*~Sorry about that last cliff hanger, I'm not very good with them.~*
Kylie let forth a stream of colorful curses when she spotted her bandage on the floor, but
the damage was done. They had seen her scar. Hermione's eyes were darting from
Harry's scar to Kylie's, almost as if she was watching a tennis match. Harry was opening
and closing his mouth, (bearing a striking resemblance to a goldfish) and started to
sputter, "But-who-where-how-what?" Kylie held up her hand, silencing Harry and
drawing Hermione's eyes back to her face. She sank into her seat for a second time, took
a deep breath, and told them her story: "First of all, I lied. My name is really Kylie Potter.
Harry I'm your twin sister; fraternal twin that is. When Voldemort came to our house
sixteen years ago, I was there too. I received an identical scar to yours. Dumbledore then
took me to America to live with a foster family for my own protection. He even put a
Memory charm on anyone who knew I existed. I have no idea why he did this or what he
was protecting me from, but that's what he told me." Kylie felt her explanation was a
little brief, but it seemed to satisfy them. The rest of the train ride passed uneventfully. A
plump woman pushing a trolley full of sweets came by, but she was the only one who
bothered the four friends. When they finally arrived at Hogwarts for the Welcome feast,
Kylie felt all but welcome. People were whispering even more now because Kylie had
removed her bandage, and some even gazed openly. When Hermione steered Kylie into
the Great Hall, Kylie gasped. There were thousands of candles floating above four long
tables, which were laden with glittering gold plates and goblets. Another table stood at
the front where all the teachers were already assembled. But, perhaps the most
extraordinary of all was the ceiling, if there truly was one. It looked exactly like the night
sky, as though the hall simply opened into the heavens. "It's bewitched," said Ron,
noticing where Kylie was looking. Dumbledore was standing up in front of the tables
next to a tattered hat on a stool. He beckoned Kylie forward, staring over his half-moon
glasses. Kylie bade them goodbye and hurried to where Dumbledore stood waiting. "Put
on the hat, you know what to do," he murmured. He had told her what she would have to
do, but Kylie didn't know what would happen. So she plopped down on the stool as
Dumbledore gently placed the hat on her head. It went all the way down over her eyes;
blocking her view of the hall. A little voice spoke in her ear: "Don't be afraid. I'm the
Sorting hat; I'm going to put you into the house you are most suited for. Now, let's see
here, yes. Ravenclaw may be the place for you, you've got the brains. Oh, but theres
plenty of cunning. Perhaps Slytherin? My, my, my, you are very hard to place. Plenty of
courage, just like your brother. I think that you will be best in: GRYFFINDOR!" the hat
shouted the last word to the entire hall. Since there was no real ceremony, about a
hundred people jumped when the hat shouted and Harry, Ron, and Hermione cheered.
Kylie yanked the hat off and scurried down to the Gryffindor table to sit between
Hermione and Harry. As everyone settled into their seats, Dumbledore stood up, beaming
at them all. "I have some good news! Our exchange student has arrived all the way from
America. Now, when I tell you her name you may not believe me, so I will tell you her
story also. Her name is Kylie Potter." After her name was called, Kylie stopped listening.
She knew her own story, and he wasn't going to tell them anything else. She busied
herself with inspecting her empty plate and goblet. Why did they call this a feast if there
was no food? Were they supposed to charm it there? Kylie set her plate down (she had
been searching the bottom) and looked up to see a long line of short, scared looking kids.
A witch with a tight bun and stern expression had a piece of parchment in her hand and
began reading off names. As each of their names were called, that person stumbled out of
line, sat on the stool Kylie had, placed the Sorting hat on their head, and the hat shrieked
a house name out to the entire hall. "The Sorting," Harry said helpfully. Kylie nodded,
showing she understood. As the last person was sorted into Ravenclaw, Kylie felt things
had gone far enough. The Sorting was over and still not a crumb of food was in sight.
