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Chapter 12: You people are crazy
Has time ever slowed down for you? Was it when someone did something unbelievable? Did you wish the moment would never end?
I didn’t.
As Harry fell to the floor I began to think that maybe everyone’s strengths are also their weaknesses. When someone is alive because of their friends then they turn to nothing when they get stabbed them in the back.
“Harry!” I screamed. Blood kept rushing down his face and Ron Weasley turned and fled to the empty corridor.
“It’s ok,” Harry reassured as he struggled to his feet. “See,” he pointed his wand at his nose and I watched it slowly morph back into place.
“Does that happen a lot?” I asked. I wished I had asked if I could trust anyone.
“No,” Harry placed his arm around my shoulder and walked me out of the lift. “We’re best mates, but tempters rise. They always do,” we walked quickly down the hallways to Harry’s EXTREMLY messy office.
“Reeta Skeeter here at the hearing of the one and only Harry Potter,” a shrill voice practically sang.
“Reeta!” Hermione’s voice yelled. “First of all this isn’t some coffee shop interview this is a ministry matter so there will be no quick quills and I will proofread it. Also they’re not even here yet!”
“Brace yourself,” Harry warned.
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Chapter 13: I thought someone said the truth shall set you free
As me and Harry walked into the office and the mouths dropped open. He strode strait over to the wooden desk and began riffling through all the papers. “Hello Reeta, Hermione,” he nodded.
“Hello,” I managed to squeak. I looked over all the posters and newspaper clippings fastened on the walls, all of them had to do with his job or his friends. Not a single one was about him…and I guess that is a good thing.
“All right, glad you could keep this small Hermione,” Harry complimented. It was true; only Harry, Hermione, Reeta, and I were sitting in Harry’s office. “I trust this is going to the Daily Prophet,”
“Of course Harry. Only the best for my friends,” Reeta smiled smugly. “Now to business. Miss Perfect wants to review this article is that all right with you?,”
“Yes,” Harry and I agreed together. Reeta was thrown slightly off balance but she must be good at her job.
“When did you find out you had a sister?” she inquired.
“Yesterday, and when did you find out?” Harry countered.
“Yesterday, great minds think alike,” Reeta stuck her pen back to the pad of paper and continued writing for a full minuet.
“Can I ask a question?” I addressed Reeta, but continued right away. “Who told you?”
“Aww….sweetie there are always an anonymous tip in this business,” she explained to me. “But I may tell you if I can ask a question and you promise to answer correctly,”
I nodded slowly and ignored Harry’s glare. “Tell me first,” I insisted.
Reeta shifted uncomfortably and put her pen aside. “Barty Crouches old assistant- Percy Weasley told me just after your brother explained it to him. So of course I know what your brother knows and we both don’t know….whether you’re going to Hogwarts?”
Hermione let out a sigh of relief, and Harry just looked mad. “That’s your question?” I asked and I pulled out the crisp envelope that Kreatcher had given me this morning. “I think you just got cheated Reeta,”
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Chapter 14: The Truth Hurts…A Lot
After Harry had forcefully persuaded Reeta to leave and promised to phone Hermione tomorrow we were left alone. I pulled one of the chairs up closer to his desk and sat down. Once Harry was occupied with some papers I began to inspect the Hogwarts letter.

Hogwarts School
Of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Anna Sophia Reed- (Order of Merlin, First Class, Supreme Mugwump)
Dear Miss Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress

