"But Father I don't want to go to Hogwarts, why can't we stay here in Australia?" I say, but my father doesn't change his mind not that I ever expected him to. The trip to England was short as was to be expected when you were travelling by port-key. That's when I first met him, Lord Voldermort. He was a lot shorter in person than I imagined that he would be, I was also introduced to many of the death eaters, the one my father seemed to think was of the most importance was a man I can only remember as Malfoy. But it was his son that drew me to remember that much, his name was Draco and he couldn't have been any older than me when he took my hand it sent shiver through my whole body and that was the last time I saw the blonde. You see that's what my father is, a death eater, he was the leader of the Australian group until Voldermort invited him back to work directly for him here in England. I hated England but my father and mother seemed to love it, I found it much to cold being used to Australia's much warmer climate.

As we packed my father seemed to become more and more annoyed with the little things, so much so that my mother asked me to clear out my father's office and pack everything away. Using my wand I lift parchment out of his desk and place it into the box continuing the process over and over again. When I got to the bottom drawer I tried to open it and found I couldn't,

"Alohamora." I said and the lock clicked, pulling the drawer open I wonder what my father would have under lock, looking at the parchment it mostly just looked like official things and as I pick them up a photo fell to the floor. Picking it up I smile as I see it's a photo of myself as a baby. But then I frown as I look at the baby that was lying beside me in the photo, it was a boy I knew that and somehow he looked like me. But that was impossible, I didn't have any siblings my mother told me on my 16th birthday that she couldn't have any other children but she was happy with me, that was the only time I ever felt like she really loved me. As I stood there staring at the photo I didn't notice my father enter the room and come up behind me,

"What are you looking at?" father said with a slight growl in his voice, I lift my eyes from the photo and smile slightly,

"Nothing really father, just an old photo of me." I said before grabbing the last of the papers and placing them in the box with everything else from the room. Father nodded as he looked around the room,

"Thank you for packing this up for me Sara, we will be leaving soon so make sure everything is packed." He said before turning and leaving me with my thoughts and the photo,

"Who are you?" I said softly to the photo touching the dark hair that was so much like my own used to be, and quickly I shoved the photo in my pocket and taped up the box of father's things.

As I walked into the Great Room with the first years I could feel all eyes on me, I was to old to be a first year and they all knew it. Ignoring the stares I moved to the front of the group, Professor McGonagall said that she would call me first,
"Sara Carson." She said and I took a step forward taking a seat onto the stool and looking coolly as everyone watched and waited for the response of the sorting hat. The hat was silent for a moment before starting it's soft whispers to me 'Well, well, well what do we have here. Oh yes, well that is interesting isn't it. Now where shall I put you? No, no I couldn't put you there...' I looked over the crowd for faces, seeing most of the ones I knew at the Slytherin table I smiled slightly as I looked to Draco and froze slightly as I caught his gaze in mine. Quickly turning away I started to look over the Gryffindor table my eyes falling across a face that I thought that I knew but I wasn't sure where I thought I knew them from, his piercing green eyes a mirror of my own. Almost forgetting where I was I tried to lift from the chair, I wanted to get closer to the boy, but the power of the hat made me stay seated, and I waited,
"SLYTHERIN!" the hat yelled and I slightly smiled with relief father would be most proud that I made it into the best house, in his opinion anyway. Making my way to the Slytherin table I noticed some faces that I knew from the death-eaters meeting, Draco moved over slightly away from the girl at his side whose name I was sure I didn't know,

"Sara." He said and motioned to the space beside him. Sitting beside him, I felt the warmth of his body beside me and I smiled, finally feeling like I belonged somewhere.

I was sitting in the common room, working on my potions assignment. Potions was the only lesson that I found hard, everything else just seemed to work for me but Potions was a complete mystery to me. Slamming shut the book I had been reading I sit back in the chair and sigh, closing my eyes I try to work through the potion in my head. As I felt the weight of someone sitting beside me I lifted my head not opening my eyes as I said,

"Can I help you?" even though I knew most of the people here I still wasn't very welcome. I could feel the whispers surround me as I sat in the common room and I hated it.

"Well actually I was thinking I could help you." I heard the voice from the body beside me say, opening my eyes I see it was Draco sitting beside me. I open my eyes and turn to him my eyes full of suspicion and Draco just smiled,

"You seem to be having problems with the Potions assignment. If you start failing you'll lose house points. And we don't want lose house points especially in Potions." I nod just looking into his stormy grey eyes, I had never noticed how cute Draco was. But I quickly shrugged the feeling off; Draco just wanted to win the house cup.

"So how are you going to help me?" I said to him, and he leaned forward piling up my books and put them in my bag,

"Come on we'll go to the library." He said I nodded quickly scooping up my book bag and following Draco out the common room door.

