A/N: Yup. I know what you're thinking. ANOTHER Harry Potter Story? Really? Well, I promise, this one's way different. You won't see another one like it, so just read it and review it. Please. See? I was even being polite, saying please and everything.
Ch. 1
Alex's POV
You know who I am? No? Of course not. No one does. Well, to start with, I'm Harry freaking Potter's twin sister. I know what you're thinking. Harry Potter doesn't have a twin sister! But he does. And I happen to be her.
Harry doesn't know about me. No one does. Not even the Ministry of Magic. How do I know this? Because I do magic all the time, ever since I was about six and a half. I use magic for practically everything.
You may be wondering what I look like, what with me already telling you about my personal life and whatnot. Well, I look exactly like Harry, except for two things: 1. I'm a girl; and 2. My scar is on the side of my neck instead of my forehead. Yep, I have black hair, green eyes, I even used to wear the same kind of glasses that he does, but not anymore. My vision perfected itself. Yes, weird, but true.
No one knows I exist. I've fended for myself ever since my parents were killed. I don't know why no one found me after the murder, but they didn't. They only found Harry. The Boy Who Lived. Ugh.
I'm eleven. I already know how to get food for myself. I already know the dangers of the world. I know a lot. I know more than most kids my age. I feel like I'm much older than eleven. I feel... I feel weathered, worn out. Well, who in my position wouldn't? I live on the roof of some building in Diagon Ally, for Pete's sake!
I see Harry in newspapers all the time. The murder was ten years ago, and he's still getting tons of publicity from it. Not even close to fair.
Earlier, I saw Hagrid walking through here with Harry. They were getting ready to go to Hogwarts, I just knew it. I'm going to go, too. No one sent me a letter or anything (considering I don't legally exist), but I'm going anyway. I stole a very fine broomstick earlier this week just for this occasion.
I got my stuff ready and strapped on my backpack, since that's all I had. I jumped on the broomstick and went to the train station, taking care that I was high in the clouds where regular people wouldn't see me. I saw the cherry red train leave the station and I followed it, but got behind about halfway through. So I simply followed the tracks, as if it were the Yellow Brick Road.
Finally, I was there. I landed neatly on the front steps of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I had just bypassed all of the magical forces that should've kept me out. Huh. Wonder how I did that, 'cause I really have no clue.
I went in the humungous doors. I heard voices and smelled food coming from somewhere and followed it. I came into a big cafeteria-like place. There were four tables: one for each house. I know a lot about Hogwarts. Everyone went silent and all eyes were turned on me, the newcomer and late arrival who disrupted their wonderful dinner.
"Who are you?" Dumbledore said, standing up from the head table.
"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me," I answered, from all the way across the room.
"What are you doing here? Did you receive a letter? I don't remember sending one to someone like you..."
"No, I did not receive a letter."
He gave me a look of incredulity. "How did you get in here?"
I held up my broomstick. "I flew."
"How old are you?"
"Eleven."
"Um. What is your name?"
"Alex."
"Last name?"
"You wouldn't believe me even if I was going to tell you of my own free will."
"Where are your parents?"
I could feel my face grow stony. "Dead."
"Both of them?"
"Yes. They're both dead."
"Who takes care of you?"
"Who takes care of me? I do."
"Where do you live?"
"On the roof of a building in Diagon Ally."
"What is your last name?"
"I'm telling you, you won't believe me."
"Do you have any living relatives?"
I actually laughed. "I sure do."
"Who?"
"You still won't believe me."
"Who are you?" Dumbledore demanded.
"Are you sure you want to know?"
"Yes. Now, tell me!"
"Will it end this stupid, completely pointless interrogation?"
He just glared at me, which was something to be afraid of; Dumbledore is not a man who glares often or over trivial things. When he glares, it'll scare you at the very least half to death.
"My name is Alex Potter. Yes, I just said Potter. I'm Harry Potter's twin sister," I said loudly and matter-of-factly for the whole school to hear.
A/N: So, guys, please review and tell me what you think! Yes, anonomous reviews ARE accepted, just REVIEW! Please. There I go with my manners again...
