Okay, my friend suggested I write a fanfic on this topic, so I've been thinking... and this is what I came up with! Hope you like it and let me know if you don't! :)
Chapter One: Who Are You?
Harry Potter slumped lazily in a wooden chair at The Three Broomsticks. Surrounded by his friends, Ron, Hermione, Luna, and Neville, he sipped at his butterbeer absentmindedly. He stared off into space, lost in thought, as conversation roared around him.
"So I walked up to him and said, 'You know, those aren't jelly beans!' " Hermione broke off as her grin burst into a fit of chuckles. The whole table exploded with laughter, all except Harry.
"He had no idea!" Hermione managed to say through snickers. Then, seeing that Harry wasn't laughing, she suddenly became concerned. "Harry, are you all right?" she asked.
Harry broke out of his daze. "What? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." Everyone had stopped giggling by now.
Hermione was still suspicious as she added, "All right. You just seem a bit distracted."
"Don't worry about it," Harry said smilingly (AN: Yes, that IS a word!). "I was just thinking."
Hermione still seemed worried, but she decided that this was not the time to be sad. Semester exams had just been completed, and the five friends were celebrating a job well done. The animated talking started up again, and this time Harry joined in. Neville was telling a story that involved his grandmother, a purple creature that appeared to be half-cat and half-dragon, and a loaf of moldy bread. That ought to be interesting.
The group celebrated together into the night, laughing and talking and reminiscing while having a good time. When they decided to leave, each student stood and they left the establishment after leaving a hardy group tip on their table.
The moment Harry stepped out the door, he spotted a girl hurling herself in his direction. Before he could make any move to get out of her way, she had collided with him and wrapped her arms around his neck in an emotional embrace. Harry was taken aback, but he patted the girl on the back awkwardly as he wondered who in the world she was.
"Oh, Harry!" she cried. Seriously, she was crying. "I'm so glad I finally found you. Oh! I just can't believe it!" It was then that she unwillingly stepped back and Harry got a good look at her. She looked about fifteen, with sleek, wavy black hair that flowed down her back. Her high cheekbones were pronounced, as well as her striking green eyes that glittered with joyful tears. She carried herself confidently with her chin held high. Harry was convinced that he had never seen her before in his life, although there was something familiar about her. . . very familiar indeed.
"Who are you?" Harry blurted out. That was the foremost question that he expected to have answered.
The girl seemed puzzled for just a moment, then grinned from ear to ear as she said, "Oh, that's right! We haven't seen each other in so long, it's understandable that you'd forget me." She took a deep breath and answered, "My name is Stephenie Potter. I'm your twin sister."
With that, Harry's former questions were lost only to be replaced with several more pressing ones.
Now, as previously stated, I didn't come up with this topic on my own. My BFF Lexi had the idea, but she is just now reading HP for the first time. I have had much more experience with Harry Potter, so... yeah.... REVIEW!