[[A/N: So I'm finally reposting this story. After like two years ._. I had planned to rewrite it but I haven't done that much rewriting, mostly just slight editing. This is just a plain short, don't expect an intricate plot or a plot of any kind because I suck at those. This is a mostly non-plot fluff story. You've been warned c:]]
Prologue:
He'd always stood up for me.
When our cousin wanted to beat me up because funny things happened to my brother and I, my brother would be there. When Uncle wanted to hit me because I left a dirt spot on the floor, Brother would help me clean the whole house all over again. And when Aunt slapped me because I didn't talk right, Brother would make her stop.
My brother, Harry, was the best brother in the world, there was no doubt about that.
But then he left me.
I was ten and he was eleven, when I came back from staying the summer with Aunt Marge, our Uncle said he was gone. Just gone.
'Your brother abandoned you, girl. What will you do now?' Uncle smirked, his fat face too close to my own. His putrid breath making me feel such an intense need to vomit that it was unreal.
'Harry wouldn't do that!'
I had been so sure that day. There was no way that my brother, who had always protected me from our family, would just leave me. But days turned into weeks, and weeks into months and yet Harry never came back.
Uncle Vernon was right. Harry Potter, my big brother, abandoned me and left me with our abusive family. I was all on my own.
I was just a girl.. Of course he'd leave me behind for bigger and better things. My Uncle had told me, he went off with circus show freaks because he didn't want me anymore. Nobody did. Who would? After all, I was only a girl.