0076: Erika The Legacy of Lily and James - Erika Potter and Megan Riddle
ironychan drew pretty pictures for me, so in return, I am plugging her fanfic. It's an in-character Draco fic, so if the world ends tomorrow, you'll know why.
TITLE: Erika The Legacy of Lily and James
PERPETRATOR: Starlight Eve (at least that's not the Sue's name)
SUE-O-METER: (how bad is it?)
WRITING:
SUEAGE:
WRONGNESS:
FULL NAME: Erika Rose Potter, with a bonus Sue in the form of Megan Alhide Riddle
SPECIES: Human/Witches
HAIR: not described
EYES: not described
MARKINGS: none
POSESSIONS: none
ORIGIN: Erika is Harry's twin whom everybody thought was dead... she was sent to an orphanage to keep Sirius Black from finding her. Why the same was not done with Harry is, as usual, unknown. Megan is a mystery... but c'mon, guess.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Harry's twin and Voldemort's daughter... in the same story!
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Megan has weird prophetic dreams.
NOTES: If ten thousand people list 'Harry's Twin Sister' as their religion on census forms, the goverment will have to list it as a mainstream religion.
A cookie to the first person who can tell me what that's a reference to.
SAMPLE:
Author's Note- Ok, some of my long time readers may not like this, a little too far fetched, you might think. But this has been in my head LONG before Lily's Lake, and this is the sequel to it. It's about a character you met in Lily's Lake. You didn't really meet her, but you read of her. Her name is Erika. Erika Rose Potter.
Disclaimer- since these are necessary, I suppose I should put one in here. Anyways, I own nothing at all, nada, rien, whatever language you speak, NOTHING!!!
Erika
"Erika! Wake up, Erika!" my friend and roommate Janet Johnson, said, shaking me awake. "I'm up, I'm up," I whispered. I got out of bed, and quickly made it. The room was noisy, from the nine other girls I shared it with. That's what I get for growing up in an orphanage in London. Yes, that's where I grew up. You see, when I was just a baby I was found lying on the steps wrapped up in a blanket with a note. They let me keep the note, but I have it memorized anyway. I just like holding it and thinking "my parents were holding this". Of course, eleven years later, my fingerprints have probably covered their's. I know their name, Potter, and I know the name they gave me, Erika Rose Potter. That's basically all I know about myself. I went down to breakfast with the rest of my roommates. Ms. Kensington was waiting for our room to come down. "Erika, I have something for you, a letter," Ms. Kensington said. My roommates' eyes went up. Basically no one here got a letter. This was my first letter. I followed Ms. Kensington out of the mess hall and into her office. "Here's your letter," Ms. Kensington said. I took the letter and looked at it. Miss E. Potter It was for me. The adress was written in green ink, and the paper was heavy parchment. I opened the letter and read it over. I keeled over.
* * * 4 Privet Drive As told by Harry Potter
"Keep that thing quiet! I've gotten three calls from neighbors allready!" Uncle Vernon screeched. He sounded remarkably like Hedwig, the owl that was hooting loudly at night. "Well I can't help it! You're the one that's locking her up! She needs to be out!" I countered. "I'M NOT ABOUT TO LET AN OWL FLY THROUGH THE NEIGHBORHOOD AND GET ATTENTION, BOY!" Uncle Vernon yelled. "There are tons of owls out at night. No one will notice," I answered. Seventeen years with the Dursleys had taught me what to expect. At least I'd be going to Hogwarts afterwards. But that wasn't for another month. Another month seemed like eternity with the Dursleys. "Dudley will be having Lisa over for dinner tonite, and I don't want any silly stuff, got it?" Uncle Vernon asked. "Sure, whatever. I'll stay up in my room," I answered. Lisa was Dudley's girlfriend. She was coming to meet the family, and I wasn't included in the family. Lisa didn't sound like anyone I would want to meet, so I was glad to stay upstairs.
