Chapter One:

Ariana sat staring at the old man in front of her; he had a long silver beard that could have been tucked into his pants if he had wanted to do so. His long slender nose looked like it had been broken at least once, and he looked at her over his half moon glasses. This man was introducing himself for the first time to a girl he thought had been dead for 13 years. He was staring at Ariana Star Potter, though she did not know that was what her name actually was. She was the twin sister of the one and only Harry Potter, though she didn't know that either. Ariana had grown up on the outskirts of Godric's Hallow not knowing that she grew up with a family who had no idea how special she was.

"So you're telling me that my Mum and Dad aren't really my Mum and Dad?" Ariana leaned back in her chair looking from the man and woman she had thought for the last 13years had been her parents really weren't. They had cussed at the man, thrown fits, and her Mum looked so angry she was on the verge of tears.

"Of course not my dear," He said gently, "They raised you like they thought best and they are no less your parents then the wonderful man and woman who birthed you. But that is not why I am here. I am not here to break your family apart, I am here because we thought you were dead, but you're not and that is wonderful news." He gave her a small smile she couldn't help but return. "Now, as I said before, my name is Albus Dumbledore and I am the Headmaster at a school, which you really should have been at for the past 3 years."

Ariana looked over at the man, deep down she always had a feeling that she was different from her parents, they both had light blone hair that was perfectly straight, you could even tell with the man she thought was her father, even though his hair was so short, and Ariana had black hair that she kept shorter in the back and a bit longer in the front. The back stuck up at certain parts and she liked it that way, she was always ruffling it up worried it would go flat. But her favorite part about herself was her eyes, one was a bright emerald green and the other was a hazel brown. "But we don't really have the money to send me to a special school..." She looked up at her parents, they had never really been ones to splurge on her, all of her clothes came from the church up the street. The church had rummage sales once a month. Her Mum bought her and her Dad's clothes brand new, although she always told Ariana that she bought them at the rummage sales. The tags on the clothes told Ariana otherwise.

"My dear Miss Potter, if I may call you by your rightful surname, do not think your parents left you with nothing. There is still much you do not know about your life, but you will find in due time." He stood up. "Now, if it is alright with your parents I would like to have a chat with you. Alone." Ariana eye's darted to her parents, she could tell they were not happy with this idea, but somehow they had a feeling that arguing with this man was not a very smart thing to do, so slowly they left the room.

"Mr. Dumbledore, er, Sir? May I ask you a question?"

"You may." He said his eyes twinkling.

She paused looking down at her feet which were pointed inwards from nerves. "Do... Do I have any biological family at all? Aunts? Uncles? Cousins?" Ariana whispered, she had always wanted to know her extended family, but her parents were both only children and both of their parents had died.

"You do, have one of each on your Mother's side, and you also have a brother." Dumbledore said. "He is your twin, he knows no more of you than you know of him." Dumbledore added seeming to read her mind.

"Did he grow up with our Mom and Dad?" Ariana asked softly, they hadn't discussed how Ariana came to be brought up by parents who weren't actually hers.

Dumbledore's face grew sad and he shook his head, "Your parents, Lily and James, were killed by a man who also tried to kill your brother. The curse however rebounded upon himself and he was blasted away. This was when you both were barely a year old."

"Curse? What do you mean?"

"Ariana, do you ever have special things happen to you when you feel angry, or sad? Or even embarassed?" He added almost with a knowing voice.

"I accidentaly made a boy fall out of a window last year. They tried to blame it on me because we were yelling at each other, but I was four feet away from him... I didn't touch him!" Ariana said her voice caught in her throat.

"Well, if you come to my school we will be able to train you up and make it so you can control yourself, and no more accidents like that will happen." He smiled. "You Miss Potter, are a witch after all. And I'm sure you will be very happy being around children just like yourself."

Ariana sat quietly for a moment thinking. She had never been happy at school, and maybe this was why. The other kids always saw what she knew deep down that she was different and maybe here now for the first time she had a chance at being happy. "Will I get to meet my brother?" The question seemed to hang in the air for what seemed for far too long but finally Dumbledore answered.

"In due time. But first I must give you this." He handed over a letter she opened it and read threw it.

"But, but where am I supposed to go get everything? I haven't any money..." Ariana said, feeling like her hopes and dreams of meeting her real family was gone before it even started.

"My dear, I will have everything taken care of. You just be at the Leaky Caldron at noon this Saturday and I will have someone there to escort you to get the things you needed." Dumbledore wrote down the address she would need and gave her a small bow. "I will see you come the first of September Miss Potter."

"Sir! One more question please..." When Dumbledore said nothing but didn't leave she took it as a sign that she could continue. "What day is my actual birthday? My parents, they have been using Halloween... is that right?"

"Your real birthday is July 31st, but I find it amusing that Halloween is the day they have been using at your birthday."

"Why is that?" Ariana asked, wishing she could get all her thoughts in order, new questions kept poping up every second.

"Because my dear, that is the day your family was torn apart by Lord Voldemort. It must have also been the day that your parents found you.