Sarah Potter: the unknown Sister.
~By Lady Keladry.
LK (Lady Keladry): Hey ppl! This is my first fanfic, so be nice when you
R&R.
SP (Sarah Potter): OOH! So I guess this is about me, huh?
LK: Well, duh! Look at the title, Sherlock!
SP (feeling "miffed" as they say in England): just an honest question.
LK: Does honest mean "stupid" in this case?
SP: Hey, if you don't be nice to me, I'll quit!
LK (feelin' the power of bein' boss and lovin' it.) : No you won't. who
would take a doubly fictitious character?
SP: 0_0 What's "doubly fictitious" mean?
LK: Not only are the original Harry Potter stories fictional, but you
aren't even in them!
SP (about to cry): *_* So I'm unwanted?!
LK: Yep. Be lucky I took you in and wrote about you.
All right. Enough chit chat. Let's get on with the story, shall we?
(A/N: this is all written in the perspective of the Potter line. Aka one of the potters mentioned in the story: Harry, or Sarah.)
Chapter One: First Meeting.
//My dear, famous brother is going to be quite shocked when he discovers that I'm alive, //thought Sarah Potter, alias "Kitty,": the black panther at the St. Louis zoo, //And I wonder what he will think of the abused, morbid, pessimistic child that I am in my human form! Ah, well, for now, it doesn't matter. All right Sarah, be a panther, not a human. For now, you are a human attraction. You will have plenty of time to be your morbid, pessimistic self later.//
*SOMETIME LATER, IN ENGLAND, IN AN UNPLOTABLE REGION, HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY, POTIONS DUNGEON. Harry is in his 6th year at Hogwarts and is hating it and Professor Snape when an unexpected visitor arrives with a "poof." This is in Harry's perspective, by the way.*
//I HATE Professor Snape!! That fool is horrible. He must have really hated my father. hello, what's that?!?!?//
"Excuse me, Severus, am I interrupting anything?" said the surprisingly languid female visitor, in a smooth, challenging American edged, but solidly British tone. "Oh, are you a professor now? I would never have guessed."
"B-b-but, you're dead! AND Apparating is. not. POSSIBLE within the walls of this castle! How are you here?!" Snape was obviously caught off guard. The female Griffindors snickered, and the Slytherin girls merely scoffed, but all of the males, except me, stared without shame at the beautiful dark- haired newcomer. All right, I DID stare, but only because there was something familiar about her. something I couldn't put my finger on.
"Why should I tell you, Snivelus?!?!? All that you have ever done for me is ruin my life. Why should I give you the privilege of knowing that you still have control over me?" she retorted.
**Hello, brother.** the girl said, and she seemed to be speaking to me! The funny thing was that no one else had noticed the voice, from the looks on their faces. A slight smile came to her face. **No, they can't hear me. We, well, I am speaking on a Parseltongue mind-link.**
**WHAT?! ARE YOU SAYING THAT I HAVE EVEN MORE POWERS THAT.**
**.You don't know about.? Yes. I suppose I am saying just that. Voldemort, that freak, doesn't know about them either, so you're in good company. I don't think even Dumbledore knows about this one. Your mind is terribly open, brother. Though that might be because I'm you're twin.**
**WOAH! Wait, wait, wait. Let me catch up for a moment. So you are my twin. **
**yes.**
**.and I didn't know this. why?**
**That's an easy question to answer. Only our parents knew about me. I don't think Black even knew. I certainly knew him, but only in my other form.I thought him rather strange at first, but I grew to like him.in my own way.**
At this Harry stiffened. He still hadn't come to grips with the fact that his godfather was dead. He screamed. out loud.(A/N: big mistake.)
"What's the matter, Potter?" sneered a scared Draco Malfoy. "Having another one of those delirious dreams of yours?"
Surprisingly, but only to the class, my sister called a snake out of thin air-using Parseltongue- and immediately let it loose on Draco. Draco screamed as the coils tightened themselves around his neck. Sarah, yes, I suppose that was her name, (I guess I must have read her mind to find out,) suddenly dropped her British accent and began speaking with a Mid-Western American drawl.
"Shut your fat mouth, boy! Ah, you must be Lucius's son. That explains just about everything. the attitude, the unnatural blonde hair, and the surly expression." (A/N: it's only for your sake that I didn't call him ugly, river-star! (to any interested readers, she used to like him, but more about that later.))
