Chapter One

The Entrance

"I'm more obsessed with the idea of vacation than any one particular vacation spot. I love to explore new places and cultures." ~ Candice Accola

"He'll be all right," murmured Ginny. As Harry looked at her, he lowered his hand absentmindedly and touched the lightning scar on his forehead. "I know he will." The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well.

And as I read those last words in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows… I felt this pulling sensation in my gut.

How strange. Oh well, maybe I'm just sad about finishing the final book in my absolute favorite book series, Harry Potter, written by J.K. Rowling.

I'm Anatheema Harmony Ambrosious… I know, I know, it's a very unique name.

Well, my parents are… harsh. They wanted a boy and they got me instead. My first name means – and I quote – "A person or thing detested or loathed... or even a curse, an execration."

My Middle name was given to me by my Grandmother… she said it came to her in a dream that I would bring Peace and Harmony to those around me.

Also… we are the descendants of Merlin Ambrosious, right hand and 'Wizard' to King Arthur of Camelot… the air-quotes are because he was only a Mage, not a Wizard. To be a Witch or Wizard one had to be Selfless. Great-great-great-great-grandpa Merlin was a selfish man who tried to fully expose Magic because he was 'tired of hiding his gift'.

I'm 4 foot 6 inches tall; I have milky pale skin, red-brown hair, and blue-green eyes. I'm a bit chubby at 140 pounds, and I'm American. Also I'm only 13 years old.

I got up from the brown leather couch and walked into the small kitchen of my Grandmother's house. It was 3 in the afternoon and I was looking through the fridge for my first meal of the day, when the strange feeling in my gut happened again and I could swear it was trying to pull me somewhere… man, I was probably starving. I hadn't put that book down sense 6 o'clock this morning.

I grabbed the cold Meat Lovers' Pizza with Buffalo Medium Hot Wings cut up all over the top and heated up two slices. Just as the Microwave beeped, my gut got that feeling again – but this time, darkness took over and I was gone.

Chapter Two

The Arrival

"The road not take was not your path." ~ Michael Lipsey

I landed in an empty Living Room. There were pictures all over the place of a rather large male child in different colored bonnets… he looked rather like the image I had in my head of what Dudley Dursley would have looked like if the People in the Harry Potter books were real.

Suddenly the door opened. "Go… Cupboard… Stay… No Meals" a Man of larger stature said to a scrawny boy about 11-years-old. Poor boy looked starved already.

As they turned around to come into their living room, they caught sight of me.

"Petunia! Call the Cops, we have a trespasser!" the Man said. He was about 5 foot 10 inches tall, with blond almost white hair that he looked like he was going bald… he's mustache was the same color as his hair, and his eyes were a lighter blue color. If I had to guess, I would say he was around 430 pounds?

"No! Please, I – I swear, I don't remember how I got in here. I blacked out after… a strange guy hit me in the head!" I lied flawlessly.

"Oh, you poor dear!" the woman, Petunia, cried out, coming over to me. "Where are your parents?" she asked me. This woman was actually quite thin, and I couldn't help thinking 'Lois and Peter Griffin anyone?' She was almost as tall as her husband, and had a double neck. Her hair was blonde as well, but a shade darker. Her eyes were Green – not like Harrys' but more like the color of a leaf before fall. Her teeth… well if they were the only thing I saw I'd say she was a horse.

"They died a long time ago, in a car crash. I was living with my Grandma, Aria, but the strange man killed her… I'm… oh god, I'm alone now!" I cried. Actual tears and everything. It wasn't true, but hey, a sob story could melt most people. It was easy because all I had to do was think about the fact that I was obviously in the first Harry Potter book, meaning I wouldn't see Grandma Aria for a long time…

I looked at Harry… wow. He truly was a scrawny boy. His hair was jet black, but I could see the prism of highlights that all hair had, his eyes were a beautiful shade of green- not quite Emerald, but not a grassy color either- and his Scar… the bolt of lightning, not quite covered by his hair, was a light red against his 'I've been indoors my whole life' white skin… amazing. And he was somewhere in the 4 foot 5 or 6 inch tall range.

"Well, we can't just throw her to the streets Vernon. Would you like for us to adopt you?" Petunia asked. Really? Me, I get to live with Harry Potter?

"I don't want to be burden…" I trailed off. Harry looked like he was fighting a smile. Oh my Grandfather! He knew I was lying.

"It's no trouble at all dear! C'mon! To the car, boys," she said guiding me to the door.

Vernon was pushing Harry towards the cupboard.

"Wait… Can he come with us?" I asked, making myself sound so innocent, pointing at Harry.

"Why, dear?" Petunia looked at me quizzically.

Their son, Dudley, looked at me as though I was a puzzle. And you know Dudley… wouldn't know how to solve a kindergartener's puzzle if it bit him in the behind. He was Fat with a capital F. he also had Blonde hair but his was a rather dark color. Almost like wet sand on a beach. His skin was tanner than Harrys' but still a light color. And his eyes were the same blue as his fathers. He was about 4 foot 7 inches tall.

"He looks like my Twin Brother, Jason, the last time I saw them… before…" I lied, bursting into sobs once more. Wow… I was good. If I ever got back to my world, I should be an actress…

"Oh, all right then," she said, puckering her lips. Whoa… I thought Horses weren't allowed in living rooms…

I sat really close to Harry, and put both my arms around his right one.

"Your parents aren't really dead. Are they?" Harry whispered in my ear.

