The Other Potter

By: MEEE (:

Summary: Vanessa Rose Potter doesn't exist to the half the Wizarding World. Other Potter? What other Potter? There is only Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. When Vanessa learns of her past, she is not surprised that no one knows her name. After all, she wasn't even there when Voldemort came for her family. Instead, she was at Sirius's house. After all, she is his favorite goddaughter. Though admittedly, she is his only goddaughter. But since Sirius is in Azkaban, and her parents are dead, she is left with Harry and the Durselys. But that all changes when they arrived at Hogwarts. Vanessa befriends Draco Malfoy, of all people and is sorted into Slytherin. Vanessa may just be the Other Potter to everyone else, but to Draco Malfoy, she will always be the one Potter that matters.

A/N: YUP it's my second HP fic, my second DRACO MALFOY (hes hot) fic, buut my FOURTH total fanfic (: HEH. And I only finished one. SO DON'T EXPECT ME TO FINISH THIS ONE. Just saying. I'll try though. I'm serious, I will. JUST DON'T EXPECT IT. AND BEFORE YOU SAY ANYTHING. Yeaah, its totally cliqued, Harry Potter's twin sister falling for—WHOOPS, can't say it. Don't wanna spoil it (: OH PFFT WHO AM I KIDDING. It's soooo obvious (: so wahtever. Oh, and DON'T expect me to update fast, I mean, I USED TO do that, but then... IT WAS STRESSSFULLL. I mean, I will TRY and update fast but I'm not perfect (duh, I left 3 fics discontinued -_-) but just a reminder: I do have a life, you know. A life that's full of studying and tests and the occasional shopping spree, but IT'S STILL A LIFE YOU UNFEELING HEARTLESS JERKS. (kidding) (sorta) Okay, in retrospect, I probably should've put the title AFTER the author note and disclaimer. Well, too late for that. Hey, does this author note look freakishly long to you? Ah shit, I'm babbling. OKAY CARRYING ON.

Disclaimer: No, sorry I don't own HP, but I am freakishly obsessed with it (: but then again, so is the rest of the world.

PS: did any of you notice that George Weasley is being overshadowed by Fred? :o I mean, COME ON, he lost an EAR. THAT'S GOTTA COUNT FOR SOMETHING. Yes, I know Fred died. No, I'm not a heartless bitch. Yes, I am babbling again.

Staring out at the rain
with a heavy heart.
It's the end of the world in my mind

The Other Potter

PROLOGUE

The Sorting

"GRYFFINDOR!"

The Hall erupted with applause and screams. I clapped along with them.

What? You thought that was me? Oh no, that's my brother Harry. I haven't been sorted yet. Because if you'll notice, Vanessa comes AFTER Harry. It's always been like that.

It took awhile for it to finally die down. I was counting. The cheers lasted almost a full three minutes. Finally, McGonagall called,

"Potter, Vanessa."

As I stepped towards the lone stool at the front of the Hall, feeling everyone's eyes on me, I resisted the overwhelming urge to roll my eyes. Yes, Harry Potter has a twin sister. Is it really that hard to believe? I mean, seriously, I'm standing right in front of you. Well now, technically I'm sitting with the grimy, patched Sorting Hat over my eyes.

This thing is filthy.

"Ah," whispered a small voice in my ear, "another Potter."

Yes, the other Potter, as everyone has been calling me since I found out about my wizarding background.

"Not bad, not bad," it mused. "A fine mind, a reasonable amount of bravery, fairly loyal... quite a bit of cheek."

You bet your darn hat that I have quite a bit of cheek. Oh wait... you are a hat.

"Yes, yes... you would do greatly in Gryffindor—oh, what's this? You don't wish to follow in your brother's footsteps, do you? Quite different from him, aren't you? Yes, then, better be... SLYTHERIN!"

I removed the patched, fraying hat and saw 3 tables which I took to be the Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Gryffindor tables were silent and staring. The only sound was some scattered, polite clapping from the staff table and the loud jeers and whistles from the Slytherins on the far right.

The silence was broken by shocked whispers as I made my way to the Slytherin table.

"The other Potter is in Slytherin."

"She's in Slytherin."

"First Potter ever to be in Slytherin."

"How could she be in Slytherin?"

