A/N- back again. This is chap two! I hope you all liked chap one, and I hope you all like this! I hope the whole idea isn't too far fetched. OK, maybe it is. but, hey it could have happened. Anyways, let's just get to the story!

Disclamer- I don't own anything. It all belongs to the great JK Rowling and all the Harry Potter people. Unfortunately, I'm not on their payroll.

Erika

The next morning I woke in the closet, where I slept (it is actually a bit comfortable when you spread blankets all around it), to yelling.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO LET THAT ANIMAL OUT!" yelled one voice, who I presumed was Uncle Vernon.

"He needs to fly!" protested the second one, Harry.

"I WON'T HAVE OUR NEIGHBORS SEEING IT!" Uncle Vernon yelled.

I listened, this being the first real argument I'd heard in 4 Privet Drive. I was still lying against my bag, which served as my pillow.

After five minutes, I heard two sets of feet come up the stairs, one heavy and the other more light. I cracked open the door to the closet just a little, just enough for me to see through.

I saw Harry with a heavy, big, man, who I guessed was Uncle Vernon. Uncle Vernon was taking Harry's owl and locking him back into the cage. I caught a glimpse of the letter tied to his leg. I looked up at Uncle Vernon, wondering why he wasn't taking the letter.

He doesn't see it, I realized. I was glad. That letter could hold the truth about me.

A moment later Uncle Vernon left the room, leaving Harry alone. Harry bent down, and stuck his arm through the cage, managing to untie the letter and get it out. He opened it, and read it.

"Erika," he hissed, "It's from Dumbledore."

I opened the door some more and crawled out. It felt good to actually be in a larger space then the small, dark, closet.

"What does it say?" I whispered.

Harry handed it to me, and I read it.

Dear Mr. Harry and Miss Erika Potter,

How nice it is to see those two words side by side. How nice it is to know you are side by side! Your parents would be happy. To answer your question, Mr. Potter, yes, Erika is your sister. As Miss Jones said, your parents sent Erika into the future, with out anyone knowing of her birth, to keep her safe. It is finally time to set things straight, to set everything straight. Mr. Potter, you must understand, we could not tell you before. You would have wanted to go looking for her, and therfore you would have brought out the secret we so elaboratly hid. Now, when she is finally old enough to be brought to Hogwarts, the secret can be revealed. I pray that you will tell very few, only the ones who need to know. As you are now together, you are a very ripe target for Voldemort. I pray you will find somewhere safe. On a lighter note, welcome back to the world that you belong in, Miss Potter. And Mr. Potter, meet your sister, Erika Potter.

Albus Dumbledore

"So, I guess this is it?" I asked, "It's true."

Harry nodded.

There was silence.

"What now?" I asked.

"We leave," Harry said, "Dumbledore wants us to get somewhere safe. Diagon Alley sounds good. We can't stay here. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia won't keep you. That's the best we can do."

"Allright," I agreed, "I'm ready."

* * * Same time As told by Megan Riddle

I was sitting in a corner table at the Leaky Cauldron. A bowl of soup sat in front of me, but I wasn't eating it. I sipped some pumpkin juice as I read my book. The door from the streets of London opened and shut, and Mr. Castem walked in. He made his way over to me, and I looked up from my book.

"Megan," he said, "We've found a place for you to go."

"Really? Where?" I asked.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Mr. Castem answered, "Dumbledore is enrolling you with your age group. You'll be in the first year."

"School?" I asked, "Is it safe?"

"Very safe, Megan. You'll be safe there, Professor Dumbledore will make sure of that. Also, you can live as a regular student," Mr. Castem answered.

I was silent, then whispered, "Not with my last name. Mr. Castem, is it possible to keep my identity a secret from the students? It might cause an uproar, you know."

Mr. Castem nodded, thinking.

"Yes, I suppose," he answered. "What would you like to be known as?"

"I could go by my mother's maiden name. Very few know her, and even less know her as a dark witch," I said.

"Allright, then. Just write it on this paper, and I'll send it to Dumbledore," Mr. Castem agreed.

I took his quill, and wrote Megan Alhide Dere.

