Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. I do not make ridiculously large amounts of money for writing this. Also, she is such a better writer than me so…yeah.
Author's Note: This is my first ever story, and I'm a bit scatter-brained, so please no flames, just helpful criticisms:)
I couldn't remember a time without Harry. I just couldn't. Then again, my memory basically started right after my fifth birthday, for reasons neither me nor Harry could figure out…until now…and everything seemed to fall into place as everyone in the Shrieking Shack saw the resemblance between me and Sirius.
Harry stepped in front of me protectively and gently pushed me behind him, "Why do you look like her?" he demanded of Sirius. He turned to me next and whispered "And when did you get here? You were supposed to stay in the castle, Jeri!"
Sirius laughed, "is it really that hard to figure out?...Well, when a mommy and daddy love each other-"
Lupin rounded on him, "WHAT!" he roared, "Since when do you have a kid!" he paused for a second, "And why didn't I ever know? I better be Godfather!"
I froze at this. Was I really his daughter? The child of a murderer? Oh, wait he was innocent, but still. After eight years of wishing for a real family, was I really condemned to this? Living on the run? Well, I amended internally, I may not have had a real family, but me and Harry had literally been siblings ever since he had taken an oath that I was more his family than the Dursleys. That had been his first bout of accidental magic, because they had glowed bright gold and a document from some place called Gringotts had informed us that Harry had semi-legally adopted me. But that was six years ago, and though the Dursleys had hit both of them for it, now I was glad it had happened.
"WAIT!" I commanded. Everyone froze. I would have laughed if not for the situation. Ron and Hermione were holding their pets respectively, trying to keep them from fighting, and Lupin was stabbing Sirius's chest with his finger, or so it seemed.
I continued, "I thought my parents were Marge and some guy who drowned"
Harry started to nod, but suddenly his eyes widened, "but if the Dursleys lied to me about my parents, why wouldn't they lie about yours?"
"What did they say about your parents, Harry," Lupin questioned curiously.
"Well," Harry said uncaringly, "that they were drunks who died in a car crash," he stopped, waiting for the explosion that always came with that news.
"CAR CRASH?" Lupin, Sirius, Ron and Hermione yelled.
He was briefly reminded of Hagrid before a question popped into his head, "Wait, didn't I already tell you this?" he asked Ron and Hermione.
"No" she returned shrilly, "and why are you so calm about this?" she turned to me, "and why aren't you surprised?"
I sighed, "cause I live with them too and I'm used to it"
"Not for long," Sirius muttered darkly.
I beamed at him for a moment before faltering, "what about Harry…" I trailed off wondering if he could go too.
"What about Harry," he echoed, "of course he's coming! He's my godson! Merlin, did you think I'd leave 'em with those walruses?"
I laughed, "How do you know they look like walruses? And-"
"Exactly!" she agreed angrily, "Can we have the whole story? Because I for one have no clue what's going on! And what really happened to Jeri's parents?"
"It's a long story, so you better sit down," he said "Oh, and before I forget, here's the Wolfsbane potion. I wasn't sure if you'd had any…"
Remus paled, "-"
"WE GET IT," Sirius interrupted.
"we get it," Remus mimicked.
Sirius looked affronted, "My voice is not that high!"
"Yup, it is"
"Is not"
"is too"
"Is not"
"is too"
"Is not"
"is too"
"Shut it!" I interrupted
Everyone else snickered and rolled their eyes.
"You bicker like an old married couple" Harry smirked.
I snorted and mumbled, "act like it too…prats"
They both looked shocked for a second, but then fell on the floor laughing like hyenas, pounding on the ground and holding their stomaches.
"Yup, you definitely have his sense of humor," said Lupin, wiping his eyes.
"Can we get on with it," Hermione said, getting annoyed.
After relaying the details of how Marge was his squib sister, and how she began to hate magic after being blasted off the tree for not having any and was out of the family, he told them that Vernon's family adopted her from an orphanage and he grew up with her. Then, after he had Jeri, he had written in his will that if him, his wife (Marlene), James, or Lily were unavailable, she should go to Marge. Apparently, he decided, Marge didn't want her, and gave her to Vernon and his wife after she decided to leave the country with her dogs.
"The End" finished Sirius.
"That doesn't explain the memory charm, though!" Lupin said.
