Double Trouble

Chapter 1

New York, New York
Alex's POV:
I am wandering around Central Park trying to ignore the man following me. Pretty soon it is just too much and I turn around to snap at them. "Look buddy there is this thing called personal space. Maybe you have heard of it? It means don't get to close to me." I snip turning around to face him. Once I get a good look at him I stop completely. "Sir do I know you from some were?" I ask cautiously. He smiles at me and nods. "Good to see you again Miss. Potter. I have has the recent honor of meeting and getting to know your twin brother. I am the headmaster of his school and we would like you to attend." He says in a calming voice. I freeze and my breath catches at twin brother. "Y-you know him?" I ask hopeful. He nods again and holds out his arms from me.

I walk into them and am imediatly comforted. "Please professor may I go with you and see him?" I whisper pleadingly. "Of course my dear. He is currently staying with one of his friend's family. I will ask them if you may stay. Oh and you know this is a school for magic correct?" I nod and he smiles back at me. "Well just take my arm and we will go ask them together alright?" I nod again and do as he says after grabbing my backpack. I then hold onto his right elbow and feel myself pushed through a black tube where I can't breath. We land on the ground and I barely keep my footing. When I look up again after catching my breath I see we are in a totally different place. "Wow!" I murmer. I then notice the big family of redheads, a girl with brown bushy hair, another girl with pretty dark brown curly hair, and finnaly a boy with the same messy black hair, emerald green eyes, and body structure as me.

I am watching the kids that look my age as the adults talk and everyone is watching me. "Everyone this is Alexandria Potter. She is Harry's younger twin sister. She will be staying with us for the remander of the summer." A redheaded woman who must be the mother announces to the group. All the kids gasp at my last name except the boy who looks exactly like me. He grins a huge grin and I chance a small smile back. "Do you have a scar as well?" A tall redheaded boy who looks about my age asks me a bit rudly. My brother whacks the back of his head and gives him a look. The brunet girl gasps and repremands him. I giggle slightly. "One yes I have a scar, two that was quite rude, and three you don't even know me why are you sticking up for me?" I say quietly.

Suddenly a girl and a man with sandy hair, pale skin, and tall appear. The man has scars running across the length of his face but he still looks very nice. "Becca?" I whisper. She looks at me and nods remembering me as well. "Wait Alexandria as in Alex?" The girl with dark brown hair asks moving forward. I nod and as one the other two girls and I meet in the middle and have a group hug. "Hey Sarah! Hey Becca!" I say excited that they remember me too. "Wait you three know each other?" Becca's dad asks with a man who could only be Sarah's father who just appeared. We nod together. "Dad, uncle Sirius you have to remember Alex Potter. Or as you two called her little Lexi." Becca reminds them. Realization clicks in their heads and smiles spread across their faces. They both move forward and hug the life out of me. "Need air to live!" I gasp out. Harry walks forward and gives me a hug too. "You remember me?" I ask thrilled when he nods.

We are then all ushered into a sitting room and my brother, best friends, and I sit on the floor in a circle. The brunette and red head from earlier flank my brother. Harry then leans back on his hands and makes an angle with his knees and pats them after looking at me. I nod and lean against them as he decides to play with my hair and listen at the same time. They all tell me what has happened in their lives up until now. I learned that the ginger is named Ron and the brunette is named Hermione. I decided to just call her Mione though. Then it is my turn to share my story.

"I was given to an orphanage in America. But when I turned three I was in a meadow near it and I smelled smoke. I ran back and saw men in masks and black cloaks dissapearing and the orphanage going up in flames. After that I was put into the foster care system and I was living on the streets for five years. When I turned eight I was fostered. The first night they wanted to know about me and I told them my story. But they decided that I couldn't be loved and was worthless. It is the law that you keep the item of fosterjng for at least a week so after that first night I was locked in a closet given one meal a day and just enough water. After that week I was back on the street just scraping by. I was alone for a month after each fostering and to me those months were a gift. I hated every family and they hated me. My meal for a month consisted of a loaf of bread, a block of cheese, and water. That is what I lived off of for years. The only times I had a real meal was the first night of each fostering." I whisper. Everyone in the room looks astounded by my upbringing and the women and girls have tears in their eyes.

In an effort to stay away from that subject Ginny, the youngest and only girl in the Weasley family, asks if I can sing and dance. I nod and them after grabbing my iPhone and speakers the girls and I sing and dance in the yard. When everyone else comes out to watch us we do actual routines and some accapella. I don't notice everyone is watching me dance u till they clap as I finish dancing to chandelier. "Alright kids let's go in and eat. Oh and Alex you will sleep with Harry and Ron. Is that alright with you?" Mrs. Weasley asks me kindly. I nod and smile at my brother and his best friend who are both beaming at me. "Lexi how about you eat a little tonight and with each meal we will slowly increase the amount of food you eat until it is a normal portion?" Uncle Remus asks me concern exhed into his face. I smile and nod again.