Temupotter Stories

Harry Potter's first night at Hogwarts was supposed to be magical. Freshly sorted into Gryffindor, he is buzzing with nervous excitement. But the majestic atmosphere of the Great Hall shatters when a chaotic, distinctly unhinged ten-year-old storms the Sorting Ceremony. Wearing a moth-eaten uniform that looks like it survived a duel with a lawnmower, and sporting taped-together spectacles held up by sheer delusion, she zeroes in on the Boy Who Lived. "I am Jouleevanssnapepotter!" she bellows, her voice echoing off the enchanted ceiling. "I am Harry Potter's younger sister! I have the black hair! I have the glasses! I'm in Gryffindor! Snape is my godfather! I'm the real Joule! If you don't have black hair, broken glasses, and the resident dungeon bat as your godparent, you are NOT a Potter!" The Great Hall descends into a stunned, horrified silence. But as the actual, elegant Joule Era Sabia Potter watches the spectacle unfold from her fifth-year seat, she realizes this bizarre, discount-brand doppelgänger hides a deeply absurd secret. Because this screeching "child" isn't actually a child at all... Author's Note: This story takes place during The Philosopher's Stone (Harry's 1st year), which corresponds to my original character Joule Era Sabia Potter's 5th year at Hogwarts. Prepare for chaos.