"Oh" I said thoughtfully, "that's what it is? Well how do we reverse it?"
"I have a book on Mind Reading," Hermione injected
We all stared at her.
"One: Why so you have a book here? Two: How will mind-reading help? Three: Umm, I don't have a third one yet, so come back to me later…" I listed.
They stared at me.
"What? Is there something on my face?" I asked panicked.
They raised their eyebrows at me.
"Just go with it, you get used to it," Harry suggested.
"Harry James Potter! What's that supposed to mean?" I demanded
"Now who bickers like an old married couple," Remus muttered
We blushed and stuck our tongues out.
"If you think were one, wait until you see Hermione and Ron," I sneakily said, succeeding in getting the spotlight off me.
The two in question blushed and glared at me. I smirked.
"Back to the problem at hand," Harry interrupted to try to prevent a fight, "how will a book on mind-reading help?"
"Well, occlumency is a branch of the mind arts that allows the user to block intrusions from others. It is extremely hard to use and accomplish and takes a great deal of magical power. Unknown to many, though, is that the so called 'opposite' half, legillimency, is harder to accomplish and use. It is the branch of mind arts that-"
"Hermione! PLEASE get to the point!" Ron tactlessly demanded
The girl in question rolled her eyes and said, "Fine."
She sighed.
"Legillimency can be used to go into the subconscious and retrieve memories and thought hidden by memory charms and the like."
"English, please," Ron said, yet again tactlessly.
"Honestly, Ron, it will bring my memories back, not that I'll have many from before then, since I was so young," I rolled my eyes at him.
He shrugged.
"So, who do we know that knows this lil-juh-mince-thingy?"
Hermione sighed, but returned, "Professor Snape."
"What!"
"He's not going into your head!"
"No Way"
"Snivilus is not going near you!
"Over my dead body!"
"SHUT IT!" I yelled annoyed, "It's my choice whether you like it or not-"
"Not"
"Not"
"Not"
"Not"
"-and I want my memories back!" I continued, ignoring them and their idiotic antics.
"He's evil! He's not doing it! We'll get someone else!" Harry said frustrated.
After thirty seconds or so I tuned out of his rant, trying to remember the spell to awaken stunned people. Was it like Rendervase? Rendervate? Enervase? WAIT! Evervate! That's it, now I just have to sneakily wake him up and bind him.
I tuned back him
"And that greasy, overgrown bat won't-"
"overprotective git" I muttered to Hermione and she laughed.
"This is not a laughing matter!" He said, his eyes flashing angrily.
"Whatever," I rolled my eyes, starting to get annoyed.
"But-" He started.
"No!" I ended, "One more word and you'll need more than an enervate to wake you up when I'm done."
He stopped, but I could tell he was still mad.
Therefore, I cast, "Petrificus Totalus!" and then "Enervate" as quick as possible before anyone could act.
Snape awoke with the jerk that came with that spell, and looked angrily around.
"BLACK! I will drag you to the dementors myself if you don't untie me and give me my wand this instant. IN FACT-"
"Shut it Snape!"
"Professor Snape!"
"Git"
"Shut your trap, no one cares!"
"Snivilous!"
"LET US EXPLAIN!"
"Do I look like I have a choice in the matter?" Snape drawled.
I snickered, "Nope! And we intend to keep it that way!"
"like father, like daughter" Snape muttered
"That's a compliment of the highest regard!" I beamed, purposefully taking it the opposite way he meant it.
Sirius nodded importantly in agreement.
Lupin rolled his eyes at us.
After providing pensieve evidence of the past thirteen or so years, Snape was frozen.
I poked him and waved my hand in front of his eyes to try to snap him out of whatever trance he was in. It didn't work so I did the next best thing.
"Aguamenti!"
He cringed back, as if slapped, and we giggled.
"This burns my very being to say but, I'm sorry for misjudging you." He shuddered.
"Did it hurt?" Remus asked curiously.
"Intensely. It was against every fiber in my being." Snape drawled.
Our eyes widened. Had Severus Snape just cracked a joke? Severus Snape? Was the world coming to an end?
"I can crack jokes!" he said indignantly.
"Of course you can," I said as patronizingly as possible.
Everyone rolled their eyes.
"Well," he said " should we get cracking on this memory charm issue?"
