Harry Potter's Little Sister

Chapter One

CHARACTER PROFILE
Name: Rose Lily Grace Potter
Age (for now): eleven
D.O.B (date of birth): August 31st
Hair: red, curly, shoulder length
Eyes: bright green
Personality: stubborn, brave, shy
House: Gryffindor
Sibling(s): Harry Potter (brother)
Parents: James and Lily Potter (dead) raised by Deatheaters
Godparent(s): Sirius Black
Friends: Golden Trio and Weasleys
Enemies: Slytherins
Other: freckles, light skin, short
Disorders: dyslexia and ADHD

"Alright Lily, Harry and Rose should go to bed." My father said, firmly. 

"No! More time!" Harry, my older brother, babbled. We were in Godrics Hollow in our house. We were prepared for Voldemort, though. Lily was tense, and James was trying to make her forget about it. 

"Lily, Wormtail will do his job as secret keeper. We're safe." He tried to persuade her.

 "Broom broom!"

 My brother was on his toy broom that went about three feet off the ground. "Alright, time for bed." Lily said, smiling. It didn't reach her eyes. James picked up Harry and Lily carried me. We were halfway up our old, creaky staircase, when the door was blasted open. 

"Lily! Take Harry and hide!" My father yelled frantically, running to the door and whipping out his wand.

 Lily didn't turn back as she ran up the rickety staircase and into the room I shared with Harry. But we were too late. Voldemort was standing there, laughing evilly. Lily put us in the crib and pleaded. 

"Not Harry, not Rose. Please! Take me instead!" 

"Step aside you foolish woman, and you will not be harmed." Voldemort replied, sneering. But my mother didn't move. Our quaint little room was the same, except one wall was blown to bits, which were now scattered around the room. 

"I warned you. AVADA KEDAVRA!" He exclaimed, pointing his thin, white wand, at her. The spell hit her right in the chest, and she collapsed, dead before she even hit the floor. Voldemort laughed, while Harry cried silently, and I screamed uncontrollably. Voldemort advanced on us. "Now, who to kill first..." He wondered, tapping his disgustingly long nails on his wand. "Well, the rules are ladies first, but I go out of my way to break rules." He cackled and pointed his wand, "Harry Potter. Soon to be dead, a minute before his sister. tsk tsk Such a shame. Oh no it's not! AVADA KEDAVRA!"

 But, instead of crumpling lifelessly, Harry just sat there. When the blast of emerald green light shot out of Voldemort's wand, it rebounded. Literally. It hit Harry's forehead and bounced back, at me. It hit my wrist, leaving a curled scar, before it bounced back right at the shocked face of the person now known as You-Know-Who, or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Harry and I appeared to be fine, the only thing that changed was the small, lighting bolt shaped, scar on his head, and my wrist of course. Right where the curse rebounded. Voldemort, sorry, You-Know-Who, however, was writhing in pain. He was morphing, shrinking, becoming more transparent. Then, it was over. All that was left was skin and bones on the smallest, most ghost like body, you've ever seen. He grabbed his wand, screaming into the black night sky.

But, before Voldemort vanished, he grabbed me and apparated. I was one month when Voldemort took me.

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