Chapter One
The Girl who lived
It was a warm sunny summer day in Surrey, England. If you looked at all of the houses on Privet Drive you would expect No. 4 to be the same as all the other houses.
No. 4 Privet Drive was home to Vernon Dursley, Petunia Dursley, and their son Dudley Dursley. The only flaw in their happy normal family was Harry Potter, Vernon and Petunia Dursley's nephew.
Harry Potter looked normal with his jet black hair and glasses. Although, he looked normal, he was a wizard in training who attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Harry stared out of his bedroom window hoping to see an owl with a letter for him (magic folk use owls to deliver mail).
Harry's owl, Hedwig, flapped her wings inside her cage.
"Sorry Hedwig but I can't let you out. Aunt Petunia will get mad," sighed Harry. Hedwig hooted angrily at Harry.
Harry was very bored; he did not know what to do. He was expecting a letter from Ron Weasley, his best friend. That's what Harry missed most at Hogwarts; his friends. Of course, Harry liked everything about Hogwarts (except Potions class with his least favorite teacher, Professor Snape).
Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were Harry's best friends ever since his first year at Hogwarts. Harry would have never survived his adventures without them.
Harry switched his thoughts back to being bored. He looked at Hedwig.
I'll write a letter, thought Harry. He rushed over to his desk and pulled out a piece of parchment, his eagle feather quill that Hermione had given him, and a bottle of ink.
He dipped his quill into the bottle of ink and thought about who he was going to write to.
"Hmm," Harry thought hard. "Who could I write to?" he asked himself. Harry went through a list of names in his mind. He was so desperate that he even considered writing to his least favorite person, Draco Malfoy, but then thought that it would have been a bad idea.
"Hagrid," Harry shouted, "Why didn't I think of it before?"
Hedwig gave a small jump inside her cage. Harry must have startled her.
Harry was just about to place his quill on the piece of parchment when he saw an owl outside his window.
"Yes!" he exclaimed and dashed over to the window. He caught the letter and fumbled as he tried to open it.
The letter read:
Harry,
I have some great news: you will have a guest on your birthday. Dumbledore and I think it's time for you to meet this person. Hagrid will bring them to the Dursley's house and then you two will go to the Weasley's house for the rest of the summer.
Sincerely,
Sirius
P.S. Don't try guessing who it is, I know your reputation for detective work.
My birthday? That's tomorrow, thought Harry.
He ran down stairs and into the kitchen, there Aunt Petunia was cooking dinner.
"Do not run in the house!" Aunt Petunia looked mad.
"Well, I've got some great news!" Harry told her.
"I know I got a letter from your god father." She gave a little shutter. "You have a guest coming tomorrow."
"Is it alright?" asked Harry.
"Well your Uncle Vernon isn't here and he would definitely not allow it," Aunt Petunia said grumpily. "But you will be leaving the next day so I will allow it."
"Thank you," said Harry. "Now this doesn't mean you can get away with everything and I don't want any magic while your guest is here," she warned. Harry was pretty sure that the only reason Aunt Petunia was letting his guest stay was because she was probably afraid of Sirius and Dumbledore. Harry didn't even bother to wonder and ran upstairs to write to Ron and Hermione.
The next day Harry got dressed in his best clothes. He was so excited and wondered who his guest was. Harry couldn't think of anyone so important. Maybe it was Sirius himself, but he couldn't come out in the wizarding or the muggle world. Besides, it was someone he has never met before. He went down the stairs as the door bell rang. He rushed to the door but Aunt Petunia got there first. Dudley was hiding behind her looking frightened. She opened the door and there stood the great seven foot tall Hagrid. Dudley started to whimper uncontrollably, as his last experience with Hagrid had not been a pleasant one.
"Hagrid!" Exclaimed Harry, "Hello there, Harry." Hagrid gave Harry a warm smile. "Well, I've got ter make this quick, got somthin' ter do fer Dumbledore." Hagrid moved out of view and revealed a young girl Harry thought to be around his age. The girl had flaming red hair and brilliant green eyes just like Harry's. She had her Hogwart's trunk by her side and was holding a white cat. Harry thought she looked very familiar, and then it hit him. She was identical to his mother, Lily Potter. He stood in the door frame, shocked. Hagrid's voice came out of no where and said, "I know what yer thinking Harry, and yep, she is related to ya." Harry's mouth dropped right open.
