Author's Note

Hey guys this is my first Fanfiction, and I do appreciate comments, and reviews. I would love to know what you guys think of it!

*Disclaimer I do not own any of the Characters except for Chloe

Chapter 1

The Truth

Yawning I woke up from the weirdest dream I have ever had. I dreamed of everyone being nice to me at school. It must have been a dream. No one is nice to me or my brother. I thought to myself. Downstairs I could hear my Aunt and Uncle yelling for me and my twin brother to come down.

I looked at Harry, who slept peacefully in the bed next to mine. Sighing I got out of my warm bed to wake Harry up. The cold air hit my body, and I shivered like I just walked into ice cold water. Tip-toeing across the floor I silently crept to Harry's bed. I touched his shoulder and moved it back and forth. "Harry, wake-up!" I said. He moaned in his sleep. Sighing once again, I poked his stomach.

"Oi! What do you think you're doing!?" Harry said loudly.

"I am trying to wake you up!" I replied, "Aunt Petunia wants us, and we should hurry." I tried to explain to him.

"Alright then, go get dressed. You know how she gets if we aren't at our cleanest state in front of her." Harry sighed.

I walked to the bathroom that was across the hall. Quickly I took a shower, and dried my hair. Looking in the mirror, I brushed my hair up into a ponytail. My long raven black hair was shiny, and soft from the shower I had just taken. The black hair went quite well with my sea green eyes. My brother and I had the same black hair and green eyes. Except for the fact my hair was always well kept, and his was messy.

Down in the kitchen my Aunt scolded my brother and me for taking a long time to come down. "You should know by now that lateness shows poor character. Not that you two have any. Chloe go get the mail, and Harry go make your Uncle some coffee."

I turned quickly and left the kitchen to the front door. There was already a pile of letter waiting for someone to pick them up, and open them. Picking them up, I slowly looked through them. I made it a habit of looking to see who was writing, or sending bills to my Aunt and Uncle. When I reached the second to last letter, my heart skipped a beat. On the letter it said, "To Miss Chloe Potter" stunned I looked at the other, and without a doubt it had my brother's name.

As I walked into the kitchen I gave my brother a look to tell him we got letters. I gave the rest of the letters to my Uncle and kept my brothers and mine with me. Of course to ruin it all my stupid, and pathetic cousin yelled, "Chloe kept some Dad!"

Getting hit on the wrist my Uncle took the letters, and examined them. "Leave the room." He said sternly. Aunt Petunia looked at him quizzically. "I SAID LEAVE THE ROOM!" He bellowed loudly to my brother, cousin, and me.

Not wanting to get yelled at anymore we left hurriedly. I went straight up to my room, with my brother following me.

"What was that all about?" Harry asked me as soon as the door was closed.

"I'm not sure. The letters I kept were for us." I answered slowly.

"Well then why did he keep them?" He persisted.

"I don't know. It's not like I broke the law!" I said. I sat on my bed wondering what my Uncle was doing.

The next day everything went as usual. This time it was Harry's turn to get the mail, while I got our uncle his coffee. I wanted to ask why he got so mad at us yesterday, but I knew he would get mad. The day went on without anything unusual.

That night Harry looked excited. He kept glancing at me, and the clock. Wondering what he wanted to tell me, I announced that we were going to bed early. My uncle and aunt didn't question it, and we slipped quickly out of the dining room.

"What is it?" I asked Harry as soon as we entered our bedroom.

"You know the letters we got yesterday? Well we got more today." He said excitedly while grinning.

"We did?" I asked excitedly.

"When I grabbed the mail, I look through it, and saw we each had a letter. Then I remembered what happened yesterday, so I kept the letters in my pocket." He said.

"Well hand me my letter then." I said holding my hand out. Harry passed me my letter, and I carefully opened it. Inside there were two pieces of paper. One read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Chloe Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

As soon as I finished reading the letter, someone knocked at the door. I turned to Harry, seeing that he also finished reading the letter. The second piece of paper was a list of things we were to take to this Hogwarts.

"I think there has been a mistake." I heard my uncle say to whoever was at the door.

"Nope I'm pretty sure this is the right house." said a deep voice.

"I wonder who it is." Harry said getting up from his bed.

"Maybe they can explain the letter." I suggested while shrugging my shoulders. We walked to the bedroom door, and slowly opened it. Downstairs there was a huge man. I mean HUGE he was like a giant. He looked up and saw us looking at him.

"Well if it isn't Mr. and Miss Potter. I haven't seen you two since you were a baby." He said smiling at us. "Why don't you come on down here, and we can have a nice chat."

We walked down the stairs, and I couldn't help but stare at him. Harry nudged me, and we kept walking to the living room. Uncle Vernon was left standing at the door, spluttering a refusal that was meant for the big man.

"Excuse me, but who are you?" asked Harry as we sat down next to each other.

"I'm Hagrid, Gamekeeper of grounds and keys at Hogwarts. Of course you guys know all about Hogwarts." He answered.

"I'm afraid not." I told him.

"Well you must of wondered where you parents learned it all."

"Learned what?" Harry asked.

"Magic of course. Didn't your Uncle or Aunt ever tell you?"

"Our Uncle and Aunt don't really like to tell us anything."

"Well I suppose you ought to know. You, Harry, are a wizard. You, Chloe are a witch." Hagrid said as if he was stating the obvious.

"Um, is that a good thing?" I asked uncertainly.

"Why of course it is! You can do magic, and a bunch of other amazing things that muggles can't do." Hagrid replied.

Harry and I looked at each other and grinned. We know there was something different from us, then our Uncle, Aunt and cousin. There were weird things happening to us, like being able to jump over a story high, when some bullies at school were chasing us.

"Well I for one am glad that we got the truth. Our Aunt and Uncle never did tell us the truth. We have always had to figure things out for ourselves." Harry stated. And with that our lives changed forever.