* * * London Orphanage As told by Erika R. Potter
I woke up a few minutes later. Ms. Kensington was standing over me. "Erika, are you allright?" she asked. "Yeah, I'm fine. I think," I answered, sitting up. I saw the letter nearby. I picked it up and read it through again. This time I didn't faint. The letter clearly said that I was a witch, and I was going to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It even told me where I could buy my things, right here in London. "There's more in the envelope, Erika," Ms. Kensington said. I took out two more sheets of paper. One was a list of school supplies, the other was a letter. I read it over. It couldn't be possible, could it? The letter went on to explain how I ended up at the orphanage, and I was put here to "escape a killer, undefeated at the time, in search of your family". But the last few lines were the strangest ones. I know you are confused by this, Erika Potter, but the point is that it is real. And there is someone else who deserves to know this. His name is Harry Potter, and his adress is below. A copy of this letter is being sent to him, but I suggest you see him in person. Good luck. AJ First off, who was "AJ"? Second, was I supposed to believe this? And third, what if it's true? "Ms. Kensington, do you know anything about a school called Hogwarts?" I asked. "As a matter of fact, I do, Erika. My daughter used to be a pupil there, when I saw all the strange things happening around you, like when you made Diana's things disappear, and reappear in the fountain, I had a feeling you were different, too," Ms. Kensington said. I laughed at the rememberance. Diana had been really mad! But at everyone, because she had been standing in our room, yelling at me, and her things just disappeared, and then we heard some laughing and screaming outside, and we looked out the windows to see her things in the fountain, floating around. "I did that?" I asked. "Yes, Erika. Strange, isn't it?" Ms. Kensington asked. "Yeah, it is," I answered. "Um. do you know anything about a guy named Harry Potter?" "I remember my daughter mentioning him, but then again, I don't know anything about him," Ms. Kensington replied. "Okay," I said. "I'd better get to breakfast." "Allright," Ms. Kensington agreed.
That night I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. If Ms. Kensington was right in everything she'd said this morning, I had to find this person, this "Harry Potter". I sat up and went over to my trunk. There was basically nothing in it. But I had money and clothes. I took out a shoulder bag, and put some clothes in it, along with the note, the note left by my parents. And if the letter told the truth, their names were "Lily and James Potter". I put all my money in my pocket, and quietly shut the trunk. I took a piece of paper and a pencil, and wrote "I've gone to find Harry Potter and find out who I truly am. Don't expect me back. Yours, Erika R. Potter". I left that on my pillow, made my bed, and snuck downstairs. There was no one in the hallway. I went into the cubby and took my coat away from its hanger, and put it on. Then, quietly I slipped out the side door, and shut it quietly behind me. Making sure no one was watching, I ran towards the street and started running to the bus station.
* * * Leaky Cauldron As told by Megan Alhide Riddle
I tossed and turned on the bed in my room. Nightmares kept grabbing me in my sleep. "Megan! Megan!" "Sister! Sister, come here!" Ruth yelled. The little girl in my dream moved towards the bigger one, Ruth. Ruth reached down, and touched the little one's cheek. "Do you want me to tell Grandfather that you found a rabbit and have kept it?" Ruth asked. "Please, Ruth, don't tell!" the little one cried. "I won't, so long as you kill it," Ruth answered. "Ruth, please," the little one begged. "You won't kill it, little sister?" Ruth asked, pretending to be kind. "It's a shame, you'd be good at it. I guess I'll have to do it then," Ruth added. "Ruth! Please, no!" the little girl cried. I rolled in my sleep again. "Please, don't let this happen," I pleaded with myself. "Don't make me remember." "You could have been my pet, little sister. But you had to be weak." "Please, leave me alone," I thought. "Megan, why do you throw all this away? It's everything anyone could want. Why don't you want to be like me? I could make you my pet, I could favor you above everyone else. Imagine the power, little sister! Imagine it!" "Ruth, please leave me alone," I whispered in my sleep.
* * * Little Whinging, Surrey As told by Erika R. Potter
I was tired. The bus ride over hadn't been exactly pleasant. I was hungry, since I had used most of my money to try and get a bus to this town. I didn't have a lot of money to buy food with, so I just kept walking past the resturants (it was morning now), full of people eating breakfast. The town of Little Whinging was actually pretty small compared to London. I held the letter in my hands, looking for Privet drive. "Four Privet drive," I whispered to myself, and looked at the street signs. I sighed, and spotted a person standing by the side of the road. Again I sighed, and ran over. "Excuse me, sir?" I asked, standing beside the man. He looked down, and answered, "Yes, little girl?" "Do you know where Privet Drive is?" I asked, "I'm looking for a house on Privet drive." "Yes, I do. What's the house number?" the man asked. "The adress is. 4 Privet Drive. I'm looking for a 'Harry Potter'," I answered, looking down to the paper, although I had memorized it from reading it over and over again on the bus. "Harry Potter, eh?" the man asked, and grinned strangely. "Yes, sir. Can you point out where that is?" I asked, slowly, a bit frightened of the man. "Oh, yes, of course," he said, and gave me directions. "Good luck finding Harry Potter, little girl." "Thank you," I answered, and turned to walk away. When I turned around for one last look the man was gone. I blinked, confused, but turned and started walking down the street.
