Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
The Girl Who Lived
Prologue
It was a hot summer's day. I watched a cat slowly walking down the street. It reminded me of Professor McGonagall. In fact, it was almost identical,
except for the markings around her eyes. I'm Claire Potter. When I was a baby, You-Know-Who was after my brother. He decided to kill me as well.
He didn't exactly succeed. You see, when my mother died to save my brother's life, she died to save mine, too. Most people forget about me. I'm not
surprised. Harry did defeat Voldemort. Twice. The first time Harry defeated Voldemort, everyone thought I was dead, and Hagrid didn't find me in the
rubble of the half-destroyed house when he came to take Harry to our only living relatives, the Dursleys. Instead, it was a muggle couple called the
Merchants.(A/N: I know muggles aren't supposed to be able to see the Potter's house, but let's pretend they could) I have a story, and even though
it isn't as exciting or amazing as my brother's, it's mine. I am the Girl Who Lived.