“I have some questions,” I asked leaning over the desk that way I can catch Harry’s eye. “Who’s Anna Sophia Reed?” I asked.
Harry faltered with some papers in his hand and they started a decent to the floor. “She….is.....um,”
“How do you know her?” I asked as I settled back into my chair. I began to let my eyes wander as Harry magically picked up the papers. I stood up to take a closer look at one of the articles.
“She’s Dolores Umbridge’s protégée,” we read off a newspaper clipping containing a picture with a thin, spider-like, blonde woman arm and arm with a toad-like creature with a bow in her hair.
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Chapter 15: All Aboard, and I Mean All
It was September 1st and I could not have been more excited. I had packed and repacked my trunk five times, Kreatcher had already served me breakfast, I was showered and dressed.
Harry was still fast asleep.
I glanced at the clock in my room. This room had changed a lot since I came around. I walls were still green, but Hermione had painted silver phoenixes flying (and they actually flew around the room).
The book shelves were stuffed. There was muggle fiction, history books (wizard and muggle), spell books, potion books, and every book that had anything to do with phoenixes. Every book was meant to educate me so that I could read, write, and have the knowledge of people my age (11).
It worked. The Weasley’s had been great teachers except Ron who no one had really talked to since the fight on the lift. I felt like it was all my fault. I shouldn’t think this way before we left for Hogwarts. By we I meant Harry and I. Most people were coming back to Hogwarts to redo their 7th year that way they have their N.E.W.T’S.
“Harry!” I yelled. “We need to get going,” I went down the hall and yanked open his door. “Harry,” I whined as he sat up.
“Jess, I’m trying to sleep,” Harry answered groggily, but he still got out of bed.
“We need to go,” our talking must have disturbed Kreatcher because here he came carrying a tea set and toast.
* * *
Soon we were walking down to platform 9 and 10. I was gathering in all the sights I could. I hadn’t gotten out much because Harry didn’t want people seeing that much of me. Don’t ask why.
After a few minuets we caught sight of a group of redheads. “Hi,” I called and I pushed my trunk even faster.
“Hello,” Harry said. “Where’s Ron?”
“Oh,” Mrs. Weasley muttered. “He went on ahead,” everyone’s smile faded. “Well, Ginny off you go,” she gave her trunk a brief push and walked calmly into the barrier. Ginny turned right before she disappeared and gave everyone one last wave.
“Harry who are those people staring at us?” I asked. I nodded my head in the direction of a party of three; a tall woman with too much neck, a fat man with no neck, and a boy that looked like a pig in a blonde wig.
“My uncle, aunt, and cousin,” he answered. The Weasleys had long since dispersed. Harry gave them a half smile and continued pushing his trunk.
“Oh,” I whispered, but I raised my hand and waved to our family. Aunt Petunia waved back with a smile. “Why did she smile?” I asked as we neared the barrier.
“We reminder her of her sister,” he answered and we immerged onto platform 9 and ¾.
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Chapter 16: Looking…..and Looking
There lay the Hogwart’s Express. It gleamed as kids poured into its seats. “Harry,” I squealed. I grabbed his arm and yanked him at top speeds onto the train. We passed surprised onlookers, but they knew all about me thanks to Reeta’s article.

Harry and I finally found Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Luna, and a pouting Ron. Seeing him Harry turned and fled into the mass of students trying to find a seat.
“See,” Ron said and a wave of wrappers, jackets, and junk was thrown at him. “What?”
I turned and retraced Harry’s steps. Most people had found a compartment so the corridor was empty. I ran back and forth past the closed doors in hopes that Harry would step out of one of them. He didn’t.
I turned on my heel and grabbed the closest door handled. The door opened to revile a group of 17 and 18 year-olds dressed in black, green, and silver.
I heard the flutter of cards and the clinking of chips. I grew up on the streets so I know gambling when I see it. “Deal me in,”
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Chapter 17: Looking and Looking Again
(From Harry’s point of view)

I am furious at Ron. How dare he accuse me and then attack me. I didn’t do anything. The worst part was that Jess had been there to see the whole thing unfold. How could I explain to her that friendship is one of the most important things in the world while my best friend could be in the same room?
I was still walking until I came upon the boy’s lavatories. I pushed open the door only to realize that my robes were in Jess’s bag. I turned on my heel into the empty corridor.
I strode right into the compartment, but Jess wasn’t there. “Where’s Jess?” I asked. They turned to face me.
“She went to go find you,” Ron replied bitterly. The worst came to mind. I was responsible for her; she was my little sister.
“Listen she can’t be far. Let’s just look around for her,” Hermione suggested.

So we did. We had checked all the compartments except one, "Crap,"
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Love it...she isn't gonna fall for Draco is she? Cuz that would be AMAZING!!! Yay! PAMS PAMS PAMS!!!