At that moment, Professor Dumbledore came in, and my sister looked up with a face quite like Moody's when he was torturing Malfoy himself; and if the situation hadn't been QUITE so somber, I would have laughed out loud.
"Well, hello, Professor Dumbledore! Lovely, busy morning as usual for you, I presume?" she piped, quite contented to be the center of attention, plus regaining composure all while slipping into her fake British accent.
Dumbledore banished the snake and looked wonderingly at the obviously noted enchantress. (A/N: Enchantresses are different from witches in my books.) "Sarah Potter?" he said incredulously, "My dear, I WATCHED you die! How are you. breathing, moving. doing anything at all?"
"Well, professor, it's a long story that needs to be told to you, my dear twin, and nobody else. Could we possibly go to your office, Albus? I'll get Draco to the hospital wing to have his neck fixed. he's sure to complain if something isn't done about it.And since I'm now in a good mood, I'll even get us some." **what do you people drink here?!** the last part she hissed at me through the mind connection. (A/N: fyi, and in case you haven't noticed, ** means mind communication, // means a thought process, and * is a "where in the world is Sarah Potter" newsflash.)
**Tea.** I answered quickly, in case Dumbledore noticed.
". Tea. EW! Is that what you Brits drink? Oh well, I suppose I'll have to get used to it."
At the thought of me being excused from his class, Snape found his tongue again.
"HOW DARE YOU!" Snape screamed.
"Pardon?" she purred, looking mildly interested and (by the look on Ron's face; not my own imaginings, I assure you!) decidedly sexy.
"HOW DARE YOU COME INTO MY CLASS BY ILLEGAL MEANS, AND THEN COMMENCE TO REMOVE ONE OF MY FAILING STUDENTS."
"Severus, Harry is not failing your class, and he needs to know his twin better," came the wizened logic from the headmaster. "Don't you think he ought to know his past?"
**That's more like it!** Sarah said as Snape protested weakly under the headmaster's piercing stare.
**What's more like it?** I asked her.
**I'm so used to having dear Albus on my side that I was wondering when he'd back me up.**
**0_0 oh.**
In the end, Snape let me go, and we went up to Dumbledore's office, mind speaking the whole way. We even spoke in Parseltongue out loud. All Dumbledore did was look mildly interested. Sarah didn't seem to mind his keen looks at all. She simply kept on talking. She told me all about her life as a panther in the zoo, which was somewhere in America called St. Louis, and I suddenly wish that they taught us American Geography here at Hogwarts. She purposefully left out her childhood, though, because I saw flashes of it in her memory when her guard was down. You know, I think I learned more about Occulamancy in that short walk to Dumbledore's office than I did in a whole term with Snape, but the only reason was that I was ashamed of all of my "heroic" acts at Hogwarts and I didn't want her to see me as a goody-goody. Sarah was a patient teacher and let me have my space. She taught me to read her mind, to block unfriendly visitors out of my mind, and to even read other people's minds. A couple of times, I almost corrected her about the fact that the mind is not "read" as in a book, but Snape had been the one to tell me that after all, so I kept my mouth shut.
When we got to Dumbledore's office, she shut up abruptly.
**Hey, my ears are ringing here. I'm so used to your blabbering that I think I'm missing the noise.**
**Oh, shut up!** She quipped happily.**Besides, you don't even use your ears when you mind speak.**
**It's a figure of speech.**
**We're not speaking. Booya.!**
**ARG!** // I didn't know that having a sister could be so taxing!//
**Hey, I heard that. Plus, in here, Dumbledore can hear us, so shut up yourself.**
**Yes Ma'am. **
**I have a feeling that we will make up all those years of separation by fighting. What do you think? By the way, congratulations! You're taking this much better than I thought you would.**
**Actually, I've always wanted a twin** I said, surprising myself and my newfound sister**
"Ahem." interjected Professor Dumbledore. "If I may be so bold as to interrupt, I really can't understand what you're saying. would you mind telling us your story. in ENGLISH, please."
"Why of course, Professor."
LK: ok, ppl, tell me if this is any good, b/c if it isn't, I won't bother posting the rest. I'm going to write most of this before hand and edit it to fit your requests in your reviews. sooo, if you want the next Chapter, you better review, ok? Ok. And as I said, I'm sorry about the technical error about the "mind-reading" for any nit-picking readers.
