AN: for those of you hoping this is Family Secrets I'm sorry. I write by hand before typing my work and I had thought of another character to add to Family Secrets so I had to re-write it, only to lose my only copy of it. So I'm in the process of re-writing again, and I'm hoping to have it updated during the Christmas holidays. But this is a new story I thought of and I'm going to post the prologue and depending on reviews I'll see if I'll continue to update it or just write it for myself.
I'm only going to say this once. I do not own Harry Potter. That rightfully belongs to J.K. Rowling. I do however own a few OCs who will be introduced later.
Prologue
A small girl barely three years old with messy black hair and brilliant emerald green eyes hidden behind a pair of thick glasses wandered Diagon Alley alone and terrified.
Her parents Lily and James Potter had reluctantly brought her on the trip planned for their precious son, unwilling to leave her alone in the house. The moment the Potter's entered Diagon Alley they had been mobbed by people wanting to see the boy-who-lived, Samuel Charlus Potter. The small girl had been pushed to the side as always. After the attack on the Potter's almost two years ago people forgot about Samuel's twin sister Harriet Jamie Potter.
Harriet now wandered Diagon Alley searching for her parents or someone she knew who could take her home. Harriet isn't stupid; in fact she is incredibly intelligent for a three year old. She knows her parents and their friends, her godfather don't love her. They haven't for quite awhile. She also knows that they left her behind in Diagon Alley hoping that she won't be able to return home.
Harriet shivered as the temperature slowly dropped as night fell. As she turned to enter the nearest store hoping for warmth, a hand shot out pulling her into the small alley between buildings. She stared at the aristocratic blonde haired man and woman fearfully. They observed her for a moment, eyes roving her face before the woman spoke.
"It's her," she said, to the man next to her or to herself Harriet wasn't sure. The woman reached out taking her hand and the three vanished with a crack. That was the last anyone ever saw of Harriet Jamie Potter.