The girl greeted Harry in a small voice saying, "Hello." She held out her hand for Harry to shake, he shook it still bewildered. "I'm Kathrin and I'm as shocked as you are!" Harry looked closely at the girl, under her flaming red bangs was a lighten bolt scar identical to Harry's. His thought went wild; could this be his sister? Harry looked back at Aunt Petunia; she was as surprised as he was. Harry knew Aunt Petunia was not fond of his mother, who was her sister, and Kathrin looked just like Lily. After Hagrid left, Harry helped Kathrin carry her stuff up to his room. They set up a mat for her to sleep on. "So," Harry said. He couldn't think of anything to say to her. Kathrin looked up at him and smiled. "I bet you've been wondering where I've been." She laughed. "Yeah," Harry sat down on his bed. "Well, I've been at Hogwarts." "You've been at Hogwarts all this time?" Harry stared at her. "Yeah," she said. "I was in America before I came to Hogwarts. I was supposed to attend a wizarding school there, but Dumbledore insisted that I go to Hogwarts since you were there." "How come I didn't see you get sorted?" Harry asked eagerly. "Are you in my same year?" "Of course, we're twins you know, fraternal twins actually. Anyway I arrived late; it took a while to get me enrolled at Hogwarts." "What house are you in? I've never seen you in Gryffindor." "That's cause I'm not." Kathrin smirked at him. She looked down at the ground and said coolly, "I'm in Slytherin." "You," Harry raised his eyebrows, "in Slytherin?" Harry wondered why on earth she was in Slytherin. Then again, Dumbledore said Voldemort passed a little of himself in Harry when he was weakened, so maybe he did the same to Kathrin. But Harry thought of Slytherins as scum, and now since his own sister was one; he didn't know what to think. All he knew was that whatever house Kathrin was in, he wouldn't judge her but cherish her; his only living relative. "Harry," Kathrin got his attention, "are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine." Harry smiled. "It's just...I'm so glad that...you know...you're here." "So am I," Kathrin hugged him.
They went down to dinner and ate a full meal. Soon it was 9:00 pm and it was time for bed. Harry and Kathrin would be leaving for Ron's house in the morning and needed a good nights rest. Saying Good Night, they went up to there room. As Harry fell asleep a smile came upon his face as happy thoughts came into his mind. He finally had a living relative.
The Girl who lived
It was a warm sunny summer day in Surrey, England. If you looked at all of the houses on Privet Drive you would expect No. 4 to be the same as all the other houses.
No. 4 Privet Drive was home to Vernon Dursley, Petunia Dursley, and their son Dudley Dursley. The only flaw in their happy normal family was Harry Potter, Vernon and Petunia Dursley's nephew.
Harry Potter looked normal with his jet black hair and glasses. Although, he looked normal, he was a wizard in training who attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Harry stared out of his bedroom window hoping to see an owl with a letter for him (magic folk use owls to deliver mail).
Harry's owl, Hedwig, flapped her wings inside her cage.
"Sorry Hedwig but I can't let you out. Aunt Petunia will get mad," sighed Harry. Hedwig hooted angrily at Harry.
Harry was very bored; he did not know what to do. He was expecting a letter from Ron Weasley, his best friend. That's what Harry missed most at Hogwarts; his friends. Of course, Harry liked everything about Hogwarts (except Potions class with his least favorite teacher, Professor Snape).
Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were Harry's best friends ever since his first year at Hogwarts. Harry would have never survived his adventures without them.
Harry switched his thoughts back to being bored. He looked at Hedwig.
I'll write a letter, thought Harry. He rushed over to his desk and pulled out a piece of parchment, his eagle feather quill that Hermione had given him, and a bottle of ink.
He dipped his quill into the bottle of ink and thought about who he was going to write to.
"Hmm," Harry thought hard. "Who could I write to?" he asked himself. Harry went through a list of names in his mind. He was so desperate that he even considered writing to his least favorite person, Draco Malfoy, but then thought that it would have been a bad idea.
"Hagrid," Harry shouted, "Why didn't I think of it before?"
Hedwig gave a small jump inside her cage. Harry must have startled her.
Harry was just about to place his quill on the piece of parchment when he saw an owl outside his window.
"Yes!" he exclaimed and dashed over to the window. He caught the letter and fumbled as he tried to open it.
The letter read:
Harry,
I have some great news: you will have a guest on your birthday. Dumbledore and I think it's time for you to meet this person. Hagrid will bring them to the Dursley's house and then you two will go to the Weasley's house for the rest of the summer.
