Chapter 1: Introduction
I guess you could call me special. I mean, that's what they call my brother.
He was the chosen one, the one everybody knows.
He's famous because of his scar. I guess that's why I'm not famous. I don't have a scar.
No one remembers that Harry Potter was a twin. That's right. I am Harry's twin.
My name is Rachel. I know it sounds kind of funny. Rachel Potter isn't really a good name, but that's what I've got.
I wasn't there the night my parents died. I was at my godfather's house. Remus Lupin's house.
Lupin was my one of my father's best friends. He told me many of the things that I know about my father.
Daddy trusted him with everything, including me.
He told him to take care of me.
Somehow, Daddy knew he was going to die that night.
So, he left me with my godfather. Harry's godfather, Sirius Black, wasn't home that night.
That is the only reason why Harry was there. Lupin had to take me with him, and he couldn't handle two babies alone.
I think my brother and I share the same brain. Everything he thinks, I immediately know what he is thinking.
I know what's wrong, when it's wrong, and why it's wrong. I've pretty much got that under control.
There is one thing I have that Harry hasn't got, though.
I get premonitions.
My brother and I never really fought, but we never really got along either. We don't tell each other everything, as you might've thought. We're not really close at all, come to think of it. Basically, we just live in the same house.
We both live with the Dursleys, only I get treated better. They still make me cook and clean, but they respect me. At least I didn't have to live in cupboard for eleven years.
I have always lived in my own room, until a few years ago. My brother moved in with me when we were about twelve. That was the only time we actually talked a little bit.
I guess you could say I'm kind of a loner. I don't have any friends at Hogwarts.
I do my work, and I get pretty good grades. I work to beat Hermione Granger.
I have never succeeded even though I've come pretty close.
Harry was the one who showed me that Hermione was actually very nice.
I can't say I understand why Harry hangs out with Ron, though. Ron is too obnoxious for my taste.
Slowly, I became friends with Ron and Hermione, and even Ron's little sister, Ginny.
Harry and I have gotten closer as the years go by. We now tell each other everything.
There is not one thing I don't know about my brother. I know everything he knows about our past and our future.
Or so I thought.