My Characters: Alisa (Harry Potter's twin,) Headmistress J. H. (Alisa's old headmistress,) Greg and Julia (Alisa's adoptive parents,) Hydrae (Draco's sister; meaning: the water serpent, female)

Chapter Two: Alisa's POV ( watch?v=l56DrhH1aU0&feature=related)

A/N the link is to a Nickelback song that reminds me off what I am looking for when writing Alisa & Draco's relationship, that is while their relationships is still a lie as far as Draco is concerned.

I stood in front of the doors to the great hall, the first years behind me. Being the only transfer student I was grouped alone.

Professor McGonagall looked at me, "Miss Alisa, I presume. You will come with me. You are to be sorted before the first years, after the feast Headmaster Dumbledore would like to see you in his office. I will accompany you there; now let's go."

I followed her as she led the way into the great hall. People stared and whispered, I guess that transfer students were a rare occurrence. Once at the front of the hall I was seated on a stool and a hat was placed on my head. I gasped in shock as I felt the familiar sensation of someone penetrating my mind. It was a slightly different feeling from Legilimency, but I used Occlumency against it none the less. I was skilled in Occlumency, which is magically closing your mind against Legilimency. I trapped the feeling and pushed it back, only to feel it again. Huh, someone is persistent.

Professor McGonagall looked at me with shock, as the hat talked, "Interesting, no one has ever had the ability to block me out of their mind before. However, young Alisa I need you to grant me access to your mind in order to sort you into your house."

I just nodded and let my control slip.

I sat there staring out at the four different houses; Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Gryffindor. I let my eyes linger a second longer on both the Slytherin and Gryffindor house tables. My eyes first caught a boy sitting at the Slytherin table; I assume he was around like me. His hair was light blond almost white and piercing gray eyes. His skin was pale and contrasted by the silver and green robes he was wearing. As my eyes slid over the Gryffindor table I was shocked to see a boy with many of the same looks as I. His skin was fair but not too pale, and he had messy jet black hair. He was wearing glasses and looking confused; sitting by a group of kids his age. The girl across the table had brown wavy hair and a shocked look on her face. The boy sitting next to him looked just as shocked; with his freckled face and orange locks of hair, he was interesting to look at.

I was rung out of my thoughts as the hat asked me, "Gryffindor House or Slytherin House. Gryffindor House where the brave at heart and those with daring, nerve and chivalry reside. Or perhaps you want to be in Slytherin where you'll make your real friends, those cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends."

I frowned, "Wasn't aware I got to choose," I muttered under my breath.

Looking back and forth between the two tables, my eyes caught the same two boys from before. Gray and bright green, the gray eyes looked filled with pain whereas the green were confused but happy and bright with life. Any normal person would've chosen the green eyes, because of the obvious happiness they held.

I chose gray, "Slytherin, please," I stated staring into the grey eyes.

After I sat down at the Slytherin table; I found the green eyes only to see them filled with disappointment, sadness and maybe a hint of... regret, that can't be right. I sighed; I obviously wasn't going to get any sleep tonight.

"Hi, I am Draco Malfoy," a voice said from behind me. I watched those green eyes fill with hatred, over powering the sadness and other emotions that had clouded them only a moment ago. As I turned in my seat I saw those silver-gray eyes once again.

"I'm Alisa," I said a smile coming to my face. Maybe making friends would be easier than I thought.

He just laughed, "Yes, I do believe that everyone here now knows that; with your entrance and all."

I looked down slightly embarrassed, of course Headmaster Dumbledore probably introduced my name before I entered. Before I could respond food appeared on the tables and the boy with gray eyes... sorry, Draco walked towards an open seat on the other end of the table.

Harry's POV

As I sat down for the feast with Hermione and Ron I expected the year to be much the same as the last, new spells and all but still a normal year at Hogwarts. Little did I know that was going to change in more than one way for me.

"Attention, Students," Dumbledore called out, "This year we will be welcoming not only a group of new first years, but also a transfer student in her sixth year of wizarding training. I expect you all to help her find friends and her way around. I would like to talk to Mr. Potter in my office later, so without further a due I present Alisa, Potter." He added the last name as though a second thought.

I heard Hermione gasp, and Ron almost fell backwards out of his chair. I just sat there in complete silence and shock as whispers filled the hall.

I was brought back to reality when the doors opened, and in walked Professor McGonagall and Alisa. I looked at Alisa, she had a hint of green in her eyes but otherwise they were almost silver (not to mention that her eyes and face were emotionless.) Her hair was jet black and flowed down her back in long fluffy curls. I frowned, in some ways she looked like my mom but not at all like my dad. She had her own look; I watched as she took a seat on the stool.

After a while the hat spoke up, "Interesting, no one has ever had the ability to block me out of their mind before. However, young Alisa I need you to grant me access to your mind in order to sort you into your house."

She nodded and I watched her as her eyes locked on Draco. After about a minute she looked over at me, and a shocked look spread over her face. She studied me then Hermione and finally Ron. I listened as the hat asked her a very important question, so important it could change her whole life; not that she would know.

