Sure, Ani-Lynn knew her grandfather was the famous Harry Potter. She also knew that he was a wizard and that he the youngest Quidditch Player for Gryffindor. She also knew that her place on the team would be Seeker, just like him. For the truth was, Ani-Lynn was just a younger, female version of her grandfather. Ani-Lynn's father was James Potter, Harry's and Ginny's son who was named after Harry's father. Her mother was a Muggle, or non-magical being.
"Hi, Grandpa!" Ani-Lynn called to her grandfather while in Diagon Alley before school. Ani-Lynn was going to start her first year at Hogwarts two weeks later. Her twin sister, Amiee-Lee, had not been accepted, taking after the girls' mother. Harry was coming out of a nearby shop, holding a small fluffy white ball and a cage with a Snowy Owl in it.
"Happy Birthday, Ani! These are your pets for Hogwarts, I...er... talked Professor McGonnagal into allowing you to have both seeing as your great-aunt will be teaching this year. Your uncle and I on the other hand, are quite busy with the Ministry," Harry told his grand-daughter. The fluffy white ball happened to be a snow-white kitten.
"Grandpa, what was your pets name?" Ani-Lynn asked tentively. He grinned and looked at her father and then back at her.
"I had a Snowy Owl named Hedwig. She died in my seventh year." Harry reminisced on the day when Voldemort's followers had killed his owl. She was hit by Avada Kedavra, the unforgivable killing curse.
"Oooh, I'll name mine... Uh, daddy? What was Uncle Ron's owl named?" Ani asked her father. The conversation of Pigwidgeon, Sirius Black, Ron, Hedwig, and Hermione went on for a long time before Ani had remembered why she was there in the first place. "I still have to get my books, robes, and wand, Daddy, come on! And I am quite sure neither of you will want to be late today."
"I'm going to name the kitten... uh... Angel and the owl... Piggy." Ani-Lynn decided a moment later.
They departed and went to Ollivander's and everywhere else they needed to go. "Oh, yes, yes... Mr. Potter, I remember well. Eleven and a half inches, dragon heart-string, yew," Mr. Ollivander said upon their arrival. He peered at Ani-Lynn, waved his wand, and the measuring tapes that were lying, unmoving, on the desk suddenly came to life. As Ani-Lynn stared in amazement the blast of a wand come zipping by her. The words she heard at that same moment were unmistakeable: Avada Kedavra.