Um, hello. Victoria Potter here. I guess you probably don't know very much about me, or anything, I suppose. But, then again, I suppose nobody really does. J.K. Rowling 'forgot' to mention that I exist, which angered me when I first read the books. It doesn't any more, because now I can tell you the story from my perspective.

It all started that fateful night where Voldemort killed my parents. Harry got his lightning scar, became a horcrux, blah blah blah. Meanwhile, I had nobody to save me, and nobody is quite sure how exactly I survived that night. Oh, and did I mention that I was the exact same age as Harry at the time? If you haven't figured it out, I am his twin sister.

Anyway, I'm getting off topic, aren't I? Well, I was found later by a stranger in a black hood (don't worry, it wasn't Voldemort) and given to Professor Dumbledore. I think that Dumbledore saw who it was, but didn't realize exactly who it was until many years later. Dumbledore told me in my fourth year that he had no clue how I was saved, because nothing bad had happened to me that whole night.

As a child, I was often forgotten about. While Harry was given the cupboard under the stairs (a most unfortunate place, indeed), I was given the dusty old attic. It was a surprisingly lovely place to live, and it was perfectly secluded. There was old furniture, winter clothing almost all year round (sometimes the Dursleys did decide to wear those clothes. For the most part, they bought new clothes every winter. Dudley was too big to fit in anything they'd buy him a previous year), and rats to keep me company.

While Harry dealt with and learned not to be afraid of spiders, I learned how sometimes being a predator was the only way you could get food. For those of you who are squeamish, you might not want to read the next part. My only source of food most days was rats. I would catch them, suck out their blood and eat every bit of meat-raw. It was the most disgusting thing ever, but I had to survive, and I learned to. As I said, I was often forgotten.

When Harry and the Dursleys went somewhere, they always forgot about me. I would stay at their house, eat all the delicious food in the pantry and cupboard, and watch television. I would make sure not to take too much food, so they wouldn't be suspicious. My favorite show that I watched was this really old one on BBC, called Doctor Who. It started in the 1960's and they played reruns. I loved the idea of traveling among the stars with The Doctor, and knowing that our world has a savior. My favorite Doctor was probably Peter Davison-he was hilarious and quirky. Now I think Matt Smith and David Tennant are better.

Sorry, I could talk about Doctor Who for hours and hours. I have, actually, multiple times. People get annoyed, but I think that shows that kept you sane (well, sane-ish) during childhood make a big impact on your life. If it weren't for DW, I would have gone crazy. Neglect is not something that helps with sanity at all. That was pretty much my life. (I didn't even go to school-they forgot about me that much. I was pretty dumb as a child.)

People ask me how it was growing up with Harry Potter. The truth is that I barely knew him until we went to Hogwarts. I never saw him more than maybe once a week. He was always kind of sulky. I wanted to tell him to get over himself. He didn't have to eat raw rats to stay alive, and people actually acknowledged that he was there. Granted, they treated him like dirt, but he was still recognized as a living person. I was like a ghost most of the time.

You already know about the letters coming through the door and Hagrid and everything. Instead of there just being Harry, there was my name on the letters, as well. And, the gold haul was twice the size that it was in the book. Joanne forgot to mention that, of course. She couldn't give Harry that much money for himself, so cutting down the amount was a smart idea. I'll give her that, I suppose.

My wand wasn't the brother of Voldemort's wand or anything. It was an eleven inch cherry wand with a dragon heartstring core. Olivander noted that it was flexible, which didn't really mean anything to me. I thought it was quite an awesome wand, just to let you know. Of course, I would have been happy with anything-it was a wand! Just getting one was more than amazing.

I was, of course, thrilled with Hedwig. Harry didn't let me name her. (I wanted to name her The TARDIS, but Harry thought it was too weird. I told him that we were wizards! What's not weird about that?) She really liked me, and I secretly called her 'The TARDIS' when Harry wasn't listening. Ultimately, The TARDIS was Harry's owl, though.

I also got an owl of my own. It was super small, nothing special. But it was the most adorable little thing ever, and I named it The Doctor. It was brown and white, and it could fit in the palm of my hand. The TARDIS and The Doctor really liked each other, and The Doctor would often hide in the The TARDIS's feathers. Harry didn't like that, but I thought it was cute.

