My brother sat down in front of me, his young face lined with grief.
"Majella...it's time." he whispered.
I nodded wordlessly and stood up, wincing at the pain of sitting in one position too long.
"You're right, Harry. It's time to fulfill your destiny. And time for me to show what I can do."
My story starts in many different places, the many time lines of my life intersecting in many strange ways. But one story begins very clearly. And in this story, a young couple is murdered. The story of James and Lily Potter is one known to nearly everyone in our world. But there's another world who doesn't even know who they are. To the people in our world, they're heroes. The tragic heroes who died to save their children. To the Muggle world, they're just a family that put their trust in the wrong person. To my twin brother, Harry, and I, they're just...mum and dad...
It's not easy being the overlooked sister of the hero of the wizarding world, I get a lot of unwanted attention for things I would rather keep hidden. I'm not JEALOUS of Harry necessarily. I mean, he didn't ASK to be The Chosen One. He certainly didn't ask Voldemort to kill our parents (imagine a 1 year old asking the most feared Dark Wizard of our time to kill his mum and dad!), and he definitely didn't ask for a reason to make me resent him. But I do anyways. I can't help it. He's over protective, he's arrogant, and he lets his fame go to his head. And because he's so "special", I don't get recognition for the cool things I can do. Nobody wants to hear about Harry Potter's less famous twin sister, even if she IS a highly skilled nonverbal witch. Nobody wants to hear about the Potter twin that can sometimes see visions, and is full of more anger than Voldemort himself. Nobody wants to know the story of Majella Catherine Potter, who is thisclose to being able to do wandless magic.
I'm not asking for much, I just want people to know who I am. I so often get shoved into the shadows, where nobody ever sees me. My help is so often asked for, and then the glory goes to Harry. I bet you didn't even know that Harry had a sister, did you? Of course you didn't. But I'm there, all the same. Harry's silent partner in crime.
I love my brother, don't get me wrong, but sometimes I wonder if, given the chance, I wouldn't let the asshole rot. He's family, blood, and that counts for something, but these days it's hard not to wonder how much it really counts. It's hard to be a double agent, working for the enemy, having betrayed my family, my friends, the love of my life, just to keep Harry safe...
Sorry...I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning. Well no, not the beginning, you already know the beginning. But we'll start where MY story gets interesting.