Prologue:

"Fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter. It seems to me as though your sister got the brains in the family." Professor Snape sneered.

No Sir, Harry thought; she got your brains.

Chapter 1:

Vernon and Petunia Dursley took Elsie Potter to the train station, they wanted to be rid of her as quickly as they could. Petunia's hold on Elsie increased dramatically once they found platforms 9 and 10.

"9 and 3/4? They are barking mad them lot. 9 and ¾? There isn't a 9 and ¾. Should we just leave her here?" Vernon whispered to his wife Petunia.

"We can't, I promised Lily that BOTH of her kids would be safe, if we just leave her here, she'll never get to that bloody school; then we'll be stuck with her for seven more years. This way, if she gets to the school, we'll only see her over the summer holidays. Because believe you me, that's the only time she's coming back."

Elsie sighed, these people were related; to her. Unbelievable, they were NOTHING alike, whatsoever. Out of the corner of her eye she saw someone disappear into a wall.

"Erm, Aunt Petunia?"

"Not now! Can't you see we're busy? Little girls should be seen and not heard." This was what they said every time she spoke.

"Aunt Petunia? Please, look," she said pointing to where three more people just disappeared. Petunia looked down at the girl and glanced to where she was pointing; she saw nothing.

"Stop wasting my time, girl," she said, hitting Elsie on the head. "We want to be rid of you, today."

"Excuse me, ma'am. But that is no way to treat a child, especially a girl," said a male voice; Elsie spun round to see a weird looking boy around her own age; he had white blonde hair with dark grey eyes and was wearing what looked like a suit. Elsie wouldn't know, she had never seen a proper suit.

"Who do you think you are? Talking to my wife like that; disrespectful. Where are your parents?" Vernon shouted.

"I'm right here, no need to shout."

"How dare you talk to my son like that, filthy muggle; come now Maximus, the train is waiting."

"Muggle? Muggle! How dare you call me a muggle?" Vernon screamed, he then turned to his wife and said in a low voice, "What's a muggle, again?"

"Wait!" Screamed Elsie as the family walked towards the magic wall. She ran over to the boy named Maximus. "You go to Hogwarts?" The boy looked worriedly to his father.

"Why?" His father answered for him in an unfriendly tone. Elsie looked up at him, noticing how his hair was white blonde too.

"I got a letter for there and I can't find the train. Could you show me?" She asked sweetly.

"Filthy muggleborn, get away from us and go back to your parents."

"Erm, I can't Sir. My parents are dead. They're my aunt and uncle. They said my mummy was a muggleborn though. But they also say my daddy isn't really my daddy and that my real daddy works at Hogwarts. I think they lie though." Lucius Malfoy heard this and automatically took a good look at the little girl.

"Your name?" He demanded, Elsie flinched away. "What is your name?"

"E-El-Elsie P-P-Potter, Sir," she stammered looking down at the ground.

"Potter? As in Harry Potter?" Maximus asked excitedly. He looked as though he wanted to jump up and down for joy.

"My brother's called Harry," she smiled.

"Well then," Lucius said, obviously pleased that he has a chance to get to the great Harry Potter. "You too come along and stay together!"

Lucius lead Maximus and Elsie through the wall leading to platform 9 and ¾.

"Here we are. Run along now, and get to know each other well," Lucius said, too cheerfully. Once the children were on the train and out of sight, he smirked; proud of what he accomplished today. Harry Potter, he thought; look out, look out wherever you are.

Back at the King's Cross Station, London, Petunia and Vernon were still trying to figure out how to get rid of the pestering child.

"Maybe we'll just dump her on another train and send her off god-knows-where?" Vernon supplied.

"Perfect, we'll just tell her it's the magic train," Petunia agreed. She turned around to tell the little girl when she realised that she was gone. "Vernon, she's gone."

"Oh, well then, let's go spend that train money on our little Dudders. She's a problem gotten rid of, I say."