Trouble Times Two (A Harry Potter fan fiction)

No one must know

Harry Potter. A very famous name in the wizard world, that went along with a very famous boy. Some people thought that he was a myth, others believed he was real. Harry Potter lived at number four, Privet Drive with Mr. Dursley, Mrs. Dursley, and Dudley Dursley. It was rumored that Harry had defeated the one and only Lord Voldemort, when Lord Voldemort came after Harry and his parents. Unfortunetly, Harry Potter's parents did not survive.

Harry Potter, at one point, had also had a sister; a twin sister in fact. Her name was Grace Potter. Grace had mysteriously vanished one day,not leaving a trace behind her. In fact, Grace had vanished the day Lord Voldemort was defeated. No one knew where she was, or where she went. People just assumed she was dead, because a two year old could not survive by herself. Harry Potter, he didn't even know that he had a sister. Sure, he allways felt like a piece of him was missing, but he just assumed that it was the longing for his parents. No one mentioned that Harry Potter's sister had vanished, no one thought about wether or not to mention it to Harry. They thought they were doing the right thing, protecting him from knowing he had a twin sister that may or may not have been alive.

Grace Potter was a girl who lived on the streets in London. She had thick jet black corckscrew curls that went to below her shoulders and out like an afro, except it wasnt like e ones everyone wore in the disco age. She had bright green almond eyes that faded to a silvery gray. Her heart shaped face was pale and had deep dimples in her cheeks. Her pink bow- shaped lips, thick eyelashes and freckles just on her nose gave her an unique look, yet a pretty one. She went to food and clothing banks to survive, and she did pretty well. She somehow allways found a meal, and she was a talented girl. She knew she was different, and she knew that it wasn't just the fact that she couldn't stay in an orphanage for more than ten days, and that it wasn't the fact that she lived in the edge of a park in a camping tent.

For as long as Grace could remember she went from orphanage to orphange, to foster homes and the streets. She allways had to change because people got scared of her. She never knew why, but they did.

Grace allways felt like something was missing, a huge part of her, and she assumed it was her family. After all, she could barely remember them, except for a flash of green light, and a woman with red hair, a man with black hair, and a little boy with black hair. That was her only memory, and she allways hoped that she would remember more.

One day, an old man with a long white beard and hair stopped by her tent as she was getting up. She looked up at him.

"Hello. My name is Professor Dumbledore at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Do you know how long people have been searching for you?" The old man asked her.

"No, I dont. I dont know who would be looking for me though. If they wanted me that bad, they could have searched for me at any orphanage in all of London; I've been to them all. They all have my record. And what do you mean, Professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" Grace asked Professor Dumbledore.

"Miss Potter, you're a witch. And I take that you would be a very talented one." Professor Dumbledore told her smiling.

"I'm not a witch. I don't want to be a witch.....although I guess that explaines quite a bit if I really am... and why would I be a talented one." Grace asked Dumbledore.

"You would be talented, well, because you're mother, she was a witch. Best in her year. Could you show me what you mean by 'It would explain alot'?" Dumbledore asked Grace. Grace motioned for him to come inside her tent, and he followed. When they were both in, and the door of the tent was closed, Grace began.

All of a sudden, Grace wasn't Grace any more. She was an exact replica of Dumbledore, with his half- moon shaped glasses, his long snowy white hair and beard, and his long cloaks. Then she was a woman around the age of 20 with hot pink hair that went to her mid back. She had crystal blue eyes, and a darker complexion.

Dumbledore looked at her, waiting to see if she could do more. He was begining to think that he had been right. Then Grace suddenly disappeared, and then she appeared again.

Once she appeared, she showed Professor Dumbledore her hands, which were empty. She then closed one of them tight into a fist and with the one still open, tapped it. She opened slightly her closed hand just above her other one and dirt started coming out of it. Once there was a good pile in one of her hands, she snapped with the other, and a single, beutiful Rose started to grow out of it. Then she blew on the Rose and the petals changed, and the started to fly around. Grace held out her hands and the butterflies landed on them. Grace closed her hands together, and when she opened them up, there were no butterflies.

Dumbledore continued to watch her, seeing how easily she did this, like it was the easiest thing in the world. Then all of a sudden, it started snowing. And it was snowing inside the tent. Grace twirled her finger arouns in a circular motion, and the snow started spining and spining. Suddenly Grace held up her hand in a 'Stop' motion, and all the snow stoped, and then slowly disolved.

"Miss Potter, is there anything else you can do?" Dumbledore asked Grace.

"Yea......you're going to think I'm insane though." Grace said not looking at Dumbledore.

"No I won't, just tell me. Please, I need to know this." Dumbledore smiled at her.

"Okay....well I can talk to ghosts, I'm a medium, but I can also help others talk to ghosts. And I can also change into animals. I'm also psychic." Grace said fiddeling with her hands.

"Here. Say this, okay?" Dumbldore asked Grace. Grace nodded. "Evanesco." Dumbledore pulled out an apple from his cloak, and put it on the tent floor. " Look at the apple and say Evanesco inside you head."

Grace nodded and concentrated. After she thought of the word Evanesco, the apple disapeared.

"Hmm...Miss Potter, have you shown all this to anyone? I mean any of this." Dumbledore questioned.

"Um...no, only sometimes I accidentally changed into a bear, but not when people were around....thats why I kept getting kicked out of orphanages." Grace told him.

"Very well, very well...you must not tell anyone. Not a single soul, okay Miss Potter? You are what is called a....a multi-wizard. You can find out more in he library once u get to Hogwarts. Read this letter-" Dumbledore paused so he could reach into his cloak and fish out her letter "-and tomorow morning a very tall man will be here to search for you, and take you to find all the thigs you need, okay?"

Grace nodded, quite a bit confused at why she could not tell anyone this, and why another man was going to search for her again. Dumbledore left the tent, and just as Grace was about to read the letter, he poked his head back in the tent.

"By the way, Happy 11th birthday Miss Potter." And then he was gone.