Mr. Castem left, and I went back to my book, Seers: A Archive.

* * * That Night As told by Erika Potter

"How exactly are we going to get to this Diagon Alley?" I hissed as Harry put the last few things in his trunk.

"The Knight Bus," Harry answered.

"The whatda-what?" I asked.

"The Knight Bus, a wizard transport. I've been on it before, and it's pretty nice. I'm going to go make sure everyone's asleep," Harry said.

I sighed, and sat on the bed. My bag lay beside me, and Harry's trunk sat on the floor. This was confusing me. Here I was, with my newly discovered brother, confused. Urgh!

"They're asleep," Harry said, walking back in, "Let's go."

"So, how are we supposed to get to this 'Knight Bus' exactly?" I asked.

Harry didn't answer, he was too busy lugging his trunk down the steps of the Dursley house.

Once we were outside, Harry set his trunk down.

"We probably should get to an. er. less known spot. There's too many muggles about, could see us out the window," Harry told me.

"Lead on," I whispered, happy I was only carrying a bag instead of a trunk like Harry.

We walked for about ten minutes, stopping every now and then to rest (carrying that trunk was hard work, so I helped him and carried one side). Hedwig was flying to Diagon Alley on her own.

Finally, we were in an alley in Surrey. I sat on Harry's trunk while he dug around in his pockets for his wand.

"I thought you said you weren't supposed to do magic over the summer vacation?" I asked.

"We're not, but this is only a really, really, small spell. Not a spell, really, just a thing," Harry answered.

"Ah," I whispered, and nodded.

Harry found his wand and pointed it out.

"Lumos," he whispered, and the end of his wand lit up.

He waved it around a bit.

I waited a moment, then said, "I suppose it didn't work. Now what?"

"Wait," Harry told me, "It might take a bit."

"Oh, great," I whispered, and sat back down on the trunk, then added, "Say this Knight Bus thing doesn't come. Then how are we supposed to get to Diagon Alley?"

Harry shrugged, and said, "It will come."

A few moments later, I was dozing off on the trunk, when I heard a few screeching noises. I opened my eyes to see a huge double decker bus parked in the road in front of us.

"Come, Erika," Harry said, and we grabbed his trunk.

As we were walking up to it, he hissed to me, "I'm going to tell them you're just a friend of mine, okay?"

I nodded.

We boarded the bus, and Harry paid for two beds and two cups of hot chocolate.

"Who's this?" asked the driver, motioning to me.

"A friend of mine," Harry answered, "Somewhat family to me."

I went and found two beds in the corner, and sat down on one. Harry joined me on the other a few minutes later. I stared out the window.

"How long will this take?" I asked.

"Not long, I don't think," Harry answered, "This bus is just about empty."

"That's good. People aren't supposed to see me yet," I told him, "Or did you forget allready?"

"Haha, very funny," Harry said.

"What's Hogwarts like?" I asked, changing the subject.

"It's great. It's my home. It's like a haven for me. How anyone can hate Hogwarts is beyond me," Harry answered.

I smiled. I couldn't wait.

I spent the rest of our trip reading the book I had started at the Dursleys'. The bus drivers weren't very good drivers. We hit about fifteen hundred bumps, I swear.

Finally, they called "Diagon Alley".

Harry and I got off, and I stared at the little door in front of me.

"This is Diagon Alley?" I asked in disbelief.

"No, this is the Leaky Cauldron, sorta the entrance to Diagon Alley. We'll stay here until we have to go to the station," Harry said, "The rooms are actually a bit comfortable."

"Good, I don't think I can stand another night on an uncomfortable seat," I whispered. "How are we going to pay?"

"I've got money," Harry answered.

"Do you have enough for two rooms?" I asked.

"Sure," Harry answered, "I keep wizard money on me when I'm here. You never know."

I watched from a corner of the pub as Harry went up and got us each a room. I stayed in the shadows. I didn't want anyone to see me. According to them, I didn't exist. Technically, I didn't exist. It was all too confusing for me.

"Come on," Harry said, and handed me a key to my room. "My room's just down the hall. You'll probably want to go to sleep."

