Harry Potter's Older Sister

The Letter

*****Dawn's POV*****

I'm awoken by Amy banging on my door. I swing out of my bed and get dressed. I pull my glasses on. Hi I'm Dawn Potter, I have no family, I'm adopted and today is my 11th birthday, but another uncelebrated. I walk up the basement stairs, that's where I sleep and hide out, into the kitchen. I quickly toast some bread and butter that toast and set on plates. I run to collect the mail and see one for me. I shove it under my shirt and take the rest to David. I head to my basement and sit on the mattress on the floor. I open the letter only to have it snatched from my hands. "You stupid girl!" David yells hitting me. Amy and Debbie storm down and soon they're all hitting me. Suddenly the front door smashes open and a few seconds later so does my door. A giant man storms down. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!" His voice bellows. He walks over and pushes them away. I quickly back into the corner. I pale at the size of the man. "Ahhhh! Young Dawn Lillian Potter is a Metamorphmagus!" He says. I eye him weirdly. "A Meta what?" I question. He laughs. "A Metamorphmagus can change their appearance, Miss white hair, and gray eyes." He laughs. I glare at him and grab my hair and see that it's red. "Lies!" I call out. After a few minutes, he says, "Well we're behind schedule. Better go get your school stuff. Pack your things, you're not gonna be here for a while." I quickly toss my things into a small backpack and sling it over my shoulder. We walk out of the building and head towards a different place.

"My name's Rubeus Hagrid, call me Hagrid. Gamekeeper at Hogwarts. Here's your letter." He says handing me another envelope like the one from before. I open it and read it.

"Dear Miss Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress."

I pull out another piece of paper.

"First years will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (Dragonhide or Similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

Course books:

The Standard Book of Spells
A History of Magic
Magical Theory
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration
One Thousand Herbs and Fungi
Magical Drafts and Potions
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection

Other Equipment:

1 Wand
1 Cauldron (Pewter, Standard Size 2)
1 Set of Glass or Crystal Phials
1 Telescope
1 set of Brass Scales

Students may also bring if they desire, an Owl OR a Cat OR a Toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEA ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK.

Yours Sincerely,

Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions."

I sigh. "Hagrid. Where do we get this stuff? I don't think you can get it in Ireland." I say. He smirks, "Just follow me. Almost there." He says, opening the door to a pub. Some people say hello to him. "Sorry can't stick around. Got to help Dawn Potter get her Hogwarts stuff." He says. Every head snaps towards me, staring intently. I wave, putting my head down and blushing. I line of sight, I see my hair is a rosy pink. They all gasp, probably seeing the irregular scar on my forehead. People start talking to me. "Professor Wandspark. This is Dawn Lillian Potter. Dawn this is the Defense Against the Dark Arts for 4th years and above. You've got Professor Quirrell." Hagrid says. We shake hands and head out. Hagrid pulls out his wand and taps it on the brick wall. The shift around and soon make the shape of an archway. We walk through and I see heaps of Wizards and Witches.

We walk inside a large white building. "Gringotts, the only wizarding bank." He explains. I nod as we head to the counter. "Miss Potter would like to access her and her brother's vault," He calls to the goblin at the counter. My brother. He's alive still? "Does she have her key?" The goblin says. Hagrid pulls it out quickly. We follow him to a cart and take off to my vault. "MY BROTHER IS STILL ALIVE!?" I shout to Hagrid, will we zoom towards the vault. "HE'S WITH YOUR AUNT AND UNCLE! GOING TO COLLECT HIM IN TWO YEARS!" He shouts back. I nod. "CAN I COME TOO!?" I yell. He nods. Soon we stop. We walk over to the only vault and the goblin takes the key. He turns the key and the vault door swings open. I look inside and see that it's stacked high with coins. I look at Hagrid. He laughs and says, "You think your parents would leave you with nothing?" I nod. I'm handed a small bag to put my coins in. I grab three hand fulls and pour them into the bag.

I carry packages with all my things. My books in my cauldron. "You get your wand. I'm going to get you something for your birthday!" He calls walking off. I head to my left into the wand shop. "Miss Potter, welcome!" A man calls from the highest shelves, I wave, "I have just the right wand for you!" He grabs a box and climbs down. "This wand has the same core as the one that gave you that scar. It has given one other feather. I put that feather into the wand that I'll hopefully give to your brother!" He cheers. I take the wand and feel a warm rush through me. "MR OLLIVANDER!" yell two boy voices. I turn around and see a pair of twins walking over. "The Weasley Twins. Welcome! Have you met Miss Potter before?" Mr. Ollivander says. They shake their heads and walk over. "My, my brother. A young girl with the last name Potter!" They say at the same time, "But does she have the scar to prove it?" I glare at them while they circle me, my hair turning blood red and fanning out. I feel something burning my hands. I look down and see that my hands are on fire. I squeal and start trying to put them out. Suddenly I feel a stream of water on them. I look and a see my hands balls of water. "Wow! A Metamorphmagus and Elemental!" They say. I smile. I look and see Hagrid outside holding a cage. I pick the wand from where I put it on the counter and turn to the boys. "So who are you, boys?" I ask, picking my stuff again. Their smiles widen. "Fred and George Weasley. We'll save you a seat on the train!" They say. I nod and walk out.