By: Erica Evans
Disclaimer: Basically if you don't recognize it, I own it. And if you do recognize it, then it belongs to J.K. Rowling.
A/N: Yeah, the sequel I've been waiting to post!! I loved "Secrets," but Im quite excited for this one! For those of you who are new, this is the sequel to "Secrets that Were Kept." You might want to read that one first, just so everything makes sense in this one.
Chapter One: Morning Post
Fourteen year old Reagan Potter jumped when two owls landed on the kitchen table. Her father didn't look up from the paper he was reading but pointed at the owls. She sighed and gave them each owl treats and they were on their way.
Two of the letters were from Hogwarts, for her and her brother, Darenn.
"Darenn!" Reagan cried. "Hogwarts letters!"
"Reagan!" her mother hissed at her. "You don't need to yell for him, go and get him."
Reagan smirked at her mother and looked back at her letter. She smiled at the purple ink, noting how her Uncle Remus never used the same color twice. Last year he had used gold and the year before that a deep blue.
Reagan read through her letter but there was nothing out of the ordinary. She looked at the table and picked up the letter the other owl had been carrying. Reagan smiled as she recognized her best friend's neat and controlled handwriting.
Reagan,
So, Father said that he would "allow" me to stay with you for the last week. Yeah! I think he wanted to get rid of me though, you know how he is. He says to tell you dad that he "expects the utmost care and safety and to be treated with the respect that I deserve." Whatever that means. Anyway, he said that he could meet in Diagon Alley on Thursday. Yeah!! I am so excited. He's never let me come before! I am so ready to get out of here. Mathias has been strutting around like he's a god or something, like it bothers me that he's a Slytherin Prefect. Urgh! Write me back as soon as possible!!
Love ya!
Josie
Reagan smiled as she finished her letter.
"So Josian's father said yes?" her father asked. Reagan nodded and looked at him. He was still intently reading the paper, his morning hair causing his normally untidy hair to stick up at even odder angles. Reagan thanked Merlin for the millionth time that she had only gotten her father's hair color, not it's unruliness.
"Thursday will actually work well," he continued. "We can get your supplies and books then."
"I need new robes too," Reagan said. "And here's my permission slip for Hogsmead." She pushed the parchment over to her father. He glanced up and she handed him a quill.
"Good morning!" Darenn announced walking into the kitchen. "Oh, the Hogwarts letters arrived." He picked his up and Reagan noticed it was bulkier than last year's. After he opened it she realized why. From the expression on his face, she could tell that her older brother had been made Gryffindor Prefect.
"Brandon Allen got his Prefect's badge taken away last year," Darenn explained, as he read through his letter. "So I got chosen to be the new Gryffindor Prefect."
"Congratulations Darenn," Reagan said as her father pushed the permission slip back to her.
Darenn smiled at her. "Thanks Reagan."
"That's wonderful!" her mother cried and hugged her son. Her father glanced at her mum and snickered.
"And what, Harry, is so funny?" her mum asked.
"Nothing," he replied.
"I'm not buying it, Potter," she responded.
"Ginny, love, do you know who you sounded like just now?" her father asked.
"Oh, do tell," her mum replied. Her dad shook his head and looked back at his paper grinning madly.
"You looked like Grandmum," Reagan answered for her father.
"Harry Potter!" her mum cried and playfully smacked his arm.
"Ow!" he cried, faking his pain. "I didn't say it!"
"But you thought it and Reagan saying it is just like you saying it!" her mum retorted. "I do not sound like my Mum."
"Mum, Josie's father said she could visit," Reagan changed the subject.
"Its about time, too," Ginny replied. "Its too bad he never let her come before."
"Well you know how he is," Harry commented.
"When will she be arriving?" Ginny asked.
"Thursday," Harry and Reagan replied at the same time. Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Sorry," Reagan and Harry said in unison again. Reagan huffed and threw her hands in the air.
"Really, it..." the said in unison and stopped. "You go...no you go..."
"Honestly!" Ginny cried, causing her husband and daughter to look at her. "Harry, you talk first."
"I was going to say, Reagan, that its nothing to be sorry about."
"I know, Dad, but it gets to me sometimes," Reagan replied.
"I know," he answered.
"Okay, Reagan, how is Josian getting here?" her mother asked.
"Oh, we're meeting her and her father in Diagon Alley on Thursday," she replied. "Dad said I could get my books and robes and supplies then too."
