**Harry Potter’s Twin Sister**
Prompt: Harry Potter’s Twin sister
In a small cottage on the outskirts of Little Whinging, a quiet mystery lingered in the air, waiting for the right moment to unfold. On that crisp November afternoon, with the leaves swirling like golden confetti from the trees, Lynda Potter briskly moved through the modest kitchen, barely sparing a glance at the mundane world surrounding her. Though her family lived in a home seemingly far removed from the chaos of magic, Lynda was about to discover just how deeply intertwined her destiny was with the wizarding world.
Lynda was not just another ordinary girl; she was Harry Potter’s twin sister, born just minutes after him. Yet, unlike her famous brother whose fate was etched in the stars, Lynda had grown up under the shadow of a secret that enveloped her life. When the Potters had been attacked, it was Harry who had survived, the “Boy Who Lived.” And it was Lynda who had been hidden away from the world—a choice made in love and fear. The Dursleys, her aunt and uncle, knew nothing of her existence, and Lynda had been raised in isolation, her powers kept dormant and her identity concealed.
With no one to talk to about her feelings of displacement, Lynda frequently found herself lost in the pages of books far too advanced for her age. She read about far-off lands, heroes on noble quests, and fascinating spells. But as her eleventh birthday approached, Lynda started experiencing strange occurrences—objects flying off shelves in fits of temper and her emotions unintentionally igniting unpredictable sparks. Each incident left her both exhilarated and terrified. What was happening to her?
One evening, as Lynda sat in her dimly lit room, she felt an electric tingle in the air. A sudden flash of light burst forth from her fingertips, illuminating her surrounded stuffed toys, causing them to dance around her in delight. Lynda gasped, suddenly aware that she was more than just an ordinary girl. Just as she was beginning to grasp the gravity of her situation, the cacophony of whispers among the toys ceased, replaced by an unexpected hooting from outside.
Curiously, Lynda wandered to the window and pulled back the old curtains to reveal a snowy white owl perched on a branch, observing her with intelligent amber eyes. At that moment, the owl took flight, a flutter that felt both familiar and kindred. Accommodation of restless emotions bubbled within her—but before she could comprehend it, there was a loud tapping at the window.
She opened the window, and the owl swooped inside, landing on her desk. On its leg, there was a small envelope stamped with a red seal bearing a crest Lynda had never seen before.
With trembling hands, she untied the parchment and read:
**Dear Ms. Potter,**
*We are delighted to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Preparations for your journey will commence on your upcoming birthday. We eagerly await your presence.*
*Yours sincerely,*
*Minerva McGonagall,*
*Deputy Headmistress*
Lynda’s heart raced. Hogwarts! It was real! All those fantastical tales she had devoured were more than just stories; they were a doorway into a world she could be a part of. An exhilarating sense of belonging surged through her. Just as she was about to let out a joyous scream, a newfound sense of duty pulled her back. As Harry’s sister, she had questions that tugged at her mind—questions that could change everything.
“Do you know my brother?” she whispered to the owl, who simply blinked back.
With essences of hope and determination coursing through her, Lynda realized she needed to find Harry. There was so much to share, so much to understand. That night, the stars twinkled brighter than ever, casting an enchanting glow over her cottage, guiding her thoughts toward the promise of adventure and discovery.
The day of her eleventh birthday arrived with an eager knock on the door. Standing there was none other than Hagrid, the half-giant with a bushy beard that almost matched the expanse of his cheeky smile. “Happy birthday, Lynda! Ready to begin yer journey?”
With a mixture of disbelief and elation, Lynda nodded and stepped out into the world she had longed for—an adventure where she would not only uncover the truth about her family but also discover her own magic.
As they made their way to Diagon Alley, Lynda learned about the great legacy of the Potter family. Hagrid shared tales of bravery, love, and friendship while every sight in the bustling wizarding market filled her with awe. It was then that she felt the heavy weight of the past—the absence of her parents hung over her like a shroud, yet it pushed her forward, invigorated by the need to know who she was.
When Hogwarts’ majestic castle came into view, Lynda felt her heart swell with determination. But beneath that, a seed of anxiety twisted; how would Harry receive her? Would he embrace her, or view her as an intruder?
Sorting into Gryffindor alongside Harry became one of Lynda’s sorrows and joys. She became part of his life, sharing classes, laughter, and even the struggles of a burgeoning wizarding world facing dark forces. But the closer they grew, the more she sensed a darkness lurking beneath the surface of their joy.
Confessing her existence to Harry on the night they crested a snowy ridge at Hogwarts, Lynda recounted their family’s history. “I always felt something was missing,” Harry admitted, wide-eyed. “And now, it all makes sense.”
As a new chapter unfolded for both of them, they truly came to understand not just their relationship as siblings but their intertwined destinies—the adventure of battling evil, forging deep bonds of friendship, and uncovering the magic within themselves.
And so, as Harry fought against the shadows of the past, Lynda stood resolute by his side. Together, they were no longer just isolated echoes of their former lives; they were a new force in a new world. A girl who had once been hidden in the shadows of her brother’s legacy was now stepping forward firmly into the light, ready to carve her own path alongside the Boy Who Lived.