~By Lady Keladry.
LK (Lady Keladry): Hey ppl! This is my first fanfic, so be nice when you
R&R.
SP (Sarah Potter): OOH! So I guess this is about me, huh?
LK: Well, duh! Look at the title, Sherlock!
SP (feeling "miffed" as they say in England): just an honest question.
LK: Does honest mean "stupid" in this case?
SP: Hey, if you don't be nice to me, I'll quit!
LK (feelin' the power of bein' boss and lovin' it.) : No you won't. who
would take a doubly fictitious character?
SP: 0_0 What's "doubly fictitious" mean?
LK: Not only are the original Harry Potter stories fictional, but you
aren't even in them!
SP (about to cry): *_* So I'm unwanted?!
LK: Yep. Be lucky I took you in and wrote about you.
All right. Enough chit chat. Let's get on with the story, shall we?
(A/N: this is all written in the perspective of the Potter line. Aka one of the potters mentioned in the story: Harry, or Sarah.)
Chapter One: First Meeting.
//My dear, famous brother is going to be quite shocked when he discovers that I'm alive, //thought Sarah Potter, alias "Kitty,": the black panther at the St. Louis zoo, //And I wonder what he will think of the abused, morbid, pessimistic child that I am in my human form! Ah, well, for now, it doesn't matter. All right Sarah, be a panther, not a human. For now, you are a human attraction. You will have plenty of time to be your morbid, pessimistic self later.//
*SOMETIME LATER, IN ENGLAND, IN AN UNPLOTABLE REGION, HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY, POTIONS DUNGEON. Harry is in his 6th year at Hogwarts and is hating it and Professor Snape when an unexpected visitor arrives with a "poof." This is in Harry's perspective, by the way.*
//I HATE Professor Snape!! That fool is horrible. He must have really hated my father. hello, what's that?!?!?//
"Excuse me, Severus, am I interrupting anything?" said the surprisingly languid female visitor, in a smooth, challenging American edged, but solidly British tone. "Oh, are you a professor now? I would never have guessed."
"B-b-but, you're dead! AND Apparating is. not. POSSIBLE within the walls of this castle! How are you here?!" Snape was obviously caught off guard. The female Griffindors snickered, and the Slytherin girls merely scoffed, but all of the males, except me, stared without shame at the beautiful dark- haired newcomer. All right, I DID stare, but only because there was something familiar about her. something I couldn't put my finger on.
"Why should I tell you, Snivelus?!?!? All that you have ever done for me is ruin my life. Why should I give you the privilege of knowing that you still have control over me?" she retorted.
**Hello, brother.** the girl said, and she seemed to be speaking to me! The funny thing was that no one else had noticed the voice, from the looks on their faces. A slight smile came to her face. **No, they can't hear me. We, well, I am speaking on a Parseltongue mind-link.**
**WHAT?! ARE YOU SAYING THAT I HAVE EVEN MORE POWERS THAT.**
**.You don't know about.? Yes. I suppose I am saying just that. Voldemort, that freak, doesn't know about them either, so you're in good company. I don't think even Dumbledore knows about this one. Your mind is terribly open, brother. Though that might be because I'm you're twin.**
**WOAH! Wait, wait, wait. Let me catch up for a moment. So you are my twin. **
**yes.**
**.and I didn't know this. why?**
**That's an easy question to answer. Only our parents knew about me. I don't think Black even knew. I certainly knew him, but only in my other form.I thought him rather strange at first, but I grew to like him.in my own way.**
At this Harry stiffened. He still hadn't come to grips with the fact that his godfather was dead. He screamed. out loud.(A/N: big mistake.)
"What's the matter, Potter?" sneered a scared Draco Malfoy. "Having another one of those delirious dreams of yours?"
Surprisingly, but only to the class, my sister called a snake out of thin air-using Parseltongue- and immediately let it loose on Draco. Draco screamed as the coils tightened themselves around his neck. Sarah, yes, I suppose that was her name, (I guess I must have read her mind to find out,) suddenly dropped her British accent and began speaking with a Mid-Western American drawl.
"Shut your fat mouth, boy! Ah, you must be Lucius's son. That explains just about everything. the attitude, the unnatural blonde hair, and the surly expression." (A/N: it's only for your sake that I didn't call him ugly, river-star! (to any interested readers, she used to like him, but more about that later.))
