Hi everybody! this is my first fanfic so can ya please reveiw.

Disclaimer: i do not own Harry Potter or the Characters but i do own Hayley.


the girl who lived

Here I am. Going to Hogwarts. Finally I get to go there. The bad thing is that I have to use a different last name so my brother doesn't know who I really am.

Hi. My name is Haley Potter but I am using Clearwater as my last name for now. My brother is Harry potter and my parents are Lily and James Potter. Yes, my brother is the boy who lived and I am the girl who lived though no one knows I am even alive. My brother and I don't look alike. We both have black hair, mine coming down to my waste, Harry looks like our mum a lot with exception of his green eyes and I look a lot like my dad with my mother's brown eyes. My parents were killed by Voldemort, also known as the dark lord, but when he tried to kill me and my brother something happened. He couldn't kill us. We were left with scares; Harry got one on his forehead shaped like a lighting bolt and I got one on the inside of my wrist shaped like a snake. I have always known about Harry and the wizardry world since I was four. Dumbledore came to visit my parents (Well the ones who adopted me) to tell them what's going on and why I have powers. They all then told me about magic and Harry and everything else I need to know. They told me that know one knows me just to keep me safe until the right time to reveal myself. Oh joy!

So I am now looking for platform 93/4 to get to Hogwarts. That can't be right can it? Well its probably near platform nine so I walked over there with my luggage and my owl. When I got to the platform I looked for the right one. A sudden thought came to me. If I am going to a magical school then wouldn't it be hidden from the muggles?

I started to search for the right wall. I found the third one and crossed my fingers that it was the right one. I ran straight at the wall and the next thing I knew I was on the other side on a different platform. I looked around in amazement and spotted a sign that read 93/4. This must be the one. W-O-W. I am so lucky I got to the right platform.

I saw the train and to sat I was surprised would be an understatement. I was completely in shock. The train was huge and could at least hold seven hundred students. This is one big school.

I quickly ran over to the carriage that holds the luggage handed the man my belongings then I walked over to the carriages that held the people. As I was getting on I quickly took a look around one last time before I boarded the train.

I went pass a few seats that were full of people. I kept going till I got to the end were there was an empty booth. I rushed inside and shut the door behind me. I put my backpack down and pulled my folder with all my drawings out. I got my pencils out too and set them down next to me. I pulled a blank sheet of paper out and waited for an image to come to mind. Different images came to me but the one that stuck the most was a picture of a beautiful castle with a lake around it. That was the picture.

I started strait away; I didn't want to lose it. I started to draw the out line of the castle, then the lake and then the forest. Next I started on the details of the picture like the windows, the bricks and the students running around. This is going to be one good picture.

About twenty minutes later, I finished the picture and it was exactly like I pictured it.

A "Excuse me" from someone knocked me from my thoughts. I looked up to see two beautiful girls standing in the door way.

"Do you mind if we sit in here? All the other booths are full" one of the girls asked. She had bright orange hair that stopped just below her shoulders. She had nice blue eyes and had freckles on her face. She was looked like she was eleven, like me. She seemed very nice. The other girl had brown, bushy hair and hazel colored eyes. She was in the second year at Hogwarts, I could tell. She looked like she was a know-it-all but nice at the same time. I like these two girls.

"Sure I don't mind" I replied going back to my drawing. I began working on the colours of the picture. Some blues, reds, oranges and pinks. Sunset colors, the perfect colors. I started to colour the sky a pink and orange colour, the sunset. I could feel someone's eyes on me. I looked up to see both of the girls looking at me then the picture then me again. I started to feel very self-conscious. I was blushing a light pink.

"Do you like the drawing?" I asked though I had a hunch they did. "I draw all the time, it is pretty much a hobby of mine" Both girls looked at me like I was crazy. What did I say?

The orange haired girl broke the silence "What do you mean we like it? We love it! It is the most beautiful picture we have ever seen! You must be the worlds best drawer there ever was!" I blushed a bright red. Did they really think that? I mean I knew I was a good drawer, but not that good

"Thank-you" I said. Then I sudden thought occurred to me, I didn't know their names and they didn't know mine "Oh sorry, my names Haley. Haley Clearwater" Wow. That sounded like the truth. I never have been very good at lying.

"I am Ginny Weasely and this is Hermione Granger" the orange haired girl said gesturing to the other girl beside her. Ah, a Weasely. They are very popular and I know their dad. Mr. Weasely is one of the people who know that I am Harry's sister apart from Professor Dumbledore and the other professors. He is a really nice man.

"Nice to meet you Haley and if you don't mind me asking" Hermione started "What year are you in this year at Hogwarts and how did you learn to draw like that?"

"Oh that's easy and it is nice to meet you too, this is my first year at Hogwarts and I learned to draw like this by John and Sarah" I explained "You see, they are art teachers at the high school they work at so I was taught this kind of art since I was four"

Hermione and Ginny looked completely shocked by this news. I mean who wouldn't be? A four year old girl was taught advanced art by her parents. That's just ridiculous! I just hope they don't ask why I call them by their names.

"I know it sounds ridiculous but what do you expect from two arty parents with a child?"

And just like that my hopes collapsed by Ginny asking why I call them by their names. Well this is an exciting topic! NOT!

"Ah….Well, you see" I sighed. How am I going to tell them without them knowing the truth? Well I guess I could tell them "my real parents were killed so I was adopted by John and Sarah since they can't have kids" well it wasn't a lie........ really.

Both Ginny and Hermione gave me looks of pity. I gave a small, sad smile back. I was still a little mucked up about that. It was the worst news I ever got.

Hermione let out a deep breath. She looked up at me and gave an apologetic smile.

"I am so sorry to hear that but if you don't mind me asking" please don't be the question I think you are going to ask! Please don't be the question I think you are going to ask! "How did your parent get killed?" Oh crap! I have to tell them. Will they be suspicious? I can't let them find out who I am or I will be toast!

"Ah well…Ah" I stuttered. What am I going to tell them? Both girls looked at me suspiciously. They knew something was up. I took a deep breath. Might as well tell them the truth, they won't be able to figure it out. Hopefully.

"Okay when I was two months old my parents got killed by a very dark, very powerful wizard. One of my families close friends worked with him and soled us to him. He came over one night and killed my parents. I was at my mother's friend's house that night so I was safe because he didn't even know I existed. Anyway, my parents put on a brave fight to protect my brother. They both got killed in the process but when he went to kill my brother something happened, he couldn't" I took a deep breath. This is really emotional for me. I don't think I can keep this from them for long; I gave to much information already. Might as well tell them the truth "Know, do you know any wizard that is feared by all?" Ginny and Hermione had looks of confusion before they turned into understandment then pure shock. I nodded and continued "Yea well Voldermort killed both my parents but couldn't kill my brother and me. Now who is the boy who lived?" the girl took in a deep. The secret is out.