Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are not mine, just Rachel.

Author's Note: Starts just before Rachel and Harry's 6th year at Hogwarts. Sirius is alive in this story.


The Unknown Potter

Chapter One

As Rachel sat on a train to London from the airport, she looked at the man who sat opposite her. He was tall, thin with silver hair and beard. It was Albus Dumbledore. Rachel had wondered why Remus didn't pick her up himself but then again it didn't really matter.

Rachel smiled. She liked being back around people like herself. Rachel had been surrounded by people like herself before but she was in France, and France wasn't her home country. Rachel attended the wizarding school Beauxbatons. She liked it there, it was a big, lavish place but it still was never considered home.

As the train stopped in London Dumbledore and Rachel got off the train. Rachel looked around, now she felt like she was home. England was her home country; she hadn't been here since she was young;p though.

Rachel followed Dumbledore to a small, run-down looking pub. Rachel looked at the sign, The Leaky Cauldron. They entered and Rachel still followed Dumbledore, she hoped he knew where he was going. The pub was cramped and the air was clouded and misty.

Dumbledore led Rachel to the back door. They then entered an extremely small stoned courtyard which had a large three way brick wall around the area. Dumbledore looked at the brick wall curiously while Rachel looked at Dumbledore curiously.

Dumbledore then took out his wand and tapped the brick wall in a sort of sequence. The brick wall seemed to fold into each other, melt and disappear. They then walked through the newly opened area. 'This is Diagon Alley,' Dumbledore said, 'but I'm Remus had told you all about it.' Rachel nodded but didn't say anything.

Rachel looked out into the long street in wonder. It was packed with wizards and witches going on about a normal day, shopping and talking to people.

They did have something similar in France but it wasn't as packed. The one in France was more compact and didn't have the same variety of shops that this place did and while there Rachel couldn't afford to buy too much too often.

'First I think we should go to Madam Malkin's robes for all occasions,' Dumbledore said. Rachel just nodded again. Rachel followed Dumbledore to the shop. There were no other students inside. Not long after entering a short woman with curly silver hair walked in from the back room muttering to herself. She stopped in her tracks when he saw Dumbledore.

'Oh my goodness Dumbledore, what are you doing here?'

'I'm helping a new student find her way around to get her school things,' he replied politely.

Madam Malkin looked Rachel over and looked sceptic, 'She looks too old for a first year.'

Dumbledore chuckled politely. 'She is transferring from Beauxbatons and is entering into her sixth year.'

Madam Malkin nodded her understanding. She walked over to Rachel and began measuring her with a magical tape measure. 'OK, get up here dear,' she said kindly.

Rachel did as she was told and stood still on a small platform while being pinned and measured still.

When they left the shop they began walking to another one to buy Rachel a new cauldron and potion ingredients, Rachel started to wonder, where was all the money coming from? Rachel thought about asking but deep down she knew better than to ask.

They went to Flourish and Blotts last to get her school books, while Dumbledore went and got them for her, Rachel waited for him by the door. When he returned Dumbledore regarded her carefully. 'Remus tells me you already have an owl?'

Rachel nodded. 'Yes, I have a snowy owl.'

Dumbledore smiled more, he seemed amused. Rachel felt uncomfortable for a split second. She didn't understand.

They made their way out of the shop and walked back up the street. Rachel looked at the Quidditch shop as they passed. She loved Quidditch. She played on a house team at Beauxbatons. She played Chaser when she first started then in her last year she got to play Seeker for one of the teams. She loved it; she hoped she got to play while at Hogwarts.

'Now, I think we shall go see Remus,' Dumbledore announced.

Rachel felt her heart leap. It made her body feel numb but wonderful. She was excited.

They walked back towards the Leaky Cauldron and back onto the Muggle streets of London. She followed Dumbledore to a small backstreet where Dumbledore stopped and took out his wand and a small velvet purple pouch which he handed to Rachel. It was the same pouch he used to pay for this in Diagon Alley.

Rachel just stared at him. 'There is some more money inside. I took the liberty of accessing your vault at Gringotts before meeting you at the airport. I trust that is alright?'

Rachel nodded, shocked by the sudden information. 'Yeah, that's fine. I didn't know I had a vault here.'

Dumbledore nodded softly. 'Yes, your parents left it to you; they left one to Harry too which is located next to yours.'