* * * Same time As told by Harry Potter
Uncle Vernon was gone, thank goodness, to work. Aunt Petunia was grocery shopping, and Dudley was somewhere with Lisa and his friends. I was all alone in the house, doing my homework. Homework was actually enjoyable, and since I had such little time to do it, I had to. I heard something outside, and Hedwig started hooting. I rolled my eyes, figuring it was the neighbor or something. But it wasn't.
* * * Same time As told by Erika Potter
I walked towards the corner of Privet drive, and looked down the neat little row of houses, and picked out number four, a house just like all others. I took a deep breath, and started walking. I hoped this Harry Potter person could possibly explain some things to me. When I reached number four, I looked up at the house, ordinary in every way. I went to walk to the front door, and, being the clumbsy fool I am, tripped over something, and fell on my face. "Ouch!" I cried, and got up. Slowly, being careful, I walked up to the front door, and carefully rang the doorbell. I heard footsteps, and the hooting of an owl. Confused, I waited for a second before the door opened. A boy, in his late teens, opened the door, and looked down on me. "Does Harry Potter live here?" I asked, trying to find my voice. "Yeah, that's me," the boy answered. "Um, my name's Erika, and I got this letter in the mail the other day. it said something about a school named Hogwarts, and it also sent me this," I said, and held out the letter from "AJ". Harry Potter took it, and read it through. Then he looked up at me. "Let me get this straight, your name is Erika Rose Potter, and you're my sister?" Harry Potter asked. "I don't know. I came here looking for answers! I don't even know who you are!" I cried. "Ok, ok, I'll be right back," Harry Potter said, and left me alone at the doorway. I stood on the doorstep, waiting. Finally, Harry returned with an envelope like my own. "This is my Hogwarts letter, I didn't open it yet," he said, and opened in. In his were three pieces of paper. And one of them was a letter much like my own. He read it over, then looked up at me. "Let me get this straight, Dumbledore convinced my parents." Harry said. "Our parents," I corrected. "Fine, our parents. Dumbledore convinced OUR parents that after you were born they should send you to the future so that you'd be safe from Voldemort and no one would know you were a Potter until you were able to be protected at Hogwarts?" Harry asked. "I told you before. I don't know. That's why I came here," I answered. "Your name is Erika, right?" Harry asked. "That's what I said," I said, cooly. This was getting really annoying. "What are our parent's names?" Harry asked. "Lily and James Potter. Are you happy, or do I have to answer twenty more questions?" I asked. "Can you help me or not?" There was a moment of silence. "Yeah, I guess so. Come in," Harry said, and opened the door wider. I walked into the house. The living room was very orderly, with pictures on the mantle. "This is where I live, with Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and our cousin Dudley. Aunt Petunia is Mum's sister," Harry said. I nodded. "I sleep upstairs. You can stay in my room, until we can contact Dumbledore," Harry said. We went upstairs, and Harry went over to the desk, sat down, and started writing. "Who are you writing?" I asked. "Dumbledore," Harry answered. I looked around the room. A snowy owl was perched in a cage, sleeping. I still couldn't believe I was here. A few days ago I had no past except a note. Now, here I was, with a brother, and a past much more complicated than anyone else could even imagine. I also knew my parents were dead. I, of course, figured they probably were, but knowing that they were (even if I hadn't known them), just felt sad. I couldn't remember them, but still, they were my parents. I'd heard the ladies at the orphanage talking about them once. "What kind of parents would leave a three-day old baby on the steps of an orphanage?" I was listening through the door of the nurse's office. "I mean, could you imagine, leaving a little baby, a newborn at that, and never coming back?" "They must have been terrible parents." Now, it turned out they weren't bad parents. They were, just dead. They couldn't raise me, it was just. impossible. "So." Harry started. I turned to look at him. "He's just as confused as I am," I thought. "When do you think this 'Dumbledore' character will get back to you?" I asked, slowly. "It depends on how long it takes for him to get the letter," Harry answered. "What do we do until then?" I asked. "Wait, I guess," Harry answered, and sat back in his chair. There were a few moments of uneasy silence. I stared at the area around me. The room was messy, something that definetly wouldn't be allowed at the orphanage. The orphanage. I wondered what my roommates were doing, or if they were looking for me. I grew incredibly uneasy. I reached into the pocket of my bag, and pulled out the little note. I held it and reread the words. It was a habit, whenever I was nervous, uneasy, or frightened, I would read the little note, and I would strangely feel comforted. "What's