Eliza's Story *I own nothing Harry Potter, as it all belongs to individuals who are significantly better writers than I. The only thing that is mine is Eliza. This is the story of what it would be like to be the unknown little sister of the Boy Who Lived.

********* INTRODUCTION ***********

A flash of red, an awful piercing scream, and finally, nothing. This was the dream an eleven year old witch had been having every night for the past week. Sitting bolt upright the young girl opened her eyes to see her current guardian standing above her.

"Eliza?" asked Arthur Weasley cautiously, "Are you okay sweetie? You were screaming in your sleep again."

"Ah Papa Weasley, it was that nightmare again," replied Eliza catching her breath.

"It was only a dream," insisted Arthur, "I am here for you; it is all going to be okay. Try and get back to sleep before we wake up your brothers and sister. Tomorrow we are going to platform 9¾ and from there you will be on your way to Hogwarts." With that said Arthur left the room of the young girl he had begun to consider a daughter, closing the door gently behind him.