Harry Potter and his sister Alison

Chapter 4

Yes I changed my username. It's because I want to do other stories that aren't divergent related as well.

The first couple months weren't so bad for either Harry or Alison. They wrote each other almost everyday telling the other about how they were going and such.

Well, sort of.

Ali didn't want Harry to worry about her so she left out certain details about what was going on such as how Vernon and Dudley loved making her their new little punching bag and how little they let her eat.

Although Harry knew that Ali wasn't the best writer, she was only seven after all, he could tell that she wasn't quite being honest. Something seemed, a little off.

He was in the Great Hall writing a letter to her asking what was really going on and wishing her a happy eighth birthday when Professor Quarrel came bursting in.

"Troll! In the dungeon!" He yelled looking frantically at Professor Dumbledore. "Thought you'd ought to know." He mumbled before fainting right in the middle of the aisle.

Everyone began screaming and running around like a pack of wild banshees. Dumbledore calmly stood up then cleared his voice.

"Silence!" He bellowed and the noise and movement immediately ceased. "Now everyone, please, do not panic. Prefects take your students back to your common rooms. And teachers will follow me to the dungeon." He said more calmly and softly.

Everyone filed out and Harry grabbed Ron's arm remembering Hermione was still in the bathroom and didn't know about the troll.

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"Girl get down here now!" Bellowed Vernon from the bottom of the stairs.

Ali bit her bottom lip hard and tried to stop her hands from shaking as she slowly walked out of her room and down the stairs to her uncle.

He grabbed her by the ear and pulled her over to the kitchen then points to the window sill above the sink. "You see that!? Do you see that!? There's still dust left up there!"

Alison flinched and for the millionth time just that day, she wished Harry were here. "I-I can't reach that high." She whispered, looking down at her shoes. "I'm little and that's high."

He glared down at her then pulled his arm back and punched her in the face pretty hard. She screamed in pain and put her hands over her eye then ran upstairs to her room shutting and locking the door as she ran in.

She jumped and started crying when Vernon started banging on the door and yelling for her to come out. She grabbed her doll and hugged it tightly when she crawled under the bed and curled up in the dirty and dusty corner.

She pulled her knees to her chest and began to cry into them wishing for Harry to come home. That's all she wanted, for her big brother to come and wrap his arms around her small, fragile body and tell her that everything was going to be okay again.

But thinking me about Harry only made her cry harder and she bugged her knees as tightly as she could.

She suddenly heard a strange popping noise and slow footsteps coming from the other side of the room. Ali covered her mouth and bit her lip to silence her sobs in gear that whoever had suddenly got into her room, would try to hurt her if they knew she was there.

"Alison? Sweetheart I am Professor Dumbledore from Hogwarts. I'm here to bring you to Hogwarts with me." A soft voice, obviously belonging to an elderly man said.

Ali hesitated a minute before slowly crawling out from under the bed. Dumbledore was completely shocked by the child's condition. She obviously hadn't taken a shower in quite some the and she had bruises all up and down her arms, not to mention the large black eye her uncle had given her not even ten minutes ago.

"I knew something didn't feel right." He muttered to himself then with a flick of his wand, all of her things and clothes were packed neatly into Harry's old book bag.

"There we go. I'll send a letter to your aunt and uncle telling them where you are once we get back." He said as he picked up her bag with one hand then her with the other. "Just hold on tight okay?"

Ali nodded and squeezed her eyes shut. She felt a tugging sensation in her gut and she felt like she was flying and falling and being pulled on every direction at the same time before everything suddenly went back to normal only a second later.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw they were in some kind of bedroom. But there were so many similar looking beds and each had a large trunk like Harry's at the foot of it and a nightstand to the side.

She could instantly tell that it was the boy's room by one the messiness of the room, and two the smell of body odor.

Dumbledore walked over to one of the beds and set Ali's bag on top of it. Ali could tell it was Harry's bed from the large stack of letters she had written him and a picture of them and their parents on the nightstand.

He gently sat her down next to her bag. "Now, why don't you just stay right here, and wait for your brother to come back alright? I'll go talk to him and explain to him what's been going on and that you'll be staying here with him."

Ali's face lit up with such excitement and happiness that Dumbledore felt a smile creep up onto his own face as well. She jumped up and hugged the old man tightly and jumped up and down.

"Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you THANK YOU!" She squealed a she chuckled then patted the top of her head and set her back down on the bed.

"You are very welcome Miss. Alison." He said and her a small smile before walking out.

She say there on the bed, swinging her legs and staring at the ceiling and wall in boredom for what couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes but felt like fifteen years to her when she heard someone running up the stairs.

Harry ran in and his eyes bulged out of his head when he saw his sister. Not out if shock that she was here, but because of what she looked like.

"A-Ali what did they do to you!?" He asked in disbelief and ran over to hug her.

She buried her face in his chest and hugged him back as tightly as she could then started to cry.

"T-they were r-really m-mean to m-me." She whispered shakily and breathed deeply through her nose, comforted by the scent of her older brother. She had always accommodated that smell with safety.

He slowly sat down on the bed and pulled her onto his lap then began to rock her and her kissed her forehead. "Shh shh it's okay now." He whispered softly. "You're safe here I promise."

She sniffled and looked up at him with big, wet eyes. "Pomise?" She asked quietly.

He smiled a little and nodded. "I promise."

He kissed her forehead again then carried her over to the showers. Thankfully, no one was in here to scar Ali for life. He helped her throughly wash her hair and body then change into her pajamas.

He was about to tuck her in bed when he realized something and bit his lip. What was Ali going to do while he went to classes? He knew she was too young to go with him I class but he couldn't just leave her in this huge place on her own.

Ali really needed to go to sleep but he couldn't just leave her here alone. He wrapped a blanket around her then gently picked her up and walked out. She curled up and laid her head on his shoulder then stuck her thumb in her mouth as she slowly fell asleep in his arms.

I smile and kiss her head then slowly sneak out of the common room then start looking for Dumbledore.