Rachel smiled but said nothing. She felt tears sting the back of her eyes. She didn't know much about her parents. She only knew the things Remus had told her, which was never much. He has always been vague about his answers. Rachel shook her thoughts out of her head and placed the small pouch inside her black robes.

Dumbledore lifted his wand and waved it very slightly. Rachel jumped as a large three-decker purple bus appeared and immediately stopped in front of them. Rachel was amazed that the bus was still intact jumping into a small alleyway.

Dumbledore got on the bus and Rachel hesitantly followed. 'Grimmauld Place please,' he said politely to the driver. He turned to her and used his wand to bring her possessions on board. Rachel was very grateful since she couldn't use her own; she carefully walked to the middle of the bus and looked up.

She saw a large chandelier hanging from the top level. It was gold and shone throughout the bus. Rachel only just noticed that the bus had no seats. There were just beds beside curtained windows. There was a candle beside each bed illuminating the walls.

Rachel walked near the end of the bus where Dumbledore was sitting on a bed. She sat down next to him. She watched a young man who had given Dumbledore a ticket; he was still looking at the place they were sitting.

'Do you know who that was Ern?' the young man asked.

'Yeah, that was Dumbledore,' the driver replied, 'he's the headmaster at Hogwarts.'

Rachel plainly heard what was said. She turned her head and looked at Dumbledore who appeared nonchalant. He must have heard what was said. Rachel yelped as the bus groaned and a loud bang issued through the bus. She was flown backwards onto the bed. She got herself up and held tightly onto the beds wooden headboard.

She looked at Dumbledore again who was sitting there calmly as though he was sitting on something solid. The bus driver didn't seem to know how to drive very well though. Rachel watched as the bus swerved around cars on the road and up onto the pavement. Though the bus never hit anything, it seemed invisible.

The bus stopped after only ten minutes of travelling and the conductor announced that they had arrived at Grimmauld Place. Dumbledore smiled, stood up, charmed Rachel's trunk and possession and walked off the bus with Rachel following behind him.

They walked to the middle of the street and Dumbledore stopped and looked between houses eleven and thirteen. Rachel looked as well; she couldn't imagine what he was waiting for. Rachel jumped for the second time that day as the houses began to part and the number twelve was engraved into a black letterbox which popped up.

Dumbledore turned his body slightly and silently handed Rachel a piece of paper.

The Order of the Phoenix can be found at number 12 Grimmauld Place.

Rachel frowned faintly as she read it again then gasped as the small paper burst in flames. Rachel dropped it and it disappeared. She looked back at the house. It had become clearer, more solid. 'What is…?'

'All in good time,' Dumbledore interrupted, 'besides, I'm sure Remus can fill you in.'

Rachel nodded. They walked up the concrete steps to the large black front door. Dumbledore tapped his wand next to the door handled and Rachel heard several metal clinks and clanks as though the door was unlocking itself.

When they entered a strong smell of damp and stale air hit Rachel instantly. The long hallway was dark, narrow and silent. Rachel started to wonder if anyone actually lived here. She followed Dumbledore into what appeared to be the living-room. There was only one person in the room, Remus.

Rachel's face lit up as she looked at him. He still looked the same, except his hair was slightly greyer and his face was a little more lined. Remus looked up at her. Rachel smiled more. Remus' robes were still shabby but his eyes were still the same kind ones that she remembered.

Remus stood up and placed the book in his hands on the sofa where he was just sitting. Rachel ran to him and hugged him tightly. She didn't ever feel like letting go. When he finally realised her, he kissed her on the cheek gently.

'How's my girl?' he whispered. His voice sounded rough and hoarse. Maybe he was a little nervous like she was.

'It's so great to see you,' Rachel said hurriedly.

They settled on the sofa and Dumbledore had excused himself saying he was needed at Hogwarts. Remus held Rachel's hand tightly. He couldn't remove the smile from his face. 'Are you alright?' he asked.

Rachel nodded. 'Yes I'm fine. I'm so happy to finally be here.'

There was an unusually long pause between them. It was the first time she had seen him in about five years. She took a shaky breath and looked at Remus. 'Is there anyone else here?'

Remus' eyes averted to the stairs for a moment before looking back at Rachel. 'The only other person here is Sirius. He's upstairs, I'm not sure what he's doing though. You'll meet the Order later on tonight.'

Rachel looked at Remus hopefully. 'What about Harry?' It was the question she had most wanted to ask.

'He isn't coming for another three days.'

Rachel's face fell slightly but then quickly changed it back to a smile. 'That's Ok, gives me more time to spend with you.'

