You Remind Me of …

Chapter One

Family

It was a cool summer's night in July, and sixteen-year-old Harry Potter sat on his bed. It was 1 o'clock in the morning. He ran his hands through his hair frantically. A woke from a dream that he has been having since June. Harry watched his godfather fall through that black veil over and over again.

His face in hands now, tears rolled from his face to his hands. Harry was all alone. There was no one in this world would love him ever again as Sirius did. He was gone and Harry knew he had no family left except the Dursleys. He might as well be living in a cave. Sometimes he thought that couldn't get any worse. At least he was going to the Burrow that day.

Hours later, and miles away at Birmingham International Airport, Naomi Lupe stepped of the plane from Arizona. Naomi was fifteen going on sixteen in one month. She was normal height for a girl her age, her messy curly jet-black cascaded beneath her shoulder blades, and her sharp hazel eyes didn't miss a thing. She was very exotic with her mocha colored skin and her curly hair. She was very attractive. She had three piercings on each ear: two on her earlobes and one cartilage piercing in each ear. A rucksack on her back, and pair of Ray-Bans on her face, she was ready for anything.

"Naomi Lupe," a very manly voice asked. Naomi turned around she was faced to face with a very attractive redheaded man.

"Uh yeah, Naomi Lupe I am." He chuckled.

"I mean I am Naomi."

"Well my name is Charlie Wesley," he said casually sticking out his hand. Charlie was a laid-back guy who really doesn't care what anyone thinks about him. Naomi took it. Charlie's hand was rough. He must work with hands a lot. If she only knew.

"So you had a nice flight?" he said carrying her bags.

"Um yeah, I was pretty comfortable. The flight was pretty long but it wasn't bad. I never flew in my life and first class was awesome I had a whole row to myself. Stretched across and was on my laptop the whole time," she said excitedly.

"Well you're here now and I'm sure you're grandfather would love to here all about you're trip and you. He's been looking for you. He always knew that you were never far away. He will light up like a Christmas tree to see how much you've grown into a beautiful young woman."

Naomi followed Charlie to his car. He drove black Range Rover. Naomi sat in the passenger seat while Charlie put her luggage in the back of the tailgate. He jumped into the driver's side started the engine. They sat in silence for about twenty minutes before either said anything to the other.

"Can I ask you something?" Charlie asked.

"Yeah, shoot."

"Do you believe in magic?" Naomi stared at him for a moment and thought for a second. How many times has she ever asked that same question? She thought back to all those times when thing happened to her and she couldn't think of a logically reason for why it happened. Then backed to all those days when she felt like there had to be something more to this world. There had to be magic and mythical creatures because fiction is based on thing that had happened.

"Y-Yes I believe," she said tensely. Charlie looked over at her and smiled.

"What if I were tell there is," he said, "magic, witches, wizards, and warlocks." Naomi looked over at him her mouth half open. She almost didn't want to believe what he was saying. It was possible. That would explain weird stuff. Like people appearing out of nowhere and disappearing the next. Random blackouts that on a beautiful day, weird animals in the dessert that look otherworldly.

"That would explain a lot of things," Naomi responded.

"It would. Magic also affects electronically things such computers, televisions and what not."

'That really does explain a lot of things' Naomi thought. Then it dawned on her.

"Do I even have a grandfather?" she asked. The smile fell from Charlie's face.

"I'm sorry to say you don't but you do have family. It isn't my place to say whom but you do. What my real job is to make sure you meet a very powerful wizard by the name of Albus Dumbledore."

"So… you're a wizard Charlie?"

"Correct"

"What am I then," she asked.

"That isn't my place to say but you'll find out shortly we're here." Charlie pulled up in front of a grubby looking pub. 'The Leaky Cauldron.' An old man in black robes came out the pub. He open Naomi's door and said "Welcome back miss, my name Tom and I'm the inn keeper if there is anything you need do not hesitate." He bowed low to her.

"Uh thank you Tom," she said bowing back somewhat confused.

"No, no miss the pleasure is all mine," he said bowing again.

"Ah Tom, nice to see you again," Charlie said coming into to view.

"Nice to see you again Mr. Wesley, it has been a while may I offer you some fire whisky." Tom said with a toothless grin.

"No thank you Tom maybe later, now I need to meet with Professor Dumbledore. Did he say when he would be here?"

