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Ch. 2

Alex's POV

There was silence.

Then, Harry's voice rang out, "But that's impossible. I don't have a sister."

"Not that you know of," I said harshly. "Not that anyone knows of, actually."

"What do you mean, 'not that anyone knows of'?" Dumbledore demanded.

"I mean," I snarled, "that no one even knew I existed before now. No. One. Not even the stupid Ministry of Magic."

"You don't have a scar!" a brunette girl from the same table that Harry was sitting at said.

"I have one. Just not in the same place as the boy wonder over there," I said.

"Prove it," the girl said.

I pulled my shoulder length black, slightly wavy/curly hair away from the sie of my neck where my lightening shaped scar was. There was a collective gasp. I pulled my hair back over the scar. Everyone started muttering and whispering to each other, even the professors. I caught snippets of conversations.

"-it's just like Harry's-"

"-she even looks like him-"

"-same eyes and everything-"

"-I knew it the whole time-" Sure you did, kid, I thought.

"-how has she been living-"

"-she's filthy-"

I looked down at myself. Well, I was kind of gross. I had dirty, weathered, tattered old clothes, and I hadn't aken a shower in a few days. How do I take showers? I sneak in peoples houses (yes, there are houses in Diagon Ally; they're above the shops) and I take them.

"-it's impossible-"

"-wonder if she acts like him-"

"-looks like a bum-"

I can hear you people all talking about me! I thought. But I didn't say anything. I just looked out the window, trying to hear what everyone was saying about me.

Finally, Dumbledore stood once again and quieted everyone. "Miss Potter, Mister Potter, would you kindly come with me to my office."

Harry looked confused, but he got up and followed anyway. Stupid boy, I thought. I followed Harry after a moment's hesitation.

Once we were in Dumbledore's office, he got right down to business.

"How can no one knows about you?" he asked immediately.

"Simple. No one ever found me after the murder. I almost starved to death in the ruins of our house. But I guess I crawled out and found something to eat, eventually. I don't remember much until I was about four. By then, I could fend for myself. I didn't have magic. I was on the streets by myself," I explained. "I stole food. I begged for food. I dug in dumpsters for food. And I starved. When I was about six and a half, I stole this wand," I took out my wand from my coat pocket, "from Olivander's. I don't have a Trace on me. I know because I've been doing magic ever since then, and no one has ever come for me." I smiled wryly, "If you've been hearing about a burglar in Diagon Ally, that would be me."

"As a matter of fact, I have been hearing reports about a burglar," Dumbledore said wonderingly.

Harry was speechless. "Harry?" I asked.

"Shouldn't you be sorted out?" he said.

"Yes, yes," Dumbledore mumbled. He got a worn old hat out and put it on my head. It sank down to where it was almost covering my mouth. I heard a voice in my ear.

"Hmmmm... Hufflepuff maybe? No, no... Ravenclaw perhaps? Possibly. Slytherin? Gryffindor? Those three are pretty equally matched... Hmmmmmmmmmm... No, not Ravenclaw... Slytherin or Gryffindor? Which do you want?"

Which do I want? I don't know! Which is better suited for me? I thought.

"Which is better suited for you?" the voice asked. Oh, my gosh. It heard my thoughts. "Well, Gryffindor is loyal, brave, usually humble, though not always; they tend to be characterized by being the most unusual people, though don't tell anyone you heard that from me. Slytherin is greedy, unfaithful, proud, as the students would say; but they're also cunning, clever, slick, and use their abilities to their full extent, pushing themselves usually harder than other students. You have many traits that would go under Gryffindor. You have just about as many that would go under Slytherin. Slytherin can take you places, but so can Gryffindor."

Ummmm, well... I guess Gyffindor, then. But I'm not really sure... I thought.

"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat yelled loudly. I took it off and handed it to Dumbledore. Harry was smiling. Why was Harry smiling?

"We're in the same house," he said, as if he could hear what I was thinking. Oh, please let him not actually be able to do that. And I don't want to be in the same house as him... That hat tricked me!

"Harry, you can take your sister and go back down; dinner should be about finished by now, but maybe Miss Potter can eat something right quick," Dumbledore said.

"Yes, Professor," Harry said. "Come on," he said to me, then turned around. I followed him, but I could feel Dumbledore's intense gaze on my back the whole way out.

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