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Chapter 1: 8 Years Later

In an ordinary house, on an ordinary street in an ordinary town lived an ordinary family with two extraordinary children. Of course, if anyone asked the Dursley's they would snort and claim the Potter children were menaces. For as long as either child could remember they had lived with their aunt, uncle and cousin at 4 Privet Drive. Petunia Dursley had been Lily Potter's older sister and, therefore, the only living family that could take in the Potter orphans. Much to her displeasure.

Izzy Potter despised the Dursleys, yes they were technically family, but they certainly did not behave as such. Izzy and Harry were given scraps of clothing and food, neither had the opportunity to enjoy their childhood as their cousin Dudley did, they were never given sweets and holidays were not something either looked forward to. Of course, it wasn't all bad. For the Potters had each other. Izzy always managed to take care of Harry as best she could; she would sneak out of the broom closet that the Dursleys gave her to use as a bedroom, to nick snacks and such for Harry and herself. Last year on Harry's birthday Izzy even managed to acquire a large milk chocolate bar from Dudley's stash as well as some cans of fizzy soda. She spent the night telling Harry one of her infamous fantasy stories; that one had centred on righteous teacups that liked to nip at the noses of ghastly people. It had been the best day of Harry's short life.

So, no things were not always bad but they were unpleasant most of the time. Harry learned to keep his remarks and thoughts to himself while Izzy learned that annoying the Dursleys was an excellent form of entertainment. Therefore, she tended to get locked up in her broom closet/bedroom at least once a week much to the amusement of Harry.

It had been a long eight years for all the occupants of 4 Privet Drive. Unbeknownst to them that it was all about to change on that hot July morning.

Izzy Potter was bored. Her aunt had oh so kindly demanded she weed the garden that morning before any of the neighbors woke to see the despicable weeds that managed to grow overnight. Personally, Izzy could see no weeds, but knowing her absolutely batty aunt would heckle her Izzy chose, possibly for the first time in her ten almost eleven years, to simply do as she was told.

That was how she found herself lying in a hideous flower bush that smelled like a funeral home. She had plucked bits of grass and such for two hours before crawling underneath the window ledge to scratch the dirt from under her nails. Now that the sun had come out the heat was immense and Izzy patted herself on the back for finding such a nice shaded area to hide from other human beings. Or whatever the Dursleys were.

Lying in the shade Izzy pondered what torture poor Harry was going through, Uncle Vernon had banged on his cupboard door earlier shouting about watering the grass. Izzy rolled her eyes, they had a sprinkler for goodness sake, why put her brother through that! Of course it was probably because none of the Dursleys trusted the Potters to be alone for more than fifteen minutes. It wasn't because they were bad children, on the contrary, they were good children who had unexplainable things happen around them.

When Dudley had torn apart Izzy's stuffed dog she later found it back on her bed in one piece. When Aunt Petunia had decided to shave and cut Harry's untameable mass of hair, the next morning it had all grown back. Once, Izzy had even managed to make Dudley's breakfast disappear; and Harry had accidentally teleported himself onto the school roof.

The truth was, the Potters were strange, and Izzy loved it. Early on she had made it her life's mission to annoy the Dursley family, if that meant accidentally causing unexplainable mayhem, so be it. So long as Harry was laughing and had food in his stomach she was happy.

Izzy frowned thinking of her baby brother. He was rather scrawny for a nine year old, it worried her that he was so small. Maybe she just needed to steal more of Dudley's candy. While Izzy contemplated the nutritional value of a Mars bar the local mailman was coming up the drive. The screech of the metal mailbox closing rattled Izzy out of her thoughts as she scurried to grab the mail.

Sifting through the mail was always tedious but today Izzy noticed a rather thick parchment envelope addressed to her. Frowning Izzy stopped in the middle of the foyer to stare at it.

Miss. I. Potter

The Broom Closet Down the Hall

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

Who would be writing to her? She certainly had no friends, nor knew anyone who would write her a letter on such fancy paper. Just as she was going to open it Uncle Vernon came thundering inside.

