Summary: Addy Potter is the cousin of the famous Harry Potter. The War isn't doing well but Dumbledore has a plan! He sends Addy, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny all back in time to Tom Riddle's 7th year at Hogwarts. The Gang is preparing to kill Tom but Addy can't and she soon's descoveres what Dumbledore's really wanted the Gang to do from the beginning...and it isn't to kill Tom Riddle...

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Miss Addy Potter…

Chapter 1

Hey, my name is Addy. Addy Elizabeth Potter to be exact and yes I did say Potter. Now you may be wondering is there is a relation between me and the Boy Who Lived (a.k.a, Harry Potter)? Well yes there is. We are in fact cousins. And how have you've never heard of me? Well when your cousin is famous, people tend to, you know, forgot about people like me. I fade into the background. I'll explain the whole thing to you.

Harry's dad, James Potter is the younger brother of my dad, Mark Potter. Mark and James were not only brothers but also best friends. They had a strong deep bond that could never be broken. Most people can't understand the bond because they haven't experience it or can't open their mind to the possibility (I like to think that I have the same bond with Harry, if not exactly then very close).

All sum up a lot of this next part. James married Lily Evans as everyone knows. My dad married my mom, Heather Williams, a year after Uncle James and Aunt Lily's married. Aunt Lily and my mother both became pregnant around the same time and were very happy about that too. Aunt Lily had Harry July 31, 1980 at 3:11 am. My mother had me July 31, 1980 too. What a shocker but I was born at 11:59 pm. We were barely born on the same day.

Everything was going well for the Potter's even though the war was still going on. Then October 31, 1981 Aunt Lily and Uncle James died. The thing that gets me really mad is that no one ever mentions my parent's death and it really bugs me. My parents died with Uncle James and Aunt Lily, in fact they both fought with Uncle James and Aunt Lily against Voldemort. They died before Uncle James and Aunt Lily. My parents died protecting The Boy Who Lived and his parents and no one has the decency to remember them. How sickening is that? Everyone makes a big deal out of Uncle James and Aunt Lily's death but not my parents? You would think that I resent Uncle James and Aunt Lily but I never felt the need to. I mean why blame them? I'm pretty sure that if they were still alive they would make sure that my parents would get the credit they deserve.

I've only met two people who have actually acknowledged my parents death and they are Dumbledore and Hagrid. It makes sense too. Dumbledore has told people but they tend to forget. I mean my parents aren't the ones that gave birth to the great Harry Potter. Hargrid was the one that saved me and Harry both and he's…Hagrid. He can't forget anyone.

The reason I'm still here is because Voldemort was going to kill Harry first and then me. If he hadn't I probably would have been the Girl Who Lived, which is something I'm really grateful for or I just would just be dead.

Rubeus Hagrid took me to the Dursley's with Harry on the same night. Grudgingly, the Dursley's took me in along with Harry. They told everyone that we were twins, including us, so for the longest time we both believed that we were twins. We looked so much alike that no one questioned it. I mean I had faded out black hair that was messy and untidy like Harry's. Unlike him, mine was a tad longer (Or a lot…), to my chest and always put up in one braid that no matter what I did, it managed to have hairs coming out so it looked messy. If my hair was ever down it was messy wild curls. I had my dad and Uncle James eyes, big hazel eyes. I had a little bit of freckles on my nose and was really short (even shorter than Harry as a kid and Harry did NOT have his growth spurt back then to put it loosely).

When me and Harry both got our acceptance letters from Hogwarts, the Dursley's ripped it up. As they story goes, Hagrid picked us up and you know the rest.

Hagrid was the one that told Harry and I that we were actually cousins. We were really shocked and believed it. Hagrid explained my parent's story. I was really upset and mad that no one remembered my parents and Harry was too. I slowly learned to accept it but Harry still gets mad. He says they're the only reason that we're alive. If it hadn't been then most likely Aunt Lily wouldn't have put that protective spell on Harry and Voldemort would have killed me. I object. It's still something we argue even after six years (and probably for the rest of our lives).

I would tell all my experiences with Harry (Book 1-6) but that would take too long and you'd get bored, pretty fast.

Well at the moment I'm in my 7th year with Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny is in her 6th.

I thought this whole year was going to be really boring but I had no idea of the adventure that was ahead of me.