Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I own nothing. This plot is pretty cliche but its also unique in a lot of ways, trust me.
A/N: This plot came to me in a dream, so I wrote it down, it sounded like a good story to me. It's going to be pretty long, so I'll try and update every few days.

"Well Kirsten, school starts in a month. Did you get your supplies list yet?" A light, optimistic voice asked from across the dinner table.
"Not yet..." Kirsten replied through a mouthful of mashed potatoes and gravy running down her chin.
"Chew with your mouth shut." Her foster father winked at her from behind his muggle newspaper.
This was Kirsten's foster family. Marie, her foster mother, was a kind hearted muggle. Her foster father, Robert, was a strong muggle who was based on rules, but was extremely spontaneous at times. Her foster brother, Raymond, was a 13 year old who was into the normal boy stuff, cars, battlebots, and girls. This is the household of Kirsten Potter.
Kirsten Potter was Harry Potter's twin sister. Why she was never heard of before is unknown. She never knew her parents, not even as a baby. She, of course, knew right away when she discovered she was a witch that she was related to Harry Potter. It all fit together. The thing that really proved it though, was their eyes. They both had the most startlingly green eyes. She was a student at Fitchburg's Academy of Magic. She never attempted contact with her brother, she knew no one would believe her.
She picked up her copy of the Daily Prophet and read. It had been the same all summer. Lord Voldemort was all over the wizarding papers. Every time she saw it her heart jumped into her throat. Her family was a family of muggles. She thought of the potential danger for her and her family. She shook it off and read a smaller article about Quidditch. Quidditch was Kirsten's one true love. She was seeker for one of her school's teams. Her thoughts were interrupted by Raymond's whining.
"Why can't I be a wizard?" He frowned, looking at the moving pictures om Kirsten's newspaper.
"Do you want to learn the eating habits of a blast ended skrewt? Or a grindylow?" She shot at him.
"A blast ended what and a grindy-who?" Raymond gave her a puzzled look.
Kirsten smiled and stood up. This year would be her fifth year at Fitchburg's. She would be turning fifteen on September 29. She couldn't wait to see her school friends again. She went up to her bedroom and fed her Horned Owl his dinner. He eyed his owl food with mild distaste but ate it anyway. Kirsten's family didn't disapprove of her being a witch, in fact, they quite enjoyed it. They did however prohibit her sending her owl outside in the daylight, it would arouse suspicion.
She fell onto her bed and daydreamed of Quidditch. She couldn't wait to be back on her Firebolt, feeling the exhilaration of the hunt of the golden snitch. Eventually, her daydreams faded into a deep sleep.


She was awoken about an hour later by the horrified screams of her family. She jumped up and ran into the hallway, where a great snake was slithering towards her. "Get-get away from me!" Kirsten yelled at the snake. The snake rose up and nodded it's head, and slithered away.
Kirsten covered her mouth. She was a parselmouth...
She knew who was in her house. She knew who that snake belonged to. She jumped on her firebolt, released her owl, grabbed her belongings, and flew out. She saw the green light filling her house. She knew her family was dead. She knew who did it. She didn't know where she was going. She just had to place as much space between her and Voldemort as possible.
"Damn him..." She cried, as she flew beside her owl.

A/N: Short I kno, next chapter will be uploaded in a few minutes, if ff.net decided to cooperate with me! Lol! Please review, even if its a flame, its cold in my house i could use a flame or two. THANKS!!