"No, but they wish I was. And before you ask no, I never did have a twin brother," I whispered against his neck. To anyone else it would look as though he was comforting me.

Petunia looked back at us. "So we have a bedroom for you to sleep in, but it also has all of Dudley's old toys in it… I hope that's okay," She looked apologetic. Guess she always wanted a daughter.

"Um… is – is he sleeping in the room to?" I asked motioning to Harry.

"No dear, Harry has his own place to sleep," she told me gently.

"But Jason and I were inseparable… I slept in the same bed… I – I need someone to cuddle with," I said letting a few tears slip out. Grandma and I always cuddled, so that part was true.

Petunia looked at Vernon, and they seemed to have this whole unspoken conversation.

Looked like I was gonna get my way.

"Alright you can sleep in the cupboard with him," Vernon spat. He don't like me very much, do he? (Tweedy-Bird reference!)

So just to make them wonder, "Really? Oh thank you so much!" I made myself sound excited.

"Just where did you sleep when you lived with your grandmother?" Vernon asked.

"I slept on a patch of cement in the corner of the basement," I lied again.

Petunia looked mortified. Harry held me tighter, to the Dursley's it probably looked like he was comforting me, when in truth? He was trying so hard not to laugh, he was squeezing me.

After some time, we got to the Adoption Agency.

"And what's your name, Dear?" the nice lady asked me. I couldn't tell you her size, as she was sitting, but she was beautiful. Her Skin was a darker color; her eyes were like Cinnamon swirl Cocoa, and her Pitch black hair was in a French Braid down her back.

"I- It's Avoca. Avoca Harmony Ambrosious," I looked down. Hey, make the best and change the name I hate.

"Well, that's odd. We have no record of a young girl by your name. Ever," she said, turning to me.

"I was a home birth… I have no birth records, and I haven't been out of the house much, let alone the country… I'm from America after all…" Geez, this lying thing is hard.

"Oh, you poor thing!" The pretty woman said.

I was sitting in a chair next to Petunia and Vernon, as Harry and Dudley sat in the Waiting Room.

It took us almost 6 hours to get me a Birth Certificate, Social Security Number, and everything else I needed to live in this world. Then another 2 hours to get the Adoption Papers in order.

After all was said and done, I was officially Dudley Dursley's new sister. However I was keeping my name… mostly because Petunia thought it was 'Exotic'.

If not for me, Harry would have been in that Cupboard until after summer break started, but I 'needed someone to show me around the neighborhood, after all'.

Dudley had already broken his new video camera, crashed his remote control airplane, and, first time out on his racing bike, knocked down old Mrs. Figg as she crossed Privet Drive on her crutches, and he didn't even touch any of the books he got.

Dudley's stupid gang came by the house nearly every day, and me being near Harry is the only thing that kept him safe, but even I needed to use the toilet now and then.

I came out of the bathroom one day to hear Dudley tell Harry, "They stuff people's heads down the toilet the first day at Stonewall, want to come upstairs and practice?" I was all too glad to hear Harry say, "No, thanks, the poor toilet's never had anything as horrible as your head down it – it might be sick." Then he ran, before Dudley could work out what he'd said. I smiled at that, remembering it from the book.

One day in July, 'Mom' went to buy Dudley his Smelting uniform in London, and I insisted on being with Harry at Mrs. Figg's house. I remember that she had tripped over one of her cats and wasn't quite as fond of them as before. I also knew better than to eat the chocolate cake she served Harry and I.

That night as Dudley Pranced around in his smelting uniform, Harry was holding back laughter. So was I but I was able to hide it better by simply smiling. 'Mom' and 'Dad' would think I thought nice things. But no I was thinking the same thing as Harry. Dudley truly did look like pig in a wig, and that outfit… only served to make him look a bit bloated.

The next morning Harry and I entered the kitchen to smell something foul. Reminded me of when I was making tie-dyed shirts.

Harry looked in the large metal tub that Petunia was standing near and said, "What's this?" I remember from the books that what was in the pot looked like bits of dirty rags in grey water.

'Mom' pursed her lips and told him, "Your new school uniform."

"Oh. I didn't realize it had to be so wet," Harry remarked. "Don't be stupid! I'm dying some of Dudley's old things Grey for you. When I'm done it will look just like everyone else's," She snapped at him. I knew what Harry was thinking, but I didn't say anything, I just shook my head.

Thats when the mail slot clicked. "Get the mail, Dudley" Vernon said. "Make Harry get it," thats when i stood. "I'll get it," and walked away. When i saw two letters from Hogwarts i was confused. i looked and... one was mine. i hid the Letters in my bag by the door and took everyone elses to the kitchen. Later that day i took Harry to our room and said, "So you and i have mail... but i didnt think Vernon would let you have yours, and im not sure why i have one,"

With that we opened out Letters.

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 Mr. 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

Of Course mine was addressed Ms. Ambrosious, not Mr. Potter, but still. I gasped. "Theres no return address. we have no way of telling them that we are stuck. though i get the feeling that they need an answer so... maybe no being able to respond will mean they send someone?" i said. Harry nodded, and we put it out of our minds...

Until more and more letters came and we still ended up on the damn little island in the run down hut. Vernon blamed Petunia for adopting a witch and they already hated Harry. of course i played confused at first.

But now, it was midnight on Harrys birthday. Thats when Hagrid bust down the door. I love Hagrid.