Chapter One-I'm a What?!?
Heather Potts was sitting in her newly painted room, on her brand new bed she had gotten for her 16th birthday. Her mother knocked on her door, and said "Heather? Can your dad and I talk to you for a sec?"
"Yeah mom, just a second, gotta find my bookmark." She replied while searching frantically around for teh missing bookmark. She had been reading one of her favorite books, Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix. She walked into her parents room and saw her mother and father sitting on the bed, looking tired and worried.
"What's wrong?" SHe asked, perplexed at the expression on her face.
"Come sit down sweety. We need to talk to you about something serious." Her father had always been pretty rude when he was in a bad mood, or worried about something, but his voice was shakey and concerned now.
"WHAT?!?" She was getting annoyed now. Why wouldn't her parents tell her what was wrong now? Normally when something was wrong, she would find out about it practically seconds before it happened, but now her parents decided they didn't want to talk.
"Heather, sweety, we don't want you to take this badly, or get upset." Her mother said as sweetly as possible without bursting into tears.
"I promise I won't get upset. Now will you please tell me what's happened?"
"Alright." Her father said slowly,"We're not your real parents."
"WHAT!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. "What do you mean your not my real parents?"
"Well, when your mother had you, it wasn't safe for you to stary with her, so you came to live with us, because your parents thought you would be safe here." Her mother was starting to get a handle on her emotions, but she still looked like she was going to cry at any moment.
"But when you were about a year old, she was killed." her father went on, seeing that her mother couldn't seemt ot speak anymore. "So you stayed here with us, and we raised you as our own."
"So is Bryan my realy brother?" She asked, she had always thought she was nothing like her younger brother, and had always hoped to find a reason why she didn't really fit in with the rest of her family. This is it, she thought, the reason I don't fit in is because I'm not supposed to.
"No, he's our son. But the reason we're telling you this now, is because you have a brother. Infact, you have a twin brother. Your last name isn't Potts, it's Potter."
"Ok, this must be a joke, are you saying that my name is really Potter? Are you trying to say that I'm related to a fictional character from a book?" She had read the Harry Potter books series several times, they were some of her favorite books, and she was having a hard time believing that she was related to the famous Harry Potter, because that would make her a witch.
"Ok, so if I'm supposed to believe that I'm Harry Potter's long lost twin sister, than why haven't I gone to Hogwarts, or another wizarding school?" She asked, her knowledge of the books flooding into her mind. Was she supposed to believe that thestrals and nifflers actually exist, or was this some sort of joke?
"The reason you've gone to muggle schools is because Dumbledore thought it was best." her father said knowledgeably.
"You've been in contact with Albus Dumbledore? I think it's time you two looked into a psych ward at the hospital." There was no way she was going to believe it, she couldn't be a witch, there was no way.
"No, we're perfectly sane. If you'd like to meet him, he's in the living room, he wants to talk to you about Hogwarts and the Dursleys." Her mother stood up and walked out of the room, and Heather followed her in awed disbelief. She walked into the living room and saw an old man wearing robes, and playing with the television remote. He had an oddly curved nose, and comforting blue eyes.
"Well hello Heather, I haven't seen you in a very long time, since you were very young in fact." he said calmly, standing up and walking over to her. "I'm afraid I have some terrible news for you."
"What that this is a joke, that this is real, and Voldemort's back, or that this is all some freaky dream of mine." She said, getting angrier by the second.
"No, I think you know that this is real, and that this is not a dream. But yes Voldemort is back, yet that is not why I am here so to say. This did all arise because Voldemort has risen once again, but I am here to tell you that you must go live with the Dursley's now with your brother.
Of course, I do have a suprise for you. I am going to give you your room, and by that I mean that I am going to put an exact replica of your room inside the Dursley's and they will not know about it, only you and Harry will be able to get inside it or know that it exists at all." He finish and looked at her with his light blue eyes, and then walked past her and down the hall leading to her room. She stood there for a minute, mouth gaping because she could not believe her ears. When she realized where "Dumbledore" (She still was in total disbelief) she turned and ran down the hall and into her room, where Dumbledore was admiring the computer with seeming amazement.