I nodded. The Knight Bus was not comfortable place to sleep.

"Okay. Then. let's meet in the morning for breakfast, then we can go into Diagon Alley," Harry said.

I nodded, and we left, going our own ways.

I walked down the hallway. At one point I heard whimpering come from one of the rooms, but continued to my own room.

The room was furnished with a bed, a wardrobe, a bedstand, and a vanity with a mirror. There was also a little window next to the bed. I set my bag down, crossed the room, and opened the window just a bit.

I could hear noise coming from below me, but all I could see was a little courtyard type thing.

I sighed, shut the window, and lay down on the bed. Before I knew it, I was asleep.

I woke the next morning, at first surprised at my surroundings. Then I remembered everything, and relaxed a bit. I remembered everything.

Slowly I got out of bed and changed my clothes, brushed my hair, and brushed my teeth in the little bathroom connected to my room.

Only then did I go downstairs. I glanced around the room nervously. What if someone spotted me? What if someone realized who I was? Thousands of what if's swirled in my head.

I didn't see Harry, so I just grabbed a table in a corner, sat down, and tried not to make myself noticed.

I didn't have to wait long. Harry came down a few minutes later, smiling.

"'Morning," he said, and sat down, "Sorry I'm late. I had to write a letter to my friends first."

"Did you. er. tell them?" I asked.

Harry nodded, and answered, "But they won't believe me. I told them I'm in Diagon Alley, though, so they should be visiting soon."

"What are we going to do today?" I asked.

"Well, we probably should get your school supplies," Harry answered, "And I need a few things as well."

"Okay, then," I answered.

* * * Same time As told by Megan Riddle

There were a lot of people in the Leaky Cauldron that morning. I sat in a corner, again, so I was out of the light. So no one could see me but I could see them. I was scared, scared that at any moment some Death Eaters might burst through the doors and try to get me. Try to return me to my grandfather, to my sister.

I couldn't imagine what they'd be like when they'd realized I was gone. There were few things my grandfather and sister didn't know about anyone in their house. They knew almost everything about me. Everything but one thing, something I didn't want them to know.

I held my face in my hands, and sighed. If they knew, I would never have been allowed to do the things I was allowed to do. I wouldn't be here now. They would have had a tighter grip on me.

I would probably still be there.

I was hated there for being "weak" as my sister had called me. Here, I would probably be hated for having my name. I hated myself for having my name.

* * * Hogwarts As told by Albus Dumbledore

I sat at my desk, looking over some papers, when the door quietly opened.

"Miss Jones, in all the time that I have known you, I have never seen you enter a room quietly," I said without looking up.

Miss Jones sat in one of the chair oposite me. I looked up. Her face was strained.

"Yes, Miss Jones?" I asked.

"I just came to bring my stuff here, and, well." Miss Jones said, "I'm. um. you know."

"Nervous?" I inquired.

"Yes. I'm having mixed feelings about meeting them, you know. I've only seen them. I've never really spoken to them," Miss Jones said, "I'm worried about what they might actually be like."

"Mr. Potter is a wonderful young man, just like his father. I have not met with Miss Potter since that night, but, I assure you, I have reports that she is equally brave as her brother, and as her parents were," I told her.

Miss Jones nodded.

* * * A few minutes later As told by Erika Potter

Harry led me out of the Leaky Cauldron after breakfast, to the same little alley that I could see out the window of my room.

"Er." I said, "What are we doing back here."

Harry rolled his eyes, and pulled out his wand. He tapped a few stones, and they started to spread apart, forming an archway.

"Wow," I whispered.

"This, is Diagon Alley," Harry said.

Okay, wow. This place was huge. It was crowded with people, people dressed the same fashion.

"Come on," Harry told me, "We'll go to the bank first."

"Bank? Wizards have banks?" I asked, following Harry through the crowd.

"Gringotts," he answered, "Supposed to be really safe. Our parents left me money there."

Gringotts turned out to be a huge marble building.

When we got in I found out that if I wanted to get to the vault I had to ride in this little cart thing.

"Um. I think I'll. uh. wait outside, okay?" I asked.

