SHE POTTER | 18+

CHAPTER ONE

JADE POTTER

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Why did I agree to go back to school again?

After years of begging him, Papa said I could get an education in the magic arts. Defend myself and my family since Voldemort is back. Whatever that means.

However, I can't help but be excited to see Harry again finally. A few months ago, when Voldemort was confirmed to be back, I heard he was using trains in London to keep his mind busy and away from almost everyone besides the order. Understandable, of course.

I decided it was time to join my cousin at Hogwarts and get the proper education in the magical arts since I had already excelled in everything, muggle.

Amoretta is my sister from another mister; my parents adopted her at twelve when her parents were killed by Death Eaters years back. She is also going to be attending Hogwarts with me.

Both of us are purebloods, and I can assure you I'm not that ignorant. I don't care about blood status or whether someone is Muggle-born; I only care about whether they are a threat. Knowing the status of someone's blood is prevalent in times like these.

Amoretta and I turned sixteen at the beginning of the year, so we were entering our sixth year. We're going to be seventeen soon. Hopefully, the professors will understand we aren't completely stupid for not going to Hogwarts our whole lives. We have a ton of knowledge in the magical arts, considering our parents put us through magic school at home when we were young.

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"Amoretta? Andiamo! King's Cross Station is a long drive from here; hurry up, will you?" I bang on her door with my fists one by one. I like to be annoying, especially since she takes forever to get ready for little things like the supermarket or getting petrol.

Amoretta lost her parents four years ago and has been living with us ever since. She didn't have a family to go to; she did, but she despised them, and I couldn't leave her on the streets. My parents had it in their hearts to allow her to stay.

They adopted her last year, for which she and I were grateful. She didn't like the family she was dealt with, and it was better for her to stay with my parents and me.

My parents allowed her to change her last name from De Luca to Potter. She chose Potter. I understand why people fear the name.

"I'm coming. Will you relax? We can apparate there; Papa said we didn't have to drive," she yells back. I groan and plop onto my bed, staring at the black ceilings.

My mama was a Slytherin, and I can only guess since, from what I have heard, my Papa would be a Gryffindor like my Uncle James and my Aunt Lily.

From research, though, I think I'd be sorted into Slytherin or Gryffindor. The same goes for Amoretta, though I could see her being more of a Gryffindor.

Slytherins are always looked at differently because of Voldemort. Yes, some worship him, but I feel like that's just a stereotype passed down since his reign, even before that. Slytherins are given a bad rap; sometimes, the students play into it because they are young and impressionable.

I don't want to be judged for being in Slytherin, but if the hat says I am, then I am. I'd be happy with whatever; the hat never lies. I know who I am.

I forced myself to get back up and finish packing everything I needed—just small necessities I didn't want in my trunk or handled by anyone else.

Since we were allowed a pet, I brought my family cat, Salem. Okay, don't laugh. She's a black cat, and I know it's cliche, but when I got her, I was ten and obsessed with Sabrina the Teenage Witch. She's eight and such a sweetheart.