Chapter 2……
"My name is Professor McGonigil. And I wish all first years to line up, and march in and stand infront of the Sorting Hat. On the count of three...1....2....3..." Professor McGonigil said leading the first years into the Great Hall.

"Wow!" whispered Harrietta aloud as she entered the hall. Despite the fact she was six years older than the first years, and was starting on her 6th year she still had to be sorted, hence her start off with the First years. She paid no attention to the sorting hat as it sang it's song, she had eyes only for Harry who's eyes she had meet moments after entering the Great Hall. He looked exactly like in her dream, and if she hadn't been told they were brother and sister, she never would have guessed. His hair was straight, and black, hers curly, and red- brown-blond colored, they had the same eyes, however, and that was what captured her attention for the moment for as soon as she had seen him she had begun to hear his thoughts, as Magorian had told her she would.

Her mouth dropped open and her eyes filled with tears because what Harry was thinking about her was rather rude. "Tall weirdo, trying to copy my scar! What a Git!" but what happened next made Harry's mouth drop.

Harrietta mentally answered his comment by mentally saying "You're the Git!" Immediately he turned to Hermione, and told her what happened while the sorting continued.

"Othnel Numlige." called Professor McGonigil.

"Hufflepuff!" cried the Sorting Hat.

"Harrietta Pot...." Professor McGonigil double checked the list and then finished, "Harrietta Potter."

Harrietta stepped foreword ignoring the whispers in the Great Hall, and placed the hat on her head.

"Potter! Hmmm....Another one eh? You gonna tell me where to put you?" The hat asked Harrietta.

"Umm, I dunno." thought Harrietta.

"Your brother did, you know. You are very smart, Hufflepuff, might do...." The sorting hat mused.

"Please, do you think I could be where my brother is? I don't care if it is Slythern...Just as long as I am with him." Harrietta thought desperately.

"Cut of the same cloth you are....Asking....well you have shown that since you are brave(to go to Slythern, only dark wizards come out) honest, (you did ask to be put somewhere), and loyal (you wanted to be with your brother, no-matter what would happen to you) that means you belong(with your brother) in ....Gryffindor! The sorting hat finished announcing her house aloud.

"Thank you!" cried Harrietta mentally, tearing off the hat and rushing to join Harry's table.

"What do you want?" Harry demanded as she arrived at the table.

"A seat, and to talk to you...And yes the scar is real....no I did not do it to myself!" Harrietta answered both to the spoken and mental questions.

"What?!?! I didn't....How did you?!?!?...."Harry stammered.

"I'm....Well,....I have a special connection with you.....You see, I'm...."Harrietta started and then looked to Firenze for conformation that she should tell Harry the truth.

"Yeah right! What kind of connection?" Harry asked his eyebrows furrowed.
After Firenze confirmed that she should tell the truth Harrietta said slowly "Well, You are not going to believe this, ...but it is the truth, and you can ask Dumbledore....No I am not crazy...You are my brother."

"You are crazy! I'm an only child...What right..."Harry began.

"I have every right bro..." Harrietta began

"Aaagh!" Harry and Harrietta cried together hands on their scars.

"What do you think you are doing?" Harry demanded of Harrietta immediately after the pain had faded from their heads.

"I told you...special connection!!! I feel pain in my scar just like you do when Voldemort feels an emotion... I've been trying to tell you..." Harrietta started.

"You could have picked up that information from anywhere....Give me real proof you are Harry's brother." Hermione demanded.

"Well, other than stating all of the info about us, and our parents, your home life, and schooling, I can tell you about...." Harrietta started and then after glancing around furtively and then leaned close to Harry's ear before hissing, "Sirius Black."

"What! How...what can you say?" Hermione and Harry demanded together.

"First, I am calling your bluff Harry. Second, I know he is our Godfather, he was not the secret keeper, nor did he kill Peter. Third, I speak in the past because he was killed in the Ministry of Magic's department of secrets..."Harrietta then bowed her head and leaned in and whispered to Harry, "That mirror can be fixed to work you know...Yes, I can tell what you are thinking."

"Well, you could have...Tell us something else" Hermione stated

"How did you know about the mirror??!?" Harry demanded at the same time.

"I can read your mind! I keep telling you!!.......hmmm...Oh!....The prophesy, Harry, I know the Prophesy." Harrietta said.

"What?!? Not even Ron or Hermione knows that! How did you....?" Harry asked jumping from his seat.

"Block it from your mind and I will tell you it. I was told it by Magorian the centaur who raised me. I was also told a bit of the prophesy that only the centaurs know...." Harrietta closed her eyes and then spoke softly so only Harry, Ron, and Hermione could hear her, "' The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...And the Dark Lord will Mark him as his equal, But he will have power the Dark Lord knows not....And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...' that is the part Dumbledore knows and has shared with you, Harry. The second part was not be revealed to Dumbledore or you until I was ready. This is the second bit, '...There is a power possessed by this child that is greater than anything anywhere. It is his heart, his missing part of his heart, that will only be rejoined to him when it is ready, and has seen him in a dream.' That bit was referring to me, your fraternal twin sister! You can not vanquish Voldemort with out the missing part of your heart." Harrietta finished, "Am I right?"

"I dunno...You got the first bit right, but should I trust you about the second bit?" Harry answered after a moment of dubious scilence.