When, a few days later, we arrived in King's Cross Station, I sort of accidentally figured out before Harry how to get to Platform 9 3/4. I just leaned on the wall between platforms 9 and 10, and fell through. While Harry looked like an idiot, asking where the platform was, I was already right next to the train, feeling completely confused.

Harry came in a couple minutes later with a pack of red heads (like bright ginger red, not dark red like mine) , and I rushed over to him. "What is this place? Is it the platform?" I asked.

"Who are you, dear?" the red head woman, the mother of the pack, asked me.

"She's my sister, Victoria. Everyone calls her Viki, though," Harry said. Oh right, I forgot to mention Harry's nickname for me. He thought that Victoria was too long, so he decided that Viki would be better. I personally prefer my name the way it is, but a nickname's fine, as well.

"Well, hello dear. Are you in the same year as Harry and Ron?" she asked, gesturing towards her youngest son. The whole lot of them were tall and gangly. I nodded yes. "I'm sure your Hogwarts experience will be amazing, dearie! You've got Harry Potter as your brother!"

Of course, I had to have Harry explain to me why he was so important. You, reader, of course know why, so I'm not going to explain it to you. There isn't any point in that. I met Hermione and Ron. Of course, while Hermione had heard of Harry, she hadn't heard of me. For all she knew, I had never existed. Ron and Hermione didn't really seem to care about me; they just wanted to talk about famous Harry Potter.

We got to Hogwarts and went on the boats and blah blah. Everyone was fawning over the famous Harry Potter, where I got pushed and shoved until I ended up next to a boy with white blond hair. "Harry Potter," he scoffed. "Famous just because he lived."

"Tell me about it," I agreed. Everyone was always concerned about him and his famous little neck, and I had been neglected enough my life. I would think that when I got the chance to go to school, I would actually be noticed.

The blond boy seemed pleased that I had agreed with him. "I'm Draco Malfoy. What's your name?" he asked, holding out his hand.

"Victoria, but everyone calls me Viki," I said, shaking his hand.

"I don't like the name 'Viki.' You should have something better. How do you like the name Tori? It seems to suit you better," he said.

I shrugged. "I guess I like it. It's better than Viki, that's for sure," I said. I looked over at Harry. "I can't believe that he always gets attention. I mean, come on, ten years is enough. Why can't it be my turn?" I said.

"You know Harry Potter?" Draco Malfoy asked, intrigued.

"Not really, but he's my brother, so…" I shrugged.

"Oh, I thought you were different," Draco said. He then proceeded to ignore me for half an hour.

"I'm nothing like my brother," I protested. "Didn't I just say that I've always been the one who got left in the attic? I didn't even go to school!"

"Really? Well that must have been eleven years of hell," Draco said.

"It was. I actually barely even know Harry, to be honest. All I knew is that he got fed every day and that he went to school," I said.

Draco was silent for a while. "So,even as a young child, he still got this much attention. Weren't you both raised by muggles?" he asked me.

"More like ignored by muggles, at least on my part. They treated Harry like dirt, but at least they acknowledged that he was there," I said. I rolled my eyes at the sight of everyone crowding around my brother. "And now this," I muttered. "Did you know that I had to eat rats just to stay alive?" I said to Draco Malfoy.

He looked quite disgusted but pity was behind the initial shock. "That's awful. I can't say that I can sympathize with you in any way-my family's very wealthy and I've always been treated like the prince I am," he said, joking a little at the end.

"Lucky you," I murmured.

"You know what, Tori? I like you. If we're in the same house, let's be friends. Of course, if you're gryffindor, we'll have to keep it on the low. But, let's always be on each other's side," he said.

"Deal," I said and shook his hand. This was the beginning of a long, complicated relationship with Draco Malfoy. I was a Gryffindor, and he was a Slytherin, which made things complicated. But, we never, ever said anything bad about each other after that. Harry, as you know, became rivals with Draco (partly my fault, I suppose).

Harry tried to make sure I had nothing to do with Draco, which I fought at first. Eventually, though, I decided that I would make it look like I wasn't his friend, but make sure that I never said anything bad about him. Whenever I had the ability to sneak away from Harry, Ron, and Hermione, I would go and talk to Draco if he was alone.