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She is!!!????!!! Ahhhh!!!! I'm sorry but I always find love stories with Ron or Draco in them amazing!!! And with the fact the she's Harrys little sister and Draco is harrys arch enemy is insane!!! I'm SO excited!!!
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Chapter 18: School Girl Crushes
Normally when a complete stranger barges in and asks to be included in your card game you show them the door. But these lunatics dealt me in and the blonde haired, sleek jawed, classy one even gave me a few sickles to bet. He offered me a seat next to him, and bought me a chocolate frog from the trolley.
I repaid him by whooping all their butts in every card game these people could think of, although he took it like a gentleman.
“Crap,” I heard someone outside the door mutter. Harry pulled open the glass door and his eyes narrowed at the sight of the phantom blonde man sitting next to me.
“Potter,” the steel eyed beauty greeted. How did he know Harry? “Can we help you with something?”
“Relax, Malfoy, I’m just looking for my sister,” Harry exclaimed in a tired tone. So the phantom blonde is THE Draco Malfoy. WOW! They both turned their heads towards me, but I was already gathering up the coins I had won.
“So this is your sister,”
We both nodded.
“Cute,” he smiled at me. Even though he changed it to a smirk I still blushed. I turned my attention to the mountain of sickles, knuts, and a couple galleons I was putting into my bag. “What is your Daddy not going to let you play?”
I continued my way to the door even though I wished Harry didn’t come. I looked back at the table and let out a chuckle. I had completely taken all of their money. My black bag was weighed down and the clinking of metal brought Malfoy’s attention back to the money.
“You can’t let her take all of our money,” Draco exclaimed. He leaped up and would have gotten in Harry’s face had all his goons not have been in his way.
“Why can’t I? I’m not her father. Let’s go Jess,” Harry grabbed my arms and pulled me to the back of the train. On the way all I was thinking about was the respectful admiration in Draco’s eyes.

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Chapter 19
Have you guys ever wanted something so badly you can’t breathe once it’s finally happening? That’s basically what happened when the Hogwarts Express slowed to a stop.
I didn’t realize what was happening until Hagrid was pushing the small rowboat I was in farther away from shore. There were only a couple flicks of light on the lake, but once I looked up at the stone castle I was in awe. I turned around to look back at the Hogwarts Express only to be blinded by hundreds of lights from other rowboats.
I began letting my mind wander off as the crashing of the waves silenced all talk.

Then all too soon, we (the first years) were begin led through the maze of hallways and stairs. Some kids wouldn’t stop chatting about what their older siblings had done here.
“My older sister says that there are ghosts here,” a redheaded girl patronized to her friends. She was answered by a storm of “No duh”.
“I only wish we could play quidditch,” a LARGE boy complained. Most of the group nodded with him.
“Why can’t we?” I asked.
“First years aren’t allowed you idiot,” he began pushing his way towards the front of the group (towards me).
“You’re the idiot,” I jeered back at him. “My brother played in his first year,” I began growing a sense that everyone was watching us, even the paintings.
“You’re a liar,” he slurred out making it sound as horrid as Harry’s cooking. “The only first year in the last hundred years to play quidditch was Harry Potter,” he leaned in closer to me but spoke even louder. “You’re not his sister,” his friends started laughing.
“Who says?” I rose even taller and pushed the fat pig down a few steps. Although now I knew everyone was looking at me.
Luckily none other than Professor McGonagall had come to explain everything. When she led us through the giant double doors I began my search for Harry. Even when we stopped and she began talking again my eyes searched the red and gold table.
I strained my neck and sure enough at the end of the table there was a pile of messy black hair next to two red ones and a bushy brown one.
Content, I looked back toward the front to find sown together rags on top of a chair. Even though I knew what was to come I still found myself jumping as the Sorting Hat sprang to life.

“I’ve sung this song for many years but it’s the song to do.
It’s a song of warning for each and all of you.
Although we beaten the enemies and buried the dead.
For some it might be new
And for those whose minds are on dinner.
You might want to listen too.
Gryffindors, your bravery has made you heroes through and through
But I suggest you think before you actually do.
Hufflepuffs, your loyalty isn’t questioned. Of that I have no doubt
But maybe you should think ‘How shall I stand out?’
Ravenclaws, we, of course, honor you brains and productivity
But some problems can only be fixed through means of creativity.
Slytherins, bravo to all your schemes and plans,
You have us all in awe.
But you’re going to need some friends to help you back them all.
Listen first years to all that I have said.
The answer to where you all will go is all inside your heads.
I’ll pluck through thoughts and feelings to decide what I shall do.
But there is something you should know before we get the food.
I may choose where you go and what colors you wear proudly.
However it’s up to you, my dears, to which people you act friendly.


