Chapter One
Secret
Laughter, pure sounds of joy, echoed in the pitch blackness. Sweet tones barely recognizing the harsh clashes in the sky. The laughter only amplified by the drops of rain upon the windows of the car. "Daddy it's your turn!" in a flash of lightning the laughter was gone. The voices were gone, but the rain wasn't.
Thunder crashed over head. Soft sobs broke the quite that followed. "Shie you mustn't. You need your strength. Please go to sleep." This new voice was soft and gentile, but sad also. The room was dimly lighted. It was a hospital room, and the sobs came form the girl lying in the bed. She was covered in bandages. Her dark brown hair matted and still wet. Her eyes though the shade of pearl blue, was what caught his attention. They over flowed with tears, and though she seemed to be looking straight at the person beside her. Her eyes held a look of unseeing. They looked but the saw not.
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Harry sat straight up in a cold sweet. He had not had such a vivid dream of this like since Mr. Weasley had been bitten by Voldemort's snake. The sun was just barely coming in through the windows. He sighed, 'even if I knew who she was I have no idea which hospital she is in, and with out either one of those I couldn't possibly find her.' Shrugging off the feeling of helplessness Harry got out of bed. 'I mind as well take advantage of the time'.
Harry had enjoyed a leisurely shower. Not feeling rushed in the least to hurry and get ready before he missed breakfast. Harry had just finished dressing when he noticed that the others in the room were starting to wake up. Grabbing up his Transfiguration's book he left for the common room to study a bit while Ron got ready. Their first exams of the year were coming up fast. They only had two more days to prepare. The seventh years were pilled high not only with extra homework and projects but also Studying. NEWTS were on everyone's minds. If they were on anyone's mind more then the professors then it would be Hermione's.
She had been a frantic mess since they had gotten back. She rushed out of the girl's dormitory. Arms full of books, bag swung over her shoulder, muggle pens stuck behind her ears, and a quill wound up in her hair. She stopped momentarily at the table Harry sat at. Taking a moment to stuff some of her books into her bag, "You stayed up all night again didn't you?" Hermione looked at Harry as if just realizing he was there. "Oh Harry, yeah I just had to finish rereading and deciphering my ruins book. I don't know what I'll do if I don't pass my ruins exam on Thursday." Harry raised an eye brow at her. "Mione, it's only Tuesday. You still have enough time to study. I bet you're the only seventh year who will have so much time for last minuet studying seeing as how you already finished your homework and projects for this semester."
Mione shook her head. "There is never enough time in the end." Her tone was so solemn that someone would think she was speaking at a funeral. She heaved a big sigh and went to get a small bit before heading straight to the library. "Harry man, I'm starting to worry she wont ever come out of it." Harry distracted by Hermione's mood jumped when Ron started speaking. Harry shrugged his shoulders closing his book and leaving on the common room table to retrieve before classes. He wasn't worried about anyone taking it. The only person silly enough to believe their school books would get stolen was Mione. 'Who on earth would still a school book, everyone had enough of their own with out taking someone else's.'
Harry was finishing up the last few bites of his fruit when footsteps could be heard behind him. No one could mistake those footsteps for anyone else's. He felt a light chill sweep up his spin when the footsteps stop right behind were he sat. "Potter, the headmaster would like to see you promptly." The footsteps continued on with out waiting for any form of a reply from Harry.
Harry pushed his fruit away not able to force them down his throat. Harry stood up murmuring to Ron, "I'll see you in Potions." He walked the familiar way to the gargoyle statue with out thinking much about it. Sighing out the password "skittles", a rather wide verity of flavored muggle candies, Harry ascended the stairs to the door outside Professor Dumbledor's office, surprisingly finding it open.
"You wished to see me Professor?" Dumbledor looked up from a piece of parchment setting in front of him. "Ah yes, Harry my boy. Come in, close the door and take a seat wont you?" Harry took a seat in one of the chairs in front of the Headmasters desk, after closing the door behind him.
"Harry I know this may come as somewhat of a shook, but I'm begging for you to be patient and hear me out. After words you can say and do what ever you like but please just hear me out." Harry was now slightly uncomfortable. When someone started a conversation off in this manor it was never a good sign, but when the Headmaster did this it was a really BAD sign. Harry nodded his head cautiously.
"It will be easier if you do not interrupt I'll answer any questions after I have finished explaining." Dumbledor waited till Harry gave another nod before continuing. "About a month before the death of your parents… your mother gave birth to another child. A little girl, she was born premature, but fate would have it that it would be luck that it was so. The night your parents were killed your mother not only saved you, but she saved your baby sister as well." Harry tried to interrupt but was stopped by Dumbledor's raised hand. "Please Harry let me finish this in one swoop. I had a choice Harry, a very hard choice. I could have let you and your sister grow up together, just as you would of if that night had never happened, or I could do the best thing in my power for her.
She was born under secret. The world did not know about her. If I placed her separate from you, she could have a normal life. I knew from the moment I saw your scare, your life would be filled with danger and you would never be completely safe. She however could grow up not knowing she was ever in danger in the first place. I had to Harry. Your life would be filed with enough hard ship with out you having someone to care fore and watch out for constantly.
I found a very old friend of your father's. He swore to take care of her, guard her, and keep her secret. I know what you're going to ask. How come I didn't tell you about her as soon as you defeated Voldemort? Because she didn't know anymore then you did. She knew even less. As far as she's concerned her parents have been safe and sound these past fifteen-sixteen years. I saw no reason to stir up grief with out cause, for either of you.
I bring this up only now because I have just been informed that your sister and her 'parents' have been in a horrific car accident. Your sister was the sole survivor. Harry, you are her only family now. She is still under age, she must have a guardian. The law is very clear you are that guardian until you give up that right." Dumbledor let out a long sigh 'now for the rage'. Harry's reaction was not anything like he had anticipated. Rage, anger, tears, shouting, denial, any of these would have been acceptable considering the situation. Harry's response however was completely stunned. He seemed to be in a trance. He didn't utter a single sound for the longest of time.
"I… I want to… to see her." His voice was smooth and calm only his slight hesitation showed event a bit of what emotions he was going through.