Draco was a faithful friend to me, never going along with the jokes that were made about me, and always apologizing to me if his friends ever said anything bad about me. He and I made a pact that first day we knew each other, and we stuck with it our entire lives. I'm not talking about just during my seven years at Hogwarts. I mean that even through the war and everything, even after we graduated Hogwarts, we made sure to be friends.

People told me from the day that I arrived at Hogwarts that I looked just like my mom, but had my father's eyes. I have the dark red hair, the same facial features, I suppose. I really didn't know, considering I hadn't met my mother. My eyes are a hazel color, just like my father, apparently.

I apologize, but I'm going to skip ahead two years. Nothing really important (besides what I've told you) happened to me. You already know what happened to Harry-more glory to my brother, more neglect to me-the usual.

Advanced potions was my favorite class of the day, and one that nobody knew I was taking. I had dropped out of the regular class and started taking Advanced. Everyone thought that I was taking remedial potions instead. The only reason they thought that is because of something that happened in my first year.

The first day of potions was basically Professor Snape explaining what would be happening in that year and beyond. He also explained the things he would be expecting of us, and the consequences for anything below. Nothing really happened. But then the second day came, and all hell broke loose.

The instructions for making the daily brew was on the board in the front of the classroom. I could see the words perfectly fine, but they looked like squiggles to me. I kept asking Hermione if she could read the instructions to me, and made the excuse that I couldn't see the words-that I was as blind as a bat. She told that it was in my book, and that I could read from that.

So, I took out my book and looked at the words. I squinted really hard, trying to make out at least one word, but I couldn't. Eventually, Professor Snape noticed that I wasn't making anything. "Potter," he said. "You are supposed to be following instructions. What, do you think that since your brother is the great Harry Potter that you don't have to do anything?"

"No!" I exclaimed. "That isn't it at all!"

"Then what is it?" Snape asked, clearly angry. I looked down at the table. "You're just lazy?" he asked. I shook my head. "Then what is it, Miss Potter?" he asked.

I didn't want to say it-I couldn't without making a complete idiot of myself. "I can't read," I mumbled.

"Speak up," Snape commanded.

"I can't read!" I nearly shouted. Everyone burst out laughing. I felt like the world's biggest idiot in the world. I looked over at Harry, but he was laughing along with them. I looked over at Hermione, who was also laughing. I looked over at Draco, who gave me a look that said 'it's gonna be ok, Tori.'

"Silence!" Professor Snape shouted to everyone. "Granger, you will read Miss Potter the instructions for today," he said to Hermione. Hermione did, for the whole class, but was obviously very irritated by it. People kept staring at me during class, giving me glances that made me feel uncomfortable.

After class, I couldn't wait to leave. But, I didn't get out of my seat until almost everyone had left. Then, I got up and walked past Draco. "Are you ok, Tori?" he asked me.

"It was so humiliating. What kind of idiot doesn't know how to read at age eleven?" I asked him, half whispering.

"Victoria, I need you to stay after class," Snape said.

Draco gestured towards the door. "Do you want me to wait for you?" he asked. I nodded and gave him a silent thank you before he left.

Snape gestured for me to sit down, and I did. "So, you can't read," he said, pacing the front area. "That is going to cause you many problems if we don't fix it soon," he mused.

"I've never gone to school before. I was forgotten about my whole life," I explained, trying to explain that I wasn't stupid.

"Here's what I propose. You'll drop out of regular potions, and I'll help you read we'll work at a pace that suits your needs," Snape said.

"I don't want to be treated like some sort of idiot," I protested.

"I know, but you lack a basic skill that everyone at your age possesses. If you ever want to go back to regular potions, I'll be more than happy to let you. But you need to be able to read first," Snape said.

I nodded. "Ok. I understand. Thank you, Professor, for helping me," I said and got up to leave.

Draco was waiting for me outside the door, just like he promised he would. "What did Snape want to talk to you about?" he asked me.

"I'm dropping out of regular potions class," I explained. "Just because I can't read," I murmured, and rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"Well, did he say that you were going to be working at a slower pace, or at your pace?" Draco asked. I told him that it was the second. "Well, then you may just work at a faster pace than anyone else once you can read. Everything'll be ok, Tori. I promise," he said. He gave me a big, bear hug, which made me feel so much better.