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A handful of memories started rolling around in my head - the only memories my brain would let me focus on.
"But Aunt Petunia!" I heard a seven-year-old version of me whine. A broom in my hand swirled into view. "I'll only clean if you tell me how my parents died."
A tall and skinny women turned to face me. "You know how your parents died. In a car crash. End of story."
"But how did they die?" I cried. "Where? When? Why?"
"Don't be foolish, girl, I just told you how they died. And how many times do I have to tell you! You mustn't ask questions about this topic. Or at all."
"But I-"
"That is quite enough Annabelle, you just earned yourself no dinner tonight. Now go to your room! Oh wait, you don't have one..." My Aunt Petunia curled her lips into an evil grin, and snatched the broom out of my hand. "Now go!"
"Where-"
"GO!"
Aunt Petunia raised the broom over her head and lunged forward. I could tell she was about to sweep me away, but I was too quick. I started sprinting, tears welling up in my eyes. I was (and still am) a clumsy girl, and I tripped over my own feet. As I hit the ground, the scene changed with a puff of black smoke.
I found myself in one of Aunt Petunia's old dresses that, surprisingly, fit me well. It was silver and had spaghetti straps, and went down to my knees. A necklace with fake pearls surrounded my neck (no way my uncle would allow me to get my hands on real pearls) and I had my boring, brown hair let down. My feet were getting cold as I sensed something was wrong.
I turned my head around casually to see that pudding was hovering towards the guests that were sitting across from me, the Masons. Aunt Petunia, my uncle, Vernon Dursley and cousin Dudley were just noticing, and the nervous looks on their faces screamed one thing; magic.
This was recent, I realized. Go me, I can remember stuff. At any moment, the pudding should-
SPLASH! The pudding crashed onto the Masons, caking their face in icing. And to my fear, standing behind them was a face that I knew too well-
"I'm so sorry!" Uncle Vernon cried. "Our nephew is very disturbed, he gets upset when he meets strangers, so we kept him upstairs..." I turned around to see Uncle Vernon's nephew. I was about to see his face clearly, when all of a sudden a flash of lightning struck.
I was in a shack, the shack where the truth had come barreling down upon me. A person- or giant- no, half giant- was looking down upon the Dursleys and someone else, whom I was hiding behind. The half giant was looking at the other person, who I now recognized as my closest relative, but that was all I could compute about his family. He had jet black hair and breathtaking green eyes, and round glasses. I then remembered his name when the half giant spoke the words that changed my life:
"Yer a wizard, Harry."
"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" A women screamed and fell to the ground with a flash of green light. This was my first - but worst - memory. I began to shake in fear. Actually, someone was shaking me.
My eyes snapped open. The boy I had seen in my dreams, Harry, was trying to wake me up.
"Ann, we've got visitors," he said.
"Wha- what?" I said groggily.
"No time for questions, just pack your stuff because we're not coming back." I realized I was in the cupboard under the stairs, the place where I go to sleep when I am punished, and Harry's old room.
I flung my arms around Harry's neck and hoisted myself into a sitting position. I now know how I'm related to him.
Harry Potter is my brother.
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A/N: Did you guys like it so far? sorry if it was kinda confusing, please tell me if it is. And if your lost so far, allow me to explain.
This is a Harry Potter fanfic. Its about Harry having a little sister (Ann) and this book is taking place when Harry goes to second year, so CoS.
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