I do not own anything you recognize
I walk down a street so similar to Little Whinging I keep waiting for Aunt Petunia to stick her head over one of the garden walls as I walk through the little suburb. Probably the best part of this job is going around to all the Muggleborns and telling them that they are a witch or wizard.
I walk up the sidewalk of 151 Forest Lane, and ring the door bell, to be answered by a beautiful girl with long blond curly hair, pale skin, and slightly familiar chocolate brown eyes.
"Hello! How may I help you?" She asks with a brilliant smile.
"Good after noon, are you Ms. Alexandra Jean Rider?"
"I am," The formally bright eyes cloud with an unknown distrust.
"I am Professor Potter, may I speak with your parents?" I find myself trying to figure out her look.
She rolls her eyes at me then turns around and goes in a room a little to the left.
"Hey mom another fan is out there posing as Harry Potter," How does she know my name? "he wants to speak to you"
"Oh? And how's his costume?" Costume?
"Pretty good, he has the hair, glasses and scar down, but he's a little old and called himself 'Professor Potter', and knew my actual name" What in Merlin's name are they talking about?
"I guess I have to meet this 'Professor Potter',"
A chair scrapes and foot steps and I hear foot step coming to the door soon both mother and daughter are in the door way. Alexandra is a paler carbon copy of the Woman see standing in front of me; Medium height, with long brown curls and the same Brown eyes. Something about her screams familiar but I can't place where I've seen her before.
She stands there looking me over before breaking into a brilliant grin.
"Hello Harry"
To be continued
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