that?" Harry asked. I looked up, and shrugged. "It's the note my. our. parents left at the orphanage when they left me," I answered, "They let me keep it." "Can I see it?" Harry asked. I shrugged, and handed it to him. My heart ached. Here I was, with a complete stranger that was supposed to be my long-lost brother, unraveling a past that was more complicated than so many of the possible reasons my parents had left me at the orphanage. Harry read it, then handed it back to me without saying a word. "Is it real?" I asked, "I mean, is it your parents' handwriting." "I don't remember what their handwriting looks like," Harry answered, "I don't know." I held the note in my hand. "Um. these people you live with, when do they get back home?" I asked. Harry shrugged, and said, "Whenever they feel like it, I guess. They'll throw a fit once they find out about you. Probably lock you in the closet under the stairs, or, at least, lock one of us in there." I swallowed, and trying desperately to avoid that outcome, said, "Just don't tell them I'm here. I'll be quiet, I swear. You can just. hide me until we get some word from Dumbledore." Harry looked at me, and I realized what similar eyes we had. They might as well have been cloned. He nodded, and said, "Okay, just be quiet." "I will, don't worry," I answered. "I'll sneak you up some food, but it won't be a lot," Harry warned. "I'm used to not getting a lot of food, remember? I used to live with tons of other kids," I said. The front door below us opened. "That would be Aunt Petunia, back from shopping. Here, you can stay in the closet," Harry whispered, and led me to the closet. "What will I do in there?" I hissed. Harry grabbed a book from his shelf, and handed it to me, then shut the door behind me. I reached up and pulled on the little string to turn the light on. I looked down at the book I held, "A Wizard's Guide to History, Book 1." I shrugged, and opened it to the first page.
* * * Same time As told by Megan Alhide Riddle
I sat in the Leaky Cauldron, trying to keep calm. The private back room where I sat was empty, save the table and chairs I were sitting at. I glanced at the clock in the main room nervously. I didn't have much longer. I was surprised that my grandfather's men hadn't seized me yet, that they hadn't tried to bring me back. Were they just letting me go? No, no one in my grandfather's house was that stupid. Ah, so she finally is getting at something. I cringed. Why is it that I still felt as if Ruth had a power over me? Why is it that whenever I thought something, Ruth's opinon always popped into my mind? I had been away for only a night, and I still felt uneasy, unsure. How could they have let me escape so easily? "Miss. er." came a voice from the doorway. I turned and saw a tall wizard standing in the doorway. "Call me Megan," I said, knowing for sure he did not want to speak my name, afterall, who would? "Megan, I'm Frank Castem, assistant to the Minister of Magic," the wizard told me. "Hello, I'm pleased to meet you, and I'm glad you're here," I whispered, "Very glad." "We're surprised, Megan, we never knew you existed, that any of you existed," Mr. Castem said. "Hardly anyone does, that was the point," I told him, "But the point is I do, and I am very, very, scared. I think they might try to come back for me, think I know too much. Truth is, I know much more than they think I do." "What do you want us to do for you, Megan?" Mr. Castem said. "I can only help you from a place where I am safe. I am not safe here, I am safe barely nowhere. Please, send me somewhere where I will be safe, and I will tell you everything you want to know, and more," I pleaded, anything to get me away from my grandfather and sister, "Please. I don't care where!"
* * * The next morning As told by Albus Dumbledore
I woke early, I had a feeling something was about to happen. When I came to my office, I found two owls waiting for me in my window. One was an express Minstry owl. I let them in, and took the Ministry owl first.
Dear Albus, We have a great favor to ask you. It has come to our attention that You-Know-Who (honestly, why don't they just call them by his real name, I thought) has had several actions we were oblivious to. One of these such actions was that he had a son, and through his son, grandchildren. One of these grandchildren has miraculously escaped, and came to us. She is very valueable to us and to our cause. Under a very powerful truth potion, we have found that she is as innocent as a newborn child. Her only plea, is to be put somewhere safe. Therefore, we ask you to enroll her in Hogwarts as a first year student, where she would belong had we known of her birth before this. Her name is Megan Riddle.
I continued to read, as the letter gave a more descriptive of Miss Riddle's position. I rubbed my forehead as the letter was ended, signed by the Minster himself. I quietly put the letter aside, and took the other. It was from Mr. Harry Potter. It seemed he had received his letter, and the letter from Miss. Jones. He had also received Miss Erika Potter on his doorstep. I put that letter aside, and smiled. Hogwarts was going to be very interesting this year.
