Hi! This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction, completely AU. Enjoy and review! Cxx

I am Beatrice Potter. Yes, that one. Sister of the 'Boy Who Lived'. The one who fades into the background. The one who nobody had heard of until I appeared with Harry at Hogwarts, 3 years ago. I am his twin sister, older by 14 minutes. So why, may you ask, was I not slaughtered with my parents the night Voldemort came to kill my brother? Well, I simply was not there. I had been round at Bathilda Bagshot's. She had always adored me, and therefore I was not in the house when Voldemort came knocking. I was retrieved later by Hagrid when he came to assess the damage.

But anyway. I was sitting in my and Harry's room at number four, Privet Drive, reading the Daily Prophet. I had bought a subscription and was borrowing Harry's owl, Hedwig, to have them delivered. I had a sleek black cat called Midnight, who was curled up on my lap. Harry was downstairs, being shouted at by Uncle Vernon about something or other. I was just about to go down and help him, when I heard a knocking at the window. A very tiny owl was hopping up and down on the sill. I let it in, and it dropped a letter on the floor and started zooming around the room. Midnight sprang up. I retrieved the letter. It was from my and Harry's friend, Ron Weasley, addressed to Harry.

I rushed downstairs, narrowly avoiding slamming into the huge wall of flesh that was my cousin Dudley. Before he could start wailing, I raced into the living room and shoved the letter at Harry. "Bea? What's this?"

"From Ron. Just came." Uncle Vernon tutted but gestured for me and Harry to go upstairs. We went into our bedroom, where Harry ripped open the letter. His eyes lit up as he read it. "What is it, Harry? What does it say?"

"The Weasleys have invited us to go to the Quidditch World Cup final with them!" My heart leaped. Harry and I were both on the team, Harry seeker and me chaser. Then it sank.

"The Dursleys'll never let us, Harry."

"Yeah, they will, you know how scared they are of wizards. All we've got to do is mention Sirius. Then they'll let us go, I bet."

"Genius!" Sirius was our godfather. "Let's go ask them now."

We proceeded downstairs. "What is it." Snapped Uncle Vernon as we walked in.

"Uncle Vernon, some of our, um, wiz…" I cut Harry off. The Dursleys didn't like that word being used inside the house.

"Some of our friends have invited us to go to the Quidditch, that's a sport, world cup with them. Can we go, please?" Uncle Vernon's face slowly turned purple. He started bellowing about not talking about that 'unnaturalness' under his roof, when Harry said, "OK, we can't go then. Come on, Bea, we need to finish that letter to Sirius." It worked.

"You're writing to him?" asked Uncle Vernon nervously.

"Yeah. If we don't write for a while, he gets worried about us. If we don't write, he'll think something's wrong." Uncle Vernon immediately looked panicked.

"Fine, fine, you can do to this world cup. Tell these friends of yours to pick you up. Now go to your room, both of you." We rushed out of the room and upstairs, where I jumped on my bed and shouted "YES!"

"Shhh!" said Harry. "I'll write to Ron now." He scribbled a note and attached it to the tiny owl, which zoomed off into the night. "The Weasleys are coming five o'clock tomorrow. Ireland versus Bulgaria."

"Bulgaria! Don't they have that amazing seeker, Viktor Krum?"

"Yes! Hold on, I just need to send this letter." He picked up a folded piece of parchment and attached it to Hedwig.

"Who's that to?"

"Sirius."

"Why didn't you tell me you were writing to him?"

"Er- um…" Harry looked uncomfortable. He was lying, I can always tell.

"Harry. What's wrong."

"Bea, well, my, my scar hurt this morning."

"Your scar?" Harry had a lightning shaped scar on his forehead where Voldemort had zapped him.

"Yeah. I thought Sirius might know why."

"Mmm. He probably will." I didn't know what to think.

"Anyway." Said Harry. "Tomorrow we go to the Weasleys!"

It will liven up a bit, I promise. Review and next chapter will be up soon!