"Those bloody weathermen can't even predict the weather properly! I tell you if I was in charge of that news channel I would only hire highly educated workers who could actually tell me the next day's weather! Bah, a slight rain! It's sweltering out there!" Vernon Dursley was a walrus of a man who took great pleasure in criticising and complaining about others. Today was no different. Seeing his strange niece standing in the middle of the foyer only fueled his already foul mood. "And you! Trying to steal cheques and such, aren't you supposed to be weeding the garden! Give me those." Snatching the mail he continued to waddle towards the kitchen.

"Hey!" Izzy shouted back, "One of those letters is mine!" The three Dursleys, along with Harry, all stopped to stare at the tiny black haired girl. Crossing her arms Izzy stood her ground and waited for her letter to be given back.

Vernon simply rolled his eyes. "Oh please who would send you a let…" Suddenly his pig-like face began to redden and Petunia rushed to her husband's side.

"Petunia…" Vernon gasped out handing his wife the letter in question. Her hawk eyes scanned the parchment in horror. Shrieking she threw the letter on the table as though it had burned her. Immediately Izzy ran to grab it off the table, Dudley cried out attempting to sit on her with his baby hippo body but Harry grabbed his ankle sending both boys to the floor.

In the commotion of poor little Dudley being hurt, Izzy locked herself in her broom closet and tore open the seal.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress

Izzy was stumped. Who in their right mind thought they were a wizard? How did they know where she lived? Surely there must be some sort of application process! Why were these people waiting for her owl? She didn't own an owl, as far as she knew. It must be rubbish.

Sighing, Izzy trudged out to the kitchen to toss the prank away. Her aunt and uncle watched the girl throw out her letter in satisfaction while Harry and Dudley remained confused.

Dudley, being the single minded boy he is, demanded to know what the letter had said. Izzy, though disappointed that the letter turned out to be rubbish, decided to ignore her younger cousin. This of course resulted in a Dudley tantrum that Aunt Petunia stopped with the promise of cookies. Drowning out Dudley's alligator tears Izzy stomped out to her closet and locked the door. Harry tried for a good half an hour to get Izzy talking but his sister was being more stubborn than usual.

"But what did the letter say?" Harry whispered for the tenth time that day.

"Nothing Harry. It was just one of those rubbish letters that advertise… rubbish services or something. It was stupid." She grumbled back through her door.

"But- "

"UGH! Fine!" Suddenly the door opened and Harry was unceremoniously shoved into the closet. Harry glared at his sister in annoyance while situating himself on the corner of her bed.

Both Potters stared each other down. Despite age and some slight differences the two could pass as twins. Both had impossibly messy black hair, large emerald eyes and small statures. The only other differences were Harry wore round wire glasses and had a longer nose than his sister.

Eventually Izzy blinked caving in the impromptu staring contest. Harry shimmied in victory. Running her fingers through her dark mane Izzy explained the prank letter to her curious brother.

"So basically I got excited over some dumb joke. The end." Izzy grimaced.

Holding his chin up Harry mused, "But, what if it isn't a prank?"

Izzy groaned, "Harry! Don't be silly, do honestly believe we are a couple of wizards who do magic?"

"Well… maybe not me, but you Izzy are definitely magic." Harry crossed his arms in satisfaction. Izzy softened at her brother's words.

"Harry… you know those stories I tell you… they're just stories Harry, I can't really do magic."

Harry rolled his eyes, "I know that, I'm just saying that maybe it isn't a prank! Odd things do happen whenever you're angry…"

"That happens to you as well!"

"Yes but you got the letter not me." Izzy threw her hands up in frustration.

"What do you suggest I do baby brother," Harry cringed at the term, "contact these magical folk with an owl? Do they honestly expect me to send them an owl, where would I even acquire one!?"

Harry shrugged, "No idea. I'm just saying it's a possibility." With that Harry smirked leaving his sister to her scrambled thoughts.