Authors Note:

Hello!!

This is my first FanFic!!

This story has been rattling around in my mind since Deathly Hallows came out and here it is!

A Rather Reluctant Potter

Prolouge

To call my father a hero is a bit of an understatement according to my siblings. To call him a good person is very much understated according to my siblings. They think of him as “The Chosen One”, “The Boy Who Lived”, or even worse “The Slayer of the Dark Lord”.

For many years I have denied being a part of the stupid family for many reasons. First reason, I can’t stand any of them. From my stupid siblings to my parents; I never liked them. I was born into a family I didn’t want to be born into. I’m famous for only one thing and that is, I’m Harry Potter’s spawn. He can’t’ understand why I resent them all so much. Lily says it’s because I’m a snob, Albus, fathers little wonder boy, just ignores me half the time but James sticks up for me when he can’t be bothered to be mean.

People hunger fame, well I can tell you it’s a load of crap. I can’t walk anywhere without someone saying “Your Harry Potter’s daughter!” It gets old fast. My first year at Hogwarts was vile. It was me and James against the world. Well not really, James adored his fame and took to his best advantage. I spent 95 of my time hauled up in the library talking to Victoire.

When I said I couldn’t stand any of my siblings I did kind of fudge the truth. I get on well with James; I’m thinking it’s a twin thing. We are like chalk and cheese though; he’s about as intelligent as a flobberworm in most subjects and the most popular Griffindor in our year and most of the other years. I had enough brains to take my OWLS a year early along with several others from my year but sadly I wasn’t popular at all.

I’m lucky to have lived this life though. I suppose even though we can’t stand being in the same room as each other half the time me and my father have a very close friendship. I’m the one child that is actually shockingly like him. Though this hasn’t really helped matters…

Living as Harry Potter’s child has really changed my life. Not always for the best either.

This is my story. A story of a rather reluctant Potter.