NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS (EXCEPT KRISTI POTTER) ARE MINE. THEY BELONG TO J.K. Rowling.

Chapter 3

I stood up and started to pace This could NOT be possible! I could NOT be related to HARRY POTTER! Maybe we just had the same last name.
"Um... what's your mom's name?" I asked. Harry answered proudly, "Lily. What about you?"
"Same, Lily," I answered in a daze. Maybe our moms had the same name. I knew I was lying to myself though. How many times do you have the same last name and same mother's name and not be related? It was a one in a million chance. Harry was now pacing alongside.
"What about your dad's, name I mean?" Harry asked.
"James," I answered.
"So is mine," Harry replied. Don't get me wrong, I would love to be Harry's sister, but he didn't look all to enthusiastic about it.
"But she dosen't live with the Dursley's," Harry said shuddering on the last name.
"You mean, Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley," I said.
"Harry, she's your sister. Stop trying to convince yourself otherwise," Hermoine said, cutting Harry off.
"But-" he started.
"No!"Hermoine shouted before Harry could start.
"Hermoine's right Harry," Ron said. Harry shot him a look and I smiled. I sat down and put my knees to my chest. Another boy walked in.
"Hey Neville," Ron said with a smile.
"Hey guys," the boy, Neville, said. Hermoine waved and looked over at Harry who had finally took to sitting down. She was waiting for him to introduce me, but I was pretty good at doing it myself.
"Hello Neville," I said with a slight smile.
"Um... hello," he said fearfully.
"I'm Kristi, Harry's sister," I said. It felt weird to say that, "Harry's sister."
"Harry, you never told me you had a sister," Neville said.
"I never knew I had a sister until five minutes ago," he mumbled. I frowned. Harry didn't seem to happy to have a sister or maybe... was it me? This really made me think. I had just met the guy five minutes ago. How could he possibly be mad at me? I haven't done anything wrong... have I? These questions ran through my head as Hermoine, Ron, Neville, and Harry talked.

Much later, we got to Hogwarts. The first thing I noticed was, in fact, not the building, but a humongous giant who was almost three times taller than me. I seriously almost fainted at the sight of it. He was friendly and he even knew who I was. Harry, Hermoine, and Ron must have been great friends with the giant because they all said, "Hi Hagrid."
I was nervous and not nervous at the same time. I know that's an oxymoron but that was how I was feeling.

In the dining hall I patiently waited for the Sorting Hat to place me as the Headmaster, Dumbledoor, read off names for people to be placed in their house. The girl who sat beside me was shy and quite, a true Hufflepuff. I was happy when she decided she would talk to me.
"Hi, I'm Layla Hathens," the girl said.
"Hey, Layla. I'm Kristi Potter," I said.
"Yes, I've heard of you, Harry's younger sister," she said to my surprise.
"Yea, how'd you know?" I asked.
"Well you both have the same last name and I was reading over my books when I saw your name," she said.
"Really?" I asked surprised. I guess I hadn't read that part properly or maybe I had skipped it.
"Hathens, Layla," Dumbledoor said. Layla got up and walked slowly to the stool. She put the hat on and without a moments hesitation it shouted, "HUFFLEPUFF!"
I smiled. I had been right. The Hufflepuffs clapped happily for her and I clapped secretly for her.
"Potter, Kristi," Dumbledoor finally said. I jumped out of my seat and ran-walked up to the stool. As I sat down I almos fell off from so much excitement. Slytherin's laughed and I laughed right with them. When the hat was placed on my head I sat waiting.
"Anything but Slytherin," I thought to the hat.
Gryffindor.
No. Ravenclaw, please.
Hufflepuff?
I think not! I am not nice... not all the time. Ravenclaw.
Gryffindor?
NO! RAVENCLAW!
Fine...
"RAVENCLAW" the Sorting Hat screamed. I took it off and smiled. Then, practically skipping, I went to sit with my fellow Ravenclaws. They all clapped as I came to sit with them and it made me smile.
"A Hufflepuff is trying to get your attention," a girl who was sitting beside me said. I looked up and sure enough someone was trying to get my attention. In fact, it just happened to be Layla. She was motioning me to come outside, but I didn't wan't to break the rules quite yet. I wanted to make sure I stayed on all of the teachers good side. Headmaster Dumbledoor came up and gave a speech, but, of course, I wasn't paying him any attention. I looked up and saw a boy staring at me. I looked at him and blushed pink to my cheeks. Finally it was time for dinner but I wasn't really hungry, so I didn't eat to much. I left a little afterwards and Layla followed me out.
"What is it Layla," I asked her. She looked close to tears.
"No, I just miss my mom," she answered.
"You called me?" I asked.
"Um... I made something for the first friend I would make here," she said. "That's if you want it," she hastily added. I stared at her. She wanted to be friends with me. I had never had a friend before.
"Why?" I asked.
"Well, I've never had a friend before and well I've always imagined having one. So I made something for the first friend I ever made," she explained, "I understand if you don't want it."
She started to turn away but I called her back.
"Layla," I said, "I'll take it."
She smiled happily and reached into her robe pocket. She pulled out a pink and black braided bracelet and held it to me. I took it from her and looked at it. I looked at it properly and noticed a gold strand in it too. I slid it on my wrist and a power surge flew through my body.


What's going on with Kristi. What was the power surge. Was it dark magic? Is Layla in league with Lord Voldemort? Think about it...
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