Finally I'm writing The Phoenix Takes Flight and you guys don't know how it feels for me to start this wonderful story from my imagination. Okay for people who haven't read The Phoenix yet, I strongly, STRONGLY suggest you read that story first or else you will feel half troll reading this story. For others who have read the first story, welcome back and I love every single one of you! Now this story is going to span through her school years (ALL OF THEM!) to The Battle at Hogwarts. Now I'm probably going to get killed writing some parts of the story because I have not read the books, and if you could tell me stuff that goes in the books but not the movies, I would gladly appreciate a private message that I will read. One last thing this is a George/Scarlett romance as well, so if you don't like it, don't read it but I prefer Angelina with Fred thank you! So without further ado, I present The Phoenix Takes Flight. Enjoy!

Scarlett was now eleven it had been a day since her birthday (which was now shared with her twin brother, Harry Potter), she had never felt so happy in her life. She was going to meet with him tomorrow, at Diagon Alley, where both were going to get supplies for school at Hogwarts. She was so excited about this that she believed her head would blow up in excitement. She didn't want to sleep, for it seemed too long for her to wake up from a restless slumber.

She and Professor McGonagall were staying at The Leaky Cauldron before going to Diagon Alley tomorrow for her robes, wand, owl (since Inscendia didn't want to send letters), and books that are needed at Hogwarts. She was really excited for the Sorting though; she didn't know which house she would be in. Ravenclaw seemed well suited, she was very smart indeed. Hufflepuff also seemed like a strong candidate, she was hard working and very loyal. Gryffindor she wasn't sure, she didn't seem that brave and daring, or maybe she was? But Slytherin, made her cringe, too many dark wizards came from there and she didn't want to upset Fred or George by being a "Foul git Pureblood activist" as they would put it. Even though it would make Fath- ahem Snape happy, she would definitely not be happy in Slytherin. As her thoughts and fears grew more and more she felt like she couldn't sleep and tossed and turned in her cot. She finally drifted when she instead thought of happy memories with her friends, Fred and George, and slept soundly through the rest of the night.

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"Are you quite suitable Miss Potter?" asked McGonagall

"Yes, Professor McGonagall, does this look right." Scarlett came out of the bathroom in dark blue flare jeans and a pink jumper with a purple t shirt underneath it. Her hair in a slightly raised ponytail that was tightly bounded and a pair of navy blue vans slip ons, on her feet.

"Very suitable, any bit nervous dear?"

"A bit, more like very, What if Harry doesn't like me? What if he makes fun of me? What if he's snobby?" Scarlett asked hysterically. McGonagall looked at the girl with a smile as they exited the room to bar downstairs.

"You'll explode with that many thoughts, my dear, I'm sure he will love you all the same."

"Do you really think so?" Scarlett's voice cracked due to nervousness and excitement. McGonagall patted her on the shoulder and nodded.

"Very much so, dear, very much so."

They walked down to the bar and saw Professor Quirrell down near the entrance. McGonagall motioned Scarlett to come with her.

"Professor Quirrell, do keep an eye on Miss Scarlett Potter while I'm gone I have business to attend to." Said McGonagall

"O-o-o-of course P-p-p-professor McGonagall" he stuttered

"Good when Hagrid arrives, she is to go with him, is that clear?"

"Y-y-yes quit-t-t-te."

McGonagall gave a small pat on the back and gave a reassuring smile to Scarlett. Scarlett returned to smile and tried to give Quirrell a handshake, but he refused. Something was odd about Quirrell but it seemed like she was the only one that saw it. Scarlett felt extremely uncomfortable around him too; he was just a little bit too nice. It was only a few moments later when he spoke.

"P-p-p-potter is it, n-n-n-n-ot by a-a-any chance related t-t-t-t-o H-h-h-h-harry P-p-p-otter?" he stuttered

"He's my twin, Professor, I'm meeting him for the first time today." She replied uncomfortably

"G-g-g-good f-f-for you then." He replied.

Scarlett decided to sit down at the bar, she really didn't want to talk to Quirrell, he was just someone to not talk to. She decided to just sit and wait to hear Hagrid's voice booming in the bar.

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Harry was walking down a street in London looking through his letter again. A wizarding school was definitely not what he thought he would be doing this school year. He was very nervous as to what to expect from a school like that. He and Hagrid were discussing where to find supplies for school. That's when they entered a dark pub with only a few candles lit and a little bit of daylight.

"Ah, Hagrid! The usual, I presume?" said the bartender

"No, thanks, Tom. I'm on official Hogwarts business. Just helping young Harry buy his school supplies."

"Bless my soul. It's Harry Potter!" Tom Gasped. This caused everyone in the bar to quiet down and look straight at Harry. Moments later he was getting handshakes from people he didn't even know.

Quirrell came to Harry cautiously "Harry P-p-p-potter. Can't tell how please I am to meet you."

Hagrid saw the professor and claimed he didn't see him and introduced him to Harry. Harry extended his hand to shake with him but he politely ignored it.

"Hagrid? Is that you?" said a girl. Harry looked in the direction of the voice and near the loo was a girl who didn't really look like the witches and wizards in the room. She was wearing, as Hagrid called it, muggle clothing and she had dark red hair in a tight ponytail. Her face fair and clear, with green eyes that resembled Harry's own. She looked strangely familiar to Harry, though he couldn't explain it.

"Well Scarlett, I knew you would be in here somewhere, just didn't know where."

"Is this Harry, Hagrid?" she asked. She knew me too, thought Harry.

"Yes he is Scarlett, Harry I would like to introduce you to someone who will look after you as you will her; this is Scarlett Lillian Rettop Potter, your long lost twin sister."

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"I have a twin? That can't be possible Hagrid." Said Harry in return. Scarlett hoped that he would take it easy and hug her, but reality got in the way.

"But I am Harry, both Lily and James were our parents, they died for us Harry."

Harry looked puzzled and glanced at both Hagrid and Scarlett. "Then why weren't you with me and the Dursley's?"

"If I could, I would have stayed with you and the Dursley's, no matter how unpleasant they are, but I didn't get to choose. Please if you understand me give me a hug an accept me, please."

Scarlett stared into Harry's eyes that resembled her mum's and her's as well. He had these ruined glasses on his face, he was quite skinny and had very untidy hair. He looked so much like their father, but those eyes were definitely their mother's.

He looked at her too and stepped forward with his arms open for a hug and a charming smile across his face. Scarlett crashed into Harry's arms in a loving embrace. Finally, after ten long years, the twins were reunited.

"Thank you, Harry." Whispered Scarlett

"You're welcome, Scarlett." Harry whispered back

Hagrid interrupted them with his deep voice "Yes, well, must be going now. Lots to buy.

"Goodbye." Said Harry and Scarlett to the people in the pub. They walked hand in hand as newly found brother and sister.

Well there it is people the first chapter I hope you enjoyed it! Please make Scarlett and Harry more happier by reviewing this story.