Hi, I'm Amelia Potter. You're probably wondering how I'm related to the boy who lived. Well, I'm Harry Potter's thirteen-year-old twin sister. Surprised? It's too bad nobody else knows, except you, of course. The moment I met Harry, on the Hogwarts Express, I knew I couldn't tell him my secret, not just yet. The entire school knows me as Amelia Parker, and even my best friend, Leo Gillingham.

While I was fixing a bed for an elderly skinny wizard on the Knight Bus, Stanley went out to pick up a young wizard stranded on the street.

"Hey Amelia," Stanley called, coming up the stairs, back to the bus, "Get a bed ready for this young fella, over here. I'll go tell Ern to take it away."

"Okay, on-" I replied, turning, expecting to see Stan, my brother figure (as I have no family) but no, it had to be my actual brother, Harry Potter.

"Amelia, what are you doing here?"

"I-"

"Hey boy, what did you say your name was again?" Stanley asked Harry. (Thank you Stanley for your horrible timing!)

"I didn't."

"Well, whereabouts are you heading?"

"The Leaky Cauldron. That's in London."

"Did ya hear that, Ern? The Leaky Cauldron. That's in London." I said jokingly. The whole bus burst into laughter, except for Harry.

As we sped down the streets of London Harry got concerned

"But the Muggles! Can't they see us?"

"Muggles? They don't see nothing, do they?" Stan asked the shrunken head.

"No, but if you jab them with a fork they feel it! Hahaha!"

Just a typical night on the knight bus.

As I finished making Harry's bed, Stan pulled out the newest copy of the Daily Prophet

"Who is that? That man?" Harry said, pointing to the man on the back of Stan's newspaper. The headline reads Black Still at Large.

"Who is that?... Who is... THAT is Sirius Black that is! Don't tell me you've never been hearing of Sirius Black?" Stan replied, shocked.

Harry shook his head.

"He's a murderer. Got himself locked up in Azkaban for it." I added getting interested in the subject.

"How did he escape?" asked Harry, clueless.

"Well that's the question, isn't it? He's the first one who did it. He was a big supporter of You-Know-Who. Reckon you've heard of him?" Stan responded to Harry.

"Yeah, yeah. I've heard of him."

Finally, we arrived at The Leaky Cauldron. I said my "goodbye" and "see you next year"' to Stan and Ern, and Harry and I got off my substitute home for six years, The Knight Bus.

"What was that?" Harry asked me, as the Knight Bus sped to its next destination.

"What was what?"

"Well, it seems like you know the conductor quite well,"

"Yes"

"How long have you stayed on the Knight Bus for"

"Harry Potter," said a mysterious man as he approached Harry and me. "You've finally arrived. The Minister wants a word with you."

I glared at the man cautiously, deciding whether he could be trusted or not.

"Ah, and this is your friend Amelia Parker, no?" the man said "Here's your room key." He gave me a key with the number eleven on it. I looked at Harry, then back at the man.

"If he's not back in thirty minutes, I will get worried," I said, turning around and entering the Leaky Cauldron, searching for our room.