Chapter 1
Summary: This story is about Harry Potter and his sister. Will be a romance in a few
chapters-quite a few actually. In the mean time bear with me, I have to set up the story first.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling, or anything to do with the Harry
Potter corporation. But someday when I rule the world, I will own EVERYTHING!!!! MU HU
HAHAHAHA! Sorry I got a little carried away there… …
I stood on the hill overlooking Kings Cross Station. I sat down the cat carrier that I was
holding, put the backpack on my sore shoulders down onto the grassy ground, and looked
down upon the train station.
'My brother's probably in there right now.' I thought. Sure enough, there was the Dursley's
car parked in the parking lot, exhaust pouring out from behind it. I took off my sunglasses
and squinted as the sun hit my eyes.
I looked into the mirror-like lenses and saw that my scar was covered up. My bright green
eyes were huge rings against my tiny pupils. The hot fall day would be one of the last, and it
had gone by so quickly.
I sat down to contemplate my thoughts. It had only been that week that I had found out by
Albus Dumbledore that the one and only Harry Potter was my brother. I had been shocked
and had had a thousand thoughts racing through my mind until he tried to explain. He told
me about the origin of my scar and how my real parents had died, that my parents that I
lived with now were only my foster parents, and that my real brother was on the other side
of the world.
That had answered a few of the questions, but that had just left room for a thousand more.
My life had been a complete lie? My friends really hadn't known me since I was born? My
real mom and dad had been a witch and wizard? Who was this Voldemort he spoke so lowly
about? What was going on here?
He then told me where to find Diagon Alley (whatever that was) and Kings Cross Station
and to be on the Hogwarts Express on September 1. He then gave me a list and said that I
could find anything in Diagon Alley and to find EVERYTHING. He gave me some money to
buy the things with and apparently forgot to tell me what the heck they were.
Then he explained about Hogwarts, and that just made me more confused! So I just told him
not to worry about it and to relax, that everything would be okay and I would be on the
Hogwarts Express on the first. After that, every other day I would get a letter from a brown
barn owl, asking how I was and if I had any doubts. After appearing in my fireplace, he left
me alone.
And now here I was, ready to go to a school that I didn't even belong in.
I put my sunglasses back on and checked my watch. Only 20 minutes left before the
Hogwarts Express left Kings Cross. I sighed and stood up, stretched my legs, picked up the
cat carrier, heaved my backpack back onto my still aching shoulders, and started walking
down the hill. Little did I know that that walk would change my life in more than one way.
Forever.
Summary: This story is about Harry Potter and his sister. Will be a romance in a few
chapters-quite a few actually. In the mean time bear with me, I have to set up the story first.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling, or anything to do with the Harry
Potter corporation. But someday when I rule the world, I will own EVERYTHING!!!! MU HU
HAHAHAHA! Sorry I got a little carried away there… …
I stood on the hill overlooking Kings Cross Station. I sat down the cat carrier that I was
holding, put the backpack on my sore shoulders down onto the grassy ground, and looked
down upon the train station.
'My brother's probably in there right now.' I thought. Sure enough, there was the Dursley's
car parked in the parking lot, exhaust pouring out from behind it. I took off my sunglasses
and squinted as the sun hit my eyes.
I looked into the mirror-like lenses and saw that my scar was covered up. My bright green
eyes were huge rings against my tiny pupils. The hot fall day would be one of the last, and it
had gone by so quickly.
I sat down to contemplate my thoughts. It had only been that week that I had found out by
Albus Dumbledore that the one and only Harry Potter was my brother. I had been shocked
and had had a thousand thoughts racing through my mind until he tried to explain. He told
me about the origin of my scar and how my real parents had died, that my parents that I
lived with now were only my foster parents, and that my real brother was on the other side
of the world.
That had answered a few of the questions, but that had just left room for a thousand more.
My life had been a complete lie? My friends really hadn't known me since I was born? My
real mom and dad had been a witch and wizard? Who was this Voldemort he spoke so lowly
about? What was going on here?
He then told me where to find Diagon Alley (whatever that was) and Kings Cross Station
and to be on the Hogwarts Express on September 1. He then gave me a list and said that I
could find anything in Diagon Alley and to find EVERYTHING. He gave me some money to
buy the things with and apparently forgot to tell me what the heck they were.
Then he explained about Hogwarts, and that just made me more confused! So I just told him
not to worry about it and to relax, that everything would be okay and I would be on the
Hogwarts Express on the first. After that, every other day I would get a letter from a brown
barn owl, asking how I was and if I had any doubts. After appearing in my fireplace, he left
me alone.
And now here I was, ready to go to a school that I didn't even belong in.
I put my sunglasses back on and checked my watch. Only 20 minutes left before the
Hogwarts Express left Kings Cross. I sighed and stood up, stretched my legs, picked up the
cat carrier, heaved my backpack back onto my still aching shoulders, and started walking
down the hill. Little did I know that that walk would change my life in more than one way.
Forever.