Harry Potter and His Father's Sister

by roseannacharlotte

AU: James Potter has a twin sister who is dating Sirius Black. When James and Lily are killed by Voldemort, Elizabeth is the one who rescues Harry from the wreckage of their house and raises him. She also manages to stop Sirius going after Peter who ends up in Azkaban. How does being raised by wizards who love him change Harry's life?

1. Prologue

Was there any better way to spend Halloween? Elizabeth Potter thought to herself as she smiled at her boyfriend, Sirius Black, across the vast wooden table they were seated at one end of. Although, she mused, Halloween had always been a family occasion to the Potters, but that just wasn't possible this year. Her parents were both dead and her brother James, and his wife and son were in hiding from Voldemort. Elizabeth knew that they had a house in the nearby village of Godric's Hollow but since she wasn't secret keeper she wasn't sure exactly where it was.

Sirius stood up from the table and walked around to Elizabeth then dropped down on to one knee. Elizabeth felt an nanosecond of excitement then she suddenly clutched her head in agony.

"James!" the cry was wrenched from her lips. Sirius looked startled and started to ask what the matter was but Elizabeth had jumped up from her chair and was running through the manor in the direction of the front door, which flew open as she reached it so she could keep running up the drive and out of the estate into the village. Sirius was right behind her. As they reached the church they stopped.

The dark mark was in the sky above the charred remains of a house. Breaking into a run again, Elizabeth, closely followed by Sirius, went to the house and pushed her way inside. A cry pierced the night. Harry must still be alive.

Carefully picking her way through the wreckage, Elizabeth reached the stairs where her brother's body lay. Sobs wracked her body but she forced herself to move on, to find her nephew. Lily lay in the entrance of the nursery, her eyes glassy and Elizabeth paused to shut them before continuing into the room where Harry cried from his cot. A scar, taking the form of a lightning bolt, was visible on his forehead.

Elizabeth picked up her nephew and cradled him in her arms comforting him as tears streamed down her own face. Sirius entered the room his face a mask of grief.

"I'll make arrangements for the funeral. Come on, let's get Harry away from here." Elizabeth nodded and allowed herself to be led home.

The next day they would here the rumours. The rumours that said Voldemort had finally gone. That Harry had survived the killing curse Voldemort had used on him and that it had rebounded and killed the dark wizard instead.