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What if Harry had a twin sister? What if she took a blow to the head from the Dursley's and ended up not quite right? What if the girl just wants to have fun? What if all of her magic was controlled only by her power, and her imagination? And what if she knew the glory, the magnificence, and holiness of... EXPLOSIONS!!! Honestly not sure where the story is gonna go, but for now I'll simply follow canon as I twist it around with little Misha. It's a slow burn story instead of a conflagration. (While it's tagged villain, Misha is a chaotic-neutral entity. Sometimes she's good, others she's evil.) I update once a week at the start of the week. If I decide to drop or go on hiatus, I'll make sure to mention it beforehand. I do not own Harry Potter. All original works are owned by J.K Rowling. I do own the image. If you like it, send some support over to my p atreon.com/Nartleb2
My name is Misha Potter, currently ten years old. I'm about average in height, I think, at four foot six. My hair trails down to my waist since I've never had it cut. My clothes are all dark in color, due to them being handy downs from my cousin Dudley Dursley. My twin Harry is in the same boat as me.
Though unlike him, I don't have glasses, and I managed to add a smidge of color to my outfits. This color comes in the form of a bow on my head. While the main color is still black, it has some cute frills on the edges in green.
Although I suppose this little introduction is really just my way of avoiding thinking about what's in front of my face. For some reason, there's a huge hole in the kitchen wall. I'm not entirely sure how it got there either. One minute, I was putting some bread in the toaster for my aunt, listening to my uncle yelling at my brother as usual. The next, there was a loud sound and the wall I was facing had a large hole in it.
There's complete silence for a few moments, then I hear Uncle Vernon and Harry rush into the kitchen while Aunt Petunia faints at the sink.
As soon as he sees the hole, he stops. "What in the bloody blazes did you do?!" He stomps over to me in rage, which turns into worry as soon as he notices Petunia on the floor in front of the sink.
I try to tell him that I don't know what happened, that I had nothing to do with the hole in the wall, but he barely acknowledges my presence. Just enough to push me away as he rushes to Aunt Petunia.
Unfortunately for me, as I fall my head hits the edge of the kitchen table. The last thing I hear before I lose consciousness is my twin shouting my name, "Misha!"
