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Chapter 2

The next morning, Harry and Vivian woke up and turned to each other grimly. Both of them were wondering if Hagrid would actually come back. As they were changing out of their worn pajamas into their day clothes, a loud tapping came to the door.

Vivian ran over excitedly and opened the door to see Hagrid, looking cheerful with a reddish glow to his cheeks. "Good morning, kiddos. Ya ready?"

One look back at their sleeping relatives, both kids nodded excitedly and followed the half-giant outside. They got in a small boat and Hagrid pulled out his pink umbrella, tapped the side twice, and it sped off towards the land.

"So can you tell us more about our parents?" Harry asked.

Hagrid beamed. "Why, James and Lily Potter were the finest wizards to ever live. Kind and compassionate, everyone knew about them."

"Really?" Vivian's eyes widened, as if seeing her parents in a different way for the first time. "Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia told us they died in a car crash, leaving them to take care of us. They called our parents weak and pathetic."

Hagrid growled. "How dare anyone call James and Lily Potter weak. They spent their last breath protectin' what they care for, you two."

"They died protecting us?" Harry smiled, knowing after years of standing up the his uncle and aunt he had been right.

"There was an evil wizard, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, who was after somethin' in yer house. He came to yer house in the middle of the night and killed both of yer parents as they protected you. But when he tried murderin' you, he was unable to do so and he was defeated."

Vivian raised an eyebrow. "How could we defeat him? Weren't we just babies?"

Hagrid shrugged his shoulders. "That's what makes it magical. Harry, yer scar is the last reminder of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. That's why you are the Boy Who Lived, the only survivors to ever face him."

"I never knew." Harry sat deep in thought, new pictures swarming his mind about his parents.

"What about me?" Vivian asked.

"Fortunately for you, Harry was in front of yeh so he took the hit and managed to save ya but you still survived, makin' you the Girl Who Lived."

The rest of the trip was spent in silence as the twins processed the new information. After reaching the town, they boarded the train and made their way towards London. During the trip, Hagrid described more about Hogwarts and all of the Professors there. Vivian's eyes widened after hearing that she would be taking classes such as Transfiguration, Potions, and Charms.

When they arrived in London, Hagrid lead them down the street until they reached an emptier part of town and he stopped at a tiny, grubby-looking pub.

"Here we are," Hargrid said. "The Leaky Cauldron."

Vivian had to do a double take, she hadn't noticed the building before, but here it stood, right in front of her. She and Harry followed Hagrid into the pub and noticed several strange people in there. Old women were smoking on pipe and men with long pointed hats were sitting at the bar drinking different colored drinks.

The room fell silent as they walked in. "Good Lord," the bartender suddenly announced, "It can't be! Harry and Vivian Potter, what an honor!" He rushed out and shook their hands. Soon everyone was rushing forward to shake the twins hands, introducing themselves and telling them how proud they are to have them back.

A tall, pale man with a turban came forward. "Professor Quirrel!" Hagrid shouted. "Harry, Vivian, this is Professor Quirrel, he's the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts.

"S-So good to m-meet you." He said timidly, shaking their hands.

After a few moments of socializing, Hagrid dragged the two off, claiming they had shopping to get done. They walked out of the back door and came to a stone wall. Hagrid tapped it once with his umbrella and the wall began to break apart until a large doorway took it's place.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley." Hagrid said as the twins' eyes grew large with amazement. He lead them through the doorway and soon they were surrounded by different shapes building with large signs on them. He dragged them over to the largest building on the block.

"This is Gringotts. This is the place where everyone stores their money."

"But we don't have any money," Harry started.

"Well of course yeh do. Don't yeh think yer parents left you anything?"

"Are you saying that our parents actually left us stuff?" Vivian asked.

"Well of course!" Hargrid shook his robes. "Everything they owned became yers after their death."

He lead them into the building and a goblin helped them open their parents' vault and soon they each had a sack full of huge golden coins of all shapes and sizes. They also stopped at another vault where Hagrid picked up a tiny package.

Hagrid then lead them over to Diagon Alley to pick up their required books and robes. They stopped at Eeylops Owl Emporium and Harry and Vivian got matching snow white owls. Harry named his Hedwig while Vivian named hers Hazel.