Sincerely,
Sirius
P.S. Don't try guessing who it is, I know your reputation for detective work.
My birthday? That's tomorrow, thought Harry.
He ran down stairs and into the kitchen, there Aunt Petunia was cooking dinner.
"Do not run in the house!" Aunt Petunia looked mad.
"Well, I've got some great news!" Harry told her.
"I know I got a letter from your god father." She gave a little shutter. "You have a guest coming tomorrow."
"Is it alright?" asked Harry.
"Well your Uncle Vernon isn't here and he would definitely not allow it," Aunt Petunia said grumpily. "But you will be leaving the next day so I will allow it."
"Thank you," said Harry. "Now this doesn't mean you can get away with everything and I don't want any magic while your guest is here," she warned. Harry was pretty sure that the only reason Aunt Petunia was letting his guest stay was because she was probably afraid of Sirius and Dumbledore. Harry didn't even bother to wonder and ran upstairs to write to Ron and Hermione.
The next day Harry got dressed in his best clothes. He was so excited and wondered who his guest was. Harry couldn't think of anyone so important. Maybe it was Sirius himself, but he couldn't come out in the wizarding or the muggle world. Besides, it was someone he has never met before. He went down the stairs as the door bell rang. He rushed to the door but Aunt Petunia got there first. Dudley was hiding behind her looking frightened. She opened the door and there stood the great seven foot tall Hagrid. Dudley started to whimper uncontrollably, as his last experience with Hagrid had not been a pleasant one.
"Hagrid!" Exclaimed Harry, "Hello there, Harry." Hagrid gave Harry a warm smile. "Well, I've got ter make this quick, got somthin' ter do fer Dumbledore." Hagrid moved out of view and revealed a young girl Harry thought to be around his age. The girl had flaming red hair and brilliant green eyes just like Harry's. She had her Hogwart's trunk by her side and was holding a white cat. Harry thought she looked very familiar, and then it hit him. She was identical to his mother, Lily Potter. He stood in the door frame, shocked. Hagrid's voice came out of no where and said, "I know what yer thinking Harry, and yep, she is related to ya." Harry's mouth dropped right open.
The girl greeted Harry in a small voice saying, "Hello." She held out her hand for Harry to shake, he shook it still bewildered. "I'm Kathrin and I'm as shocked as you are!" Harry looked closely at the girl, under her flaming red bangs was a lighten bolt scar identical to Harry's. His thought went wild; could this be his sister? Harry looked back at Aunt Petunia; she was as surprised as he was. Harry knew Aunt Petunia was not fond of his mother, who was her sister, and Kathrin looked just like Lily. After Hagrid left, Harry helped Kathrin carry her stuff up to his room. They set up a mat for her to sleep on. "So," Harry said. He couldn't think of anything to say to her. Kathrin looked up at him and smiled. "I bet you've been wondering where I've been." She laughed. "Yeah," Harry sat down on his bed. "Well, I've been at Hogwarts." "You've been at Hogwarts all this time?" Harry stared at her. "Yeah," she said. "I was in America before I came to Hogwarts. I was supposed to attend a wizarding school there, but Dumbledore insisted that I go to Hogwarts since you were there." "How come I didn't see you get sorted?" Harry asked eagerly. "Are you in my same year?" "Of course, we're twins you know, fraternal twins actually. Anyway I arrived late; it took a while to get me enrolled at Hogwarts." "What house are you in? I've never seen you in Gryffindor." "That's cause I'm not." Kathrin smirked at him. She looked down at the ground and said coolly, "I'm in Slytherin." "You," Harry raised his eyebrows, "in Slytherin?" Harry wondered why on earth she was in Slytherin. Then again, Dumbledore said Voldemort passed a little of himself in Harry when he was weakened, so maybe he did the same to Kathrin. But Harry thought of Slytherins as scum, and now since his own sister was one; he didn't know what to think. All he knew was that whatever house Kathrin was in, he wouldn't judge her but cherish her; his only living relative. "Harry," Kathrin got his attention, "are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine." Harry smiled. "It's just...I'm so glad that...you know...you're here." "So am I," Kathrin hugged him.
They went down to dinner and ate a full meal. Soon it was 9:00 pm and it was time for bed. Harry and Kathrin would be leaving for Ron's house in the morning and needed a good nights rest. Saying Good Night, they went up to there room. As Harry fell asleep a smile came upon his face as happy thoughts came into his mind. He finally had a living relative.