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Chapter 20: Well…That Was Odd
Once the Sorting Hat finished its song Professor McGonagall began to read the long list of names. “Ahlborg, Dominic,” she read as a hush fell around the first years as a scrawny boy climbed up the steps. He was placed in Gryffindor. Many minuets passed and the crowd of first years became fewer and fewer. I was running threw alphabetical order when a girl named Mikaela Pflughoeft was sent to Ravenclaw. Next was me.
“Potter, Jess,” McGonagall called to the crowd. I lifted my head and strode over to where a wooden stool was placed. I sat down and felt the worn down hat placed on top of my head. There was a flurry of whispers across the Great Hall but no amount of noise could cover up the Sorting Hat talking to me inside my head.
“Is there even another choice?” the Sorting Hat asked me.
No
“Well, your house really does need some brains,”
I guess so
“Gryffindor!” the hat yelled to the crowd. The screaming from the far side of the hall was deafening. Harry even threw his fist in the air. “But remember,” the Sorting Hat whispered before McGonagall took it off. “I sort first years by what they are now. People can change on you pretty quickly,”

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Chapter 21: I REALLY Hate My Teacher

I slowly got up out of the chair and made my way to where Harry was sitting. Of course every single Gryffindor wanted to shake hands with me.
“Good job,” Harry whispered to me as Angelina Todd was sorted into Slytherin. I sat down on the left side of Harry that way I could shrink back and be hidden behind him. I stared at the golden plate in front of me as I realized I was shaking.
I tried to not hyperventilate as the last of the first years were being sorted. Harry gently patted me on the back, and the room stopped spinning. I was about to ask when the feast was going to start when a tall woman stepped up in front of the staff table.
“Good evening,” she greeted us. Her words were stretched out as she pronounced every syllable separately. “My name is Anna Reed and I am going to be your Headmistress for this year. However I hope not only to be your teacher but your friend,” I looked over at the rest of the Gryffindor house and everyone one of them, who weren’t third years of below, had a hatred in their eyes. She sounds exactly how Harry described Umbridge. “While I am here I hope to blend the new with the old, with your help of course. But we will have time to discuss this later let the feast begin,”
The second she stopped talking the food appeared…and so did the gossip. “She’s exactly like Umbridge!” Hermione exclaimed.
“Well, you guys got rid of Umbridge before,” I said. Everyone grew silent as we became hungrier.
“Jess is right,” Harry threw down his fork. “You’re right. We’ve got rid of Umbridge and Reed is only a matter of time,” he agreed.
“Yeah, but how much time?” Ron countered.
“You guys are talking again!” Hermione, Ginny, and I squealed at once. I turned to Harry to find him glaring at Ron, Ron glaring at Hermione, and Hermione staring at me with a questioning gaze. What am I going to do?

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It was intresting, a real change.

I like the thought that Harry has a sister.

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Chapter 22: First Day of School

When I woke up this morning I first thought I was back home in Grimald Place. I thought that I could go down the stairs and Kreatcher would be waiting for me with pancakes.
I was very wrong.
All the people that lay in beds around me were strangers. There was a very tiny Hispanic girl who was still sleeping on my left. The one on my right had the curliest red hair and the palest complexion just like the one across from me, but they didn’t look related.
A loud buzzing sound came from a desk in-between the two redhead girls. “Hey,” I called. “Wake up!”
“AAAHHHHH!!!” the girl on my left screamed. She then fell right out of her four-poster bed. “owwww,” she then looked around at the rest of us who were staring at her. “It happens a lot. My name is Marianna,”
“I’m Jess,”
“I’m Ceria and you can tell me apart from Miss Snooty,” she gestured over to the girl on my right. “By my scars,” Ceria stood up from her bed and you could see the long stripes that covered her body.
I knew (despite my lack of time to learn manners) that it was extremely rude to stare at her like this so I stopped, but Marianna kept on staring even though Ceria was starting to look self-conscious. So I kicked the covers off as loudly as I could and nearly jumped to the ground, which seemed to snap Marianna out of her trance.
“Yeah she has scars whoop-de-do,” Miss Snooty of course added jazz hands.
“And what exactly is your first name. Annoying?” Marianna asked.
“B,”
“What?!?!” the three of us yelled.
“Beatrice Gelding,” she blushed bright red and stormed out of our dormitories to the bathroom. We were still laughing by the time she came back.
Soon we were all out of bed and dressed in basically the same clothes; Marianna of course had large baggy clothes so she wore a gold top under her white blouse, and gold leggings under her strangely hemmed skirt. (Remind me, I have to barrow those), Ceria chose to wear the most formfitting clothes that seemed to show case her scars, Beatrice wore not formfitting, not small, not any-other-style but……I don’t think Harry wants me to call people that.
I well worn the clothes that Kreatcher bought for me, which was a nice way of saying that, they had no flair, or style. The only thing unique with me was my phoenix braid, which I pulled back into my ponytail.
“I doubt we’ll have anyone to sit with,” Ceria complained as we headed out the common room.
“We can sit with my brother,” I assured her.
“You have a brother?!?!”
I wonder how they’ll take it?