"Sure," Harry answered, "I'll be out in a few minutes. Be. er. careful."

What, did he think I was going to go and get myself killed? While he left in the little cart, I went back outside and sat down on the steps, watching the people walk by. Most people didn't give me a second look, which was good. Let them forget my face, for now.

It was hard, to want to be invisible. At the orphanage, I had spent most of my time trying to be noticed. Now I couldn't be, not until I got to the school and my secret could finally be out.

Harry came out a few minutes later, looking slightly green (which made me decide that I had made a good decision about not getting in that cart).

"Where to first?" I asked.

"Well, you need basically everything, I need a few books, a touch-up on my Potions stuff. Tell you what, why don't we go get our stuff, then I can give you some money and you can get your robes and your wand. I have to go look at some Quidditch stuff, I made captian," Harry said.

"Okay, the moment we get back to the Leaky Cauldron you're explaining the whole 'Quidditch' thing," I told him.

Harry laughed.

I eventually found my way to navigate around Diagon Alley. By the time Harry had left me, I was pretty sure about where I had to go. He gave me enough money to get my robes and wand.

"I'll meet you here in an hour," he said.

I nodded.

The robe shop was a shop nestled between the second-hand qualdrons and broom repair shop. I walked in and right away, a little woman rushed forward.

"I need robes for. err. Hogwarts," I told her.

"Alright, come back here. Stand on this stool, and I'll have someone start fitting you," she said, then yelled into the back of the shop, "Mindy! Mindy, I have a customer for you!"

Mindy turned out to be a tall witch, young, who looked very overworked.

She led me to the back of the shop, and stood me up on a stool. She slipped a long robe over my head and started pinning it up.

"You must be a first year," she said, not looking up.

"Yes," I said.

"Are you excited?"

"Very much," I answered, "I never knew about any of this stuff."

"Oh, so you're muggle born," Mindy said.

"No, my parents were a witch and wizard, I was just raised as a. er. muggle. It's very complicated," I replied.

I was proud, I had used a new vocab word "muggle".

"Ah, I get it," Mindy said, then finally looked up, and whispered, "You remind me of someone, I don't know who. Probably someone from Hogwarts. I graduated last year."

"Really?" I said, coughing.

I was sure she meant Harry.

"Is it fun there?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"The best years of my life," she said, "And very exciting. I was in Ravenclaw. What house do you hope to be in?"

"I don't care," I whispered, "I haven't really put that much thought into it."

Note to self: force Harry to tell you about Hogwarts.

A few minutes later, Mindy stood up.

"There, done," she said.

I emerged from the shop and glanced around for the wand shop.

Olivanders: Maker of Fine Wands Since 382 B.C.

Wow. Someone was old, and very dedicated.

I walked into the shop, which was empty. There was no one, not even a shop worker.

I cleared my throat.

"Hello?" I called, "I'm. um. looking for a wand?"

"Of course you are. That's why you're here," a voice from behind me said.

I just about jumped three feet, and spun around.

An old man stood behind me, peering at me through his eyeglasses.

"You look fimilar in some strange way. Those eyes, where have I seen those eyes?" he asked.

I tried to laugh, and said, "I need a wand."

"Well, of course. Now, what's your wand hand." he asked, searching for my name.

"Erika," I told him, "And it's my right hand."

"Well, then, Erika, raise your right hand," he instructed.

I think he might have been looking for my last name, but I wasn't about to put that in. So far, I didn't trust this guy. What kind of a shop keeper sneaks up on his customers.

This tape measurer that measured by itself started taking all kinds of measurements, stuff you'd never think it would need to know (such as the distance between one foot and the other when I'm standing).

As if a tape measurer that is measuring by itself is strange enough, I get wacky measurements.

"Now, Erika, let's try this," he said, and handed me a wand.

I took the wand in my hand, and stood there for a second.

"What do I do?" I asked.

"Doesn't matter. That's not good," he said, and snatched it from my hand.

He gave me wand after wand before he finally found the right one.

"Eleven inches, made of willow with a unicorn's hair," Mr. Olivander said, and handed it to me.

Right away, I felt the difference. My fingertips were warm, and sparks started coming out of the tip.