'Let's have a cup of tea,' Remus said standing up.

Rachel followed him through a door at the other end of the room which led into the kitchen. The smell in this room wasn't much better than the living room and hallway. There stood a long rectangle table in the middle of kitchen. It didn't seem to leave much room for anything else. The cupboards all looked like they had seen better days and the only window in the kitchen were boarded up with an opaque black curtain.

'Do you know what happened to my luggage?' Rachel asked as she sat down at the table.

'Yeah, I think Dumbledore sent them upstairs,' Remus replied.

Rachel nodded and waited for Remus. When he joined her, he handed her a hot cup of tea. Rachel took a sip; it was just how she liked it, white with one sugar.

'Who owns this house?'

'Sirius does. It belonged to his parents. I know it smells stale but at least it's liveable.'

Remus stood up and went to another cupboard. He walked back over and placed a small plate of biscuits on the table. Rachel smiled. She took one and said her thanks.

'What's the Order of the Phoenix?'

'Dumbledore didn't tell you?'

Rachel shook her head. 'No, he said you'd be able to tell me.'

'It's a group which Dumbledore founded to fight Voldemort.'

Rachel's eyes widened. 'You say his name?'

'Some of the Order do, yes.'

Rachel took a small bite of her biscuit as she thought it over. She didn't think she would ever be able to say his name, even if he were dead. It sounded creepy to her; she could only imagine what it must be like for Harry.

Remus seemed hesitant to ask his next question. 'So, have there been any boyfriends that you haven't told me about?'

Rachel giggled. 'No, I told you I wouldn't date and I kept that promise.'

Remus seemed relieved. 'Does Harry date?'

'Yes.'

'Then why do you worry about me dating?'

'Well, I'm not Harry's guardian, I'm yours.'

Rachel smiled. She loved Remus. She should say it more often. He always looked out for her; he treated her like his own daughter.

'Are you dating anyone?'

Remus laughed, 'No, definitely not.'

'Why?'

'How many women do you know would go out with a werewolf?'

Rachel shrugged. 'I would.'

Remus chuckled again. 'Well, lucky you're my god-daughter and too young for me.'

Rachel giggled. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this happy


Later that night Rachel sat in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place with the Remus and the rest of the Order. Most people sat frozen in their seats with their eyes on Rachel. Remus cleared his throat and most eyes went to him.

'I would like everyone to meet Rachel Lily Potter, Harry's twin sister.'

The room went deathly silent and all eyes went back to Rachel. She began to feel uncomfortable with everyone's eyes on her. Remus continued.

'This is some of the people in the Order,' Remus pointed to a young girl with a heart shaped face and bright pink spiky hair, 'that is Nymphadora Tonks, who prefers to be called by her last name only.'

Rachel looked Tonks over, she was very pretty. 'Wotcher,' Tonks said smiling at Rachel.

Remus then pointed towards a man with ling grey hair who had a bright blue magical eye which was whizzing around in its socket. 'That is Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody,' Remus said. Rachel looked him over as well. She could just imagine how many times a magical eye could come in handy for and how useful it would be.

'That's Kingsley Shacklebolt over there,' Remus said next pointing to a tall, black wizard who was looking at her curiously. For some reason Rachel looked away from him quickly. 'That's Arthur Weasley over there,' Remus said next. Rachel looked over. He was tall with red hair, going slightly bald though.

Remus then pointed to the woman sitting next to Arthur. 'And this is Arthur's wife Molly and they have seven children,' he pointed to each as he went along the table, 'their eldest son Bill, and his girlfriend Fleur, Charlie, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny. They have another son, Percy, as well but he isn't here.'

Rachel looked at them again slower. Their red hair stood out against everyone else's. Rachel remembered Fleur when she was at school, when she was in her last year Rachel was in her fourth year. Remus then moved over a little and Rachel followed. He next pointed to a girl with brown bushy hair and light brown eyes. 'This is Hermione Granger, one of your brother's best friends.'

He then pointed to a pale man who had black unkempt hair. 'That is Sirius Black, though you may already know that.' Rachel nodded. She did know who Sirius was. She remember sitting in the dining hall at Beauxbatons reading the article in the Daily Prophet. They did have a different paper in France but it was in French so Rachel had the Daily Prophet specially delivered.

'Also this is Professor McGonagall, she'll be your Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts and this is Professor Snape, he'll be your Potions teacher.'

