I’m in the wind. I’m in the water. No body’s son. No body’s daughter

You met Harry your fourth year of Hogwarts. And met meaning, you had just become friends. You’ve been there since first year, but Harry avoided you for some reason. Probably because you were both too similar. Orphans. Thrown into a life you didn’t want. Both had scars. Mental. Emotional. Abusive adoptive family. It was freaky. You were like the girl version of him. Even in looks. Raven black hair and green eyes. Even a lightning bolt scar. Except yours was on your right forearm and Harry’s was on his forehead