"Perfect!" Mr. Olivander said, and wrapped the wand for me.

I went to meet Harry, who was waiting, leaning up against the wall.

"There you are. I've been here for at least fifteen minutes," he said.

"I was caught up in the wand shop. That Mr. Olivander is a pretty weird guy," I told him.

Harry was about to say something when there was a commotion down the alleyway.

"What's going on?" I asked.

People started running from the enterance.

"Death Eaters!" someone yelled to us, "Run!"

"Death Eaters?" I repeated, "What are Death Eaters?"

"The people that killed our parents," Harry hissed.

My eyes widened. Them, here?

"Come on, Erika, let's see if there's someway to get around," Harry said, and we pushed against the crowd.

We reached the edge of the crowd to see five people robed in black with masks so you couldn't see their faces.

"Shoot!" Harry hissed.

"I take it this is a bad thing," I whispered.

Harry nodded.

Then he saw the alleyway.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards it.

"We must may be able to sneak around them," he hissed, "Be quiet."

I had no intention of yelling or screaming, if that's what he thought.

We were about halfway to the enterance, when they spotted us.

"Run," Harry hissed, and we broke in a run to the enterance.

They were chasing us, shooting curses all the meanwhile. We dodged through the enterance, and quickly shut it behind us.

Knowing they would be after us any second, we ran into the Leaky Cauldron and up the stairs to our rooms.

"Hide," he called.

I ran into my room and hid so I could see out my window via the mirror. I watched. The enterance never opened. About ten minutes later I went to find Harry.

"They're gone," he said, "The minister showed up, and they left."

"Good," I sighed, then turned to my brother, "You have some explaining to do."

* * * Same time As told by Megan Riddle

They had come for me. I was sure of it. What else would they be doing here.

I was sitting in the private dining room again. The minister himself was coming to see me.

I rocked silently, remembering.

I had been down here, in the main room, reading, but watching people over the pages. I had always wanted to see what it was like to be a normal witch or wizard.

Then someone ran into the Leaky Cauldron.

"Death Eaters!" they yelled, "In the alley!"

Suddenly, the place was in chaos. I was gasping for air. They had come for me. They had finally come for me. I didn't want to back with them. I didn't matter that they had let me escape. I would be punished. Ruth would probably gladly do the punishment. Afterall, she was second in command now.

So I had dashed in here, and hid beside the door so I could see people coming in. I saw two people run in. One looked like Harry Potter, who was supposed to be my sworn enemy. The other person looked like him, but was a girl. I didn't know her.

The Death Eaters never came. I was glad. I was given a message that the minister was coming to see me as soon as Diagon Alley was under control again. So here I was.

* * * A few minutes later A remote castle

"Two of them?" Voldemort yelled.

"Yes, sir. Harry Potter, and another, a girl," the Death Eater reported.

"Two?" Voldemort repeated, then looked thoughtful, well, as thoughtful as you can look when you're a Dark Lord, "Perhaps the stories are true."

"Stories?" asked the girl standing beside the chair Voldemort was sitting on, "What stories?"

Voldemort ignored her, and turned to the Death Eaters, "That girl is now ranking with Harry Potter. She, too, shall be dead by the end of the year."

The Death Eaters nodded, their mission having been set.

"What of the target?" Voldemort asked.

"She escaped, Master. We didn't get to find her," the Death Eaters said, "The Minister of Magic showed up."

"You fools! You let her escape!" the girl yelled, then turned to Voldemort, "May I, Master?"

Voldemort nodded, and the girl brandished a wand.

"Crucio! Perhaps this will teach you! Next time I tell you to do something, you will bring her back!" she yelled.

The Death Eaters bent over in pain.

A/N- so, what do you all think? I know you're all impatient for this one, but with school and all that, I don't have, like, any time. I promise you, I spend all the time I can writing these. I hope the quality is good. Well, next time, you get to the Hogwarts Express!!! Look for the next chapter, and I'm telling you, this story will be MUCH easier to understand if you read the prequel, Lily's Lake by none other than me, Starlight Eve! Until then, buh-bye!!!

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