"Slytherin."

"Yes, Justin, we know she's in Slytherin. Stop repeating it."

I reached the Slytherin table, and stopped, unsure of where to sit.

"OY, POTTER!"

I looked up, and to my relief, it was the blond boy from the train. The one who had been picking on Harry's new friend, what's-his-face, the Weasley. Okay, probably not the best idea to go sit by him and the strangely gorilla-like humans next to him, but he was the only familiar face along the whole table. And believe me, it was a long table.

"Your names Vanessa, isn't it?" the boy said as I sat down.

"Yeah," I said, brushing my straggly jet-black hair out of my face. It was the same color as Harry's. I had the same eyes as him too. Seems like my mother's hair and my father's eyes didn't get passed on. Oh, the boy's talking to me again. What was his name again?

Oh, the boy's talking to me again. What was his name again? Oh right, Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. I remembered the way he introduced himself to my brother on the train and I suppressed a giggle.

"Well, I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

My lips twitched. "Yeah. I know."

And your voice pulls me back
like a wakeup call

The Summer Before Second Year

"I just don't know how you put up with him, Ness." Harry was telling me as I packed up my trunk. "He's jerk for real, Ness, I'm serious. Remember that time he stole Neville's Rememberall? Remember? How can you excuse him for that—Ouch!" I accidentally dropped a pile of books on his foot.

"I know he's a jerk, Harry." I said, after hastily muttering very sincere apologies. "And I don't know how I put up with him either. I just do."

The doorbell rang downstairs. "Oh, that'll be him." I quickly scanned the room for my other stuff. "Harry, can you do me a favor and bring anything I left behind? Thanks."

I swung the door open and forced my trunk through, my little tabby cat Sebastian following at my heels.

"What I don't understand is how in the world you got Uncle Vernon to let you go stay with them." Harry continued, following me down the hall. "And how you convinced the Malfoy's to come over to a Muggle household."

"I don't know," I told him honestly, pausing at the stairs and wondering how the hell was I supposed to get my trunk down the stairs without either ripping my arms out of their sockets or tumbling down with it and suffering a concussion. "Magic, I guess."

"How come I don't have this magic?" Harry grumbled.

"Because I'm naturally gifted. Why? Would you like to come with us?"

His eyes widened in horror. "Hell no!"

"Yeah, that's what I thought," I said, grinning. I faced the stairs again, my lips pursed in frustration.

"OY, POTTER, HURRY IT UP!" Draco's voice rang from downstairs.

"I NEED HELP GETTING MY TRUNK DOWN THE STEPS!" I yelled back.

"GET THE OTHER POTTER TO HELP YOU! ISN'T THAT WHAT BROTHERS ARE FOR?!"

That was one thing I liked about Draco Malfoy. To him, I was the Potter and Harry was the Other Potter.

"THERE WILL BE NO YELLING IN MY HOUSE." Uncle Vernon roared.

For a second, I considered yelling back, "WELL THAT'S A BIT IRONIC, DON'T YOU THINK" just to piss him off. But I decided I liked my face the way it was and kept my mouth shut.

"Git," Harry muttered as he helped me hoist the outrageously heavy trunk up into our arms and down the stairs.

"Morning, Draco." I smiled brightly at him.

"Morning, V." his lips twitched slightly. Then, his eyes fell on Harry, who was still struggling with my trunk. "What's wrong, Potter? The Boy Who Lived can't handle carrying his little sister's trunk?"

I've been looking for the answer
somewhere
I couldn't see that it was right there

Fourth Year—During the Second Task

"I have to go watch Harry's task," I said urgently, trying to pull away from him.

"Relax, V. You can see it from here. I just got to tell you something."

We were standing on the shore of the Black Lake. But the thing is, we were on the opposite shore. Yes, I could see the other side, where the champions were waiting, but just barely.

"Well, can't it wait?" I asked exasperatedly, once again trying to pull away.

"But it's such a beautiful day," he replied, smirking as he pulled me back towards him. I could tell he enjoyed overpowering me.

"Yeah, I know. Is that what you wanted to tell me, Draco?"

