Harry Potter and the Unexpected Slytherin Girl•fanfiction•

Chapter 1

Narrator

Harry Potter grew up under the stairs on number 4 privet drive in the southern part of England with his Aunt and Uncle Dursley. Along with there son Dudley Dursley.

Harry was never thought of as their own child. As a matter of fact, the Dursley's despised him because of his parents and their "gifts". He had no friends at school, and was picked on much by Dudley and his group of friends. Harry was easy to pick on because of his scrawny self. and he wore old clothes torn clothes of Dudley's which didn't fit because Dudley was such a chubby boy. Suspicious things happened when Harry became angry or irritated. They were unexplained. He was often punished for them even though he had no clue what he had done wrong.

Elizabeth Potter, or Liza(LIE-zuh)for short. Had a life completely and utterly different. She grew up in all girls foster home for witches. Occupied by 13 girls, 10 goats, 10 chickens, 7 cats, 4 dogs, and 2 horses. Also, each of the girls had there own Owl. Trouble, Tyson, Pepper, Passion, Screech, Brisco, Lucky, Blue, Starlight, Ollie, and Rufus just to name the bunch of them. Miss McMaster, the girls foster mother who was a muggle, treated each and every girl like her own. Liza was the 5th oldest among the girls, being 13 years old. She was a very skinny but masculine girl, she got along very well with most of the girls, and spent much of her time helping the younger ones with homeschooling. However, Liza was the one who took the longest with keeping her magic under control. She often lost control of her magic when she became frustrated. Harry and Liza had no knowledge of their relation, of course Liza knew of him because of his appearances in the paper. But, envied him because of his fame. **************************

Liza's POV July 15
16 days until Liza's birthday***

I closed the door to Windstorms stall. I brushed my hand over his dark grey dappled neck. My hand glided across his masculine body build. I kissed his muzzle and did the same to our other horse Freya, her golden coat shone in the bit of light that gleamed through the tiny cracks of our shed.

After locking the shed I marched my way uphill to our large countryside home. Passing a few goats that had followed me begging for food. Our home included 5 bedrooms and 5 bathrooms. 1 common room, a reading room and a gigantic kitchen and dining area.

Along with a smaller apartment like space for our teacher Miss Weasley, and basement which served as a bedroom. It had started to sprinkle and the sky turned a light grey, with a few white clouds scattered throughout the sky. Closing the door behind me, I hung my coat up and set my boots on the tall shoe rack that occupied all 12 pairs of my sisters shoes.

My dark brown hair was messed, from my evening chores. I pushed it out of my face revealing the scar on my neck. I had no clue what it was from, most probably an accident playing around with my fellow housemates when I was younger. I quickly located all of my siblings. The youngest, Ashleigh, Bayleigh, and Rowena , were in the house's large common room playing with their dollies. Brookelynn and Hadlee sat at the small table in the middle of the common room putting a puzzle together. The twins, and Rowena did their job bouncing their dolls all over the puzzle. Angering Hadlee and Brookelynn. I laughed and rolled my eyes making my way through the rest of my massive home.

Ryleigh was laying back on the couch in the reading room, having her nose stuck in a book that I couldn't finish in a year. Our english mastiff puppy, Winston was curled up in her lap. Brice, a very large German shepherd, lay in the floor beside the couch. "What you reading?" I asked. Winston popped his head up, ears perked. Brice still lay asleep. "A book about dark arts. It's quite interesting." She replied not looking up from the book. I nodded and wandered off to the kitchen. Ryleigh had always been a book worm. She was one of the nerds in the house, easilly placing her in Ravenclaw at Hogwarts.