Disclaimer: All Characters and places other than the Ones I have created are owned by J K Rowling.

My name is Alexandra Lily Potter, known to the world as Alex. I am 18 years old,
I am the only sister of Harry James Potter, A young man thought to have been the
only survivor of the whole wizarding community of the killing curse.
The truth is however that Harry potter did not survive the unforgivable
curse that drove my family apart, I did.

My story begins on the 31st of October 1981 in a small gothic village hidden in the middle of the
English countryside named Godric's Hollow. it's houses built in a Tudor style create a warm feeling of
historic importance to all those that walk through it's quiet winding streets. it is in this quiet, hidden town that my
parents met their maker.
Allow me to abolish all feelings you may feel towards my parents,
although they were loyal to the order of the phoenix, they did however lack the human quality of bravery.

The wizarding community did not know of my existence, as I was born out of wedlock. every time my parents
looked at me all they saw was a night in my fathers griffyndor bedchamber, the two of them deciding to celebrate my fathers victory at winning
the hogwarts quidditch cup in their final year and their common sense was clouded by a stolen bottle of
firewhisky.

The night our hiding place was uncovered to Lord Voldemort my parents tried to
flee, they did not, as you may believe, stay to protect their beloved child Harry, or the daughter that reminded
them of a drunken night.

I could hardly protect myself, let alone the baby brother I adored. I was only 5 years old, Harry was only one.

Voldemort killed my father first, almost as soon as he opened the front door. my mother tried to escape out of the
back door, but voldemort was too quick. "avardacadarvra" he hissed. with a flash of a green light I was no
longer the secret daughter, I was my brothers last hope.
when voldemort came into the nursery he raised his wand, I covered over my baby brother, my back to lord
voldemort as he shouted the same word he had used to make me and my brother orphans.

Almost the second he hissed that word, he was gone. suddenly there was the most painful sensation running down my back, tearing the
flesh as it went down, I suppose to a child it formed a Zig Zag. To an adult however this shape is commonly
known as a lightening bolt...

As i stood I saw the shape on the front of my nightgown, in blood. I turned and looked in the mirror, as I turned I
noticed the shape was exactly the same in my back. it had pierced right through my soon drenched my
cotton Winnie the pooh nightgown, its once bright white fabric now scarlet. as I looked down at my baby brother

i noticed that where my cuts had disappeared, they appeared on Harrys forehead. I received the large cuts, Harry
had the end of the lightening bolt.

I screamed for help, not for myself, but for Harry. A tall darkly dressed man appeared in the nursery doorway,
he threw me over his shoulder, took one look at harry and ran, he acted like I was no heavier than a feather. I
was shouting at him to go back for harry but he just kept running, then we came to a sudden stop, the man
turned around and put me down, still clutching to my nightgown to stop me from running away. as we looked into
the distance a Huge giant of a man rode a flying motorcycle up to my family home. he went inside and emerged
several moments later with my baby brother. the man I was with suddenly put his large hand over my mouth, bent
down and whispered into my ear 'that giant is a good man, he will make sure Harry is safe."
the man then cradled me in his arms and we vanished with a crack. as soon as we stopped spinning I felt my feet
hit the ground. I was then violently ill.

The man knelt down yet again, and said in his deep voice, "this is an orphanage, I need you to live here, I will
visit you whenever I can and let you know how your brother is, but right now it's not safe for you to be with him.
you protected him in every way you could but you are both in danger. I will need to lie to the person in charge,
and I need you to lie too, you cannot tell anyone what happened tonight."
as we walked to the heavy oak doors with a brass crucifix on it and the man knocked, he smiled at me.
A large woman dressed in black with white in places opened the door, took one look at me and went white.
"what happened?"she practically shouted.

"I am Dr Naspe, this is my niece, Alex. I went to my brothers home
tonight and I am afraid that this child has been subject to both physical and emotional abuse, I feel she would be
safer here in the eyes of the Lord. I have checked her injuries and it is not life threatening, please ensure they are
kept clean at all times to prevent any infection"

As I listened to what lies this man was saying, I was making a mental note of everything, repeating it all in my
head as many times as I could so I wouldn't expose the truth.
"very well then" answered this woman dressed in black. I had seen that dress before, on a movie called "the
sister act" I concluded that she must be a nun.