I wake up to a pillow being thrown at my face.
"Not funny," I mutter. Ginny laughs. I get up and put on jeans and a t-shirt. I throw on an old softball sweatshirt and head downstairs.
When I reach the bottom step, I find a girl with brown, curly hair staring at me.
"Who are you?" She questions me.
"Heather... ," I start, not knowing whether to say Dursley or Potter. Or Evans, my mom's maiden name. "Heather Evans." Let's go with that from now on.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Hermione," the girl says.
I groan. "But that's super long! Can't we shorten it to Mione or something?"
She laughs, "Sure," she pauses, "I'm sorry, but why are you here?"
"Long story short: I'm Harry's long lost sister."
Her eyes get so wide I think they might pop out of her head. "Heather... Heather Potter? I thought you said Evans?"
"I did. My mom's maiden name. I was going by Dursley until Harry told me about how they treat him, so now I'm going by Evans. Although Mr. Weasley and Professor Dumbledore want me to go by Potter."
Mrs. Weasley walks in. "Good to see you're friends already. That saves time. Now hurry up, we have a train to catch!"
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"And you're sure this is safe? Not a prank again, Fred?" He shakes his head.
"So I'm going to... Run.... Into a wall and, what, magically teleport?"
"Something like that," George laughs.
"I'll go first,"Harry offers, "as long as you go next." He looks at me.
"Fine," I succumb.
Harry runs at full speed, trolly and all, and runs into the wall. No. Through the wall.
Then it's my turn.
I look down at Newt and Prim. "You guys ready?" Newt meows in reply.
I get a running start, pushing my cart through the station and I disappear through the wall.
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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...
