Harry's Twin by Gemzgurl
Summary: One day Harry Potter gets a letter from an Italian girl claiming to be his long lost twin sister. Dark wizards have attacked her house in Italy in hopes of kidnapping her and taking her to Lord Voldermort so he can steal her powers. It's now up to Harry to protect her from all kinds of dark wizards who want her.... dead. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry lay on his bed with his window open in the hopes of catching a breeze that he somehow knew wasn't going to come in. The temperature had soared past 75 degrees Fahrenheit around ten o'clock that morning. Suddenly, a large tawny owl flew into the window and landed on his bed beside him. Harry took the rolled up piece of parchment from the bird, which then flew out the window.
Harry opened the letter and read:
Dear Harry:
I know this is going to sound insane, and I also know that you probably won't believe me at first. But it's really important that you do understand and believe. My name is Lei Potter. I'm your twin sister, but we were separated after you-know-what happened. I was adopted and taken to Italy by a very kind couple. They wanted to take you, too, but they couldn't because they were only allowed a certain number of kids, and when they got me, they reached their limit. That's how you got landed with Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia.
Back to my point, dark wizards have attacked my house here in Italy and killed my adoptive family in the hopes of kidnapping me, but I was lucky and got away. Right now I really need your help, Harry.
It's unfair of me to bring this all on you so suddenly, and I know that you shouldn't have to do this or anything, but it isn't like I have a choice in the matter. In fact, if I had my way, you wouldn't even know about me. Why, you ask? Well, in case you haven't noticed, almost every book written about Voldermort (oh sorry, do you say His name? If you don't, I'm sorry if you cringed; it's a bad habit I have of saying His name, although personally, I don't really fear Him or His name) only includes the name Harry James Potter, while Lei Annelle Potter is never mentioned. Only in Italy have I ever seen my name in books. To be blunt, I am the forgotten child.
Knowing this much about me, you might be able to tell that I am not too happy to go and live with you and become known as Harry Potter's Little Sister (yes, I'm younger, but only by two hours!) but it doesn't seem like I have much of a choice, now do I? I guess you don't have to come and help me, but then you will have this huge guilty feeling that you let your own flesh and blood get killed or worse haunting you for the rest of your life. So, it's your choice. You can either help me or abandon me, just like the rest of the magical world has (you know, all that minor forgetting that I just happen to walk the planet, too).
Oh yes, I might as well throw in this letter that I have a whole lot of power, which is why all of these dark and evil wizards are after me. They all want my powers, especially Him.
I can't explain my powers to you now, because if I write anymore, I'm afraid I will have no time to find a place to stay until you figure out what you're going to do.
Your Sis,
Lei
Harry read and reread the letter from Lei, trying to figure out what he was going to do. Why did he have to help her if she had all of these "powers"? Couldn't she just save herself? Maybe she didn't have any powers at all. Maybe she was just some poor Muggle who needed attention. But then how would she know about Voldermort, and why was she saying his name? More like she had written it, but still. Most wizards couldn't even write His name down. What if she wasn't really his sister, anyway?
On the other hand, what if she was his sister, and she was in trouble with dark wizards after her powers? What could Harry do to help her? Why didn't she just save herself, if she had all of these powers? Why wait until now to tell him about herself?
But she was right about one thing. Well, two things, actually. The world had basically forgotten that she existed, which Harry felt bad about, and if he didn't help her, Harry would have this huge feeling of guilt following him around for the rest of his life. Lei would haunt his mind and would soon she would be all that he could think about, and he could sink into a deep depression. Okay, maybe he was slightly exaggerating.
Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley were all out of the house, "running errands," according to Aunt Petunia, but Harry had this feeling that they had all gone to the circus, which was coincidently in town for today only.
He reached underneath his bed and pulled out a piece of parchment, an inkbottle and a quill and began to write back to this girl who claimed to be his sister.
Lei,
I can help you. I don't know how I will, but I will. You might as well come here, but I don't think Aunt and Uncle (or Dudley, their overly fat "son." I have a suspicion that he is part whale) will let you stay here with us, but I'm sure I could find you a place with someone to stay. Don't worry about that. I promise that I can help in some way.
Your Brother, I guess,
Harry
Author's Note: Well, what do you think? I think this is going to be a very interesting story. I've got loads of ideas for it to continue, but I want to make sure you guys like it before I continue. So, please review!
