame only lasted a few month, with lots of question about why she is in a wheelchair, or how she ended up in Slytherin. People soon forgot about her or used her to get to Harry. By her fourth year, she lives behind her brother's shadow and is sick of it. She doesn't want to be known as Harry's younger sister. She wants to be known for being Chloe Potter! The girl who is amazing at potion and terrible at Transfiguration. But where do you start?
Who better to ask then Draco Malfoy. Willing to help, Draco acts as Chloe's boyfriend. As they act, they also begin to learn about each other. Draco keeps more quiet but Chloe completely let's out her past and her feelings. Soon acting isn't required for their feels became real but they refuse to acknowledge their attraction for each other. Harry even sees the attraction they have for each other and tries to pulls Chloe away from it. Except the more Harry pushes, the more she pulls away. Soon Chloe gets what she want, but like everything, there is a price to pay.
"Look! It's mum and dad." I whispered looking at the picture. They looked beautiful as dad was holding my brother and mum was holding me.
"You must have just been born. Look you don't have any hair." Harry whispered back. I felt my cheeks warm up. I looked over at Harry and smiled. His messy dark hair matches our dad's, but he has our mother's eyes. He wears glasses like dad; large round ones. I can make out the lightning bolt scar on the top of his forehead just passed his hair but, for the most part, it's covered by his hair.
Harry turned the page again, causing me to look back down at the book. It's Harry at his first year at Hogwarts. Last year Hagrid came to a shake we were living. It was on a cold, rainy day. I thought it was someone coming to kill us at first. Then when he gave Harry the cake and explained how our parent's died; it was as if my world changed. I had thought that I might be able to get out of this wheelchair and actually do something more.
Hedwig, Harry's snowy white owl, started messing with the lock on the cage. Harry turned to his bird.
"I can't let you out, Hedwig. I'm not allowed to use magic outside of school." Harry said to his owl. Hedwig still tried to take the lock off begging to stretch his wings.
I spoke up, "Besides, if Uncle Vernon-"
"Harry Potter!" Uncle Vernon shouted from downstairs. Harry looked at me and I gave him a sad smile. I gave a small wave as Harry walked to his door and down the stairs. Looking back book, I couldn't wait to meet Harry's friends and start my time at Hogwarts. I wonder what house I will be sorted into. I am hoping Gryffindor like my brother. He could show me everything and help me out.
*Months later*
I wheeled myself down with all the other kids my age. Looking up, I saw thousands of candles floating, high in the ceiling. Pass the candles there was a beautiful night sky. It's just as my brother described to me during the summer. Around the room there were four long tables that the students sat at. I began wondering what house I will be sorted into.
"Chloe Potter!" My name was finally shouted.
"Here!" I shouted and raised my hand. Some people looked back at me before moving out of the way to let me through. I hear some whispered about not knowing there was another Potter. Making it to the front, I saw another long table where the teachers were sitting. Behind the teachers was a large window filling the entire back wall. The teacher smiled and walked down with the hat. She placed it upon my head.
"Another Potter we see, but you are not like your brother. I know the perfect house for you. One that your Brother would have done greatly in." The hat said before shouting, "Slytherin."