Chapter 1

Clothes muddied, fingernails looking foul and covered in a light coating of sweat, Harry James Potter looked down at his handiwork. A perfectly aligned and expertly painted flower bed, crafted by himself, filled with some of the most expensive soil found at the local gardening shop. A job well done, perfect really. A small slither of pride crept up inside of Harry, before he could try to quell it a harsh bitter voice made him aware of his loving aunt.

"It will just have to do. Remember tomorrow you have to be at Mr Wallace's shop by six. Don't you even dare to think of being late. I wont allow you to further ruin my families reputation." Harry could almost feel the warmth and gratitude rolling off her words, well if he was deaf he might.

"Why can't uncle Vernon go, he does have that..." Harry looked around conspiratorially and raising his voice with only the smallest hint of sarcasm said "Amazing, brand new, state of the art, nought to sixty in only..." after the front door slammed behind him, he rather got the impression he had angered his aunt.

"Vernon has work tomorrow, as well you know. Unlike you, I might add, I wont have you lazing around all summer. You will do your chores and do them quietly." When angry, Aunt Petunia had the look of an affronted goose, but unfortunately had the waspishness of, well, a wasp. "Your dinner is on the side, clean yourself up, you wont be trailing mud through my kitchen."

Harry, annoyed at his treatment and annoyed that his little fun was so easily squashed by his aunt's inability to take a joke, decided to heed his aunt's advice. It wouldn't help having uncle Vernon release his pent up anger from work at him.

"Oh, and do hurry up or else it might get cold." That sounded cheerful, from Aunt Petunia. Maybe pigs will fly tonight. Harry peered into the kitchen, ignoring the all to obvious smirk on his aunts face. And beheld the feast his Aunt must have made for him with all of her skill and care. A bread roll and a small block of cheese.

Shaking his head as he climbed the stairs he wondered if his "family" thought he like cheese rolls, no then he wouldn't get them. Here he was doing some gardening for a family that hated him, when he should be out there, doing something to help stop Voldemort. Who knows maybe he had a fatal allergy to agapanthus. Chuckling to himself he gathered some assorted mess of clothes handed down to him from his cousin's exhausted supply of too large clothing.

Stopping in the hallway he realized Dudley hadn't been around as must this summer, true it had only been a week but Dudders never missed a chance to help try to teach Harry in detail how much he was appreciated. Well, it was not like he missed his cousins affections.

Locking the door behind him he approached the shower, much like the rest of the hose the bathroom wash spotless, and completely normal. From the airing cupboard with warm towels in to the assortment of toothbrushes, and rather disgustingly the lovely avocado colored bath tub. Harry had long since decided avocado colored anything was a sin.

After the shower took a minute or two to heat up enough to be bearable, Harry climbed in and with a sigh which spoke of more weariness than a fourteen, nearly fifteen, year old should be capable of. The water was so very relaxing, and oh so very warm. Not that the days of this summer had been cold, no, Harry unpleasantly remembered sweating most of the day since he had been back in private drive. This heat however was a calming, peaceful warm that spread to every inch of his body.

With his eyes closed he just enjoyed the sensation of the water, it was out of this world how delightful it felt. The perfect blend of warmth and pressure. Harry was sure he could feel his muscles melting away from the waters administrations. Maybe a bit too warm if he was to be a bit picky. No, definitely too warm. Too warm, no it was burning now. Too hot. Burning. Trying to get out of the way of the burning water Harry stumbled. Arms out stretched he caught himself before he hit his head.

Eyes now open he looked down for his glasses, he all ways kept them near. The heat was now gone, as was the running water. His glasses seemed to be on a shelf half way up the wall, a shelf he didn't remember existing. Putting them on he looked over himself, no burns or scaldings nothing, he just looked damp, like he just had a normal shower. Deciding it was probably time to get out, maybe he just needed to sleep a bit, stepping away from the shower he took a towel off the towel rack and dried himself.

The towel was unnaturally hot, almost as thought it had been baked, but Harry wasn't going to complain it was really soothing. Looking for his clothes he noticed a few things. The nearest thing was that the Dursley's didn't have a towel rack. Nor did they have a large circular bath tub, made out of what looked like marble. And they didn't have the same styled sink, or five toothbrushes.

