Harry Potters Sister…A Dancer?
Libby was walking home from dance lessons in Julliard School in New York. Libby had been dancing her whole life. She had danced Ballet, Jazz, and Ballroom her entire life. She was a very graceful person. She has danced for so long that she looks like she is dancing while walking. She is built just like a dancer. About 5'7' weighs a 110 pounds and very fair skinned. She has brown hair with a hint of red in it. Almond shaped green eyes and a button nose, with very fair skin. People call her beautiful, but she believes herself to be plain.
She had gotten into Julliard early, at the age of sixteen in her junior year of high school. She is originally from Houston. She has a sister and a brother, two wonderful parents who love all three of them unconditionally. The thing about Libby is that odd things happen around her. Once, when a man had been following her to her car, she looked up and the man had mysteriously gotten ice packed around his feet, so he could not move. Very odd things nobody can explain.
On the way home from her dance lesson, she had a strange feeling come over her. As if she was being watched… She turned around… Nobody was there. "That is strange." Thought Libby. She picked up her pace and hurried to her on campus dorm room. She had not yet found a roommate since she was so new.
When she walked into her room, the first thing she noticed was some pillows out of place. As if someone had been there. She went into the kitchen, and her heart skipped a beat. A very eccentric man in purple robes was helping himself to lemonade. Another boy sat next to him. He was tall, about 6'4, with brown hair, green eyes and glasses. He looked strangely familiar, as if I should know him but can't quite place him.
"Hello my dear. I am sure you are wondering why we have broken into your apartment." Said the old man. "My name is Professor Dumbledore. I am headmaster to a school called Hogwarts where your parents used to go."
Libby had finally found her voice. "Why are you here? If you wanted to meet me why didn't you contact me through email or phone? Why did you break into my house? And who are you?" She asked the familiar boy.
"Erm…My name is Harry Potter. And I'm your…Er." Harry looked to Professor Dumbledore for help.
"What Harry is trying to say, is that you, my dear, are adopted. Harry happens to be your brother, your twin brother to be more accurate." Said Dumbledore
Libby was feeling very light headed. Hey it was a lot to take in all at once! She sat down. "How is that possible? My parents are John and Allison Stein, my sister is Katy, and my brother's name is Thomas. How is it possible I am adopted? I have a birth certificate! I…" Libby had fainted.
"Oh dear! We'll have to get her to the hospital wing immediately! Come Harry, we'll take a portkey!" And with that Libby had unknowingly entered an entirely different world, with magic wands, evil wizards who want her as their bride, and horny teenagers. What was she going to do?