Paris Potter

Meet Paris, the famous Harry Potter's long lost twin. Like Harry, Voldemort tried to kill Paris. Like Harry, he had no success. Luckily, someone adopted Paris and sent her to Hogwarts. Paris starts to remember, step by step, that Harry is her brother.

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6. Hogwarts

  Paris's P.O.V.

  I can't believe I'm a wizard!! I still cant believe it!! I wonder if my birth mom was a wizard....No. Don't think about her. She didn't love you. If she did die, it would've been on the news already. I haven't heard about a mom dying and her baby gone!! She never loved me. I'm sure of it. Hagrid took Harry and I to platform 9 3/4 which is also top secrets to keep the normal people away. I don't like the word Muggles. It sounds so mean so I call them normal people. The Hogwarts train was so beautiful!! The red, metallic skin of it shone brightly as it stopped. Since Hagrid works at Hogwarts, he is coming, too. I'm glad since I'll have someone to talk to. I walk inside the train and sit in an empty cart. I started to think about Harry. I wasn't really sure about him. He seemed nice and kind but who knows? He might be hiding something...

"Hello?" a voice snapped me out of my thoughts. A ginger-haired girl was standing there. "Can I join you? The other carts are full.." she asked. "Y-yeah" I stuttered. Come on, Paris!!!! Don't you want a friend??? She sat down across from me. "I'm Hermoine Granger" she stuck out her hand. "I'm Paris" I shook her hand. "What about your last name?" she asked. I shrugged. "Alright. Hey, do you know any spells?'' she asked again. I could tell she wanted to be friends so I made up my mind. "No. But you want to know something cool?" I didn't wait for her to answer but I whispered it "My mom isn't a wizard" She smiled. "My mom and dad are Muggles, too." "Cool!" I exclaimed. Who knew? We talked and talked until a lady with a cart interrupted us. "Candy, girls?" she asked. Hermoine got up and bought 2 boxes of jellybeans. I think they were jellybeans...Once the lady moved on, she handed me one. I took it, shocked. I never had a friend before. A friend my age. "Careful, though. There are every kind of flavor! Even the gross ones!" she warned me. I giggled. She must be joking. I scooped on out of the open box and....gagged. Ewww! What kind of flavor is this!? It tasted like mud!!!! I heard Hermoine laugh at me. I laughed at me,too. We both finished eating our boxes, gagging at the gross ones, smiling at the sweet ones, and making faces at the sour ones. I think I just made a friend!

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