The Shocking True Story of Grace Potter Part 1

by Blanche Snow

Grace Potter is the twin of Harry Potter. Struck by a car in her youth, she's been in a coma ever since. Voldemort bewitches her to become a living mummy, as though under the Imperius curse.. She must fight her evil curse, and join the good. She must try to destroy her existence among the Dark World.

1. Prologue

The Shocking True Story of Grace Potter

Prologue

'Grace?' called Lily.

I was sitting in my room, next to Harry. I needed someone to be with me, and Harry was possibly the most boring person to sit next to. Well, now I miss him. I've been gone for 11 years. Harry would be sitting on the benches in the Great Hall, eating a feast with who-knows-are-his-best-friends, and here I am stuck on a moulding hospital bed, in a coma for 11 years.

Mum came over to me, and picked me up. We were off to see old Batty Bagshot, who dotes on Harry. I wasn't pleased. Bawling madly, I wriggled in Mum's arms as she pinned me to the buggy. I wasn't strapped on. Being in a haste to get back home, I ran away while Mum wasn't looking. Dad went to get Harry.

Yay! I thought. Being immersed in my jubilous celebrations, I missed the car. It didn't hit me. The shock of it coming towards me and the fact that another man came running over, knocking me down, was enough to get a 8-month-old baby to be in a coma. One deafening scream of agony from me, and I moved no more.

'Grace,' moaned Mum, 'Stop mucking about. Get on.' She thought I was having one of my tantrums. Harry looked over curiously.

'Grace!' said Mum impatiently. But I could hear a hidden anxiety in her voice.

She ran over to pick me up. I fell limply at her feet.

'Grace! Wake up! Wake up!' Mum had started to cry. Harry was oblivious to me being petrified.

'Honey, she's not dead!' soothed Dad. 'She's in a coma, I think. Come on, we'll get her to St Mungo's.'

Mum was screaming. She cradled me in her arms. 'It's all my fault,' she says. 'If only I had kept an eye on her!' I wanted to comfort her, to sooth her. But I couldn't. My eyelids were heavy. My legs were stone. My arms were glued to my side. I was immobilized, unable to do anything. Now I am 11. I have woken up, fortunately, but I won't see Harry again. The Dark Lord bewitched me. When Mum and Dad went into hiding trying to protect Harry, they left me behind. The Dark Lord's allies killed made me their soldier, their servant. I was a living mummy, my mercy in their hands. If they said I die, I die. There's not a chance of me choosing my own fate.

Why is it Harry had more attention? He had the power to 'vanquish the Dark Lord', according to the Dark Lord. I'm not sure Harry is even able to 'vanquish the Dark Lord'. A boy like him, possessing no natural talent, killing someone as powerful as the Dark Lord? I am not evil, of course, but Harry is quite unlikely to achieve such a thing. I'm not sure he even remembers me, the mysterious, almost-dead twin sister of the famous The Boy Who Lived.

Silly Aunt Petunia was never a nice aunt to me. Always strict, and was even mean to Mum. Even though Harry stayed with his aunt and uncle, I heard from the people at St Mungos, and being whacked often, with a pig of a boy Dudley Dursley, he was still better off than me in a ward in St Mungos, having people force feed me through a tube everyday.

I needed to fight my evil curse.