Hagrid then continued to lead them around before finally stopping in front of Ollivanders: Maker of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.

What's this?" Vivian asked curiously.

"This is where yeh get yer wand." Hagrid said excitedly. "Tis yer most important tool to be a wizard."

They entered the tiny store and saw hundreds of tiny boxes stacked neatly in tall shelves that were scattered all around the store.

"Welcome to Ollivanders," said an old man that walked out from the back of the store. "How may I help you?"

"These two are here fer their wands." Hagrid said.

"Oh, yes. The famous Potter twins, son and daughter to Lily and James Potter. Yes, yes, I do remember them coming in to get their wands as if it were yesterday."

He scrummaged in some of the boxes before pulling out a long dark wand. "Eleven inches, mahogany with dragon heartstring. Try this, my boy." He handed the wand to Harry, who swirled it around before accidently causing the nearest vase to explode. "Oh goodness, that won't work."

After nearly a half an hour of trying wands, both Harry and Vivian still couldn't find the right wand. Ollivander was scratching his head, with boxes of open wands piled up behind him. Suddenly his eyes lit up, "Why didn't I think of this sooner!" He raced to the very back and pulled out two ancient wand boxes.

"Eleven inches, holly and phoenix feather." He handed the dark wand to Harry and as he twirled it in the air, a stream of red and gold sparks emerged from the end.

"Interesting..." Ollivander said, stroking his beard. "It just so happens that the phoenix tail in your wand is identical to only one other, the same person who gave you that nasty scar on your forehead."

Harry rubbed his scar and a frown formed on his face.

"Do remember, the wand chooses it owner, and this one will expect great things from you."

He then turned to Vivian, whose green eyes were sparkling in the darkly lightened room. "Now, Ms. Potter, let's try this one. Ten inches, mahogany with dragon scales."

He held out a deeply decorated wand with intricate details etched into the handle. She gripped the wand and a warmth spread through her as if she was standing next to a roaring fire. She twirled the wand in the air and a small flame appeared, taking the shape of a dragon and it twirled around her hand before disappearing.

Ollivander clapped his hands excitedly. "A very powerful wand, this one is. Nearly rivals your brother's wand with power and this one comes from an ancient witch who was famous for her Transfiguration."

Vivian gave a wide smile as she stroked her new wand with warm pride. The trio left and headed back towards the Leaky Cauldron. Harry and Vivian both kept their heads down as they began to notice the numerous amounts of staring and whispering that was going on as the passed.

The climbed on the train back and Vivian gently pet Hazel's head as she watched the rolling clouds pass over them. She heard Harry give a small gasp and she turned around and noticed the Hagrid had vanished.

The next month was torture for both Potters. Vernon and Petunia were furious with them, but instead of shouting, they simply ignored the children and pretended they didn't exist. Harry and Vivian both accepted this as a step up from their previous treatment, but it still was miserable.

Finally the day arrived for them to go to Hogwarts. After begging Vernon to give them a ride to King's Cross, they stood at station 9 and looked around cluelessly as they had no idea what to do.

"The letter says station 9 3/4." Vivian said, glancing down at her acceptance letter. Harry noticed a family standing next to them who also had large baggage carts and an owl strapped to the top. "Let's go ask them."

The twins wheeled over and stood in front of the red-headed family nervously. The mother, thankfully, noticed them and immediately responded.

"Oh hello, dears. This must be your first time entering the barrier. No worries, it's my son Ron's first year as well. I'm Mrs. Weasley, and these are my twins, George and Fred, and my little girl, Ginny." She pointed two tall, identical red heads with bright red hair and a small red head standing next to her.

"My other son, Percy already went through the barrier along with my husband."

"I'm Harry and this is my sister Vivian." He said shaking her hand.

"Blimey!" Said another red-headed boy from behind his mother. "You can't be Harry and Vivian Potter, now would you?"

Vivian turned blush red while Harry nodded quietly.

His mother hit him on the arm, causing him to give a small whelp. "Ronald Weasley! Be nice and show these two how to get through the barrier. It shouldn't matter what their name is, they're gonna be your fellow classmates."

