My name is Annabel. Annabel Hughes. or so I thought. After reviving a letter to a school called Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry my life got complicated. First of all, my parents aren't my real parents, and I am famous! In the wizarding world at least. I also was told what the lightning shaped scar on the back of my neck meant. Oh and one more thing, I have twin brother named Harry Potter!


1. Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardery

                                              Annabel's POV                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          "Annabel!" I heard my mum call. I groaned and crawled out of my warm bed and placed my feet on the cold wood floor. I trudged to the bathroom and got in the shower. I let the warm water pound on my back for a moment then washed. I then jumped out of the shower and dressed in my favourite outfit and jumped down the stairs two at a time. When I reached the bottom I saw a strange looking woman with a black cloak and a tight bun with a witch hat perched on her head like you might see on the tellie. "Good morning Miss Hughes, I am Minerva McGonagal. I am here to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. I will return on August 20 to take you to Diagon Alley and to meet your twin brother." Wait. A school of magic? Twin brother!?  "Darling, your father and I have something to tell you." Said my mum, Your father and I are not your rel parents. Your parents were killed by a dark wizard called Voledemort. He tried to kill you and your brother, but he couldn't. That is how you got the scar on the back of your neck." My hand instinctively flew to the scar on the back of my neck. "All my 11 years, you have been raising me to believe that you are my parents?" I raged on without waiting for a response, "If you aren't my parents then who are you!? What is my real name?" "Dear, your name is Annabel Potter." 

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