Summary: One day Harry Potter gets a letter from an Italian girl claiming to be his long lost twin sister. Dark wizards have attacked her house in Italy in hopes of kidnapping her and taking her to Lord Voldermort so he can steal her powers. It's now up to Harry to protect her from all kinds of dark wizards who want her.... dead. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry lay on his bed with his window open in the hopes of catching a breeze that he somehow knew wasn't going to come in. The temperature had soared past 75 degrees Fahrenheit around ten o'clock that morning. Suddenly, a large tawny owl flew into the window and landed on his bed beside him. Harry took the rolled up piece of parchment from the bird, which then flew out the window.
Harry opened the letter and read:
Dear Harry:
I know this is going to sound insane, and I also know that you probably won't believe me at first. But it's really important that you do understand and believe. My name is Lei Potter. I'm your twin sister, but we were separated after you-know-what happened. I was adopted and taken to Italy by a very kind couple. They wanted to take you, too, but they couldn't because they were only allowed a certain number of kids, and when they got me, they reached their limit. That's how you got landed with Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia.
Back to my point, dark wizards have attacked my house here in Italy and killed my adoptive family in the hopes of kidnapping me, but I was lucky and got away. Right now I really need your help, Harry.
It's unfair of me to bring this all on you so suddenly, and I know that you shouldn't have to do this or anything, but it isn't like I have a choice in the matter. In fact, if I had my way, you wouldn't even know about me. Why, you ask? Well, in case you haven't noticed, almost every book written about Voldermort (oh sorry, do you say His name? If you don't, I'm sorry if you cringed; it's a bad habit I have of saying His name, although personally, I don't really fear Him or His name) only includes the name Harry James Potter, while Lei Annelle Potter is never mentioned. Only in Italy have I ever seen my name in books. To be blunt, I am the forgotten child.
Knowing this much about me, you might be able to tell that I am not too happy to go and live with you and become known as Harry Potter's Little Sister (yes, I'm younger, but only by two hours!) but it doesn't seem like I have much of a choice, now do I? I guess you don't have to come and help me, but then you will have this huge guilty feeling that you let your own flesh and blood get killed or worse haunting you for the rest of your life. So, it's your choice. You can either help me or abandon me, just like the rest of the magical world has (you know, all that minor forgetting that I just happen to walk the planet, too).
Oh yes, I might as well throw in this letter that I have a whole lot of power, which is why all of these dark and evil wizards are after me. They all want my powers, especially Him.
I can't explain my powers to you now, because if I write anymore, I'm afraid I will have no time to find a place to stay until you figure out what you're going to do.
Your Sis,
Lei
Harry read and reread the letter from Lei, trying to figure out what he was going to do. Why did he have to help her if she had all of these "powers"? Couldn't she just save herself? Maybe she didn't have any powers at all. Maybe she was just some poor Muggle who needed attention. But then how would she know about Voldermort, and why was she saying his name? More like she had written it, but still. Most wizards couldn't even write His name down. What if she wasn't really his sister, anyway?
On the other hand, what if she was his sister, and she was in trouble with dark wizards after her powers? What could Harry do to help her? Why didn't she just save herself, if she had all of these powers? Why wait until now to tell him about herself?
But she was right about one thing. Well, two things, actually. The world had basically forgotten that she existed, which Harry felt bad about, and if he didn't help her, Harry would have this huge feeling of guilt following him around for the rest of his life. Lei would haunt his mind and would soon she would be all that he could think about, and he could sink into a deep depression. Okay, maybe he was slightly exaggerating.
Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley were all out of the house, "running errands," according to Aunt Petunia, but Harry had this feeling that they had all gone to the circus, which was coincidently in town for today only.
He reached underneath his bed and pulled out a piece of parchment, an inkbottle and a quill and began to write back to this girl who claimed to be his sister.
Lei,
I can help you. I don't know how I will, but I will. You might as well come here, but I don't think Aunt and Uncle (or Dudley, their overly fat "son." I have a suspicion that he is part whale) will let you stay here with us, but I'm sure I could find you a place with someone to stay. Don't worry about that. I promise that I can help in some way.
Your Brother, I guess,
Harry
Author's Note: Well, what do you think? I think this is going to be a very interesting story. I've got loads of ideas for it to continue, but I want to make sure you guys like it before I continue. So, please review!