I walked through my kitchen, sleepily shuffling my feet. Oliver was still asleep; on a count of he had practice until eleven o clock last night. So I decided to treat myself to some waffles. As I was pulling out the toaster though, I heard the door bell ring. It was a short walk to the door. My apartment wasn't the most spacious thing. I peeked through the little window hole to see something strange… Albus Dumbledore was waiting in the hallway.

I quickly opened the door. But before I had the chance to utter a single word he spoke.

"Emily, it's your brother. It is time to reveal yourself to him. He needs you now more than ever." Finally, I heaved a sigh of relief. I would get to reveal myself as Harry Potter's older sister. Not even Oliver knew yet. Although, I was sort of nervous to tell him.

I had been keeping this a secret for long enough. It was time that I act proud of who my brother and parents were.

"Yes, I know. I saw the Daily Prophet." They had called my little brother a liar. And I did not like that one bit.

"I would like to offer you a position in Hogwarts. Even if it's only temporary you will be able to stay close to him." I had actually been training to be working with the ministry of magic. I didn't know how to teach.

"But, Professor, I've been training to be a Minister, not a teacher."

"I know, which is why you will be my new assistant and eyes and ears of Hogwarts. Starting this upcoming school year." He smiled slyly. He always had everything figured out.

I smiled, then remembering that we were still standing in the doorway. Just then, Oliver came walking in. I turned around to see him shuffling down the hallway, rubbing his eyes. He blinked a few times as I let Dumbledore in. The door shut and he looked up, doing a double-take. His eyes blinked and stayed wide open.

"Professor?"

"Ah, hello there Mr. Wood…" He looked down at me. "I didn't know you two were…"

I stepped in. "Uh yeah, it's been a few years, so we got a place together."

"It's been two years" Oliver mumbled.

"Um, yeah." I laughed nervously.

He laughed at my cheeks turning pink. It was quite embarrassing… and awkward at that time. "Well, I think that is just wonderful. You two are perfect for each other."

Oliver let out a tired yawn. "So what are you here for, Professor?" He asked, innocently.

"I suppose you haven't told him…?" Dumbledore asked me. I nodded.

"Told me what?" A Scottish accent was heard again.

I turned to face him, "You might want to sit down."

He grabbed a stool from the tiny island in the center of the tiny kitchen and plopped himself down. "Yes?" He waited.

I tried to force it out a few times before I finally succeeded. "I—I." I sighed. "I'm Harry Potter's older sister." I admitted.

I swear he would have fallen down if he was standing. He grabbed the edge of the island. He was more awake now then I had ever seen him. Dumbledore appeared beside me. We waited for a response.

"Wait—what? You don't even have the same last name…?"

"I have my adoptive parent's last name." Which is Conlin. "They changed it to protect me, so that Voldemort wouldn't come after me and Harry would have someone once he grew older."

"Ah, I see… But then why didn't you tell him once he came to Hogwarts?" He questioned.

I glanced up at Dumbledore. "Well, we knew word would get out that Harry had a sister… and figured the Dailey Prophet would be all over it… and Voldemort would find me…"

"Oh."

"And now it's time that I show myself… Oliver," I stepped closer, grabbing his hand and holding it. "You saw the newspapers. You've seen what they've been saying about my brother. I have to help him… so Dumbledore is giving me a job at Hogwarts. I'm changing my last name… and telling Harry."

He was taking all this in surprisingly well. Although, he should. We had been dating since our last year at Hogwarts, two years ago. It was when Harry was a third year. Now I guessed Harry was a fifth year… anyway, he should be reacting this way, I assured myself. We had been saying 'I love you' since a year ago. It was on our year anniversary that he had come out with it.

"You're leaving in September for the new school year?" He said, sadness surfacing in his eyes. I still held his hand, squeezing it a little.

"Um, yes. But, I'll be coming back for vacations, just like all the other teachers and students." I smiled reassuringly.

He paused and smiled. "You know, I always thought you looked a lot like Harry's mother… he showed me a picture once… the auburn hair, blue eyes, fair skin… I should have known…" He laughed a bit.

I have to admit. I do look exactly like my mother, Lilly. Everything about me is like her. My face, my hair, my eyes, my skin. It was all hers. Countless times I had received looks and stares from Harry. He probably just shook the strange feeling off though.