"That does work nicely," Ginny said. "Darenn, you should go along as well, you need a few things too, don't you?"
"Yeah, I do," Darenn replied. "Did you say Josie was coming?"
"Yes, on Thursday," Reagan answered, as she stood up. Had he not heard the conversation?
She went upstairs to respond to Josie's letter. Reagan was thrilled that she was coming. She had invited her every summer since their first year to come and visit during the summer. Her brothers always had friends over. Reagan enjoyed her brother's friends but had always wanted a friend of her own to come over.
Reagan had two very best friends in the world. Calhoun Morris was never allowed to visit because, even though he was pureblooded, he lived with his Muggle great aunt who was a cranky old lady. Cal's parents were killed when he was four and he was sent to live with his grandmum's muggle sister, his Aunt Marry. When Cal found out he was a wizard, she wouldn't even take him to Diagon Alley for his supplies. Reagan's Uncle Remus had to come and take him. Her Uncle was the Deputy Headmaster at Hogwarts, as well as Transfiguration Professor and Head of Gryffindor House. Cal and Reagan had met when she knocked him over on the Hogwarts Express on their was to school their First year.
The other friend was Josian. Reagan had met Josie after the sorting ceremony. The other girls in their year had been a bit standoffish towards Josie, but Reagan knew not to judge a person by their family name. She didn't like being judged because she was a Potter, why should she do it to someone else? Normally, it wouldn't have been such an odd thing, many siblings got sorted into different houses. Josie's older brothers, Sabin and Mathias were both in Slytherin, as had her entire blood line. Reagan shuddered to think how Josian's father had reacted when he found out that his daughter was the first Gryffindor in their blood line. Reagan smiled, remembering her own Sorting ceremony as she stroked her cat absent mindedly. The entire school was in shock; it wasn't every day you hear the sorting hat yell "Gryffindor!" when it sat upon a Malfoy's head....
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"Malfoy, Josian!" Professor Lupin announced. A blond girl stepped forward and took her seat on the stool. Reagan thought she saw fear in the girls eyes as the Sorting hat fell over her brow.
Silence.
The sorting hat didn't saw a word. It sat upon her head for a good four minutes.
"Did he say Malfoy?" someone asked behind her.
"Shh!"
"Yeah, she's a Malfoy," another person replied.
"What's taking so long? How hard could it be?" the girl whispered.
"I don't know," another replied.
"Ssshhh!!"
Reagan suppressed a giggle and was sure she heard the girl say, "Honestly!"
"Gryffindor!" the sorting hat cried. The entire Great Hall gasped. Professor Lupin took the hat off of the young girlÕs head. Josian looked terrified. She glanced at the Slytherin table on her way to the Gryffindor table and Reagan saw her eyes tear up.
"What?!" the girl behind Reagan hissed.
"But she's a Malfoy!" the other whispered.
"Brielyn Meadow!" A blond girl with pigtails stepped forward.
"I feel sorry for the Gyrffindors!" the first girl whispered. Reagan was beginning to get annoyed.
"Speaking of Gryffindor, did you hear? Reagan Potter is here!"
"She is! Where?" Reagan could feel the girl move behind her.
"Calhoun Morris!"
"Honestly!" Reagan hissed, turning towards them. The two girls' eyes enlarged at the sight of Reagan. She glared at them before turning back around.
"Gryffindor!" the sorting hat yelled. Reagan smiled as Cal went bounding past and she flashed her a bright smile. Reagan could tell he was proud of himself.
"Grace Nysell!"
One of the blond girls stepped forward from behind Reagan and took her turn with the Sorting hat.
"Hufflepuff!" Grace jumped down and went over to the Hufflepuff table.
Moland Obson became a Slytherin, Parker Osborne went to Ravenclaw, Stacie Perrot went to Slytherin and after Lewis Plimmswood became a Hufflepuff, it was Reagan's turn.
"Reagan Potter!" Professor Lupin said. A faint murmur could be heard throughout the Great Hall as Reagan stepped forward to the stool. She saw her brother, James, give her two thumbs up before the Sorting hat was yanked over her eyes.
"Humm," she heard it say. "Another Potter. You have a lot of your father in you, surprisingly a lot. Hum, but also a bit of your mother in you too. Well, that is certain isn't it."
"What is certain?" Reagan thought.
"Well, if both your parents were in Gryffindor, then shouldn't you go too?"
"Erm, I guess so," Reagan stammered.