He grinned sheepishly at his mother before him and the Weasley twins lead Vivian and Harry through the magical barrier and onto the large train. They all went in search of an empty compartment. When they finally found one, they all sat down.

A large noise came from down the hall and Fred poked his head out of the door. "Eh, George! I found our friends." They both stood up, "Nice meeting you, Harry and Vivian Potter. We'll see you once we get to Hogwarts."

They raced out, leaving Harry and Vivian alone with Ron.

"So tell me," Ron said excitedly, "Did you really defeat You-Know-Who? What was he like?"

Vivian remained silent while Harry replied, "We were only babies, Ron. Neither of us remember what actually happened that night."

Ron blushed and leaned back in his chair. "Reckoned that- Oh well, do you either of you want a Chocolate Frog?"

The three soon fell into an easy conversation, Harry speaking more than Vivian because she still didn't like talking to strangers. Ron was telling them everything about the wizard world.

"My dad works in the Ministry of Magic, the best of the best. That's where our Minister is as well as all of our secrets, where our courts are held, and blimey! There's hundreds of different ministries that work there."

They were interrupted when a bushy-haired girl opened their compartment door. "Excuse me, but have any of you seen Neville's toad? It's about this high with warts."

Harry and Ron crinkled their noses, remaining silent at the girl. Vivian rolled her eyes and said, "No, we haven't. But I can help you look if you'd like."

The girl smiled and put out her hand. "My name is Hermoine Granger. This is my first year at Hogwarts."

"My name's Vivian Potter. Nice to meet you."

The two girls turned and started walking down the hall. Harry watched his sister till she disappeared, slightly shocked by the fact that not only had she talked to a random stranger, but she also left without needing him.

"Eh," Ron said next to him, "I though your sister didn't speak."

"I didn't either," said Harry, a small smile appearing at the corner of his lips.

Hermoine and Vivian became fast friends. After searching in vain for Neville's toad, they found an empty compartment and talked the rest of the way about their lives, and their classes, both of which had admitted to reading their textbooks ahead of time before bursting in a fit of giggles.

"Look, we're here!" Heremoine exclaimed, looking out the window.

Vivian craned her neck and gasped when she saw the medieval castle that would be her home for the next seven years. "Oh, Hermoine, it's beautiful!"

When they pile out of the train, Vivian ran over to Harry, grabbing his hand and smiling. He felt his heart tug at the way her eyes sparkled and he gave her hand a tight squeeze.

She noticed an irritated look in his eyes and whispered, "What's wrong?"

Harry pointed his head over to a group with a smug looking boy with platinum blonde hair was standing. "Stay away from that one, Viv. He's nothing but trouble."

"All firs'-years, over here!" Hagrid's booming voice rang out amongst all the students.

Harry and Vivian shuffled over with the other first years and stood silently as an older women with a tight bun came in front of them.

"Hello, children," she began, "I'm Professor McGonagall, your Transfiguration teacher here at Hogwarts. I know you're all excited to get your first look inside Hogwarts, but I must go over some important things before you do. Each of you will be sorted into a House tonight at the banquet. This House will remain the same for your entire stay here at Hogwarts. You will sleep, eat, and learn with your House so it's very important that you make friends with each other."

Her lips suddenly turned into a smile, "Now, then. Let's enter."

The students followed her through the big doors, past several twists and turns before entering a massive dining room. Vivian gasped at the exquisite ceiling, decorated to look like the night sky.

In the front of the room, past all of the tables for the students, was the teachers' tables as well as a wooden stool with a large, tattered hat on top of it.

The first years made a rough line and gasped when the Sorting Hat opened it's mouth and began to sing.

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all..."

The song went on for several more minutes and the hat sang about the four different houses: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin.

The whole Hall burst into applause when the hat had finished before Professor McGonagall began to call names.

"Abbott, Hannah."

A timid looking girl climbed shakily to the stool and place the hat upon her head. A brief second later, the hat yelled, "HUFFLEPUFF!" and she went to join her new housemates.

