A/N: I'm back, and as promised, Book 4 is now up!

Summery: Hannah Potter is Harry Potter's twin sister, going into her fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her third year did not end well, with her breaking ties with her long time friend, Draco Malfoy. But with the Triwizard Tournament going on, will Hannah just get her man after all, or will she stay true to her friends?

Chapter 1

Quidditch Cups and Burning Scars.

There was an old Manor like thing, in total disarray. One old man by the name of Frank had noticed some weird goings-on in the upper floors and went up to investigate. From his hut, he limped past the mailbox hanging on the broken post, faded out paint barely read "The Riddles"

Frank had creaked slowly up the steps to the main drawing room of the old Manor and listened at the door to a silent, but undoubtedly diabolical conversation.

"My Lord, what shall we do about the Potter Twins?" one man with a shaky voice said.

"They live…for now, Wormtail." a high pitched voiced man said. "Lest you forget that I need them to return to power."

"But, my Lord. You know well of Hannah Potter's-" the man known as Wormtail said

"I am perfectly aware of Hannah Potter's capabilities!" the high pitched voice said "That is why I have planned to have her join me in exchange for her life. You know how I hate to spill Slytherin blood."

"And Harry Potter?" "Harry Potter must die." the high pitched man confirmed "He is the one I am after. Not the girl."

Frank backed away slowly. These two people were in trouble! He had to tell someone about this.

He never got so far as the edge of the rug he was standing on when the high pitched man said to Wormtail "I believe we have a Muggle eavesdropping on this conversation, Wormtail."

"Shall I dispose of him, M-My Lord?" Wormtail asked, his voice shaking again.

"No, Wormtail. Where are your manners? Show the Muggle in."

Frank stood there in horror as the door to the drawing room creaked open, revealing a mousy little man and one of the plush chairs in front of the fire.

Frank barely had time to say a word, let alone enter the room when there was a flash of green light coming from the chair.

He was dead before he hit the floor.

…

I shot up from my bed at the same time as Harry. Harry had his hand on his forehead, and I had mine on my neck.

I would say that my scar burned. But that would be a severe understatement. My scar hurt like a bitch!

Not only because we saw Voldemort. But I have this thing in where when Harry's in trouble or his scar burns, my scar prickles.

Oh, right. Sorry. I'm Hannah…Hannah Potter. Slytherin fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and younger twin sister of Harry James Potter.

Anyways, Harry and I looked over to each other once our scars stopped burning so much and lessened down to a prickle.

Do you think? I thought to Harry.

That Voldemort's near Privite Drive? I hope not. Harry thought back.

"What do you think we should do now?" I whispered, getting up off of the bed and pacing.

"Ron and Hermione would probably want us to write to Dumbledore." Harry said, shrugging.

I stopped pacing and gave Harry a look that said 'Seriously?' "Sure. We can write Dumbledore." I said sarcastically, picking up a quill and some parchment "What should we write to him? Oh, I know. Dear Professor Dumbledore, sorry to bother you on your vacation but our scars hurt this morning. Sincerely, Harry and Hannah Potter."

Harry rolled his eyes "Yeah. You have a point." Harry said, nodding, before widening his eyes "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

I read Harry's mind.

"Write Sirius!" we said together, slapping each other a high five.

"You write it. I don't know what to say." I said, handing Harry the quill and the blank parchment before opening up my owl cage and petting Gwendolyn, my owl.

…

Harry and I were up for the rest of the morning, writing and proofreading our letter to Sirius.

By the time breakfast rolled around, we groaned and trudged downstairs to face Dudley's "Diet" breakfast.

Dudley's school nurse had sent a report to Privite Drive and said that Dudley needed to lose weight because the school couldn't provide knickerbockers his size anymore.

So now we had to go on a diet with Dudley. I panicked the day the new regime was announced. I was already a hundred pounds, and that was small enough. I didn't want to lose more weight!

So Harry and I sent notes to our friends, pleading for help. And Harry wasn't too pleased at the result.

I got more food than he did from not only Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger and Ivy Duff, our mutual friends, but I got some from my Hufflepuff friend Ramona Capodebt (she was an Animagus, and her form was a cat, so I called her She-Cat.), my Ravenclaw friend Sheila Alexander, and my Slytherin dorm mates, Lexi McMaster, Amelia Finch, Rose Yaxley and Millicent Bulstrode.