"You guess so? Well aren't you positive?" the sorting hat questioned.
"I am sure. I want to be a Gryffindor," Reagan thought sternly. "Its what I want because its who I am."
"Well then, made up your mind have we?All right then, GRYFFINDOR!!"
Reagan beamed as she stepped down the stairs. She took a seat between Cal and James.
"Way to go!" James whispered at her and gave her a hug.
"Jaaames!" Reagan wined. He let go and ruffled her hair. Tarent Silverster became a Hufflepuff and Damien Stone went to Slytherin. When the list go to the "W's" Caitlin and Ethan both became Gryffindor. Reagan smiled at her cousins as Professor Lupin put the parchment away. Headmistress McGonagall made a few announcements and then their plates filled with food.
"Hi," Reagan said to Josian. The blond girl looked terribly frightened and glanced up at Reagan.
"Hi," she said softly.
"I'm Reagan," she said. "Reagan Potter."
Josian looked at her apprehensively.
"Potter?" she asked, and Reagan thought she noticed the infamous Malfoy sneer.
"Yup, Potter," Reagan replied. "This is my brother James, and my brother Darenn is down there, see?" Reagan pointed towards her brother a down the table.
"I'm Josian," she said. "My brothers are, urm..."
"In Slytherin?" Reagan offered and Josian nodded.
"I'm Josian Malfoy," Josian answered. Reagan leaned forward towards Josian.
"Hey, I won't tell anyone if you don't!" Reagan whispered.
Josian laughed. "Call me Josie."
"Call me Reagan."
"And call me Cal!" Cal interjected. Reagan and Josie both laughed and continued to enjoy their fist dinner at Hogwarts.
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Reagan and Josie had become instant friends forming a tight nit trio with Cal. Reagan smiled at the thought of going back to school and being with her friends. Her oldest brother, James, had already left Hogwarts and was an Auror, like her father. Her brother, Darenn was going to be a sixth year and Reagan would be entering her fourth year at Hogwarts.
Reagan wasn't surprised that Darenn had gotten Gryffindor Prefect. Brandon Allen had not been exactly the ideal Prefect. Reagan remembered that he had horribly abused his power. Basically any Slytherin that crossed his path got points taken away. The last straw was when Gryffindor had beaten Slytherin 250-30 during the Quidditch Quidditch cup last year. He had been so excited he had snuck into the Slytherin bathroom and charmed all the shampoo. The next day every Slytherin's hair was red and gold with sparkles added for the effect.
Reagan was actually surprised that Darenn hadn't gotten Prefect in the first place. Last year he had just shrugged it off, saying that he would have enough on his plate being Quidditch Captain, though Reagan could see he was secretly disappointed. James had been Prefect and Captain, and was Head Boy in his seventh year. Darenn got pretty good grades and was really responsible, or at least he didn't get caught when he pulled pranks. Reagan smiled at the memory of walking into Transfiguration and seeing the entire room upside down. The desks clung to the ceiling and Reagan laughed to herself, knowing immediately that it was Darenn's handiwork. He reminded her of her Uncle George. She had heard so many stories about him and his twin brother while they were at Hogwarts, and Darenn made them proud.
Darenn was also a Beater of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and was Captain. There was a seventh year above him, but he had joined the team in his fourth year. James, Darenn and Reagan, having all followed the Potter tradition thier father started, joined the team in their first years. Reagan was a Chaser on the team. Josian joined the team last year, taking the place of Seeker to take James' place after the left Hogwarts. This year was going to be an interesting Quidditch season, mainly because both Mathias and Josian Malfoy would be playing Seeker for their House teams. Mathias was joining this year, after playing reserve for two years.
Reagan jumped at the sound of a knock on her door. Her cat, Eclipse, bounced off her lap and Reagan looked down at the blank parchment, wondering how long she had been thinking.
"Half hour, Reagan," her father answered her question from the other side of the door.
"Dad, you have to stop doing that," she sighed and opened the door.
"Well you, my darling daughter, need to shut your mind. Lately, its been wide open and your thoughts just keep popping into my head." Harry moved his hands around his head and then hers and she laughed.
"Sorry, I've been preoccupied lately," she replied.
"Could it be about a certain Malfoy's response to your letter?"
"Yes, and don't pretend you picked up on that without telepathic assistance," she said.
Harry stopped waving his hands around. "True, but your mother did mention it to me. She asked if I would have a word with old Draco if he said no this time."
