July 31st, 1998.
On a crisp late July day, the Potter household was filled with joy as Lily and James welcomed not one, but two children into the world - Harry and his twin sister, Olivia. Harry's birth was heralded with bright sparks of accidental magic, while Olivia's arrival was quieter, her magic absent but her spirit just as bright. Despite being named a Squib, Olivia was cherished just as deeply by her parents, who saw no difference between their children. To Lily and James, Olivia was perfect as she was - a beloved daughter who completed their family, and whose laughter filled the house with a warmth that magic alone never could.
October 31st, 1999.
The night the Dark Lord broke into Potter Manor was one that would be etched into history - a moment of terror that twisted into an unexpected victory. Voldemort's cold laughter filled the nursery as he raised his wand, stunning Lily and James with a flick of his wrist. But when he aimed the Killing Curse at Harry, it backfired in a blinding flash of green light, striking Voldemort down and leaving Harry unharmed. Amid the chaos that followed, Olivia was forgotten. Overlooked and deemed unimportant without her brother's legendary mark, she grew up in the shadow of Harry's fame, raised by the house-elves who whispered of a time when both children were loved. As Harry basked in the adoration and gifts that followed, he became spoiled and arrogant, while Olivia faded into the background - unseen and unloved in the home that should have been hers too.
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