A/N- The title, "Erika" is currently a working title. Any suggestions, email me! I hope you all liked this! Please don't flame, only CONSTRUCTIVE critiscm. I know the prequel to this did not do altogether well. Well, anyways, read and review. I hope you all liked it!
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TITLE: Erika The Legacy of Lily and James
PERPETRATOR: Starlight Eve (at least that's not the Sue's name)
SUE-O-METER: (how bad is it?)
WRITING:
SUEAGE:
WRONGNESS:
FULL NAME: Erika Rose Potter, with a bonus Sue in the form of Megan Alhide Riddle
SPECIES: Human/Witches
HAIR: not described
EYES: not described
MARKINGS: none
POSESSIONS: none
ORIGIN: Erika is Harry's twin whom everybody thought was dead... she was sent to an orphanage to keep Sirius Black from finding her. Why the same was not done with Harry is, as usual, unknown. Megan is a mystery... but c'mon, guess.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Harry's twin and Voldemort's daughter... in the same story!
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Megan has weird prophetic dreams.
NOTES: If ten thousand people list 'Harry's Twin Sister' as their religion on census forms, the goverment will have to list it as a mainstream religion.
A cookie to the first person who can tell me what that's a reference to.
SAMPLE:
Author's Note- Ok, some of my long time readers may not like this, a little too far fetched, you might think. But this has been in my head LONG before Lily's Lake, and this is the sequel to it. It's about a character you met in Lily's Lake. You didn't really meet her, but you read of her. Her name is Erika. Erika Rose Potter.
Disclaimer- since these are necessary, I suppose I should put one in here. Anyways, I own nothing at all, nada, rien, whatever language you speak, NOTHING!!!
Erika
"Erika! Wake up, Erika!" my friend and roommate Janet Johnson, said, shaking me awake. "I'm up, I'm up," I whispered. I got out of bed, and quickly made it. The room was noisy, from the nine other girls I shared it with. That's what I get for growing up in an orphanage in London. Yes, that's where I grew up. You see, when I was just a baby I was found lying on the steps wrapped up in a blanket with a note. They let me keep the note, but I have it memorized anyway. I just like holding it and thinking "my parents were holding this". Of course, eleven years later, my fingerprints have probably covered their's. I know their name, Potter, and I know the name they gave me, Erika Rose Potter. That's basically all I know about myself. I went down to breakfast with the rest of my roommates. Ms. Kensington was waiting for our room to come down. "Erika, I have something for you, a letter," Ms. Kensington said. My roommates' eyes went up. Basically no one here got a letter. This was my first letter. I followed Ms. Kensington out of the mess hall and into her office. "Here's your letter," Ms. Kensington said. I took the letter and looked at it. Miss E. Potter It was for me. The adress was written in green ink, and the paper was heavy parchment. I opened the letter and read it over. I keeled over.
* * * 4 Privet Drive As told by Harry Potter
"Keep that thing quiet! I've gotten three calls from neighbors allready!" Uncle Vernon screeched. He sounded remarkably like Hedwig, the owl that was hooting loudly at night. "Well I can't help it! You're the one that's locking her up! She needs to be out!" I countered. "I'M NOT ABOUT TO LET AN OWL FLY THROUGH THE NEIGHBORHOOD AND GET ATTENTION, BOY!" Uncle Vernon yelled. "There are tons of owls out at night. No one will notice," I answered. Seventeen years with the Dursleys had taught me what to expect. At least I'd be going to Hogwarts afterwards. But that wasn't for another month. Another month seemed like eternity with the Dursleys. "Dudley will be having Lisa over for dinner tonite, and I don't want any silly stuff, got it?" Uncle Vernon asked. "Sure, whatever. I'll stay up in my room," I answered. Lisa was Dudley's girlfriend. She was coming to meet the family, and I wasn't included in the family. Lisa didn't sound like anyone I would want to meet, so I was glad to stay upstairs.
