There it was again. That voice. "Okay, okay, geez, Uncle Vernon. I'm going." I heard footsteps downstairs. Then someone opened my door. It was dad. His name was Vernon Dursly. Oh, by the way, I'm Heather Dursley. Nice to meet you.
"Dad? Who was that?" I asked.
"It..uh...Dudley." He said. It was quite obvious he was lying from how red his face was.
"Da-ad!" I complained.
"No, that's none of your-" he stopped midsentence. A letter had just flown through the window.
I was so shocked I didn't even know what to say.
"PETUNIA! ITS HAPPENED!" Dad screamed out the room.
I picked up the letter looked at it. "Miss Heather Potter," I read aloud. "Who's that?"
Then a boy that looked about my age ran into the room to see what the fuss was about. He wore glasses and had shaggy dark brown hair, kind of like mine. He had blazing green eyes, also like mine.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Did you say Heather Potter?" He asked.
Why? What's so important about Heather Potter? And why have I never seen that boy before? Who even is he?
Then don't Dad realized he was in here and screamed, "Harry, get out."
"Who was that, dad? And what about this letter?" I asked once he was gone. Mum came running in. She saw I was holding the letter.
"N-no," she stammered. "I knew it had to happen but it was too fast!"
"Mum?" I was scared. "Who is Heather Potter?"
I am seriously dreading her answer. Do I want to know?
"Heather Potter," she said through her sobs, "is you. And Harry Potter, the one you just saw, is your brother."
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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...