"Gryffindor House or Slytherin House. Gryffindor House where the brave at heart and those with daring, nerve and chivalry reside. Or perhaps you want to be in Slytherin where you'll make your real friends, those cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends," asked the hat.

Her eyes darted to the Slytherin table then back at me, but finally rested on Draco. 'Oh no,' I thought, 'She's choosing Slytherin, and she's choosing that house because of Draco.'

I watched her closely, "Slytherin, please," she stated never looking away from Draco.

After she sat down, I watched Draco talk to her. I became mad that he would even think about talking to her. I looked away after she caught my eye, but I think she still caught the angry look on my face.

"Blimey," Ron said, "You don't think she could be like a long lost sister of yours do you."

I just shrugged, "I guess I'll find out after dinner."

Draco's POV

I watch Potter as he looks at Alisa in shock. I guess he thought she would choose Gryffindor.

I sigh, 'Potter, stupid. Of course she didn't pick Gryffindor. I can see it in her, the difference. She belongs in Slytherin, he never did,' I thought. I watch as she sits down at our table, beside Blaise Zabini, I walked over behind the two.

"Hi, I am Draco Malfoy," I said, while waiting for her response I looked over to see Potter's eyes filled with a clear form of hatred. I almost laughed out loud, he didn't even know her yet and he was already mad that I had talked to her.

I looked back down as she turned in her seat, "I'm Alisa," she said and smiled at me.

I had to laugh, I wasn't trying to be mean or anything but I laughed, "Yes, I do believe that everyone here now knows that; with your entrance and all."

She looked slightly confused. I started wondering if she didn't know that she was a Potter. As she looked down, clearly embarrassed I regretted laughing at her. I turned and walked towards the spot my sister had saved for me.

As I sat down my sister smiled, "I wonder if she'll be the one to break Blaise out of his shell."

I just shook my head, "Even if she's a Slytherin, she's still a Potter and a Half-blood. You know as well as I that he doesn't like either." However, as I looked over at the two, after filling my plate, I saw Blaise talking to her with a smile.

'Hmm,' I thought, 'I think she will be making many changes this year.' I just hoped that they'll all be good changes.

Alisa's POV

Getting up I said "Goodbye," to the boy I now knew as Blaise Zabini. He wasn't very talkative but I assumed he was just shy and that it wasn't me. The whispering had continued throughout the dinner, until Dumbledore had called for everyone to stop. I guess he saw that it was getting to me. I mean even if a transfer student is rare, there was no need to get that excited about it. Unless they knew something about my being here that I didn't.

I sat outside the great hall waiting for Professor McGonagall to show me the way to the Headmaster's office. I looked up when a figure stopped in front of me. He had greasy looking black hair and pale skin. I believe he was potions master here at Hogwarts.

"I am Professor Snape, potions master and head of the Slytherin house. Professor McGonagall sent me as she has other matters to attend to," Snape stated in a cold, hard voice.

I flinched slightly as I saw that he was glaring at me. I got up, looking down at my feet, I nodded. I heard Snape walk away; I looked up to see him halfway down the corridor, not stopping to see if I was following. I willed my feet to move after him.

We came to a stop in front of a griffin gargoyle, "Sherbet Lemon," Professor Snape said. I watched as the gargoyle slid to the side, revealing a spiral staircase.

Professor Snape looked at me with a softer face, "You may go up," he said gesturing to the stairs.

I smiled at him and headed up the stairs. I stopped in front of a door, debating whether or not to knock, when the door opened. "Well," I heard Dumbledore's voice, "Come in, we have a lot to talk about." I walked into the room, I saw the boy with the green eyes again.

'Yah,' I thought, 'We have a lot to talk about.' The boy standing in front of me could've been my identical twin, if it weren't for the fact that I was a girl.

Dumbledore looked between the boy and me, "Harry, Alisa; you are twins."

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I stared at the boy in front of me, "What do you mean, 'you are twins,'" I asked shocked.

The old headmaster just laughed, standing behind us still, "I mean when your parents died you were separated. With Voldemort's return no one had time to find the young Miss. Potter."

I frowned and looked at Harry again, "So, what's up bro," I said, mentally laughing at the look on his face when I said 'bro.' I couldn't hold it in anymore, bursting out laughing I hunched over holding my stomach.

Harry just stared at me, "What's wrong," he asked.

"Oh," I said between fits of laughter, "Nothing's wrong, but you should've seen your face when I said 'bro.' That was priceless."

Dumbledore just chuckled, "Well, children. It is almost curfew, and I expect you to be in your dorms in time. If you ever have something troubling you, you know where to find me. Just remember, Sherbet Lemon is better than pumpkin juice."

I nodded and left the headmaster's office.

Draco's POV

I sat in the common room, staring at the fire and wishing this year to be over already. I looked up as Snape walked in, "Go collect Miss. Potter from Dumbledore's office and direct her here."

Then, without waiting for a response he walked out. I looked at Blaise, who had just walked into the room, "Wonder who stuck a stick up his ass."

