This is my first HP fanfic, my second fanfic entirely. I'm new to this, even though I've been on here for a while. (I found that I preferred to read the fanfics, rather than write them.) Please read it and tell me what you think. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, except for the Areilia and the plot. If I did, I would be British, rich, and living in England.
Prologue
We all know the story of Harry Potter. It was a dark night, and Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall waited at the doorstop of 4 Privet Drive. It wasn't long before in the distance, the rumbling of a motorcycle could be heard. Minutes later, a large motorcycle landed in front of the two professors, containing a very large man indeed.
"Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall," he said, nodding to each in turn.
"Nice to see you Hagrid. Do you have the child?" asked Professor Dumbledore.
"O' course," he said, pulling a bundle of blue blankets out of his overly large raincoat. Peeking out of the bundles was the face of a sleeping child. He had messy black hair and a lightning bolt shaped scar in the middle of his forehead. He was sleeping soundly; unaware of the fact that he was the most famous boy in the entire wizarding world. Oblivious to the fact that he was destined to be the only wizard powerful enough to challenge Lord Voldemort. He had absolutely no worries at all; that was about to change.
"Good," replied the older man. He took the bundle of blankets and set it on the doorstep. He took a letter out of his cloak addressed to The Dursleys. Dumbledore tucked the letter in beside the child, and walked away from the doorstep.
He looked back, and said, "Good luck, Harry Potter."
It could have been such a dramatic gesture, with them turning and leaving. Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall were walking away when Hagrid cleared his throat.
"Um, excuse me, Professor," he said. The professors stopped midstep and turned around. "Um, when I was at the Potters' house, I also found this thing." He grinned sheepishly and pulled out another bundle from his raincoat. Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall gathered around Hagrid's hand. This was not an object; no, it was a child, wrapped in pink blankets. "I'd assumed it was a girl."
The sleeping baby was nearly an exact clone of Harry. There was the same lightning scar, and the messy black hair, except her hair was curly. The only difference was that she was girl and that she was smaller than her brother.
Professor McGonagall took the bundle from Hagrid. She unraveled the blankets, looked into the baby's diaper, and rewrapped the child. "It is definitely a girl." She stared at the child. A piece of parchment fell from the bundle and landed on the ground. Dumbledore bent over and picked it up. He scanned the piece of parchment. "Dear Merlin, it's a letter. This also came with it," he said, holding up a necklace. It was a thin, silver star with a small blue heart in the middle of the star. The star was on a long black cord. He began to read aloud:
"To Whom It May Concern,
This child is the daughter of Lily and James Potter. She was born on June 13. She is only three weeks old while her brother, Harry, is one year old. When the Potters were attacked, and Voldemort couldn't kill Harry, Voldemort decided to flee. Before he did, however, he came across this child. Since the killing curse had not worked on Harry, he decided to try the curse on the smaller child, while he still had some power left in his body. He had assumed that since she was a girl and she was younger than Harry, the curse would work on her alone. But it didn't. It left a similar lightning bolt shaped scar upon her forehead, instead of killing the girl. Zapped of his powers, Voldemort fled.
I have the strictest orders to not let her know about any of her life. Not about the magical world, her brother, or magic entirely. Do not let her know that she is to be a witch. She cannot know about this, because she may get hurt trying to find answers to all of her questions. DO NOT tell her until the time is right. She will be brought up with Marge Dursley, the sister of Vernon Dursley, with whom Harry is staying. Marge is also the child's aunt. The two siblings must be brought up separately; otherwise they may have more of a chance of meeting up with an enemy and being killed. They will both be schooled at Hogwarts, and when she starts Hogwarts, she will meet Harry. One of you, at that point, will have to show them this letter. It will explain something to them. In the meantime, they must not know each other, or they can cause a huge attraction.
The necklace contained in this letter is for her. She is to wear it all times. It was James and Lily's first and only gift for her. They also enchanted it to help her know where Harry is, and what he goes through, even though she doesn't know whose actions she is experiencing. She will still live her own life, of course. She can also see in her mind what Harry is doing. It is almost like what these Muggles call "twin telepathy." She knows what Harry's thinking, what he does, even all of his pain, physical or mental. But Harry will not know that she is able to do this, and she will not know that it is Harry's life that she is viewing. His figure will be blurred; they are not to know about each other.
This is important. You should only talk about magic and the fact that she is a witch, and that she has a brother when she is about to enter Hogwarts. Not earlier, not later.
Please listen to these instructions.
Sincerely,
Anonymous
P.S. The child's name is Areilia."
Dumbledore slowly lowered the paper from his face and faced his companions. This was shocking. Who knew that there was a second Potter child? Another that had survived Voldemort's killing curse?
Hagrid asked, "Professor Dumbledore, what do we do?"
Professor Dumbledore replied, "We are to do as the letter says. There is nothing else we can do. By this time, everyone in the wizarding world must know about Areilia. Now, they are the Siblings Who Lived, or something like that."
Professor McGonagall said, "Albus! We cannot just trust some letter found with the child. What if it's a trap?"
"Well, what do you suggest, Minerva? None of us are capable of taking care of the child, and Marge Dursley cannot be the most horrible of guardians. We should just take our chances and check up on the child every few days. If she seems fine after a few weeks, then we can relax, and take care of her once she and her brother meet."
"But, Albus," Professor McGonagall argued.
"Minerva, you can't say there is another way. There isn't. Listen to me, we have to do this."
"Professor Dumbledore is right, Professor," Hagrid agreed.
"Fine," Professor McGonagall grudgingly agreed. "Hagrid, take care of it. The address is on this slip of parchment." She tapped her wand on a rolled up scroll and handed it to Hagrid. "Bring Areilia to Marge's door, and place this letter with her." She handed Hagrid an envelope. "Good luck." Professor McGonagall took the necklace from Professor Dumbledore and fastened it around Areilia's neck. The small blue heart glowed. She kissed her on the forehead and handed her to Hagrid.
Areilia was handed to Hagrid, who tucked her inside of his coat to keep her safe. He waved goodbye to the two professors, mounted the motorcycle, and flew off.
Hagrid quickly found the address of Marge Dursley and landed in front of her house. He took Areilia out of his coat pocket and set her on the doorstep of Marge's house. Hagrid wiped away a few tears and set the letter next to her.
Before he left, he took one last look at her, and said, "Good luck to you, Areilia Potter."
And with that, the sun began to rise, shafts of sunlight shining on the two siblings, in two separate places, yet connected by an inseparable bond.
Well, that's it. I hope you liked it. I'm going to have Chapter one up soon. Please review! Wasn't too rushed was it? Tell me! Flames aren't welcome, but I'd like some constructive criticism. Please review! Press the little button there at the bottom of the page, and tell me what you think!
