Everyone knew of him. 'Harry Potter: The Chosen One' Or 'The boy who survived.' They all saw him. But what about me? Who was I to them a newly found witch or some random muggle? Why couldn't I be like him? Why was I the one forgotten and left in the dust to fend for my own. Didn't Lily and James care for me too? Yes. No? I don't know. Why couldn't I have been the one to be accepted into Hogwarts first, rather than having to live in the woods in a secluded Scotland. I always wondered these things, But one question stuck to me like glue: 'Why couldn't I be like my older brother?'
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Forgotten (A Harry Pottter story)
AdventureGrace was always in the dust. Left to fend for her own for years and years to come after Lily and James died. Even though she's semi- Strong. She'll admit... It was hard, but it's harder when wizards and muffles find out she's Harry's younger sister...
