Harry's Sister

That night

It had been years since Harry was born and Voldemort still hasn't found them. Lily and James were convinced that Voldemort wouldn't come at all and started to slack on the proper protective protocol. Harry turned four a few months ago and it was Halloween now. Just a bit more than a year ago on August the first they had another baby. Aradia Lily Potter was her name. Harry loved her. Suddenly, the door burst open and a pale bald figure in a cloak ran in. Voldemort.

Lily ran and hid both her children. The big brother who was four had black hair which was both fluffy and curly, his big eyes a striking emerald green that almost glowed in the dark like cat's eyes. He had small circle rimmed glasses perched on his nose, making him look a lot older and mature than he was. He was a child and yet still understood what was happening. He held his sister close while she slept, hiding her behind him. He heard his parents fall to the floor. Tears fell from his eyes. He looked at his sister for what seemed like the last time. She was the exact opposite of him. Frizzy red hair in curls and big brown eyes. She was pale and he had a light tan.

Harry hid is sister and expertly waddle-ran out of the cupboard to protect her from the man that killed his parents. Then it hit him. The green light. It didn't hurt. It tickled him. He giggled as the light surrounded him. the giggle echoed. Suddenly, he was surrounded by white. An old man stood in front of him. He'd never seen him, yet Harry knew his name. "Dumbledore?" He asked in his toddle voice as he stood up. "Yes Harry. You need to live." "Why?" "Your sister needs you. Wake up Harry." Dumbledore began to fade to white. "Wake up."
"Wake up."
"Wake up."
"Wake up!"
"WAKE UP!"

Harry sat up in bed. He looked to see his sister. Only she wasn't one, she was eleven. "Harryyyyyy. You promised you would take me to Diagon Alley! I have a late birthday and I got my owl today we have to hurry or I they'll be sold out! Then I won't be able to go to hogwarts and learn properly! They'll kick me out! They'll call me a squib! And I'll be dumb and stupid for the rest of my life! I'd be the disappointment of the family!!" She yelled. Aradia now had long slightly frizzy, messy and curly ginger hair, her eyes still the same moon textured brown. It was very noticeable that Harry and her had the same defined jaw line and face shape as well as the same cutely defined nose.

"Calm down Ara. That's not going to happen. It's a whole month until the hogwarts express is due at king's cross. Harry stood up and walked to his closet. Barely a minute later he came out of the closet fully clothed in baggy distressed acid washed jeans and a baggy white band shirt. Moony and Padfoot had taught them well. "Get dressed Ara, or we won't make it." Harry teased. Said sister's eyes widened and she scurried to her room. Harry looked himself in the mirror. He had fluffy curly hair, pitch black in colour, that almost covered his eyes. His eyes had stayed the same and were still the same striking green colour. His mother's eyes. He walked out of his room and down the hall to his sister's. He knocked and his sister opened the door. She was jumping around trying to get her shoe on.

"Come on, let's go." Harry told her. She put her now shoed foot back on the floor and walked behind Harry. "Moony we're going to Diagon Alley! Tell Padfoot not to worry when he wakes up!" Yelled to the kitchen of the Black Estate. "Ok stay safe!" Moony yelled back. Padfoot always slept until lunch. Harry grabbed the key on the way out and locked the door. Harry was tall for his age so he could easily pass as someone older than fourteen, while Aradia looked almost younger, or too small for her age.

Once they reached the pub that took them to Diagon Alley, excitement filled their souls. Harry held Aradia's hand and walked into the pub. People stopped what they were doing and looked at them. No, not them, they were looking at Harry. More specifically, his scar. His scar which went from his hair line down almost half his face through his forehead. It looked like a wicked bolt of lightning. One that struck fear as one of the lightning branches went through one of his eyes. He bowed his head as they all stood up and began to come to him.

"Harry Potter, what a pleasure!" "My is that Harry Potter?" "The boy who lived!" "How did you survive the curse, what's your secret?" "Minute for the press, Harry?" "Shake my hand! Shake my hand!" "Can I get a picture? It's for my kids." "Please sir it's for my children. I have seven of them, all your biggest fans!" Before Harry had been pushing his way through the crowd with his sister behind him, but the words stopped Harry for no apparent reason. "Please, make room. I'll take photos." He said. He knew that voice from somewhere. Everyone made room and a man with bright red flaming hair made his way over the him. "Oh thank you. You might know my son he's in your year. He comes home every holiday raving about how he wished he was your friend. His name's Ron. I'm Arthur Weasley. It's nice to meet you."

Harry shook his hand as Arthur set up a camera with magic by wand. Harry stood holding his sister's hand who was over a foot shorter. With his right hand he waved with a smile and his sister hid behind him slightly and waved aswell. Arthur jumped in the picture. He was almost the same height as Harry. He stood right beside him and smiled brightly before a bright light blinded them all and the shutter sound went off.