No Harry was starting to think this was not the Dursley's bathroom. Maybe he had traveled magically to this place by accident. Which would mean he would be expelled, his wand would be snapped and Voldemort would kill him like a bug.

But how did he get here? He didn't know how to apparate or make portkeys. Maybe he made a fire to floo him away, under running water...and into a bathroom. Harry was no expert on the floo-network but he was pretty sure you needed two fires, if not two fireplaces. And there wasn't one in this was large though, large enough to land a portkey in, yes...he had turned his glasses into a...he was just being silly now.

Mind leaping now, filled with a similar feeling to that he had when in The Graveyard with Cedric. he could be anywhere right now. And he was sure he would remember a bathroom like this, the closest thing to it was the prefects bathroom in Hogwarts. wrapping the towel around himself he moved towards a small bundle by a laundry hamper. The bundle turned out to be clothes, male clothes. But not his, no these seemed to be made for someone his size not the whale shaped items fit for Dudley.

Looking into the hamper he saw something that made him blush, rather lacy black underwear, now he was no expert on this either but he was sure these were made for women. Lifting them up, Harry came to the conclusion that they were very nice. Before he could think anything else or do anything else, not that he was going to, the door banged open. It was behind him but too late a voice called out to him.

"Harry, why are you playing with mum's knickers?" it was a cheerful mocking voice yet with all the patience of a person explaining that the sky was in fact blue.

Turning Harry caught sight of a charming girl, maybe his age or maybe a bit younger. Her shoulder length raven colored hair was straight and shiny. Her round amused hazel colored eyes found his, Harry tried to control the warmth heating his face but it appeared this girl had noticed and it seemed to amuse her greatly.

Harry dropped the underwear and began to make various apologetic gestures, he almost got his mouth open to say, something definitely something, but life for Harry James Potter was anything but kind. A breeze around his unspeakable's told Harry his towel was no longer around him. One gulp was all he managed.

"MUM, HARRY'S A COMPLETE PERVERT!" very loud for such a sweet looking girl, he mused, he hastened to recover as much dignity as he could. Before he could even get the top on the floor on he heard footsteps in the hall, it seemed the girl did too as she turn to face them.

"What are you yelling about, for the last time just lock the bloody door." Said the voice of this mum person. The black haired girl began pointing into the bathroom.

"I just went to go in for a shower mum, the door wasn't locked, I swear, but I went in and Harry was standing there. He was holding your knickers with a grin on his face, so naturally I went to tease him. Then...and then he took his towel off."

"Rose, dear. You knew your brother was in the shower. Yes, he might be a bit of a pervert occasionally but he's a teenager, even Alice caught Neville with his sisters bra once." Rose turned to look at Harry disgust the main expression on her face.

"You better not go near my underwear" no hint of humor, not even a modicum of a joke. That was an outright threat. Another person appeared in the doorway, this person was a woman. She was quite tall for a woman, with dark red hair halfway down her back. She had Harry's piercing green eyes. This was a face he knew better than he knew his own.

Lily Potter.

"Dad says he wants a word with you, young man." Lily's voice was tight with anger, maybe what the girl said about playing with her knickers was believed. He had only been looking, although ... now it felt wrong.

Harry merely nodded in a mixture of shock and awe. Before him stood a woman who he had dreamed about for as long as could dream, and she was telling him off. While he stood there covering his quaffles with a bundled up T-shirt and a shorter girl, who looked like a cat who had caught a mouse, stood watching him squirm. This was a very disarming situation for Harry Potter.

With a grin that said he had escaped by the skin of his teeth Lily turned to leave, she tried to pull young Rose with her but was met with resistance. "Stop annoying your brother, he does need to get some clothes on. Unless thats what your waiting for, then you do need his permission to stay, otherwise you would be the perv ... Ha." Rose had went from a gloating cat to a startled deer in only a few words, the last thing Harry saw was an angry looking tomato glaring at him, with Rose's face.

Lily seemed pleased to have gotten one over on her daughter, and she left closing the door behind her. Harry was shell shocked, his mother was walking and talking. His father wanted a word with him. His mind moved at a sluggish pace trying to understand, try as he might though all he knew was what he saw.