"Well, he didn't," Reagan sighed. "I am glad that she's coming."
"But...?" Harry asked and sat down beside her on the bed.
"But I just worry about her. Her Mum is the only one that hasn't been completely rotten to her for getting sorted into Gryffindor. And that's because she went to Beauxbatons and didn't really know any better. Do you know how many times she told me she wished she was adopted? I would totally believe that she was if she didn't have the blond hair and gray eyes and a Quidditch talent. She flies just like her brother." Reagan said this last sentence with a hint of disgust.
"Well, I'm sure that Draco has some love in his heart for his daughter," Harry offered.
Reagan sighed again. "You know, Dad, I've never told her about our Connection."
"Really?" Harry asked. "How come?"
"Well, with the logistics of it she should have one too. She has two older brothers, just like me. But I didn't tell her because it would be something else she didn't share with her father like she was supposed to."
"Why do you supposed she doesn't have one?" Harry asked. He knew the answer, he was curious if she had figured it out.
"Because she and her father are total opposites. There is no way on earth that they share a bit of the same soul."
"Well, maybe Draco feels the same way. It is something else he doesn't share with his daughter like he ought to."
"What do you mean?" Reagan asked. "Does Draco know?"
"Yes he does," Harry replied. "It sort of... came out... when we were, erm, in America."
"And you never told me?" Reagan asked. "Where was I?"
Harry glanced at her and then back at his hands. "You were, um..."
"Oh, it was when I was tied up and suspended in mid air by a mad man," Reagan supplied for him. "I got put in a book for that you know."
"Yeah," Harry replied. "Sorry 'bout that."
"You should be!" Reagan exclaimed. "I was eleven! I was terrified!Thank goodness Mum was there to keep me calm."
"Ouch!" Harry cried in false insult. "Write to your friend and tell her how excited you are for her to come. Oh, and ask what kind of ice cream she wants. That was the reason I came up here, your mother wanted to know."
"All right, I will," Reagan complied and turned back to her letter. "Thanks Dad."
"Its what Im here fore, kiddo," he replied and smiled at her. He shut the door leaving her to write her letter.
Reagan did feel a little nervous about keeping something from her best friend. Reagan and Harry had a special bond, a Connection. It was officially called The Connection of Three, and it came into effect when a couple had two boys and one girl, in that order. It was a magical bond shared between father and daughter that was basically caused because they each shared a bit of the same soul. It made them able to see each others thoughts. Not read them, but if one was thinking something the other would have the same thought pop into their head. It became annoying at times but Reagan and Harry had learned to control it. Their connection also made them magically stronger. Magical power was intensified, but it was magical support in a way. Reagan's magical powers were strong because she had her fatherÕs magical powers supporting hers. It was difficult to explain and Reagan didn't know where to being when she explained it to Josie.
Shaking her head, she began to write to her friend, but didn't mention the Connection. Not just yet.
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"How's Reagan?" Ginny asked, as her husband came into the room.
"All right, just a little worried about Josian."
Ginny nodded in agreement. "You don't think Draco is mistreating her, do you?"
"No, I don't," Harry said with confidence. "Well not intentionally. I think she may just feel alienated at home because of her House affiliation."
Ginny sighed. "Once a Gryffindor hater, always a Gryffindor hater. You'd think he'd grown up, its his own daughter after all."
"True," Harry agreed. "It will be good for her to be here."
"Why? Cause you are such an awesome father?" Ginny teased.
"Oh but of course! Didn't you hear? I was named 'Father of the Year by Witch Weekly.'" Ginny rolled her eyes. That much was true, and he had never let her forget it.
"All right, Potter," she said. "You win."
"Yes!" Harry hissed giving his wife a massive grin.
"Don't tell anyone!" she commanded. "I don't want this getting around."
"Don't worry, dear, it wont," Harry replied.
"Why don't you go and owl your superior and invite her to dinner."
"Oh, but love, I have no superior. No one is higher than me other than the Minister of Magic herself and..." Harry stopped and realization hit. "Oh! Right, Hermione... Minister of Magic... dinner, okay." He got up and left the kitchen and Ginny shook her head wondering again why he was the Commander in Chief of the Aurors.
A/N: And we're off! Yeah for me I started a sequel!! I have actually a lot of this done, but I changed my approach so some of it will have to be redone. And wow, that was a long chapter! A wonderful way to start off!! Please review!!! Thank you all so so much and please REVIEW!!