"Amazing what muggles can do, isn't it?" He said turning to me. "Well, do you want me to put all of this in the Dursley's house? Don't worry, everything will be staying here too, the room at the Dursley's will eb a replica. All you'll need to bring with you is any food you might want to eat along the way, seeing as you don't own or know how to ride a broom, and this is a Muggle home, we can't exaclty use any form of magic to get to England, so we'll be going by plane." He said softly with a twinkle in his eye.
"Will I be alone on the plane?" She asked, finally starting to come around.
"No, Tonks is outside, along with Moody, and Lupin. You do know who they are, don't you?" He asked.
"Yes, I've read the books. What does Tonks look like tonight?" She said, finally deciding that maybe there was a magical world out there.
"She is dressed like a young Muggle teenager however, Moody and Lupin will be circling the plane on there brooms, they don't like Muggle travel. Tonks and I will be inside the plane with you, so don't worry. Ok? Now, I'm going to replicate you room, and put it in the Dursley's home, I will be gone for a few moments, I need to talk to Harry. I'll be back soon." He said with a smile.
"Wait!" Shesaid running to her bed and grabbing a light brown teddybear. "I have to have the real Bob, I can't jsut have some Replica!" She screamed and Dumbledore simply asked, "Is that Bob?"
"Yes, I take him practically everywhere! I can't leace the real one behind here!" She screamed nervously, but Dumbledore simply replied, "Ok, you may take your teddy bear with you."
"Thank you Professor Dumbledore." She replied happily. Dumbledore took out his wand and flicked it around the room, then with a loud crack, he had apparated, and Heather knew that he must have just disapparated in Harry Potter's bedroom in Little Whinging.
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1:00 AM Little Whining Surrey, No. 4 Privet Drive
Harry Potter sat in his room reading a letter that he had gotten from Ron Weasley, his best friend, asking him to come to the Burrow in a few days. He was just about to right the reply since he had decided that he was going wether his Aunt and Uncle wanted him to or not, when he heard a loud crack and looked around. He say Albus Dumbledore standing next to the door.
"Hello Professor, why are you here, it's really late and my Aunt and Uncle won't like you being here." Harry said. This was true, his Aunt and Uncle hated anything magical, and wouldn't a full grown wizard appearing magically in there nephews bedroom.
"Hello Harry, I need to talk to you about something serious now. But first of all I need to do something." And with that he turned to the wall opposite his bed and waved his wand. A door appeared there and Harry stood up to walk over to the door, but Dumbledore said "No" so Harry sat back down and wondered what was going on.
"Harry, this is extremely serious, I need you to promise not to talk until I am done with what i have to say." Harry didn't say anything, he just nodded and sat there quietly. This has something to do with Voldemort, he thought.
"Harry, you are not your parents only child... When you were born you were not the only child your mother had. You have a twin sister." And with this Dumbledore stopped to let Harry take in what he had just said. When he continued his voice was much more worried than it usually was. "Harry, now that Lord Voldemort is back, I think it is time your sister comes to Hogwarts. She has lived in America all of her life, and until tonight she thought she was a Muggle. Fortunately for us, she has read the books that have been written about you. She knows almost everything that has happened these last few years. The door that just appeared on you wall is magical. Only you and your sister and I can see it. It is a replica of her room where she grew up, and your Aunt, Uncle and Cousin will never know it exists, even if you talk about it right in front of them. I will sort out your Aunt and Uncle, she will be coming on a Muggle plane very soon and should be here by this morning." Dumbledore stopped and Harry sat for a minute thinking. He could not believe that he had a twin sister he had never met.
"What's her name?" Harry asked.
"Her name is Heather. Until tonight she thought her last name was Potts." Dumbledore replied kindly."Oh, and I think I ought to tell you, if she refers to Bob, it's her teddy bear. She seems very attached."
Harry laughed at the thought. Dumbledore stood up, and said "And I'd tell Ron that you won't be able to come down for two weeks, I think you should get to know her before going anywhere." And with that he apparated, and Harry knew that he was probably disapparating somewhere in America right now.