* * * London Orphanage As told by Erika R. Potter
I woke up a few minutes later. Ms. Kensington was standing over me. "Erika, are you allright?" she asked. "Yeah, I'm fine. I think," I answered, sitting up. I saw the letter nearby. I picked it up and read it through again. This time I didn't faint. The letter clearly said that I was a witch, and I was going to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It even told me where I could buy my things, right here in London. "There's more in the envelope, Erika," Ms. Kensington said. I took out two more sheets of paper. One was a list of school supplies, the other was a letter. I read it over. It couldn't be possible, could it? The letter went on to explain how I ended up at the orphanage, and I was put here to "escape a killer, undefeated at the time, in search of your family". But the last few lines were the strangest ones. I know you are confused by this, Erika Potter, but the point is that it is real. And there is someone else who deserves to know this. His name is Harry Potter, and his adress is below. A copy of this letter is being sent to him, but I suggest you see him in person. Good luck. AJ First off, who was "AJ"? Second, was I supposed to believe this? And third, what if it's true? "Ms. Kensington, do you know anything about a school called Hogwarts?" I asked. "As a matter of fact, I do, Erika. My daughter used to be a pupil there, when I saw all the strange things happening around you, like when you made Diana's things disappear, and reappear in the fountain, I had a feeling you were different, too," Ms. Kensington said. I laughed at the rememberance. Diana had been really mad! But at everyone, because she had been standing in our room, yelling at me, and her things just disappeared, and then we heard some laughing and screaming outside, and we looked out the windows to see her things in the fountain, floating around. "I did that?" I asked. "Yes, Erika. Strange, isn't it?" Ms. Kensington asked. "Yeah, it is," I answered. "Um. do you know anything about a guy named Harry Potter?" "I remember my daughter mentioning him, but then again, I don't know anything about him," Ms. Kensington replied. "Okay," I said. "I'd better get to breakfast." "Allright," Ms. Kensington agreed.
That night I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. If Ms. Kensington was right in everything she'd said this morning, I had to find this person, this "Harry Potter". I sat up and went over to my trunk. There was basically nothing in it. But I had money and clothes. I took out a shoulder bag, and put some clothes in it, along with the note, the note left by my parents. And if the letter told the truth, their names were "Lily and James Potter". I put all my money in my pocket, and quietly shut the trunk. I took a piece of paper and a pencil, and wrote "I've gone to find Harry Potter and find out who I truly am. Don't expect me back. Yours, Erika R. Potter". I left that on my pillow, made my bed, and snuck downstairs. There was no one in the hallway. I went into the cubby and took my coat away from its hanger, and put it on. Then, quietly I slipped out the side door, and shut it quietly behind me. Making sure no one was watching, I ran towards the street and started running to the bus station.
* * * Leaky Cauldron As told by Megan Alhide Riddle
I tossed and turned on the bed in my room. Nightmares kept grabbing me in my sleep. "Megan! Megan!" "Sister! Sister, come here!" Ruth yelled. The little girl in my dream moved towards the bigger one, Ruth. Ruth reached down, and touched the little one's cheek. "Do you want me to tell Grandfather that you found a rabbit and have kept it?" Ruth asked. "Please, Ruth, don't tell!" the little one cried. "I won't, so long as you kill it," Ruth answered. "Ruth, please," the little one begged. "You won't kill it, little sister?" Ruth asked, pretending to be kind. "It's a shame, you'd be good at it. I guess I'll have to do it then," Ruth added. "Ruth! Please, no!" the little girl cried. I rolled in my sleep again. "Please, don't let this happen," I pleaded with myself. "Don't make me remember." "You could have been my pet, little sister. But you had to be weak." "Please, leave me alone," I thought. "Megan, why do you throw all this away? It's everything anyone could want. Why don't you want to be like me? I could make you my pet, I could favor you above everyone else. Imagine the power, little sister! Imagine it!" "Ruth, please leave me alone," I whispered in my sleep.
* * * Little Whinging, Surrey As told by Erika R. Potter
I was tired. The bus ride over hadn't been exactly pleasant. I was hungry, since I had used most of my money to try and get a bus to this town. I didn't have a lot of money to buy food with, so I just kept walking past the resturants (it was morning now), full of people eating breakfast. The town of Little Whinging was actually pretty small compared to London. I held the letter in my hands, looking for Privet drive. "Four Privet drive," I whispered to myself, and looked at the street signs. I sighed, and spotted a person standing by the side of the road. Again I sighed, and ran over. "Excuse me, sir?" I asked, standing beside the man. He looked down, and answered, "Yes, little girl?" "Do you know where Privet Drive is?" I asked, "I'm looking for a house on Privet drive." "Yes, I do. What's the house number?" the man asked. "The adress is. 4 Privet Drive. I'm looking for a 'Harry Potter'," I answered, looking down to the paper, although I had memorized it from reading it over and over again on the bus. "Harry Potter, eh?" the man asked, and grinned strangely. "Yes, sir. Can you point out where that is?" I asked, slowly, a bit frightened of the man. "Oh, yes, of course," he said, and gave me directions. "Good luck finding Harry Potter, little girl." "Thank you," I answered, and turned to walk away. When I turned around for one last look the man was gone. I blinked, confused, but turned and started walking down the street.