Kylie gazed around the hall and saw people staring at the plates, as though expecting
food to appear out of thin air. But, low and behold, that's exactly what it did. Kylie
gasped as heaps of pork chops, steak, pot roast, steak and kidney pie, Shepherds pie,
potatoes, cooked carrots, ketchup, mustard, and after dinner mints appeared on the plates
in front of her. Kylie helped herself to a little of everything, even the Shepherds pie,
which wasn't an American dish. She lifted a forkful of the pie to her mouth amid the
shouts of Dean and Seamus (other Gryffindors): "Go! Go! Go!" But Kylie only spat it out
and chugged down her goblet of pumpkin juice. The entire group around them had burst
out laughing and Kylie glared at Ron and Harry, who fell out of their chairs, shaking with
glee. Ron pulled himself up and pointed across the table, where Dean and Seamus were
sitting and fell over once again, tears rolling down his face. Kylie glanced in the direction
he pointed and she had to hang on to Hermione for support as she too was overcome by
laughter. It turns out, Kylie had spit all of her Shepherds pie on Dean and Seamus, who
were looking very disgruntled at the fact half chewed pie was clinging to their robes and
dripping out of their hair. The group of Gryffindors still laughing were banging their fists
on the table and causing such a raucous that Dumbledore had to silence them with a
purple firecracker out of his wand. Seamus cleaned himself and Dean with a wave of his
wand and said, "Kylie, I think you should stick with your steak from now on; we don't
want steak and kidney pie covering us next." "Oh, but it's such a good look for you two!"
Ron exclaimed. Harry snorted into his pot roast. Kylie took Seamus' advice, but with a
wave of her wand, covered Harry and Ron in half chewed steak and kidney pie. "No, I
think it looks better on you Ron," Kylie said thoughtfully. Now it was Dean and Seamus'
turn to fall over laughing. When the feast finally ended, practically the entire table had
been covered in half chewed food at least once, and they were all very cheerful about it.
*~No cliff hanger here; I've given up on them. Thank you for reading my story and don't forget to send me your reviews! I want to improve my writing, you tell me how I need to!~*
Kylie let forth a stream of colorful curses when she spotted her bandage on the floor, but
the damage was done. They had seen her scar. Hermione's eyes were darting from
Harry's scar to Kylie's, almost as if she was watching a tennis match. Harry was opening
and closing his mouth, (bearing a striking resemblance to a goldfish) and started to
sputter, "But-who-where-how-what?" Kylie held up her hand, silencing Harry and
drawing Hermione's eyes back to her face. She sank into her seat for a second time, took
a deep breath, and told them her story: "First of all, I lied. My name is really Kylie Potter.
Harry I'm your twin sister; fraternal twin that is. When Voldemort came to our house
sixteen years ago, I was there too. I received an identical scar to yours. Dumbledore then
took me to America to live with a foster family for my own protection. He even put a
Memory charm on anyone who knew I existed. I have no idea why he did this or what he
was protecting me from, but that's what he told me." Kylie felt her explanation was a
little brief, but it seemed to satisfy them. The rest of the train ride passed uneventfully. A
plump woman pushing a trolley full of sweets came by, but she was the only one who
bothered the four friends. When they finally arrived at Hogwarts for the Welcome feast,
Kylie felt all but welcome. People were whispering even more now because Kylie had
removed her bandage, and some even gazed openly. When Hermione steered Kylie into
the Great Hall, Kylie gasped. There were thousands of candles floating above four long
tables, which were laden with glittering gold plates and goblets. Another table stood at
the front where all the teachers were already assembled. But, perhaps the most
extraordinary of all was the ceiling, if there truly was one. It looked exactly like the night
sky, as though the hall simply opened into the heavens. "It's bewitched," said Ron,
noticing where Kylie was looking. Dumbledore was standing up in front of the tables
next to a tattered hat on a stool. He beckoned Kylie forward, staring over his half-moon
glasses. Kylie bade them goodbye and hurried to where Dumbledore stood waiting. "Put
on the hat, you know what to do," he murmured. He had told her what she would have to
do, but Kylie didn't know what would happen. So she plopped down on the stool as
Dumbledore gently placed the hat on her head. It went all the way down over her eyes;
blocking her view of the hall. A little voice spoke in her ear: "Don't be afraid. I'm the
Sorting hat; I'm going to put you into the house you are most suited for. Now, let's see
here, yes. Ravenclaw may be the place for you, you've got the brains. Oh, but theres
plenty of cunning. Perhaps Slytherin? My, my, my, you are very hard to place. Plenty of
courage, just like your brother. I think that you will be best in: GRYFFINDOR!" the hat
shouted the last word to the entire hall. Since there was no real ceremony, about a
hundred people jumped when the hat shouted and Harry, Ron, and Hermione cheered.
