Chapter 2

After I had heard the scream Harry and I turned to see a very lanky woman starring at me with horror. Introducing her, Harry said, "This is Aunt Petunia. Aunt Petunia, this is…"

"Elliot," she muttered.

"How do you know my name?" I asked.

But before she could answer, a fat man came stumbling in. "Petunia dear, what the…Great Scot!"

"Uncle Vernon, this is…"

"I know bloody well who this is. I thought you said that she lived in New York!" he grumbled.

Before I could ask, Harry pulled me up the stairs, knapsack in hand, to Harry's room. As soon as Harry closed the door, my owl Felix, came flying through the window carrying a letter from Ron. "What is it, Felix?" I asked as I pulled the letter from her.

After I opened the envelope, Felix perched herself upon my shoulder, hooting excitedly. From Ron's handwriting, I read:

Elliot,

This just came in from Dumbledore. I didn't open it, in case you were wondering. Hope you have fun at Harry's.

Ron

"Bloody wanker," I muttered under my breath as I opened the second envelope addressed in Dumbledore's fine handwriting. The letter read:

Dear Ms. Potter,

No, there is no mistake. I was going to wait to tell you this when you were older, but with the events being what it is, I think now is a better time than any. Your father and mother's names were James and Lily Potter. They had twins whom they named Harry James Potter and Elliot Lily Potter. When Voldemort came to your house, you were with James. Voldemort went to kill you, only James stepped in front of you, blocking the curse. Then, Voldemort shot the curse at you, but because of James sacrificed himself for you; the curse only rendered you unconscious. Voldemort thought he had killed you, but you weakened him so that when he went to kill Harry, he didn't succeed. If you don't believe me, look into the mirror at your forehead and compare your red album that Hagrid gave you after your first year with Harry's.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

I was frozen to the spot. I could not believe what I had just read. So Tom Riddle was right…my name was Elliot Lily Potter. I couldn't believe it! "What is it?" asked Harry.

Instead of answering, I ran over to the mirror, threw off my baseball hat and pushed aside my bangs. Sure enough, there was a lightning bolt scar. I was stunned. "Elliot, is that…is that a scar?"

I couldn't control myself. What I mean is, my reply wasn't all that coherent. It sounded like, "Ica ntba leveth ati amyour twinsisteran dvolde mortwa sighti nthech amberofsec restlasyeari meanwatar amandanrachlnronnfredngeorgeg oingtos aywendeyf indoutand…"

"Hold on Elliot, slow down! Say that again."

This time, I was speechless. "Uh…here, sit down and take a deep breath."

Harry guided me over and sat me on his bed. As he rubbed my back, I said calmly, "I can't believe that…oh my God…I can't believe that I am your twin sister and Voldemort was right in the trap door and the Chamber of Secrets last year. I mean, what are Amanda and Rachel and Ron and Fred and George going to say when they find out and everyone at Hogwarts?"

If I had my camera with me, I would have taken a picture of Harry's face. It was priceless. "Wait, so…?"

"We're the boy AND girl who lived," I finished.

"So that's why Aunt Petunia knew you. Wait until Aunt Marge…oh no."

"What?"

"Aunt Marge is staying wit us this week. In order to get my Hogsmeade slip signed, I have to be good."

"Well, at least you might be able to go. Mrs. Weasley refused to sign mine because of something I did in Egypt."

From that moment on, Harry and I became even closer, even with that wench in the same house. Most of the time, we retreated to Harry's room so we could at least have some peach. During that week, I learned that Harry and I were more alike than anything else. Before we knew it, we were finishing each other sentences. Finally, Harry and my birthday rolled around, as did Aunt Marge's day to leave and my time to go back to the Burrow. I, of course, couldn't leave until Aunt Marge left so that I wouldn't expose myself. That morning, Harry and I celebrated our birthday in Harry's room so we could, at least, get some enjoyment. But the celebration was cut short when Aunt Petunia's voice shrieked, "Get down here for supper!"

When we reached the bottom floor, I saw the fat old lump waiting for us to serve her fat, pig face. Of course, I behaved myself. I didn't want to get Harry in trouble and not allow him to go to Hogsmeade. Well, the dinner went smoothly, which, of course, was always a good thing. But Aunt Marge had a bit too much to drink and she was the reason for the following events. You see, Harry and I were clearing away the dishes when Aunt Marge asked, "What did their father do, Petunia?"

"Nothing, he was unemployed."

"Probably a drunk too, no doubt."

My blood began to boil. "That's lie," I gritted.

"What was that?" asked Aunt Marge.

"Our father was not a drunk!" I shouted as I spun around to look at her. Suddenly, the glass Aunt Marge was holding shattered into pieces. Aunt Petunia and Dudley jumped up in shock as Aunt Marge laughed it off. "Not to fret, Petunia, I have a very firm grip. You, clean up!" she snapped at me.

Harry gave me the calm down look and handed me a towel so I could clean up the spill. As I went to clean up the spilt brandy, Aunt Marge continued. "Actually, it doesn't have to do with the father, it has to do with the mother. You see it with dogs all the time. If there's something wrong with the bitch, there's something wrong with the pup."

"Shut up! Shut up!" I shouted as I threw down the towel and got into her face. "How dare you talk about our mother like that? You never knew her!"

"Elliot, calm down!" shouted Harry.

But my blood was pounding through my veins. The lights began to flicker and the doors blew open with a large gust of wind. Of course, it was probably me causing the horrible weather because of my anger. I hadn't learned to control that yet. But now I was screwed…I'm not even going back to Hogwarts…oh well, might as well continue…but Aunt Marge wasn't taken back by it. Instead, she said to me, "How dare you talk back to me, you little wench!"

Now I really wanted to give her what she deserved. So did Harry, because his voice shouted, "No one talks to my sister that way!"

Aunt Marge was just about to scold us when her sausage like finger began to expand into a sausage! The lights began to flicker, and Aunt Marge began to blow up. Suddenly, she began o float out the door and into the night sky. As Uncle Vernon ran after her, Harry and I ran up to Harry's room to hide. As soon as Harry had shut the door, I screamed, "What the bloody hell just happened?"

Harry shrugged as he asked, "Did you think…?"

"Of blowing her up?" Yeah, did you?" I finished.

"Yeah…scary…did you cause the horrible weather?"

"Yeah…my bad…guess you're not going to Hogsmeade either."

"Or Hogwarts for that matter."

"Oh, right. That puts a damper on things. Not to mention I'm sure Uncle Vernon is furious."

Harry nodded in agreement and told me, "Hurry up and grab your stuff before Uncle Vernon comes up."

So, I put all my things together and we ran down the stairs just as Uncle Vernon blocked our exit. "You bring her back and put her right."

"No, she got what she deserved," replied Harry.

Uncle Vernon was about to attack when Harry and I pulled out our wands. "Stay away from us."

"You're not allowed to use magic outside of school, they won't take you back now…you've got nowhere to go."

"I don't care. Anywhere is better than here," replied Harry as he led me out. I saw Uncle Vernon came after me, so I pulled out my wand and threatened, "Don't even try me."

Uncle Vernon quickly backed up as Harry and I stormed out of the house. Sure, we could have gone back though the Floo Network to the Weasley's but I didn't want to explain to them why Harry came along. So we ran as far away as we could, his trunk and my bag trailing behind us.

TBC…

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