The night Voldemort killed my parents, I was in the crib right next to Harry's. I am a year younger than Harry. Voldemort tried to kill Harry first. My mom, Lily, was protecting Harry and my dad, James, was protecting me. Voldemort was so surprised that he couldn't kill Harry, he left in shock. Harry was brought to the Dursleys, while I was put up for adoption. I was adopted by these nice people named Kate and Justin Lightowler. They took very good care of me. But the day I turned 11, I got a letter from this place Hogwarts. Kate and Justin explained how I was adopted and my real parents were wizards. So this guy named Hagrid brought me to this place called Diagon Alley. Hagrid and I ran into Harry. Hagrid explained to both of us that we were siblings. I didn't know that Harry was famous. Harry introduced to two of his friends, Ron and Hermione. Ron said something about his sister, Ginny, and I being best friends. I finally met this Ginny she seemed really nice but I don't think she knew that Harry was my brother, because she asked me if I had a crush on him. I told her that Harry was my brother and Ginny seemed embarrassed.