"Well, better start getting ready, Miss. Potter." Dumbledore voiced from behind me. I let go of Oliver's hand, turning around to face him. He was grinning. "Better go change that name once and for all… and start packing… the new year starts in two weeks."

I sighed. Finally, I would be able to change my name. "Thank you, Professor."

"Please, start calling me Albus. We will be working together, after all… and you are no student, at twenty-one years old, Bethany."

I laughed lightly and smiled. "Okay… Albus… and thank you so much, again."

He started to walk towards the door.

"You are very welcome." With one more grin he disappeared in a cloud of gray mist, leaving a gathering of smoke in my kitchen.

I coughed, making my way through the cloud to open the door, sending the gray mist down the hall and stairs. As soon as I closed the door I heard Oliver's sweet voice echo through the room.

"So… Harry Potter's sister, eh?" He got up off the stool. I met him half way. He wrapped his arms around my waist, drawing me into his firm chest. I giggled a bit.

"Yep."

He smiled warmly. "You know, I always liked that boy. Great seeker—."

"Oh, Oliver Aiden Wood, is Quidditch all you think about?" I repeated what I had said that first month we were dating. It had sort of become my saying to him.

"No, certainly not, Emily Lilly Conlin Potter. You are always on my mind… right in front of Quidditch." He repeated what he had said in response to my silly question years ago. Although, he had altered and changed the last part, adding in Potter.

We laughed, just as we had that night. I wrapped my arms around his neck, guiding his lips to mine. I felt that same spark that had happened years ago. We were serious from the beginning, and I will admit… it still took me a while to get around to the shagging. It wasn't exactly enjoyable the first time… even though it was with him. I have a terribly low tolerance for pain, and after the first few minutes we had to stop. It was too much for me. But then, two more times later and I finally got the chance to enjoy it with him, getting over the pain.

He pulled back from my lips, grinning from ear to ear.

"Now, how about some breakfast?" He asked.

I nodded cheerfully. This day was starting off well.

It was later that day and I headed down to the Courthouse in Edinburg to change my last name. It was a half hour drive from Glasgow, where my apartment is.

I weaved my way around fast-moving muggles. If only I could use magic without looking too suspicious…

But I made it to the courthouse, heaving open the heavy wooden door.

Inside it was mass chaos. People were running about, trying to balance huge stacks of papers and such. I dodged a few flying objects, walking up to the head desk.

There was a less than excited-looking secretary. She stared up at me, waiting for me to start talking.

"Hi, um, I'm here to change my name…"

"That's the down the hallway, third door on your left…" she said automatically in a monotone voice, rustling through papers. "Mr. Port is free. You'll see the names on the cubicles."

I nodded, thanking her and walking off down the gigantic hallway. It was less crowded in here, and definitely quieter. I came to the third door on the left. It had 'Department of Citizen Files.'

The door silently opened to reveal a quiet office setting. There were about ten cubicles. I looked about for Mr. Fort's. His was to the left a little ways. I saw the bronze name slate next to the entrance. His head popped up from the files he was scanning.

"Yes?"

I was sort of apprehensive about this guy. He was half bald and had thick glasses, with black rims. They reminded me of my brother's…

"Yes?" He repeated. I snapped out of my haze.

"Oh uh—the secretary sent me here… I want to change my last name."

"Last name? I don't get that very often… Please, sit." He motioned towards a tiny office chair. I sat down uncomfortably in the tiny space, plopping my purse down in my lap.

"Alright then, what's your name?" He asked, not even looking back at me.

"Emily Lilly Conlin." He clicked about a thousand buttons on his computer before my name, driver's license picture and my info showed up. "May I see your I.D.?"

I dug through my purse to find my driver's license and handed it to him. He nodded, handing it back.

"Alright, now what would you like to change your surname to?"

"Well, I was adopted, they changed my last name. But it used to be Potter. So I wanted to change it back to that." I explained. He smiled.

"Okay then." He pressed a few more thousand buttons and keys before turning back to me.

"Okay, you are now Miss. Emily Lilly Potter… that'll be fifty Euros." I handed the money to him. I had been saving that money since I was eighteen. And now, finally I got to use it.

I walked out of the office as Emily Lilly Potter. And it felt great.