"'Matter of fact Mr. Wesley he's upstairs now in his room now."

"Great thanks. Naomi, follow me," he said motioning to her. She tried to grab her suitcase but Tom insisted on taking it. Naomi followed Charlie like a lost puppy into the pub. Naomi saw few witches and wizards inside the pub it seemed that no one wanted to hang around to long. She followed Charlie up two flights of stairs and down a hall. They stopped at room 233.

"Enter," a voice said from the other side. Bill opened the door and walked in. Naomi followed.

"Good morning Professor Dumbledore." Dumbledore was a very old and tired looking man, with sparkling blue eyes and long waist length beard and hair and unbelievably wrinkled skin.

"Aw good morning Mr. Wesley and Miss. Lupe. What a beautiful day we are having," he said as if nothing was the matter. "Please have a seat Miss Lupe. Thank you Charlie your task is complete, you may leave." There was a small pop and he was gone. Magic was something totally new and need some getting used to.

Dumbledore settled himself in the armchair across from Naomi.

"May I offer you some tea and biscuits, Miss Lupe," Dumbledore said.

"Yes, please." Dumbledore pulled out his wand and conjured a teapot and an assortment of cookies. Naomi dug in while Dumbledore began to speak.

"At last Miss Lupe you are here. Safe and sound. Good. Do you know why you are here?"

"No." she said.

"On your way here Mr. Wesley told you of the magic that is in this world. Am I correct?" Naomi nodded.

"Good," he said almost absent-mindedly and then continued, "Then let's start from the beginning shall we? Fifteen years ago a man by the name Voldemort was taking over and killing anyone who stood in his path. He and his followers wreaked havoc on not only the Wizarding World but the Non- magical community as well. The best of the best were dying. No one knew whom to trust. Survival seemed slim. There no hope in the world.

Until a boy by the name of Harry Potter temporally put all of Voldemort's plans on hold. Harry Potter was only a year old when he over came this Dark Lord. It was love that saved him. His mother, Lily Potter, love was etched in his skin. Voldemort who doesn't know love couldn't touch baby Harry. James Potter, Harry's father, died trying to save his wife and son from Voldemort. As did Harry's mother.

Voldemort performed the most deadly curse of all 'Avada Kedavra' the killing curse. Spectacularly the curse rebounded on Voldemort. The curse ripped him from his body. He was nothing more than an evil spirit. Harry Potter is considered a hero.

Recently; however, Voldemort found a way to have his body restored. He's back and he stronger than ever."

"But sir what does this have to do with me?" Naomi asked with heighten curiosity.

"Ah yes, and you come into the story right now. What most people do not know about this story is that James Potter wasn't faithful to his dear Lily. It was a month into Lily's pregnancy when James had to go on trip to America for the Order of the Phoenix (a group that is still exists today that fights against Voldemort.) He met your mother. They fell in love. He got your mom pregnant. He didn't know. Therefore, he left your heart broken mother behind in America. James never knew about you until you were born. You see your mother died giving birth to you and James' name was the one she gave the healers. He couldn't take you it would have broken Lily's heart to know that her husband wasn't faithful."

"So I'm a Potter," she said.

"Yes."

"Then why sir has no one ever come from me when I my father died."

"Someone was always there for you. Your foster parents were not normal people they are great auror's in America. You as your brother were in much danger even after Voldemort disappeared. His minions were still at large and we couldn't let this slip out that there are two Potter's in the world."

"But why am I in so much danger Professor Dumbledore?" Dumbledore sat up in his armchair.

"In this world pure magic is the strongest type of magic. It is pure power. It is almost untamable. Magic follows through the body as blood flows through veins. Naomi you are heir of this remarkable gene. You alone are stronger than I am and Voldemort will ever be. Inheritance from your mother's side made the strongest of all witches and wizards.

You my child were never in danger. You are the danger to the world. If one of Voldemort's supporters were to get a hold of you, the world would be utter chaos. Voldemort would have back before you could say 'fudge brownies.' He would have raised you as his tool. Used you until you were no more. He would make you as cold as a dementor." Dumbledore finished. Naomi sat in silence trying to absorb this new information. She was the danger not in danger, but the only thing she couldn't believe is she isn't alone in this world she has a brother.