Nothing from Pansy Parkinson. I still had issues with her that resonated from second year with a certain womanizing git by the name of Draco Lucius Malfoy.

Anyways, after our crappy breakfast of grapefruit (Harry and I having to split the smallest piece) the post arrived, bearing a letter from Mrs Weasley, Ron's mother.

Uncle Vernon read the letter aloud and there was mention of a "Quidditch World Cup" and that "Mr Weasley had gotten tickets".

Since I was in absolute love with Quidditch, I jumped out of my seat at the mention of the tickets and threw all of my things higgledy-piggledy into my trunk, along with the Muggle clothes I was wearing.

I changed into my Slytherin Quidditch robes and grabbed my Nimbus Two Thousand and One and dragged my trunk and Gwen's cage downstairs.

The reception I got was odd. Harry was stifling laughter, whereas Vernon didn't know whether to smack me or to just plain yell at my unDursleyish fashion sense.

"Mrs Weasley had me a Quidditch tickets. LET'S ROLL!" I said, raising my broom into the air and laughing as Harry couldn't control himself any longer and fell to the floor laughing his ass off.

…

After Harry and I had convinced Uncle Vernon to let us go to the match (it took us threatening him with our "murderer" godfather), Mrs Weasley had planned to have Mr Weasley come and get us on the next Friday.

…

The next Friday we waited and waited for Mr Weasley to show up. When the time passed when he was supposed to pick us up, I got disheartened.

I immediately perked up when the sound of yelling came from the electric fireplace.

"OW, FRED! THAT WAS MY FOOT, YOU IDIOT!" George Weasley's voice shouted through.

Harry and I looked at each other as Fred Weasley shouted "YOU'RE ON MY FOOT NOW, DIPSHIT!"

Harry and I ran into the living room and spoke when Mr Weasley said "Boys! Enough! Ron, go back, go back! OW!"

"Mr Weasley?" Harry and I said together.

"Harry?" Ron said "Guys, I think I can hear Harry!"

"Bag that, little bro. I think I can hear Hannah!" Fred said before talking to me "Han, can you hear me?"

"Yes, Fred, I can hear you." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Then why the hell can't we get through when we know we are here?" George asked.

"It's an electric fireplace." Harry and I said together.

Mr Weasley shouted "OH! Stand back then, twins!"

Harry and I stepped back in perfect timing as Mr Weasley had broken the fireplace and stepped out of the gaping hole in the wall.

"That…was…AWESOME!" I shouted, jumping up and down "Can you do it again?"

Fred and George laughed "That's our girl." they said.

"Get over here, Hannah." Fred said taking a step towards me.

"Oh…no…you're covered in soot!" I said taking a step back. "Come on, Fred…stop!"

"Ha ha, very funny." Fred said, trapping me against the wall "You know what else is funny? How much…I love…my little sister from another mister!" Fred shouted, picking me up and slinging me over his shoulder, knocking a bunch of candies from his pocket.

"FRED WEASLEY PUT ME DOWN!" I screamed as George picked up the candy as Aunt Petunia held Dudley back.

"Dad, I'm gonna take Hannah, ok?" Fred said, turning to Mr Weasley and taking my trunk.

Mr Weasley nodded and took out some green powder and threw it in the flames, turning them green.

"Go, Fred." Mr Weasley ordered.

"Yes, Dad." Fred said, stepping into the flames with me still over his shoulder.

"FRED!" I screamed, coughing as the soot entered my throat.

"THE BURROW!" Fred yelled overtop me.

We spun. I squeezed my eyes closed and held onto my lunch as Fred gripped onto my side tighter.

…

When I was finally let down, I was in the kitchen of the Burrow.

I plopped myself down in an empty seat of the dining room table and noted that Ginny Weasley was sitting beside me.

"Hey, Gin." I said, smiling at her.

"Hey, Han. Enjoy the ride?" Ginny asked, smirking at Fred.

I shot Fred a dark look and replied "You could say it was a rather…educational experience." I said as Hermione Granger walked in.

"HERMIONE!" I shouted, getting up and running to hug her.

"Hey, Hannah!" Mione said, returning the hug in full as Harry, George and Mr Weasley one by one popped into the kitchen.