Author's Note:
In this fic Harry has a twin sister, her name is Selena Potter. For those of you who know what the name Selena means her nickname makes a lot of sense. This is NOT a self-insert. This story will be pretty similar to the first book until the sorting.
I own almost nothing except for Selena Potter.
Their strange day of seeing people in cloaks and owls flying in the daylight is finally coming to an end. Mr. and Mrs. Dursley decide to turn in early for the night. At nearly midnight a man suddenly appears at the street corner. His appearance would have caused gossip if the residents of Privet Drive were awake: a tall thin old man with a beard long enough to tuck into his belt and purple robes that sweep the ground. This man is known as Albus Dumbledore. He is rummaging in his cloak when he catches sight of a cat, "I should have known," he says with a chuckle.
He finds what he is looking for, an object that seems like a silver lighter called a deluminator, and clicks it twelve times. The street is nearly dark so he puts it back inside his cloak. When he turns to look at the tabby cat that had been sitting on the brick wall he instead comes face to face with a severe-looking woman with square classes, hair pulled in a tight bun, and emerald robes. Her glasses match the markings that were around the cat's eyes. "Fancy seeing you here Professor McGonagall."
The two stand there discussing the various activities that have been going on, throwing around words such as "muggle" and "Lord Voldemort" that would sound like gibberish to one not of their kind. They talk about the Potters and how the two parents were killed by Lord Voldemort with their children being the only survivors of the attack. "They're saying that when he couldn't kill Harry, Voldemort's power somehow broke and that's why he's dead," she speaks with a tremble.
Dumbledore nods glumly.
She gasps and takes out a lace handkerchief, "A-And Selena?"
"She seems to have taken no damage, if he had attacked her instead of Harry I am not sure if the results would have been the same," Albus tells her. Minerva McGonagall cries for a while into her handkerchief. The two argue a bit about leaving the two children with the Dursley's, the only relatives they have left, but ultimately Minerva is not able to sway Albus from his decision.
A loud rumbling breaks the silence that had descended after their argument. A motorcycle comes from the sky and lands onto the road. A man twice as tall as a normal man and five times as wide is the one driving the flying motorcycle. He has long bushy black hair that connects to his beard, which covers most of his face. In his muscular arms he is holding two bundles. The man holding the two bundles is named Hagrid. He assures Albus and Minerva that there were no problems during their arrival. The Professors bend forward over the two bundles of blankets. Inside the pink blanket there is a baby girl and inside the blue blanket there is a baby body. Just under the tuft of the baby boy's jet-black hair there is a cut shaped like a lightning-bolt. The two Professors argue once again over the scar with Dumbledore refusing to do anything about it saying it could come in handy one day. They each give their good-byes before Dumbledore lays the two children gently on the doorstep with a letter tucked into the baby girl's blanket. Before he leaves the street, he brings light back into it and turns to see the two bundles on the doorstep. "Good luck Harry and Selena Potter." Then he was gone.
A breeze goes through Privet Drive and the bundle in pink rolls closer to the other one without waking up. Selena Potter seems to be trying to share her warmth with her brother. They sleep on not knowing that they will be waken up by Petunia Dursley's scream in the morning. Selena Potter sleeps on not knowing that for the next few weeks she will be prodded and pinched by her cousin Dudley, because if he does it to Harry he starts to cry and their Aunt Petunia gets angry. Harry Potter sleeps on not knowing that all over the country there are people holding secret meetings in his honor, "To Harry Potter, the boy who lived!"