Sierra bell Clive( Harry potter fan fiction) *COMPLETED*

The day I got adopted

Prologue

Hi I'm Sierra-bell Clive and I live in a muggle orphanage because my parents died when I was five. My mums was a natural death by cancer but my dad was murdered my the one and only lord Voldemort who used to be known as Tom Riddle.

I have really curly blond hair with some red throughout it and I had violet eyes, I also have a twin brother named Suanden whose hair is the opposite of mine and he had golden eyes. Enough about me lets get onto the story here.

Chapter 1

The day I got adopted it was just an ordinary at the orphanage for me and my twin, Suanden, but that all changed when the owner of the orphanage Mrs Bins told me that I had a visitor.

I wondered who this person was because after the last person who tried adopt me ended up getting punched in the face, and since then no one has bothered to come.

When I entered the room where everybody who gets adopted goes there was a rather chubby man, a nice sized women, and two boys.

One of the boys was quite chubby, while the other had black hair and emerald green eyes, and unlike the other boy, this boy was almost as skinny as me. From that one look at the boy I instantly fell in love with him.

"You are Sierra I believe," questioned the man.

"Yes sir," I quietly answered.

"Well sierra I'm going to adopt you. I'm not saying I will

love you, I'm just doing this because my little dudders wanted a sister. All right Sierra My name is Mr. Dursley, this is my wife, this is Dudley Dursley and the one there is Harry Potter." Mr. Dursley said Harrys name as though he despised him.

When we got to their house Mr. Dursley told me that I'd be staying with Harry until he could get me a different

room. I dragged my few possessions, which were my photo album of my parents and my twin Suanden, and my very few clothes. The room was fairly small and was covered in posters of some random person flying a broomstick, one of Harry with

what looked like his friends, there were also lots of photos of like stuff that had Gryffindor written on it and the last one was the on his bedside table which was of a young boy and his parents smiling.

"That's me and my parents," Harry told me after he realized what I had been looking at.

"They looked happy what happened to them?" I asked him.

"They were both murdered by a guy named Tom

riddle," Harry answered.

"That's funny because I got told my dad was murdered by the same person." I was quickly becoming very curious in where this conversation was going. I never was really told much about Tom Riddle, nor much about my parents either.

"You know. that's creepy. Very creepy. What happened to your mum?" Harry questioned.

"Oh my mum died of cancer when I was five then my dad was murdered when I was seven." I quickly answered his question.

"At least you knew yours a bit," said Harry.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Harry said, "Mine died when I was one and know I'm stuck with

my aunt and uncle."

"Try living at an orphanage with your annoying twin. You have

a twin. Yes my brother Saunden who lives with someone that I don't know. He's been living there since just before you guys adopted me, so not very long," I replied, and asked, "Am I going to go to school?"

"How old are you?" Asked Harry.

"I'm eleven," answered me.

Harry responded, "Well I'm not sure because I've got the feeling your what I am."