The walk to the library was long and to me slightly confusing, I still wasn't used to the school and found myself getting lost at times. Draco went near the back of the library and pulled out a chair motioning for me to sit. I quickly pulled my books and parchment out sitting down and opening the Potions textbook to the potion that I had been having problems with. Draco sat beside me leaning in and looking over the potion and then at my parchment,

"Look that's your problem." He said pointing at my parchment, and I looked leaning closer to him and I smiled slightly as the aroma of his cologne tickled at my nose, it smelt expensive and manly, just how I thought of Draco. As we read and fixed up my assignment I didn't notice how quickly time went by until I glanced up to see Professor McGonagall standing on the other side of the table. Biting my bottom lip I nudge Draco in the side and he looks up from the parchment,

"Professor, can I help you?" he said, her eyebrows lifted and she glanced to her watch,

"Well Mister Malfoy although you are Head Boy it is after hours and Miss Carson should be in bed." She said and I glanced to Draco and I could see he was starting to get angry,

"I'm sorry Professor, it's my fault I asked Draco to help me with my Potions homework and we just lost track of time. We will head back to the common room right now." I said quickly I wasn't sure whether Draco would have said anything to the Professor but I wasn't going to take any chances. She just nodded and I quickly packed up my things and took Draco by the arm pulling him past McGonagall and out the library door.

"Sorry" I said softly looking down at my feet releasing his arm and taking a step away, I knew I had over stepped myself. Draco stepped to me shaking his head,

"Don't be, if you didn't pull me out of there, I'm sure I would have said something I would have regretted." I look up my face inches away from his, I pull back but doesn't, he just frowns slightly,

"Well we better go back then." He said taking me by the hand and leading me back to the common room.

It had been over a week since McGonagall caught Draco and I late that night in the library and he hasn't talked to me since. I knew it was too good to be true Draco must have surely had some sort of drug that night to be so nice to me. Although I did get the best mark I have ever gotten in Potions on that one assignment, Professor Snape didn't question my parchment, I knew he checked to make sure we wrote it but he never said a word.

3 weeks later...

"Sara can you please come with me?" Snape approached me in the common room; I was working on a History of Magic assignment, I nodded and quickly pack my things away in my book bag. I followed him through the corridors unsure where we were headed. When we arrived at the doorway to Dumbledore's office I was standing behind Snape as he took me to the statue,

"Sherbet Lemon" he said to the statue and it started to move, he motioned to the stairs,

"Dumbledore will be waiting for you." He said waiting for me to move, quickly moving onto the step I watch as he walks away. When I reach the top I hear Dumbledore talking with someone, I frown and then knock on the door. Without stopping the conversation the door opens and I step inside and the door closes behind me,

"Professor Dumbledore you wished to see me?" I said softly still not able to see whom he was talking to.

"Oh yes Sara please come in." he waved his hand and I walked into the room and I see that the person Dumbledore was talking to was Draco. I frowned, confused, Draco had never said a good word about Dumbledore and it looked to me that they had just been having a normal conversation.

"Thank you Draco that will be all." Draco just nodded with a grunt and left giving me a smile as he walked past.

I stepped forward and sat in the chair that Draco had just been sitting in. When I sat I could still feel the warmth in the chair left from his body. For just a moment I sit thinking about Draco before Dumbledore speaks,

"Sara." I look up and see that Dumbledore was watching me. Feeling a little silly I looked straight at him and asked what needed to be asked,

"Sir, why did you call me here?" Dumbledore just smiled,

"I'm glad to see you went straight to the point. Do you know why you were sent here?" he asked me, I bit my lip and slid my hand into my pocket fingering the edge of the old photo. I had finally found out that the other baby in the photo was none other than Harry Potter, before he was the boy who lived. I shook my head; maybe Dumbledore would be able to give me the answers that I so desired to have. Dumbledore just smiled,

"Sara what colour is your hair?" he asked me cryptically, I frowned for a moment looking at the light coloured ends of my hair, no one except for my parents knew that my hair was truly black. I don't know why but they had coloured since I went to magic school back in Australia.

"Blonde sir." I replied lifting up the ends of my hair, Dumbledore smiled again lifting from his chair and picking up his wand, muttering a spell under his breath I felt a tingle go through my head and I looked at my hair. I gasped, my hair was black, I twirled in it my fingers trying to figure out what to say,

"What... What did you do?" I stammer out, looking up at him,

"Sara, do you know who you really are?" he asked. What kind of a question was that of course I knew who I was, I was Sara Carson. Daughter of a death-eater, and to one day be a death-eater myself, I had no choice, and it was either become a death-eater or become dead. I knew which I preferred. Dumbledore must have taken my silence as a no,

"Sara I assume that you know the boy Harry Potter?" I nodded, of course I knew who Harry Potter was, but what did he have to do with anything.

"I saw that you dropped this on Monday." He said producing a piece of paper, taking a closer look I discover that it is the photo that I had found in my father's study.

"Do you know who that is in the photo with you Sara?" he asked I hadn't answered many of his questions since I had entered his office but he seemed to know what I was thinking,

"No..." I replied in a small voice afraid of the answer,

"That little boy is Harry Potter, your twin brother." I took in a deep breath, and shook my head,

"No that is impossible, my parents are Michelle and Nathaniel Carson, I...I can not be Harry Potter's twin. No you're wrong. Harry Potter doesn't have any magical family left. Just those Muggles he lives with..." I said my voice trailing off in the realisation that my whole life was a lie.

"Sara." Dumbledore said as he placed his hand on my shoulder, I lifted my head I wasn't sure what to think anymore. Was Dumbledore telling me the truth, did Harry Potter had a twin sister, and was I that twin? There was so much I didn't know,

"Whether you believe me or not that boy in the photo is Harry Potter. But Sara, be careful who you tell about this some people might try and use it against you." He said, I just nodded I wanted to tell Draco, badly, but would he reject me if he found out that I was Potter's twin...