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Chapter 23: Shocker
Using the knowledge of all four of us we managed to find the Great Hall. Marianna, Ceria, and even Beatrice fell into step behind me because they still had no idea who my brother was.
“Jess!” Harry called. He waved us over to where he, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Dean were sitting.
I ducked my head down before anyone could ask and strode right over and took a seat across from Harry. “Hi Harry, this is Marianna, Ceria, and Beatrice. You guys this is my brother Harry,”
Beatrice looked at the group of people we were sitting with and then promptly left. “Isn’t she charming,” Ceria teased. We all began to eat our breakfast when quite suddenly Ceria grabbed some toast and said, “Cool scar,” she motioned with a flick of her wrist to Harry’s forehead and without missing a step (figuratively) Harry replied.
“Thanks, same to you,” they both exchanged a smile because they finally found someone who ‘knew’.

“Here are your class schedules,” McGonagall explained to the class. I looked over mine and squealed internally. I had double transfigurations along with Marianna and Ceria. I was really looking forward to this class because I was already an animagus so the hard part was over.
I was just about to ask Harry what class he had when a certain someone came over. “Hello Malfoy,” Ron sneered and for those who can’t image it you should know that Ron can’t sneer…at all.
“Granger, Weaselbies, Potters,” he countered. He looked down and saw a very tiny Marianna glaring up at him. The sight made him laugh, which only made Marianna more furious. It was like a vicious circle.
“Who…was….that?” Marianna clenched her teeth, and Ceria and I just kept staring at him even when he left.
“That was Draco Malfoy,” I answered.
“Idiot,”
“Moron,”
“Ferret,” Ginny suggested. Which of course, made all of us laugh. We were just packing up our stuff when Ceria wolf whistled.
“You know he isn’t THAT bad of a looker,” Marianna defended. She looked back at the Slytherin table, “Ok he is a looker,”
“He’s HOT!” I said it quietly but Harry still looked at me with confusion. “What?”

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Chapter 24: Is Today Over Yet?
Marianna, Ceria, and I sat in the front seats of the transfiguration classroom. I know I should NEVER be this excited about school.
“Wow! Can you remember to breathe?” Ceria teased.

“Awe, come on she’s just excited,” Marianna defended. “But you really shouldn’t drool,”

“I’m not drooling!!”

“Class?” Professor McGonagall closed the door leading out into the hallway. “Today I just want to test you to see where you’re at,” she began passing out matches. “I want you to point your wand at this match and focus. Once you realize how to focus your energy on something. I’ll tell you how to turn it into a needle,” when she handed me the match I practically glowed with happiness, and when I pointed my ember wand with my own phoenix hair for a core it turned silver and metallic.
“Professor,” I called out. I raised my hand, which held my needle.

“That’s not possible,” I shrunk back into my chair and the needle dropped onto the desk. They were all staring at me, but this was not the attention I wanted.

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Chapter 25: Sigh…
I raced out of potions the second after the bell rang. I was a freak to everyone, and every time I tried to do the right thing I did the wrong thing; I would answer a question right and be a…..a nerd, or I would get the simplest question wrong and be a stupid, little girl.
“Let me go,” I heard someone shout.
“Not until you tell me what you said,” an older Slytherin roared. A crowd had formed around them and off to the side, leaning against the wall was Malfoy. He looked bored.
“What not enough violence for you?” I asked. I ran right up to the poor third year and ripped the slytherin right off him. “YOU people are pathetic!” I shrieked at him.
Neither of them took that well. They slammed back together throwing punches everywhere. I knew it would happen before it did.
The slytherin threw a right hook that collided right into me. I was thrown back and against the stonewall. I slid down the cold rocks in silence.
Then Harry showed up.
“What did you do that for?!?!” someone shouted, but it wasn’t Harry but instead…Malfoy. The other slytherin took out his wand and aimed at the ravenclaw third year. “Don’t,” he shook his head, but rather than lowering his wand the idiot turned it to face Harry. It seems like Malfoy prefers his orders followed completely.
Harry’s wand was out in a flash and pointed at the slytherin. “Don’t mess with them Cramer,” who I assume was the name of the slytherin fighter.
“Yeah Cramer, DON’T,” Draco’s wand suddenly appeared and was pointed at Cramer. Then, finally the idiot dropped his wand to his side before racing through the crowd. After that Harry and Malfoy put their wands in their pockets and the crowd dispersed.
“Harry!” Hermione shouted, but by then my vision stopped and my head slumped down. I was out.
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