The Secret Sister
The Secret Sister
Chapter 1: Strange Occurrences
Disclaimer: This is J.K. Rowling's sandbox and I'm just building castles in it. Basically, don't own it, don't sue me.
A/N: This is actually my first fan fic and all reviews are welcome. If you flame me, I'll flame you, simple as that. Enjoy!
And on with the tale!
Hannah Abbot awoke one morning and stumbled drowsily into the bathroom. Putting toothpaste on her toothbrush she started to brush her teeth. Her normally strait maroon locks were frizzed and untidy, even for her. One strand fell into her face and she quickly tucked it behind her ear. It fell into her face again so she looked at it angrily, and then panicked; she looked at it more closely: it was black. She ran into her room and looked into a mirror, startled by what she saw. She had messy long black hair and sparkling hazel eyes. Even though she was seventeen, she screamed like a three year old.
"Mum," Hannah screamed.
"What is it Hun," her mother rushed into the room and stopped short when she saw her daughter. With tears in her eyes, she gave her daughter a hug and left the room. Completely and utterly befuddled by her mother's odd behavior, Hannah followed. She was led to the living room where all of the moving pictures on the mantle had her appearance changed from maroon hair and baby blue eyes to black messy hair and hazel eyes. She went to her father, who also had tears in his eyes; she asked him the same thing she had wanted to ask her mother.
"Dad what's going on," Hannah said curiously, tucking a stray lock of that new-found messy black hair behind her ear.
"Now Hannah today is your 17th birthday and we have something to tell you," her father, Robert Abbot said.
"Okay," Hannah said timidly.
"You were adopted and a glamour charm was put on you as a baby to protect you from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." Her father said.
Hannah was starting to sweat, the only person that they would do that had to be a Potter… "You are Harry Potter's twin sister," and that was all it took, her mind was racing.
How would she be okay with being a Potter? Would Harry accept her? Would he want to have a twin sister? What if she wasn't cut out to be the Boy-Who-Lived's sister? And how in Merlin's insanity was she going to tell him. She couldn't just walk up to him and go,
"Hi, I'm Hannah Abbot and I'm you're twin sister." No that would make her sound like an arse.
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A boy with messy black hair sat on his bed, staring at the wall opposite him.
'Dumbledore was dead,' was the thought that kept circling through his head. There was a knock on his door and his head flew up and looked as a redhead came through his door.
"Come on Harry, we're going back to Headquarters," said his best friend Ron Weasley.
"I'm not going back to that bloody place," said Harry Potter, aka the Boy-Who-Lived.
Ron waved his wand and stuff from all around the room flew into Harry's open trunk.
"Yes you are now getting up," he said sternly.
"Fine, you'll probably knock me out if I don't go willingly," Harry grumbled.
"Too right I will," Ron said jokingly. Both boys walked out of the room and down the stairs.
"Don't you want to say goodbye to your relatives Harry," Ron asked.
"Yah, I guess," Harry responded quietly and walked into the living room where the Dursley family was seated watching the news.
"Now there's my favourite family," Harry said, sarcasm dripping off of his voice.
"Don't talk to me like that Boy," Uncle Vernon yelled, his face purpling.
"What are you going to do lock me in my cupboard," he said, knocking the cupboard's door. Ron looked angry.
"You're cupboard," Ron yelped. Harry paled.
"Ron forget it let's go," Harry said quickly.
"No Harry, what did you mean when you said that," Ron screamed.
"Nothing Ron let's…," Harry said.
"NO HARRY, WHAT DID YOU MEAN WHEN YOU SAID THAT," Ron all but screeched.
"They kept me in there until I was 11 and started Hogwarts," Harry whispered. The Dursleys cowered. Ron shouted some spell and the Dursleys were turned into a green snail, pink and purple hyena, and finally a pig that had blue polka dots.
"What's up with the colors," Harry asked while swallowing a laugh.
"What, I was inspired," Ron said. Harry laughed and they both linked arms and walked out the Dursleys front door leaving the filthy animals in the middle of the entry hall.
A/N: Well, that's the end of chapter 1. Yes, I know it's short but hey. Anyway, I will probably have the next chapter up in a few days. Please review, they are going to be read and appreciated. Thanks!
Hermione (just in case you didn't know my name is Hermione)