Potters Sister

Intro I always knew about Harry, the brother I had never met. Severus told me about him when I was old enough to understand, though his face twisted with bitterness at every mention of our mother. Lily Potter. I looked like her, more than he did. But Harry was the one who got her eyes, they said. He went to live with Muggles, while I grew up in a world of magic and privilege. I was raised in Severus Snape's shadow, hidden from the world like a secret too dangerous to reveal. Because of his teaching job at Hogwarts, I lived with the Malfoys druring the school year—Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco, my second family. Their manor became my home, their beliefs became mine. I had Draco, Pansy, Blaise, and Theo by my side. Together, we learned to look down on the Mudbloods and Muggles who didn't belong in our world. I belonged here—among the purebloods, among those who knew their place. But in the back of my mind, there was always him. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. My brother.