Disclaimer: I do not own Hogwarts, any of the Weasleys, Harry, or the burrow. Those are all property of J.K. Rowling. I do own Sophie, and Timothy Weasley. I am not making any money off this! (Which isn't fair if you ask me! ( )

The Forgotten Sister

Chapter One

Harry James Potter woke up, head spinning. It took him a few minutes to realize that he safe at the burrow. He had been dreaming about his parent's death, which he had been imagining time after time ever since his encounter with the dementors, three long years ago.

Harry stood up, and walked quietly out of the room, so not to disturb his best friend Ronald Weasley, and the newest addition to the Weasley family, two-year-old Timothy Weasley, both of whom he was sharing a room with. Harry snuck downstairs to the Weasley kitchen, where pots where cleaning themselves, and French toast and eggs were already cooking themselves.

Harry opened a cabinet, and grabbed a self-filling glass, and filled it with water, then he opened the back door, and walked outside, finally making himself comfortable sitting in the grass next to the garden where millions of gnomes were running wild. Harry and the rest of the Weasleys would be boarding the Hogwarts Express in a few short hours, and Harry could go where he truly belongs, Hogwarts.

Harry sat up abruptly as he heard the back door open and shut behind him. He turned to see little Timmy running towards him, full as energy as he always was even at six in the morning. Before Timmy came up and sat beside him, he ran into the garden, and threw a gnome out beyond the fence.

"Hi." He said importantly to Harry. "I can throw them over the fence now." "Cool." Said Harry, "I can't even throw them that far." Harry looked at Timmy's face, which was bright and eager, even this early in the morning.

"I'm gonna beat George." Timmy exclaimed, "Then, he won't be able to make fun of me anymore." Timmy smiled up at Harry, who smiled back. "Harry, do you have any brothers or sisters?" asked the boy curiously.

Harry shook his head.

"You can have George if you really want him." Said Timothy. "Thanks." Said Harry, "But you'll want him later on. Why don't you go back upstairs, I'll be there in a second." Timothy got up, and scrambled back inside the burrow without protesting.

Harry looked up at the moon, wondering about what Timothy had said. Had he had a brother or sister? Was it something like Sirius Black, who had been Harry's godfather for his whole life, and yet no one found it important to tell Harry? Harry shook his head again, and turned around to head back into the burrow.

Sophie looked up into the moonlight that was shining into the orphanage through her small window, wondering wistfully if her real parents were looking upon the same moon. She wondered if her parents were out there right now looking for her, hoping to find her, as much as she was hoping to find them.

She shook her head at this. That was every orphan's dream, every orphan wished there mothers and fathers were out looking for them, and then one morning at breakfast, they would sweep in and take them away to live in a mansion, where they would all be a happy family until they died.

Sophie looked out the window again. Her brilliantly green eyes looked down at the street to see a very shaggy black dog looking up at her, almost transfixed. Sophie ignored it, and layback down quietly, so not to disturb the girls she was sharing the room with. She pulled her ponytail holder out of her red hair, and rested her head down on the pillow, waiting for sleep to whisk her away.

The next morning Sophie was being shaken roughly awake by the warden of the orphanage. "Wake up you little brat." She ordered harshly. "There is a man downstairs, a very rich man named Sirius Dursley, who is looking to adopt a girl around eleven years old, and you're the only one we got so get into something decent, smile, and for god's sake behave yourself, it's about time we get rid of you!"

"Good Morning to you to!" said Sophie rather annoyed. She pulled on some pants and a sweatshirt, and pulled back her hair. Anything was better then the orphanage, she thought as she ran down the stairs to the lobby. She stopped dead. The man standing in front of her had shaggy black hair, exactly like the hair of the dog she had seen early that morning.

A/N: Dun, Dun, DUN! Okay pretty lame but the next chapter will come very soon, and I promise it'll be better! This is only my first story, cut me some slack! Please Review!