AN: Well this is my first fic, so go easy; constructive criticism is still welcome... but keep it friendly. I wanna say thanks to my writing partner, beta and bff, sirius-seriously. She's rad. And any references to lamas in this - point fingers at her. And I know I'm supposed to include a disclaimer, but honestly, if I (well we) did own any of these characters, would we be here? Actually, we probably would because we are very sad Harry Potter is over, and fanfiction is all we have left, but anyways, the point it, we don't own nothing. Except for anything you don't recognize. Enjoy! And don't forget to review!
Lily's Letter
Harry Potter had just stashed the Elder Wand under a loose floorboard in his previous bedroom, at the residence of Number Four, Privet Drive.
"Blimey, these Muggles have no respect for you Harry... why'd you stay here anyway?" Ron said as he glanced around the untidy and poorly furnished bedroom.
"Oh for the last time Ronald! Harry had to so he would be protected from Voldemort by his mother's love and Dumbledore's charm. Don't you ever pay attention?!" Hermione shot in his direction.
"I'm done, we can leave now... I'm dying to see Ginny," said Harry to his two friends, who were still engaged in their argument and were hardly paying attention to him.
"Well Ron, maybe if you would open your ears!" shouted Hermione after Ron had made an attempt to defend himself.
Harry rolled his eyes and started to walk towards the door, when he glanced at his closet, where Hedwig's cage used to be. He bit his lip, trying to force back tears. Hedwig had been his only connection to the wizarding world, and he had become quite fond of her. He quickly walked out the door and into the hallway, where Dudley was awaiting him.
"You aren't leaving so soon are you?" said Dudley, sounding slightly anxious.
"Well, yes. Ron has to get back to his family, and we're going to Australia and try and locate Hermione's parents..." said Harry sounding slightly guilty. After all, Dudley's parents were murdered by two Death Eaters. Deaths in result of Voldemort. Just like his own parents... funny how after all those years of emotional, and often physical, abuse, the two were now so similar.
"You can't go! What if they come here!" shouted Dudley, fear showing plainly on his face..
"Dudley it's over, no one is coming here! I promise," said Harry trying to console his panicking cousin.
"YOU SAID THAT ABOUT MUM AND DAD TOO, BUT LOOK HOW THEY ENDED UP!" Dudley roared.
Both boys stood in the hall silent, just as Ron and Hermione came out. A loose floorboard caused Ron to trip and land flat on his face, which made Dudley to stare at him.
"Blimey, is there any floor in this house that doesn't cause people to trip?" said Ron as he gathered himself together, picking up the few galleons that had spilled from his pocket.
Hermione rolled her eyes and helped him up. "Wait, what's that under there?" Hermione said, turning back to where Ron had fallen.
Harry and Dudley quickly got on their knees to get a closer look at whatever Hermione was talking about.
"It's a letter. How did that get under the floor?" Dudley asked stupidly, sounding very confused. Harry grabbed it and noticed that it had Aunt Petunia's name on the front. He hastily opened it, which wasn't difficult, seeing as it had been opened before. Ron stood behind Harry, fiddling with his wand and Hermione was looking at a strange painting of a lama on the wall.
"Dudley, this was to your mum... from mine." Harry spoke so softly that only Dudley could hear him.
"What? What do you mean it was from your mum? I don't think she's ever been here," said Dudley.
"Well, she could have mailed it and your mum could have stashed it here," Harry said logically.
"But your mum... she didn't live in our world... how could she get to a post office?"
"Owls, Dud, they can go anywhere, remember? And it doesn't matter how she got it to her, the fact is she did."
"Well, should we read it?" asked Dudley. Harry nodded and the two boys moved themselves to the stairs where they unfolded the letter and began to read.
Dear Tuney,
I know it has been many years since we last spoke, but I need you to read this. I know how much you hated that I was a witch and was sent away to Hogwarts. And I am sorry. I wouldn't have changed my choice for anything, but you must know that I love you and being away from you was terrible. And the way you looked at me when I came home for holidays was heartbreaking. I couldn't bear that my sister, my best friend, wouldn't even look me in the eyes. I know it must have been hard on you to see me leave, but it was awful for me too. Because I was born from two Muggles, some of the kid's would call me 'Mudblood', a vulgar word in the wizarding world. Not very many people did it, but enough. It proves that wizards and witched aren't any more open minded than Muggles, something I suspected from the beginning.
The classes were so much different in comparison our school, as were the students. It was strange at first. When mum and dad sent me letter with news from home, I would always get excited, hoping to hear from you. I never did. You never even responded to my letters! I guess I disgusted you, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry we never had the chance to sit and talk this through. We had such a close bond, and I was,and still am, so distressed to see that fading with time.
Petunia, I need you more than ever right now. I know you disapproved of my marriage to James, and our choice to have a child - well children. We had twins, a boy and a girl, born at the end of July. We named them Harry James Potter, and Blaire Callie Potter. They are adorable; I wish you would meet them. But this is not the reason I am writing to you. I am writing to you because danger is approaching my family, and if something happens to James and me, I want you to take Harry and Blaire. Please. They are safest with family and you are all I've got. I cannot explain the danger through mail, but trust me Petunia, it is serious, and I need you to take the twins if anything happens to us. Please Tuney, for me.
Remember what I asked, and I'll always love you.
Lily Potter
The boys sat in silence as they finished the letter. Dudley looked at Harry, who was glaring at the piece of paper in front of them.
"You... h-have a sister?" Dudley stuttered. Harry just sat there stunned at the words he just read. He re-read the name, Blaire Callie Potter, over and over again.
"Apparently so... and I never even knew about her." Harry said, stunned.
Ron and Hermione stood silently as they looked at Harry.
"Are you sure Dumbledore never mentioned her?" Ron asked.
"Oh right." Harry said impatiently. "I forgot. Dumbledore did tell me I have another family member, a twin infact, but I guess it just slipped my mind." Sarcasm dripped from his words.
"Well with all that other stuff, you might have missed it..." Ron trailed off.
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes Ron."
"Well…"
"Give it up. I never knew she even existed. Why wouldn't anyone tell me?" Harry said, clearly upset.
"Maybe she died before your mum and dad." Hermione pondered.
"Oh that's a good way to think..." Harry replied sarcastically. "The ever-positive Hermione, that's you."
"Harry, I'm only thinking logically, you don't need to snap. We realize you are hurt that no one informed you, but we are just as surprised as you are. We are on your side."
"I know, I'm sorry. It's just that it is so frustrating, never knowing the full story. But that is still no excuse to snap at you, I know. Sorry,"
Harry finished lamely.
"Well, how do we know if she is alive or not?" asked Dudley, interrupting their conversation.
All four of them sat and thought about how to answer that question, but none of them could even give a suggestion.
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