I just nodded and laughed, getting up of the couch, "See you later then Blaise," he nodded, "Oh and Blaise is there anything going on between you and Potter."

Blaise just laughed, "Jealous, Draco. You and I both know Slytherin or not I would never go after a half-blood, mud-blood or blood traitor, especially not a Potter."

He spat the name Potter out with hatred, he might not have been as bad as some of the Slytherins (because he wasn't marked or loyal) but he still didn't like the Potters. I nodded and left the common room.

Once I reached Dumbledore's office I stood beside the gargoyle waiting. Something told me it would be a bad idea to go up there. My gut feeling was proven right as I heard Alisa walking down the stairs, tears streaking her face. Muttering something about actually having a family, a brother, and never knowing, she walked off the last step. She walked right into me, my arms automatically wrapped around her waist steadying her. I waited a minute till she didn't look so unsteady and shocked. Though as I let her go, she looked up in my eyes, I felt guilt building up. I was going to try and play her heart, I was on the wrong side of this war and I was going to play her, I was going to turn her into someone she's not, that is if I were to succeed.

Alisa's POV

I walked down the stairs, the silent tears already flowing. I can't believe that I didn't know; how can you have a brother and not know? Shouldn't there have been a way to know, shouldn't I have known. As tears blurred my vision I stepped off the last step, right into a hard wall. I felt something wrap around my waist, preventing me from falling, as I stood there still in shock. As I backed out of the wall and looked up I was even more shocked. I looked up into the grey eyes of Draco Malfoy, and they were filled with... guilt, that can't be correct. I was never one to read other's looks and actions. He looked at me in concern and lifted his hand up to my face, wiping away my tears he pulled me into a short hug. His embrace was warm and I missed it as soon as he pulled back.

"Snape, he sent me to show you the way to our common room and dorms. I also have your schedule for you," he said, placing a piece of parchment in my hands.

I smiled, "Thanks," I said, genuinely happy that he was here. He smiled back at me, his lips curling into a lopsided grin.

However, all this had to end when Harry showed up behind us. "Stay away from her Malfoy, or I'll tell her exactly what you are." I frowned and looked at Draco with a question on my tongue.

He just shook his head, "Mind your mouth Potter, I could tell her things too."

Harry just scoffed, "Yah, and what would that be." Draco just gave him a knowing grin, while I stood there confused as all hell.

I sighed, "Draco, could you show me to the common room now, please." He nodded and we walked down the corridor.

Before I turned the corner I heard Harry shout, "Don't trust him Alisa, he's not the guy you think he is." I just shook my head; I didn't even know who I thought he was yet.

I watched as Draco burst out laughing. "What," I asked him, slightly confused.

He just continued grinning, "He's warning you that you don't know me, when you don't know him yet either." I grinned as well, this was funny.

Finally we made our way to the common room, which was (of course) in the dungeons. Draco and I hadn't said anything else on our walk. I sighed and sat down on the couch, staring at the fire, I replayed the day's events. The sorting, meeting Draco, then Harry and the news that I had a twin all flashed in my mind. I knew that if I thought about it anymore I would go crazy, but I couldn't stop the events from replaying over and over. I got off the couch, Draco had just sat down, and I walked towards the stone wall. I stared at it for a minute, knowing that I would regret this; I curled my hand into a ball making a perfect fist. My thumb was on the outside to prevent it from breaking. I brought my arm back, twisting my body to give me more power. I swung my fist forward once, twice, three times I hit the wall with all I had. All the anger was rushing out of my body with each punch. Without looking at my hand I shoved it into my pocket, knowing that it was broken. I sighed, smiling I sat down on the couch. I looked up into the eyes of a very confused and concerned looking Draco. I laughed slightly, knowing that he was about as confused as a child the first time they heard about division.

"It helps," was what I said first, "It helps to occupy my mind, stop the thoughts that are running through my mind. The pain, it takes all your concentration away and focuses it on the pain."

He frowned, "I could think of other ways to occupy your mind," he smirked, "Other, than breaking your hand."

I just shrugged, "Broken hand always works, until the pain fades away. I have about three more minutes of thought free time."

He just shook his head at me. I looked back at the fire, it catching my full attention as I zoned out from the familiar feeling of relief.

I was brought out of my thoughts as a soft hand caressed my face. My head turned automatically and slowly. I looked into those pain filled grey eyes, but this time all I saw was a deep caring, not love but caring.

I frowned as he grinned, "your three minutes are up," he stated.

My breath caught in my throat as he brought his lips down to mine. The first thing I was aware of was the tingling feeling spreading through my body, then the coolness of his lips. It was just a peck, leaving me wanting more as he drew back.

"Better distraction, isn't it," he said with a cocky grin.

I grinned back, deciding to have a little fun, "Nope, didn't feel a thing."

He just shrugged this off, "Should I try again," he started leaning down but I pressed my finger to his lips.

I was slightly aware that the same tingles as before were spreading down my finger, hand, and arm warming my entire body.

"Nope," I said, "We should go to bed. Separate beds," just so he didn't get any ideas, "We have potions in the morning." With that final sentence spoken I left the common room and headed to my dorm.