Fumbling to get his clothes on, he had to assume they were his, Harry decided to find the man who claimed to be his dad. He passed a bedroom door the had the words 'Keep Out' on the front and another with 'Rose's Room.' There were two more doors before he would reach the stairs, one was plain and unadorned, the other, was plain also but it was open slightly to show some of the interior.

A large desk stood before a window, the desk was cluttered with more than a few letters and a large brown owl. Sitting at the desk was a beautiful young woman, she had long dark red hair that was ever so slightly curly. She was holding her head in her hands, seeming to be sobbing. He was drawn to her it seemed, he had opened the door fully before closing it behind him.

She looked up, her hazel colored eyes were wide and bloodshot, when they settled on him she seemed to shake herself. Rubbing at her eyes furiously, she turned away from him and put away the letter she had been reading.

"Are you okay?" His voice was hesitant, he didn't know this person after all. "Can I help with whatever it is?" The young woman turned back to him, she was giving him a wide smile, her eyes were moist with more unshed tears and her cheeks were red from embarrassment.

"No, Harry, you cant help." Her voice was so weak and dejected it took Harry by surprise, she had the look of strength that Lily had. "It's my scar, Harry, not even Dumbledore can help." Scar.

He had reached her now, he stood to the side of her desk and saw that she had a far away look, one that he only understood too well. And perched on her forehead like a small bird, was another thing Harry knew all too well. He ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to disguise checking for his own scar, it wasn't there.

"I can always help, even with that." He sounded hoarse, the girl looked up at him. The unshed tears were now running fast down her pale face. Her left hand reached up to his face, cupping his cheek in one hand she spoke to him.

"When did you become so kind?" She gave him a cheeky smile, and a laugh. "You had better be careful when you get back to Hogwarts, I'm sure Daphne wont enjoy it if you treat other girls like that." Harry's face must have looked comical because she got up with a laugh, giving Harry a quick hug and a kiss on the top of his head. She was much taller than him, she seemed older too.

Harry let out a noise, even he himself wasn't sure what it was. With another light chuckle the girl let him go.

"No matter what anyone say about you, I know your a good boy." With a wink she sat back down and began to gesture for him to leave. "Dad wants you, he seemed impatient."

So Harry found himself descending the stairs wondering who the girl was, not wanting to know the answer but needing to put something to the feeling he had of being lost. He knew who he would find downstairs, he knew it would be a man that so many people had told him he looked like to a fault. It would be his father, but his father had died with the love of his life when Harry was a one year old.

The layout of the house was normal, the stairs seemed to lead to a hallway with a few rooms nearby. Opening the door opposite the stairs Harry was met with a small hallway, there was a large door at the end. It had to be the front door, as there was a small cloak rack to the side and a table with a few sets of keys on. There were even more than a few muggle letters.

There were however two doors to the sides, taking his right seemed to work for Harry. He was greeted by a large room, it had a warm looking fire set in a large but plain fireplace. There were two sofas one was smaller made for two people and the other was larger by far, it could seat at least six Harrys. Upon the walls were pictures, some of landscapes, one of a castle which he knew to be Hogwarts. But what caught his eyes were the pictures that had children of varying ages.

Some had babies that looked a lot like loaves of bread, others had young children that began to look like himself and the two girls he had met. As he turned to look out the window he saw one last picture, this was the largest of them all. It was huge in a plain frame the didn't take away from it's beauty, As he gaze upon the faces of the people inside it he felt parts of a puzzle fit together in his head.

Two adults stood tall at the back, one was clearly a mother, the warmth and love in her face was evident to the pride she had for her children. The other was a man tall and proud, he had some gray in his hair, he also sported a winning smile that the mother upon seeing reach over and gave his cheek a kiss.

The man had his hand on the head of a young boy, he had the exact look of his father, apart from his eyes, he had his mothers eyes. The father rustled his sons hair, not that it needed it, the son just gave a small pout and an annoyed look to his feet.

