"It's true," I mutter under my breath. Holy shit it's true. I don't even want to admit it-even though I was treated like crap my whole life, I'd had it pretty good. I got a bed, warm water, delicious food. I had a family that loved me. Here, I'm a stranger.
Sure, Harry was family, but I'd only known him one day. I wish this was all a dream and I could wake up, but it's true, and I can prove it.
"Harry, your scar. Can I see it?" I ask.
"Uh, sure, I guess," Harry replies. He brushes his hair to the side to reveal his scar. A lightning bolt. I breathed in sharply. Dumbledore looked over at me and smiled. He knew.
"Why? What's happening?" Harry looks worried.
"Dumbledore said that Voldemort's spell was directed at me. It hit me and deflected onto you. My neck to your head." My hand instinctively goes up to my neck. I push my long brown hair away. Behind it is a scar.
A lightning bolt scar.
"The story is real," I whisper. As if it was planned, Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, and Harry all gasped at the same time.
Dumbledore smiled. "Apparently you're very smart, also. I'm surprised you made that connection. How did you know Harry had a scar?"
I shook my head. "I didn't. I figured that since I had one, maybe he had one also."
Later, I was lying in bed. (I slept in Ginny's room.) I couldn't fall asleep because tomorrow was my first day of school. A million thoughts rushed through my head.
Will people be nice to me?
What house will I be sorted into?
Should I be scared?
What if people hate me because I'm a Potter?
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The Girl Who Lived
Fanfiction||COMPLETED|UNDER EDITING|| Sure, you've all heard of the all famous Harry Potter and how he found the Sorcerer's Stone, discovered the Chamber of Secrets, helped the Prisoner of Azkaban, blah, blah, blah. Well, what about his not-so-famous twin s...