"What—I—no!" For a second he looked panicked. Then, he ran a hand through his wet hair (he woke me up at the crack of dawn for breakfast, then took me down to the Lake where he decided to drench me with water and we spent the rest of the morning in the Water War that was bound to follow after that) "I just—er—panicked—not that I'm nervous or anything!" he added nervously.

"You're right. You're not nervous." Just play along with the obviously nervous and kinda weird delinquent, V. Don't let him bother you. He's not dangerous. At least, I'm pretty sure he isn't. "So, uh, is that what you wanted to tell me? That you're not nervous?"

He threw a pissed off look at me. "Will you stop guessing what I'm trying to tell you? Because, honestly, you suck at guessing."

"Okay... was that what you wanted to tell me?"

"Vanessa, seriously," he said very seriously. Then, he looked off into the distance, where the champions were anxiously waiting the return of my dear brother. "." He said in one breath.

I cocked my head to the side like a dog when they're confused. I honestly have no idea why I do that. "Eh?"

He took another deep breath and enunciated this time. A little too much. "I. Really. Like. You. Vanessa. And. I. know. You. Probably. Don't. feel. The. Same. But. I. just. Thought. You. Should. Know."

I was busy laughing at him inside my head, so it took a while for his words to sink in. When it did, my mouth fell open. "Eh?" I repeated.

He just glared at me.

"Oh," I said oh so wisely. "Yeah, okay. Um, could you give me a little time—"

He pushed me against a tree, his lips crashing down on mine, which I took for a definite no, you may not have more time. But I found that I didn't need more time. I found that I liked the way his lips felt on mine and how our bodies were curving into each other. I found that I liked his hand on the small of my back that was pressing me closer to him. I loved the way his hair felt in my hands and—wait, how the hell did that happen?

I broke away from him, gasping for breath.

"Well, that was something, wasn't it?" he breathed.

"What the hell happened?"

"Well," he said, smirking. "I believe you just fell in love with me."

"Egotistical, self-centered prat." I muttered.

"Hey, but that's what you love about me, isn't it?"

"I do not love you, Draco Malfoy."

"Sure, sure," he said airily, still smirking. "It's fine, you'll come around. But for now... be my girlfriend?"

"Absolutely not—"

My thoughts cut off as abruptly as my words as he tilted my chin up and kissed me again. Gently, tenderly... How could Harry hate him? How could anyone think he was remotely unpleasant—

He pulled away from me, and I could see the prominent smirk on his face. "That's definitely a yes."

I glared at him. Now I could remember how everyone could think that he was unpleasant, if not downright annoying. But... yeah, it was definitely a yes.

I'm so glad I found an angel
someone
who was there when all my hopes fell.
I wanna fly looking in your eyes.

A/N: SO? SO? SO? Whatcha guys think (: this chapters just the beginning, you know, the BASIS... the BUILDING GROUND of the story. YEAH I just had to make it super crystal clear about their relationship. Okay, so from the first scene, you see that they hit it off straightaway, right? The second scene is where Vanessa's going off to the Malfoy Manor which means that she and everyone's favorite Slytherin became really close. Close enough that Draco and his LUCIUS MALFOY father could put up with entering a muggle household to pick her up. By the way, they got back to the Manor by Side-Along Apparation. It was Vanessa's first time, so once they got out of the suffocating blackness, she promptly threw up on the Malfoy's neatly trimmed lawn. (: Well, the third scene is from the Fourth Year even though it couldve been set in any year. But I did have a plan for that. They kissed right when Harry got out of the water, so when he looked over, OOOOH OVERPROTECTIVE BROTHER ALERT! (: hehe okaaay. I'm done ! I'm not sure whether the rest of the story should take place in fifth or sixth year =\ I'll probably do sixth, unless I come up with something I could work with in Order of the Phoenix. Uggh. I can't believe this. I'm re-reading Order of the Phoenix and for the first time in FOUR YEARS I realized that it's not Order of Phoenix, it's Order of the Phoenix. DAMN DAMN DAMN :O how the hell had I missed that?

PS: yeeeah, the little thingys are song lyrics. Because You Live by Jesse McCartney. WHAT? i love him. I guess it sorta fits as an undertone in this chapter. i didn't mean it to be like that, though. seriously. it just fit (: oooh right, lemme put in the last part.

Because you live
I live.