Kylie yanked the hat off and scurried down to the Gryffindor table to sit between
Hermione and Harry. As everyone settled into their seats, Dumbledore stood up, beaming
at them all. "I have some good news! Our exchange student has arrived all the way from
America. Now, when I tell you her name you may not believe me, so I will tell you her
story also. Her name is Kylie Potter." After her name was called, Kylie stopped listening.
She knew her own story, and he wasn't going to tell them anything else. She busied
herself with inspecting her empty plate and goblet. Why did they call this a feast if there
was no food? Were they supposed to charm it there? Kylie set her plate down (she had
been searching the bottom) and looked up to see a long line of short, scared looking kids.
A witch with a tight bun and stern expression had a piece of parchment in her hand and
began reading off names. As each of their names were called, that person stumbled out of
line, sat on the stool Kylie had, placed the Sorting hat on their head, and the hat shrieked
a house name out to the entire hall. "The Sorting," Harry said helpfully. Kylie nodded,
showing she understood. As the last person was sorted into Ravenclaw, Kylie felt things
had gone far enough. The Sorting was over and still not a crumb of food was in sight.
Kylie gazed around the hall and saw people staring at the plates, as though expecting
food to appear out of thin air. But, low and behold, that's exactly what it did. Kylie
gasped as heaps of pork chops, steak, pot roast, steak and kidney pie, Shepherds pie,
potatoes, cooked carrots, ketchup, mustard, and after dinner mints appeared on the plates
in front of her. Kylie helped herself to a little of everything, even the Shepherds pie,
which wasn't an American dish. She lifted a forkful of the pie to her mouth amid the
shouts of Dean and Seamus (other Gryffindors): "Go! Go! Go!" But Kylie only spat it out
and chugged down her goblet of pumpkin juice. The entire group around them had burst
out laughing and Kylie glared at Ron and Harry, who fell out of their chairs, shaking with
glee. Ron pulled himself up and pointed across the table, where Dean and Seamus were
sitting and fell over once again, tears rolling down his face. Kylie glanced in the direction
he pointed and she had to hang on to Hermione for support as she too was overcome by
laughter. It turns out, Kylie had spit all of her Shepherds pie on Dean and Seamus, who
were looking very disgruntled at the fact half chewed pie was clinging to their robes and
dripping out of their hair. The group of Gryffindors still laughing were banging their fists
on the table and causing such a raucous that Dumbledore had to silence them with a
purple firecracker out of his wand. Seamus cleaned himself and Dean with a wave of his
wand and said, "Kylie, I think you should stick with your steak from now on; we don't
want steak and kidney pie covering us next." "Oh, but it's such a good look for you two!"
Ron exclaimed. Harry snorted into his pot roast. Kylie took Seamus' advice, but with a
wave of her wand, covered Harry and Ron in half chewed steak and kidney pie. "No, I
think it looks better on you Ron," Kylie said thoughtfully. Now it was Dean and Seamus'
turn to fall over laughing. When the feast finally ended, practically the entire table had
been covered in half chewed food at least once, and they were all very cheerful about it.
*~No cliff hanger here; I've given up on them. Thank you for reading my story and don't forget to send me your reviews! I want to improve my writing, you tell me how I need to!~*