The names continued and Vivian dug her fingernails deep into her skin as she anxiously awaited for her name to be called. She cheered when Hermoine was sorted into Gryffindor and her new thought was that she wanted to by Gryffindor as well.

"Potter, Harry."

A gasp went through the crowd as her brother climbed up to the stool. She watched as her brother's face scrunched in a pleading look. After several moments, the hat yelled, "GRYFFINDOR!" and she let out a sign of relief. The hall went crazy as Harry walked over to the Gryffindor table before catching her eyes and giving a slow nod.

"Potter, Vivian."

The hall was again silent as she climbed up to the stool. Sitting down, she placed the hat on her head and waited.

Hmm, the hat said inside of her mind. Where to put you? You're just like your mother, quiet, but with a heart of gold. You and your brother have a difficult path ahead of you, anyone can see, but for know I'll place you in-

"GRYFFINDOR!"

The hall erupted in cheers, and she raced over to give her brother a hug. Everyone was patting her on the back and congratulating her, but the only thing she felt was her brother's safe arms and a feeling of finally having a real home.

The rest of the sorting flew by and they cheered when Ron got placed in Gryffindor with them.

After the last name, Zabini, Blaise, the hall fell silent as a man with long silver hair, a pointed hat, and deep purple robes stood up and walked over to the podium.

"That's Albus Dumbledore," Hermoine whispered excitedly in Vivian's ear.

"Welcome!" Dumbledore shouted with a smile beaming on his face. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts. I'd like to saw a few words before we eat, and they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you."

The hall erupted in applause and Harry and Vivian exchanged glances, both wondering if their new headmaster was a bit mad. Suddenly, hundreds of dishes of food appeared in front of them, and everyone began digging in.

During the banquet, Vivian kept glancing over at the teachers' table, particularly because one of the teachers, a man about 30 years old with dark black hair that fell to his shoulders and dark robes kept staring at her. Even though he was far away, Vivian could see a deep pain in his eyes and she picked at her red hair nervously, wondering if she was bothering him.

"Don't mind him," she turned and saw Fred Weasley sitting next to her following her stare. "That's Professor Snape, head of Slytherin. He's the Potions teacher so you'll have him for one of your classes."

He then curled his nose, "He's not very nice, especially to Gryffindors, but if you don't talk back, I'm sure you'll be fine."

She let out an inward groan after thanking him, thinking of her brother who was known for talking back with his short temper. She hoped he wouldn't get in trouble after only being here for a day.

As for the rest of the teachers, she didn't notice anything unusual except for Professor Quirrel's constant fidgeting. Once everyone had thoroughly stuffed themselves they sang the Hogwarts school song before following their prefects back to their dorms.

For Gryffindor, the prefect was Percy so sticking close to Hermoine, Harry, and Ron, Vivian followed him to a large portrait of a very fat woman. He said, "Caput Draconis." and the portrait swung open revealing a large room.

"This is the Gryffindor common room,' Percy shouted among the chatty students. "Boys dorms are this way and girls dorms that way. Do remember that boys are not allowed in the girl's rooms and vice versa. Now everyone have a good night and have fun in tomorrow's classes."

After saying goodnight to Harry and Ron, Hermoine and Vivian went up to the girl's dormatories and found out their beds were next to each other. Giggling excitedly, they changed into their pajamas before finally going to bed.

As Vivian curled up in her bed, she dreamed of Professor Quirrel. He had been fidgeting in front of her when suddenly he lunged, and his quiet voice turned into a cold hiss of pure evil.

Screaming, she opened her eyes and saw that it was the middle of the night.

Closing her eyes hesitantly, she fell back asleep and didn't dream for the rest of the night.

Author's Note:

Here is the second chapter. I decided that I should post this one earlier than I had originally plan because I felt like the first chapter didn't show much of the actual story. Also, for the readers who are thinking this is just going to be another story that follows the book exactly word for word, I can promise you the next couple chapters definitely have added story lines which add to the story and show more about Vivian's character. Thank you for everyone who is reading it and please remember to review, because not only does it show me where I need to add to my story, but it also inspires me to write more often. The next chapter should be up sometime next week, maybe Wednesday or Thursday. Thank you for your patience.