Either side of the young boy was a pretty girl, one was older and taller looking calm, but she seemed to have an air of sorrow about her, an apartness from the rest. Not in a bad way, just in a way that made her seem different. The other girl was just standing there with her mothers hand in her own, she had a grin that seemed natural on her face. She had the same looks as her father, but it seemed by the looks she gave her mother she was thoroughly her mothers daughter.

Harry seemed at that point to realize what was going on. He was mad. This was some kind of mental breakdown and he was fantasizing about having a family, not that unusual he guessed. Harry had always dreamed of having a family ever since he slept in the cupboard under the stairs he had hoped and dreamed.

A hand enveloped his shoulder, it was a large hand with a firm grip that seemed to wrap around him in a protective way. Looking up he saw the man who was ruffling his hair in the painting. James Potter, without a doubt, looking as old as he ought to look with gray streaking his hair. Harry didn't know what to make of it. It was either the best dream of a family he had ever had or it was a blissful warping of reality.

"I still remember that day, you and Jasmine took ages to agree to get dressed up for it." The man who looked so much like James Potter let out a warm laugh, it sounded right on his lips. He looked down into Harry's eyes and smiled, Harry felt himself smile too. It could do no harm to enjoy this for now, he knew enough of being let down to have this hurt when he came to his senses.

"So Harry, anything you want to tell me about last year at school?" James asked, Harry knew that James knew something, only all Harry knew was probably not what James thought he knew. So Harry replied by raising an eyebrow, to which James frowned.

"I told you to keep me informed of that kind of situation." He sounded annoyed, not as though his son had defied him more as though he had been left out.

"What kind of situation?" Harry asked

James looked at him as though he had grown a second head, James looked around and pulled Harry away from the painting back towards the hallway. Stopping near the letters James made a face that spoke of anguish untold.

"Why do I have to learn that my oldest daughter is seeing, bloody Rodger bloody Davis, from my wife?" He looked a bit mad now that Harry thought about it. "We had a deal Harry, you inform me of all Jasmine and Rose's meetings with boys and you will get a healthy reward."

Harry was fighting the urge to laugh, in all his fantasies his father would be a fun man, a good man. Never had he been an overprotective fool, then again he had never though of having siblings, and judging by how pleasing to look at the girls were he assumed that James would have reason to.

He did note that it seemed James wanted to keep this secret from Lily and the girls in question. It seemed too good to be true, this was an alternate path of life he could sink into as easy as breathing.

"Just make sure that if Rose decides to start having boyfriends this year you let me know." James said sound as though his daughter dating was akin to doing drugs. "It might be too late for Jasmine she is sixteen now but little Rose is only thirteen, She is too young."

James, seeing Harry about to laugh spoke over him, "I know its a lot to ask, what with ... but we have to work together otherwise Lily will have those girls telling us how to do everything." Harry had not stopped laughing and James seemed to take umbrage. "Fine if you want three mothers to deal with its not my problem."

Harry decided it was time to speak up. "I will try but no promises." James' face seemed to brighten a small bit at Harry's words, but before anything could come out of James' mouth another voice spoke.

"Oh so that is what had you in such a bad mood, dear." Harry might not have grown up around a normal relationship but even he knew that tone meant James would be in trouble. Both males seemed to back away from what seemed to be a beautiful woman. Said beautiful woman was marching towards her husband as thought she meant to teach him some manners.

Reaching them she wrapped her arm around James' waist, to which James seemed to watch like it was a snake, Lily looked down to her only son and spoke in a warm voice that promised honey and innocence. "Harry sweetheart, you wouldn't want to try to get in the way of your sisters happiness would you?" Before Harry had time to think his head was shaking in negative, Lily grew a smile on her face that seemed victorious. "Harry I seem to remember another owl arriving for you, I need to talk with your father."

Harry didn't know why he nearly ran to be away from the woman he had dreamed of for as long as he knew, but it seemed the safest thing to do. It took Harry a minute or two to find the kitchen, he stumbled into what seemed to be an activity room with an assortment of entertainments. He also found a toilet and a large dining room, neither over the top, but both speaking of wealth if not richness.

Inside the kitchen was an envelope with his name delicately scrawled on it, it seemed a females hand but Harry knew it wasn't Hermione's. He was quite hungry, odd for a dream or whatever this was, but he looked in the fridge to see if he could find any food to eat, much to his disgust it was nearly empty. He had gone to bed hungry more than once before, it wasn't very pleasant but it would have to do.

