Potter's Sister

Chapter 1- A Letter From Hogwarts

You sat in the smallest bedroom in 4 Privet Drive, the very same room you shared with your twin brother Harry, as he sat ok the bed and you sat on a bundle of blankets on the floor pretending to read, the words not quite sinking in as you pondered.

You spared a glance up at Harry, who was writing a response to his friends in Hogwarts, he hadn't stopped going on about a Quidditch game he was to see, and you couldn't help but glaze over in envy and longing at his happiness at the expense of yours.

Being a Potter brought its own challenges along the way, it was never made easy from the beginning. While Harry had been whisked off to Hogwarts when he was eleven years old by what you could only think of as a giant, who Harry later described as Hagrid, you were left behind.

At first, you thought it was a mistake, looking up at the big man at the time who brandished an umbrella ridiculously. He merely patted his large hand on your shoulder and told you to wait for an owl.

The concept of an owl delivering a letter had been amusing to you as you awaited every day after Harry left for King's Cross to start his first term while Aunt Petunia boiled and dyed Dudley's old clothing for your boarding school. An all-girls school for troubled children as Aunt Marge would tell you whenever she visited.

When you finally did get your owl in the first year, before boarding school, you had sobbed all of that night. Harry was starting an amazing life with like-minded people but the letter you got from the headmaster signed as Albus Dumbledore simply brought you heartbreak, describing that you weren't ready, despite showing strong signs of magic. That you were a risk to yourself and those around you, due to your connection with a dark wizard that Dumbledore would not write of, and due to the fact that he believed you held extraordinary power in line with your connection.

You couldn't help but wonder if it had something to do with the mark on your left forearm you had ever since you could remember, over your growing years it had stretched and grown with you, a snake and a skull. People used to look down on the Dursley's, thinking they had tattooed you, as a child, so now you simply wear long sleeves or a bandage around your forearm on a hot day. Whatever the mark was, it was unnatural, and you've been dying to know what it meant this whole time, without much luck.

So you were taken to the boarding school, away from the Dursley's, a blessing and a curse all at once as they took Dudley home after dropping you off, preparing him for his days at private school.

The boarding school had been nothing short of freakish, reminding you of those old gothic movies you'd see playing in TV stores or on trailers. It had been rough on you, considering everyone had indeed been relatively troubled, choosing to stick to your own company, or that of a book than getting involved with the girls there.

Unfortunately, you grew to pick up some relatively bad habits growing up in such an environment, it had started with you accepting a cigarette from an older girl, taking a draw and spluttering your lungs out in an attempt to act or be cool, to feel seen, and it had escalated from something that had begun merely as social. Although you were young, the girls in sixth form were sneaky, able to get ahold of all sorts of taboo items from cigarettes, to drugs to alcohol at their price.

You shook the thought from your head, focusing on the present as you gaze away from Harry, your hand squeezing around the back of cigarettes you had hidden amongst the blankets you sat on.

You were furious Harry had constantly left you in the dark of what he was learning, he'd never utter a word of magic to you, but he'd talk about his friends, his enemies, his professors well enough, which just led to a higher sense of unbelonging, feeling like you were losing your only family.

You knew that Harry never asked for it though as you let the anger slip from your eyes for a second, shielding yourself in a hard resolve. You'd notice his owls from his friends containing cryptic messages of someone they referred to as 'You Know Who'. You had asked Harry once what it meant, and it had led to a pretty heated argument about snooping.