* * * Same time As told by Harry Potter
Uncle Vernon was gone, thank goodness, to work. Aunt Petunia was grocery shopping, and Dudley was somewhere with Lisa and his friends. I was all alone in the house, doing my homework. Homework was actually enjoyable, and since I had such little time to do it, I had to. I heard something outside, and Hedwig started hooting. I rolled my eyes, figuring it was the neighbor or something. But it wasn't.
* * * Same time As told by Erika Potter
I walked towards the corner of Privet drive, and looked down the neat little row of houses, and picked out number four, a house just like all others. I took a deep breath, and started walking. I hoped this Harry Potter person could possibly explain some things to me. When I reached number four, I looked up at the house, ordinary in every way. I went to walk to the front door, and, being the clumbsy fool I am, tripped over something, and fell on my face. "Ouch!" I cried, and got up. Slowly, being careful, I walked up to the front door, and carefully rang the doorbell. I heard footsteps, and the hooting of an owl. Confused, I waited for a second before the door opened. A boy, in his late teens, opened the door, and looked down on me. "Does Harry Potter live here?" I asked, trying to find my voice. "Yeah, that's me," the boy answered. "Um, my name's Erika, and I got this letter in the mail the other day. it said something about a school named Hogwarts, and it also sent me this," I said, and held out the letter from "AJ". Harry Potter took it, and read it through. Then he looked up at me. "Let me get this straight, your name is Erika Rose Potter, and you're my sister?" Harry Potter asked. "I don't know. I came here looking for answers! I don't even know who you are!" I cried. "Ok, ok, I'll be right back," Harry Potter said, and left me alone at the doorway. I stood on the doorstep, waiting. Finally, Harry returned with an envelope like my own. "This is my Hogwarts letter, I didn't open it yet," he said, and opened in. In his were three pieces of paper. And one of them was a letter much like my own. He read it over, then looked up at me. "Let me get this straight, Dumbledore convinced my parents." Harry said. "Our parents," I corrected. "Fine, our parents. Dumbledore convinced OUR parents that after you were born they should send you to the future so that you'd be safe from Voldemort and no one would know you were a Potter until you were able to be protected at Hogwarts?" Harry asked. "I told you before. I don't know. That's why I came here," I answered. "Your name is Erika, right?" Harry asked. "That's what I said," I said, cooly. This was getting really annoying. "What are our parent's names?" Harry asked. "Lily and James Potter. Are you happy, or do I have to answer twenty more questions?" I asked. "Can you help me or not?" There was a moment of silence. "Yeah, I guess so. Come in," Harry said, and opened the door wider. I walked into the house. The living room was very orderly, with pictures on the mantle. "This is where I live, with Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and our cousin Dudley. Aunt Petunia is Mum's sister," Harry said. I nodded. "I sleep upstairs. You can stay in my room, until we can contact Dumbledore," Harry said. We went upstairs, and Harry went over to the desk, sat down, and started writing. "Who are you writing?" I asked. "Dumbledore," Harry answered. I looked around the room. A snowy owl was perched in a cage, sleeping. I still couldn't believe I was here. A few days ago I had no past except a note. Now, here I was, with a brother, and a past much more complicated than anyone else could even imagine. I also knew my parents were dead. I, of course, figured they probably were, but knowing that they were (even if I hadn't known them), just felt sad. I couldn't remember them, but still, they were my parents. I'd heard the ladies at the orphanage talking about them once. "What kind of parents would leave a three-day old baby on the steps of an orphanage?" I was listening through the door of the nurse's office. "I mean, could you imagine, leaving a little baby, a newborn at that, and never coming back?" "They must have been terrible parents." Now, it turned out they weren't bad parents. They were, just dead. They couldn't raise me, it was just. impossible. "So." Harry started. I turned to look at him. "He's just as confused as I am," I thought. "When do you think this 'Dumbledore' character will get back to you?" I asked, slowly. "It depends on how long it takes for him to get the letter," Harry answered. "What do we do until then?" I asked. "Wait, I guess," Harry answered, and sat back in his chair. There were a few moments of uneasy silence. I stared at the area around me. The room was messy, something that definetly wouldn't be allowed at the orphanage. The orphanage. I wondered what my roommates were doing, or if they were looking for me. I grew incredibly uneasy. I reached into the pocket of my bag, and pulled out the little note. I held it and reread the words. It was a habit, whenever I was nervous, uneasy, or frightened, I would read the little note, and I would strangely feel comforted. "What's that?" Harry asked. I looked