The Girl who lived

chapter 1

Hi, I'm Bella, Bella Potter. Yes, I am related to Harry Potter. I'm his less popular twin sister. You want to know what that's like. Well, It sucks. 

Don't get me wrong, I love my brother. It's just... complicated. Let me explain. I guess you all know about our parents. After they died me and my brother were sent to the only family we had left, the Dursleys. They weren't gentle to either of us they only cared for their son Dudley. It may be sucked but it brought me and Harry very close as brother and sister. On the night of our eleventh birthday, a giant man named Hagrid came with a letter that would change our lives. He told us something about wizards and witches. I didn't believe it at first but Harry convinced me that it doesn't sound that unbelievable after what happened a few weeks ago. The man took us to Diagon Alley to buy some stuff for our first year at Hogwarts. He told us what actually happened the night our parents died and how famous Harry was. And that was the first time I felt less important than Harry but I was happy to hear that he is the boy who lived, and not the boy who died.

We went to Hogwarts which was hard to find at first. Seriously they could've mentioned in the letter how to get on platform 9 and 3/4. I mean who would've thought that we need to run through a brick wall? When we got on the train it was immediately obvious how famous Harry was. Everyone was staring at him and he had already made friends before we even got into the castle. We both were sorted in Gryffindor, while Harry was sitting with his new friends I sat alone next to some second graders and that was the first time in my life that I felt completely invisible. While Harry wasn't paying any attention to me, the boy next to me started to talk to me. I looked at the boy. He had hair red as fire and light brown eyes. We talked the entire evening, and he told me about the pranks of him and his brother who was after a while involved in the conversation. They were my only friends for that year. I tried to make other friends but no one except the twins and their friends was nice to me not even Harry's friends but Harry was too blind to see how his friends hated me.

Second-year went pretty well Fred & George's little sister came but just like the other girls in school she hated me and adored Harry. It was the first year I spent Christmas with the Weasleys in the Burrow and the first year in my entire life that I got a present. Harry and I still talked a lot but I could feel that we were growing apart. 

The third year was amazing Harry and I met Sirius and Remus, our godfathers. I and George became best friends after an amazing prank we put on Fred. At the Dursleys however, it was worse than ever. When Harry and I talked to each other about Sirius and Remus Uncle Vernon overheard and put us and our trunk on the street with nowhere to go. We decided to go to the Weasleys and Molly took us in and said that we could stay there as long as we needed. She made us a bed to sleep in and treated us as one of her own. We spent the summer at the burrow with the Weasleys and suddenly something felt different between me and Fred...

My fourth year went a little differently. People started to pay attention to me, well mostly the guys. It was the first year that I had more friends than Fred, George, and Oliver. It was quite weird to come on the platform and see how people stared at me like I was famous. I made many friends that year but my best friend was and will always be George Weasley.

I spent the whole summer with the Weasleys while Harry was at Sirius's home. It was the first time we were apart from each other but we wrote almost every week. The summer flew by and here we are. First of September 6 a.m. still asleep in my bed but ready for my fifth year at Hogwarts.