Name: Harriette Potter (sister of Harry Potter, two years younger)
Age: Ten, just turning eleven. How can she be two years younger than Harry, you may ask? Literary license. Harry was one year old when his parents died. One could be almost two years old, and Harriette could have been still inside her mother Lily, waiting to be born. Somehow she was saved from dying with her mother. I know, I know, this is pretty far fetched, but hey, so is most of Harry Potter. You wouldn't want Harry to be an only child, would you?
Job: None, student
Wand: Hickory with an ivory cigar holder for a base. Wrapped with Unicorn tail hair at each end. It was made for me by Hermione Granger at the little town by the Shores of Gitche Gumee. Later it was soaked in body fluids of Voldemort while levitating his carcass back to the Gitche Gumee River from where Hermione and I captured him after destroying his castle and dungeon.
Familiar: An owl, Ludwig by name, captured when he was a baby out of his
nest.
Looks: I look a little like Harry Potter, my brother.
Personality: I lived as a street urchin for nine years, so I am tough,
quick to fight and can handle myself. I toppled Voldemort
himself once, sewed his lips and eyes shut, jabbed chopsticks
up his nostrils and nearly killed him.
History: I grew up in a little Chinese restaurant, run by its owner
Chiang Fat-So. I lived in a cupboard-under-the-stairs there, and
worked for my keep, making extra money doing manicures and pedicures
in the little town. Until Hermione, my best friend, came along I
was content to stay there for the rest of my life. She made me a
wand, taught me to use it, especially for levitation; she also
taught me to fly a broom. We once levitated an entire castle
together from a mountain top to a lake ten miles away, and lowered
it into the lake, drowning everyone inside.
Picture of me:
