Disclaimer: No, I do not own Harry Potter, obviously. But I do own, namely, Tori and all the Cambridges. Or any other character you don't recognize from the series.

Note from the Author and Background on the story: Ok, I was just cleaning out old files from my computer when I found this story from a couple years back. It was never quite finished (this is actually the second version of the story- the first got deleted by accident), but it was written at the height of my Harry Potter craze when I was about twelve. Its completely AU, about Harry Potter's supposed twin sister, Victoria "Tori" Potter, who doesn't know that she is related to him (yes, very much overdone, but hey, I was young when I wrote this). I sorta wrote the whole first part resembling Ryan Atwood from The O.C. (again, I was pretty young). Anyways, its not great writing, and I've definitely improved since I wrote this (I'm not saying I'm a great writer or whatever, but I'm not as terrible as this probably makes me out to be), so if you do review (which I would love if you do!) please have that in mind and be nice. OK, anyways, hope you enjoy the story!

Victoria Potter

Chapter 1: Thomas Cambridge

Why a person would ever want to read about my life, I don't know. It sucked, that's all I can say. I was- well, am - a "juvenile delinquent". I barely made it alive past the age of ten. Which is why it was lucky for me that the Cambridge's found me.

I had stolen a really expensive- I don't even know what it was anymore. All I know is that it was really expensive. I only stole it because I had run away from the foster home, and was planning to live on my own. It didn't work out too well since, at ten, I wasn't the most intellectual human being.

Anyway, next thing I knew, I was in a jail cell in Azkaban Prison, where I thought I was going insane. I don't even know why they let a kid in there; they must've thought I was just some criminal in magical disguise. After a day or two, I was really losing my mind, literally. That place does funky stuff to you, and not in a good way.

Luckily, before I'd totally lost it, they took me out to meet a man with black hair and brown eyes. He shook my hand and introduced himself as Thomas Cambridge. I just gave him a "Does it look like I care?" look, and he left it at that.

He explained to me that since I was under seventeen, they couldn't arrest me or anything, but would have to put me back in the foster home. At the thought of this, I knew for a fact I would do anything to not go to that place, ANYTHING.

"I can't go back there, Mr. Cambridge," I said in my most polite voice.

"And why not? Do they not treat you right there? Is there something that's happening there that I should know about?"

"Mr. Cambridge, sir, you must understand that I've lived there for the past nine years. I can't go back, I-"

"Miss-". He looked at his file paper. "It doesn't state your last name here. Do you, um, know your last name? Or, can you at least tell me your first?"

"Tori, my name's Tori. I don't know my last name; I got to the place when I was a baby. My parents abandoned me, I think."

Just the thought had made me sick to my stomach. What kind of parent's just leave their kid at a foster home?

"I'm sorry, Tori."

We sat in silence for a minute.

"I tell you what. If you can promise to stay out of trouble, I'll make sure you don't ever go to the foster home again."

"Really?" My eyes lit up, I would be able to get away from that stupid place, and that idiot, Miss. Marren.

"Yes. You can come live with me. I have a daughter your age named Tiffany, and two sons a couple of years older then you."

"I, I can live with you? I barely know you." Ok, it sounds rude from a outsider's standpoint, but I didn't really even know this man, and all he knew about me was my criminal record. And he was willing to adopt me?

"Yeah. My wife, I know, would love to have another girl around the house. She's always wanted another daughter." He gave me a warm smile.

"So what do you say?"

I grinned.

"I'm in."