Harry decided to got and find his bedroom, to sleep as it seemed this wonderful little escape from reality was nearing a close. Before long he found the last room to enter, the one with the rude 'Keep Out' message. Inside the room was dark but not untidy, the walls were white and bare, but heavy curtains of green blocked out the window. There was a desk much like the one in Jasmine's room sitting behind the window, it had a large comfortable looking armchair to sit in too.

In the furthest corner of the room sat a large bed, not as big as the ones at Hogwarts, but more than enough for him. The bed spread seemed plain in the dark light, as did the carpet. On the other wall stood a tall wardrobe, that Harry assumed was full of clothes that he would presumably have worn.

There was a mirror next to the wardrobe, inside the reflection it showed a boy slightly younger than Harry, who seemed to be a bit less skinny than Harry knew himself to be. This boy had no scar on his head, it seemed that the girl Jasmine had that honor, He however still had his glasses, even in a world where anything seemed possible if you could imagine it Harry still had bad eyesight.

Harry made his way to the bed, he shrugged out of his clothes leaving them in an untidy pile beside the bed, the room was too tidy by far. He crawled under the blankets and found the bed to be warm and soft, with a sigh he took his glasses of and found room for them next to his clothes. With a bone crunching stretch he reached out, he might as well get a good nights sleep before he was woken at five in the morning by Aunt Petunia.

Nobody needed to do anything that early had decided before he drifted into sleeps warm embrace.

Harry Awoke, eyes blurred from the usual aliment he had, he reached towards the small table beside his bed knowing it would be bright soon. He found no such table instead he found the floor, there were the clothes he wore last night and his glasses, putting both on Harry made his way, in a sleepy trance, to the kitchen.

As he opened the fridge to find a snack for breakfast he noticed the floor tiles were different, as were the contents of the fridge, no longer were there fruits and healthy items for Dudley's futile weight loss regime, there was bacon. This wasn't his kitchen.

This was the kitchen were Harry received a letter last night, after Lily Potter had told him it was waiting here for him. This was a dream, it had to be. Harry remembered waking up thought, he had never woken from a dream only to be dreaming still, with a pinch to his arm he felt a mild jolt of pain.

He tried to find his way back to the room he had fallen asleep and awoke in without making too much noise, as he climbed the stairs he heard a sound of shuffling feet. James seemed to be trying to walk into the bathroom, his eyes were unfocused, and he was only in his underwear.

Harry tried not to make a sound, he didn't want to rouse suspicion. James entered the bathroom, forgetting to close the door, as Harry walked past he had the image of James standing by the toilet scratching his bottom. Not a pleasant image.

Harry looked around the desk for any sort of information, he had letters and notes from schoolwork but nothing helpful. He opened the draws finding a few small toys in one draw, books in another and ink and supplies in the other. The top of the desk seemed to be on a hinge, Harry lifted it forgetting about the stuff on top, it would be a pain to clean that up but he found something odd.

A carved wooden box with a large handle to open the box, after giving it a small tug it opened. Inside was newspapers, what he was looking for. There were a lot of them from the dates it seemed that they were somewhat recent too, one dated from one month ago read, 'Dementors in Hogwarts School Scandal.' It seemed one month ago Jasmine Potter fought off a hundred Dementors who had tried to give her the kiss without orders.

A second claimed that Jasmine Potter had caught Peter Pettigrew and was in the process of taking him to the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, when the dementors had attacked her. Another claimed that one year ago the same Jasmine Potter had saved Hogwarts from Slytherin's monster, and doing so saved the youngest Weasley girl.

Harry didn't need to read the last one to know she had saved the Philosophers Stone. Harry knew something was very wrong, if the time was right then it was a year before he knew that it should be. Voldemort had not yet regained his body.

Harry had to stop that at all costs, he needed to speak to Jasmine. How could he bring the subject up though, he knew he would be suspicious of anyone asking questions, but she was meant to be his sister? Something had happened very different to what he knew, Harry had no older sister in his time.

