Harry Potter's Sister (Hiatus)

Harry Potter's Sister

Harry Potter's Sister

By Madeinalaska

'All wizards,

I am Katlyn. I am writing this letter to anyone and everyone. I am taking donations: clothes, food, anything. Anyone who cares to donate, put it in the donations box in Diagon Ally, in the ally near Olivanders.

-Katlyn'

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I folded one of the many copies of this letter and gave it to my freakishly small owl, named Flute. He was a gift from the pet store next to where I live, here in Diagon Ally.

"Give this to any wizarding family who looks like they would care, Flute." I said to him, and he flew out into the early morning. This had been our ritual for as long as I can remember,

every other morning I'd write a new letter in hopes of someone actually sending somthing. No one ever did, though. Sure, somtimes I'd get somthing, and for that I'm grateful, but usualy nothing extremely useful. Like food for example. I mean really, when is a starving person going to use a freaking remembrall??

My voice hurt a bit and I realized I had been mumbling out loud. Oops. rolled up my sleeping bag and put my pillow on top of it, and put them under the shelf that held my broken snitch and my remembrall. (What wizards will donate these days...)

I scraped up the owl droppings from my room and tossed them out the window. Yucky... It was probably not the best to live in a small storage closet in a potions store in Diagon Ally, but where else would a strange, homeless, seemingly hopeless 10 year old go?

I sat on my chair, looking around the place I called home. It was a rectangle room, with just enough space for a small cushy reading chair, sleeping bag, shelf, empty bookcase, and two doors. The two doors were across from each other, on the far rights of the room.

I started to walk down Diagon Ally towrds Ollivanders, knowing probably nothing would be there, but I had to check anyway. On my way out of the door, I saw Mr. Kingsly, who was the potions store owner and let me stay in one of the three storage closets.

"Hey-y-y!!!" I called to him, streching out the sylables. Mr K, as I called him, always was a nice man, it seemed no matter what. Some would say he's slightly creepy, with his pale complexion and greased down blonde hair, but he was always giving me food and things. He always seemed to snap me out of any anger issues I had.

"Hello, Katie," He answered. Katlyn was too long for me to say. "What have you gotten today?" He asked.

"Dunno, about to find out!" I said. Anyway, I went to look behind Olivanders. I saw a small, circle-ish yellow shiny skinny box. It was a pop out mini hairbrush/compact mirror. Uh... Ah, well. At least it's somewhat useful, although I never really cared much for appearance.

I sat on the bench outside Ollivanders and began to work out my tangles, descovering this weak looking brush was somhow enchanted to untangle hair unnaturally fast. I watched people go by, one of my many habits, the crowds of wizards slowly getting thicker and thicker.

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I STARTED A NEW STORY!!!!

Usually my storied are short, booring and all around fails, but I feel somthing for this one. So to all of my fans out there, all three of them, I'm counting on you. Please tell me wether you think this story will be a hit or a miss. Note the title...

Copyrights and other important things I feel need to call atention to: One: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!! Two: I DO OWN KATLYN THOUGH!!! Three: MUAHAHAHA!!!!!!

Anyway, Sorry to bore you, but bye! MADEINALASKA OUT!!!!