Prolog:
My name is Wendy Lillian Potter and I'm Harry Potter's twin sister. As most of you know mine and Harry's parents were murdered by Lord Voldemort. Harry was sent to live with our Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and our cousin Dudley. I on the other had was sent to live in an American orphanage.
Nobody ever knew that Lily and James Potter even had a daughter. I never knew that I was their daughter, or that I had a twin brother. Let alone that I wasn't an only child. I also never knew that I was a witch. It wasn't until I had turned 11 that I found out. I was sitting at the table eating breakfast with my foster parents. That was the day I got my letter from Star Academy for Witches. Then it all came out.
"Hey dad look at this, I got a letter from some academy for witches. It must be a joke or something." I had said, handing the letter over to my father. He took it and read over it a couple of times before looking up at my mom. They exchanged glances and looked over to where I was sitting.
"Honey this isn't a joke. You are a witch." My dad had informed me.
My parents had explained to me that my biological parents had been a witch and wizard. How they had been killed by the greatest dark wizard of the age. They told me that I had been spending the night with my godfather Sirius Black; and my twin brother Harry had stayed at home. They had said that Voldemort had killed my parents, and then tried to kill Harry. But for some reason couldn't. Apparently Harry had escaped with nothing but a scar. Meanwhile, Voldemort's powers were destroyed.
At first it was hard to take in. To find out that I wasn't really the person I thought I was had taken a real toll on me. I refused to speak to my parents for 3 weeks. When I finally excepted it, the first thing I wanted to do was to find Harry. I wanted to find my brother and get to know him. I needed to hear it straight from his mouth that everything my foster parents had told me was true. My foster parents had searched for Harry for 3 years but to no avail. Meanwhile I kept going to Star Academy. Finally at the end of my third year my father found out that Harry attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in England. When I arrived home they informed me of this terrific news. I immediately wrote to the school and asked permission to transfer to the school. In the letter I explained who I was and why I wanted to attend. I had asked the headmaster, a man by the name of Albus Dumbledore, not to reveal my true identity until I was ready.
After 3 weeks of waiting, I finally received the letter permission I had been waiting for. With an excitement I had never known before, I was off. I was on my way to meet the only family member I had left. And that was my twin brother, Harry Potter. This is my story. And so it begins….