At that moment, Professor Dumbledore came in, and my sister looked up with a face quite like Moody's when he was torturing Malfoy himself; and if the situation hadn't been QUITE so somber, I would have laughed out loud.
"Well, hello, Professor Dumbledore! Lovely, busy morning as usual for you, I presume?" she piped, quite contented to be the center of attention, plus regaining composure all while slipping into her fake British accent.
Dumbledore banished the snake and looked wonderingly at the obviously noted enchantress. (A/N: Enchantresses are different from witches in my books.) "Sarah Potter?" he said incredulously, "My dear, I WATCHED you die! How are you. breathing, moving. doing anything at all?"
"Well, professor, it's a long story that needs to be told to you, my dear twin, and nobody else. Could we possibly go to your office, Albus? I'll get Draco to the hospital wing to have his neck fixed. he's sure to complain if something isn't done about it.And since I'm now in a good mood, I'll even get us some." **what do you people drink here?!** the last part she hissed at me through the mind connection. (A/N: fyi, and in case you haven't noticed, ** means mind communication, // means a thought process, and * is a "where in the world is Sarah Potter" newsflash.)
**Tea.** I answered quickly, in case Dumbledore noticed.
". Tea. EW! Is that what you Brits drink? Oh well, I suppose I'll have to get used to it."
At the thought of me being excused from his class, Snape found his tongue again.
"HOW DARE YOU!" Snape screamed.
"Pardon?" she purred, looking mildly interested and (by the look on Ron's face; not my own imaginings, I assure you!) decidedly sexy.
"HOW DARE YOU COME INTO MY CLASS BY ILLEGAL MEANS, AND THEN COMMENCE TO REMOVE ONE OF MY FAILING STUDENTS."
"Severus, Harry is not failing your class, and he needs to know his twin better," came the wizened logic from the headmaster. "Don't you think he ought to know his past?"
**That's more like it!** Sarah said as Snape protested weakly under the headmaster's piercing stare.
**What's more like it?** I asked her.
**I'm so used to having dear Albus on my side that I was wondering when he'd back me up.**
**0_0 oh.**
In the end, Snape let me go, and we went up to Dumbledore's office, mind speaking the whole way. We even spoke in Parseltongue out loud. All Dumbledore did was look mildly interested. Sarah didn't seem to mind his keen looks at all. She simply kept on talking. She told me all about her life as a panther in the zoo, which was somewhere in America called St. Louis, and I suddenly wish that they taught us American Geography here at Hogwarts. She purposefully left out her childhood, though, because I saw flashes of it in her memory when her guard was down. You know, I think I learned more about Occulamancy in that short walk to Dumbledore's office than I did in a whole term with Snape, but the only reason was that I was ashamed of all of my "heroic" acts at Hogwarts and I didn't want her to see me as a goody-goody. Sarah was a patient teacher and let me have my space. She taught me to read her mind, to block unfriendly visitors out of my mind, and to even read other people's minds. A couple of times, I almost corrected her about the fact that the mind is not "read" as in a book, but Snape had been the one to tell me that after all, so I kept my mouth shut.
When we got to Dumbledore's office, she shut up abruptly.
**Hey, my ears are ringing here. I'm so used to your blabbering that I think I'm missing the noise.**
**Oh, shut up!** She quipped happily.**Besides, you don't even use your ears when you mind speak.**
**It's a figure of speech.**
**We're not speaking. Booya.!**
**ARG!** // I didn't know that having a sister could be so taxing!//
**Hey, I heard that. Plus, in here, Dumbledore can hear us, so shut up yourself.**
**Yes Ma'am. **
**I have a feeling that we will make up all those years of separation by fighting. What do you think? By the way, congratulations! You're taking this much better than I thought you would.**
**Actually, I've always wanted a twin** I said, surprising myself and my newfound sister**
"Ahem." interjected Professor Dumbledore. "If I may be so bold as to interrupt, I really can't understand what you're saying. would you mind telling us your story. in ENGLISH, please."
"Why of course, Professor."
LK: ok, ppl, tell me if this is any good, b/c if it isn't, I won't bother posting the rest. I'm going to write most of this before hand and edit it to fit your requests in your reviews. sooo, if you want the next Chapter, you better review, ok? Ok. And as I said, I'm sorry about the technical error about the "mind-reading" for any nit-picking readers.