Rachel didn't think Snape looked like a very nice teacher. His black eyes searched her green ones for a few moments before Remus spoke to her. 'Let's eat.'

Rachel took a seat next to Remus and Sirius. 'You look extraordinarily like Lily,' Moody said, his magical eye looking at Rachel. She looked up at him. She felt a little nervous under his stare.

'Except she has black hair,' Tonks piped up cheerfully. Rachel looked at Tonks again. Rachel wondered if she was always this happy.

'So what school did you go to before?' Bill asked.

'I went to Beauxbatons,' Rachel replied. She looked Bill over quickly. He had long red hair which was tied back into a ponytail and he had an earring with a fang on the end. Rachel thought he looked kind of cool.

''Ow did you like Beauxbatons?' Fleur asked in a soft voice, staring at Rachel with a vacant expression.

Rachel took a moment to think and swallowed her food before slowly saying, 'It was great...it's very big.'

Fleur smiled approvingly and went back to eating. Rachel looked up from her plate after a few minutes and looked at Charlie. He was already looking at her with a small smile on his face. Rachel tried her hardest not to blush.

She didn't think there was any point denying that Charlie was cute, well, handsome really. The flaming red hair, millions of freckles, light brown eyes, a tan-weather beaten look and not to mention musclier, Rachel really liked what she saw.

After a few moments Rachel felt Remus nudge her slightly, he appeared to have noticed her staring. Rachel cleared her throat. 'So, Charlie, what do you do?'

'I work in Romania at a dragon sanctuary.'

'Must keep you away?'

'Yeah, I don't get home very often, but I still love it.'

Rachel smiled. She didn't think she'd be able to ever work with anything as dangerous as a dragon. Rachel remembered reading about the Triwizard Tournament two years ago. She feared for Harry throughout the entire year. It scared her to think he could've died before she even got a chance to meet him.

Rachel felt another slight nudge into her side from Remus. She shook her head and cleared her throat again and looked back down at her plate.

After dinner Rachel went upstairs to have a shower and get ready for bed. She wanted to get an early night, she felt like she needed a good sleep. When she finished she looked into the bathroom mirror which was cracked and had grime in the corners.

When she was young she thought her reflection was startling. She never looked like she had pictured in her mind. Rachel knew that sounded silly but it was how she felt. Did she really look like her mother? She did have a photo of Lily and James but it was old and ripped in the corners. Rachel kept it on her at all times.

She studied her soft oval shaped face and stroked her long black hair; her almond shaped eyes were full of a startling green. The only thing Rachel didn't really like was that her skin was too pale for her liking. Rachel sighed and got changed quickly.

She went back to her bedroom and tidied up a bit before settling down. She found a favourite book in her trunk and pulled back the covers of her new bed. The quilt was black and all the sheets and pillowcases were white. The carpet was a dull, faded green and the windows were covered with a pale green curtain.

She made herself comfortable and began to read. Only after ten minutes Rachel heard a small knock at her bedroom door. 'Come in,' Rachel called.

The door opened slowly and she saw Remus poked his head around. He closed the door behind him gently and walked over to the bed and sat down next to Rachel.

Rachel noticed the look on Remus' face. 'Is everything alright?' she asked quietly.

'Are you sure you're not dating?'

Rachel sighed faintly; she closed her book and placed it on the bedside table. She looked at Remus, 'I thought you trusted me?'

'I do, I'm just making sure.'

Rachel shifted in the bed. 'Then why are you asking again?'

'You seem very interested in Charlie,' Remus commented.

'That doesn't mean I'm dating, I said I wasn't dating and I'm not, I never lied to you.'

Remus moved closer to Rachel and held her hand gently. 'I do trust you,' he repeated quietly, 'but if anything does happen you will tell me, right?'

'Of course I will.'

Remus relaxed and kissed Rachel on the cheek. 'Goodnight. We'll talk some more tomorrow.'

Rachel nodded, 'Night,' she said as she watched Remus leave the room. Rachel picked her book up from the bedside table and began to read again. When she finished the chapter she was reading she put her book away and turned the bedroom light off.

She got back into bed carefully and lay down gently. She loved how soft and comfortable the bed was. She smiled. In a few days she would finally meet her twin brother. It made her wonder if they were similar in personality like they were likely to be in appearance.

Rachel closed her eyes and smiled more, she couldn't remember the last time she felt this happy. Rachel only hoped that she wouldn't wake up to find that it was all a dream.