up, and shrugged. "It's the note my. our. parents left at the orphanage when they left me," I answered, "They let me keep it." "Can I see it?" Harry asked. I shrugged, and handed it to him. My heart ached. Here I was, with a complete stranger that was supposed to be my long-lost brother, unraveling a past that was more complicated than so many of the possible reasons my parents had left me at the orphanage. Harry read it, then handed it back to me without saying a word. "Is it real?" I asked, "I mean, is it your parents' handwriting." "I don't remember what their handwriting looks like," Harry answered, "I don't know." I held the note in my hand. "Um. these people you live with, when do they get back home?" I asked. Harry shrugged, and said, "Whenever they feel like it, I guess. They'll throw a fit once they find out about you. Probably lock you in the closet under the stairs, or, at least, lock one of us in there." I swallowed, and trying desperately to avoid that outcome, said, "Just don't tell them I'm here. I'll be quiet, I swear. You can just. hide me until we get some word from Dumbledore." Harry looked at me, and I realized what similar eyes we had. They might as well have been cloned. He nodded, and said, "Okay, just be quiet." "I will, don't worry," I answered. "I'll sneak you up some food, but it won't be a lot," Harry warned. "I'm used to not getting a lot of food, remember? I used to live with tons of other kids," I said. The front door below us opened. "That would be Aunt Petunia, back from shopping. Here, you can stay in the closet," Harry whispered, and led me to the closet. "What will I do in there?" I hissed. Harry grabbed a book from his shelf, and handed it to me, then shut the door behind me. I reached up and pulled on the little string to turn the light on. I looked down at the book I held, "A Wizard's Guide to History, Book 1." I shrugged, and opened it to the first page.
* * * Same time As told by Megan Alhide Riddle
I sat in the Leaky Cauldron, trying to keep calm. The private back room where I sat was empty, save the table and chairs I were sitting at. I glanced at the clock in the main room nervously. I didn't have much longer. I was surprised that my grandfather's men hadn't seized me yet, that they hadn't tried to bring me back. Were they just letting me go? No, no one in my grandfather's house was that stupid. Ah, so she finally is getting at something. I cringed. Why is it that I still felt as if Ruth had a power over me? Why is it that whenever I thought something, Ruth's opinon always popped into my mind? I had been away for only a night, and I still felt uneasy, unsure. How could they have let me escape so easily? "Miss. er." came a voice from the doorway. I turned and saw a tall wizard standing in the doorway. "Call me Megan," I said, knowing for sure he did not want to speak my name, afterall, who would? "Megan, I'm Frank Castem, assistant to the Minister of Magic," the wizard told me. "Hello, I'm pleased to meet you, and I'm glad you're here," I whispered, "Very glad." "We're surprised, Megan, we never knew you existed, that any of you existed," Mr. Castem said. "Hardly anyone does, that was the point," I told him, "But the point is I do, and I am very, very, scared. I think they might try to come back for me, think I know too much. Truth is, I know much more than they think I do." "What do you want us to do for you, Megan?" Mr. Castem said. "I can only help you from a place where I am safe. I am not safe here, I am safe barely nowhere. Please, send me somewhere where I will be safe, and I will tell you everything you want to know, and more," I pleaded, anything to get me away from my grandfather and sister, "Please. I don't care where!"
* * * The next morning As told by Albus Dumbledore
I woke early, I had a feeling something was about to happen. When I came to my office, I found two owls waiting for me in my window. One was an express Minstry owl. I let them in, and took the Ministry owl first.
Dear Albus, We have a great favor to ask you. It has come to our attention that You-Know-Who (honestly, why don't they just call them by his real name, I thought) has had several actions we were oblivious to. One of these such actions was that he had a son, and through his son, grandchildren. One of these grandchildren has miraculously escaped, and came to us. She is very valueable to us and to our cause. Under a very powerful truth potion, we have found that she is as innocent as a newborn child. Her only plea, is to be put somewhere safe. Therefore, we ask you to enroll her in Hogwarts as a first year student, where she would belong had we known of her birth before this. Her name is Megan Riddle.
I continued to read, as the letter gave a more descriptive of Miss Riddle's position. I rubbed my forehead as the letter was ended, signed by the Minster himself. I quietly put the letter aside, and took the other. It was from Mr. Harry Potter. It seemed he had received his letter, and the letter from Miss. Jones. He had also received Miss Erika Potter on his doorstep. I put that letter aside, and smiled. Hogwarts was going to be very interesting this year.
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