He needed to find out what happened that Halloween night fourteen years ago. Closing over the desk he picked up the other letters and notes he had tossed aside, there were more than he would have expected, the letters he assumed were from friends were still sent to Harry.

The problem was most of the people who sent him letters Harry didn't know, Daphne Greengrass, she seemed to send the most, she was in his school year, but he had never spoken to her, what with her being a Slytherin and he a Gryffindor. The others were much alike Tracey Davis was another Slytherin, Susan Bones and Ernie Macmillan were Hufflepuffs. Harry it seemed had no contact with Hermione Granger or Ronald Weasley.

Which was odd, unless he wasn't a Gryffindor?

Unless he was a Slytherin.

Dashing to the wardrobe that was larger than needed, he looked for school robes, he found no robes that had red or gold on. Only those in the colors of Slytherin, Harry found himself sitting on his bed staring at his feet.

He was the brother of the female boy who lived and he had a family. The only bad thing was he was a Slytherin. "You could be great, you know. Its all here in your head, Slytherin will help you on your way to greatness." The words of that damned hat rang in his ears.

Harry sat at his desk reading the letter that were piled before him, it seemed that Daphne was his best friend, ever since he had protected her from Malfoy she seemed to warm to him, so her best friend Tracey tagged along and thus the three became close friends. It also seemed Daphne was one of the few Slytherin's to seek friendship outside of the house.

Daphne was a gossip by nature and she loved to know everything so it seemed only natural she had her own little group of gossips who seemed to know anything that was happening before it even happened. Tracey seemed to find Daphne's hobby amusing and tried to find ways to slip past her and her friends notice, she never succeeded, very few people did.

It was to her ire that Harry's sister Jasmine seemed to vanish and reappear at a whim, she also seemed to know when she was being followed, only to vanish down a secret corridor that nobody knew existed. As Harry could understand only Dumbledore was better at escaping from Daphne's ears, but that was to be expected. The old man was better with a wand than anyone living, and better without than most with a wand.

After hearing enough movement outside the door he knew he was safe to check on Jasmine. With a knock on her door he received a curt, "Enter" and so he did.

She was brushing her hair infant of her stand mirror. She seemed surprised to see that it was him, he closed the distance quickly enough, and spoke. "Yesterday you mentioned your scar, did it hurt?" he heard the words come out in a rush and felt foolish.

She stopped what she was doing to say simply. "Yes, nothing to worry about, it has happened before."

Harry plucked the hairbrush out of her hands, at her stare he just moved behind her and began to brush her hair for her, he caught her eye in the mirror and gave her a soft smile. Her eyes were wide with shock, but they slowly became softer, and a smile graced her own lips.

"Was it him?" Short and sweet was the way, make it seem as though he didn't care, just like he was talking to her.

"Yes." Was her guarded reply

Clearly Harry and Jasmine didn't have a close relationship, Harry would have to fix that. "And Peter?"

Jasmine just nodded, which caused the brush to get caught on a tug, she let out a curse but left Harry to deal with the tug. Harry felt a smile on his lips despite the bad news. It was calming brushing her hair, it seemed like something he should have done before, maybe he would have if he had not grown up alone.

When he was done, he had to make up a reason for being here, plucking a thought out from random he spoke. "What should I do about Daphne?" She had sent him many letters, it was only natural to think it, wasn't it?

The sudden grin on Jasmine's face told him it was not natural. "You kiss her of course. First you make sure she knows how beautiful you think she is, give her flowers too..."

As Harry left the room Jasmine frowned to herself, that boy was not the same as she knew him to be, he acted like he cared about her, which was new. She knew he loved her and was proud of her, that silly box where he collected all of her news clippings said as much, but he never let it show.

He had never brushed her hair before, it was quite nice really, like having a butler. The important thing though was how had he known what was in that dream of hers, she had to let Dumbledore know, even if he was her brother, if he was being visited by Voldemort's people then she would need Dumbledore to look after him.

Harry was too important to the family to be lost.

Harry was also starting to realize that his little blonde friend was not only a girl but a very sweet girl, and soon they would date and visit Madam Puddifoot's tea shop together. They would make such a sweet couple, she had the brains to look after Harry too. Maybe her little brother was finally growing up.