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List of pairings (technically spoilers for later chapters, but eh)

Evelyn Potter X Jasper Hale

Harry Potter X Alice Cullen

Draco Malfoy X Edward Cullen

Neville Longbottom X Bella Swan

Luna Lovegood X Embry Call

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So, I've toyed with the idea of giving Harry a sister without needing to rewrite the entire series, and this is my solution! Also, I love reviews and wholeheartedly support giving honest opinions. If you absolutely hate it, feel free to flame. All I ask is for your flame to be well thought out and worded well. None of this "It was shit" nonsense. Please, explain to me exactly what was shitty, and I will put effort into improving.

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"I have a sister?" Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, The Chosen One, The Savior of the Light, was lost for words. He was sat in an overstuffed chair in the Headmistress's office, his eyes downcast and searching, questioning. "I have a sister." It was a statement that time, said in pure wonderment.

"Yes, Harry." Minerva McGonagall sat stiffly in her chair behind the desk, staring down at the nearly broken young man. It was barely a month after the fall of Voldemort, and things were finally starting to settle down. The wizarding world was in mourning, but it had hope. Nearly all known Death Eaters had been found and imprisoned, and the rest were being pursued by the Auror Force. All of the dead were laid down to rest, their families trying to adjust to the loss. And the castle had been fully restored to its former glory. The next point of order was bringing back Evelyn Potter.

"Where is she?"

Evelyn Potter, a patient at Saint Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, was completely unresponsive. She was sitting on the edge of her bed with Harry standing directly in front of her. Her empty blue eyes stared blankly forward in the general direction of his stomach. She was small and childlike, curled in on herself like a scared little girl. McGonagall had told Harry that Evelyn was two years older than him, having been born only two weeks after their parents graduated. She had been a happy mistake that forced them to marry so young, but they never had the chance to regret that turn of events.

When Voldemort attacked that Halloween, James had yelled for Lily to run as he held off the Dark Lord for as long as he could. Lily didn't have long before Voldemort was blasting open the nursery door and killing her in front of her children, one year old Harry and three year old Evelyn. Evelyn was special. Her accidental magic was greater than any child in history. She had control of it, something unheard of in a child so young. As Voldemort stalked toward the two of them, her magic lashed out to protect her baby brother. But she was barely a toddler, and Voldemort, though startled, was far greater in power. He was there to kill Harry, but his anger at Evelyn was enough for him to pause and take delight in her torture. Using the Cruciatus Curse, he quickly drove her young mind to insanity. More than sixteen years later, there was no improvement. Though Evelyn still lived, she was dead to the world.

After McGonagall told him about his sister and where to find her, he apparated straight to Saint Mungo's to find her and bring her home. It was heartbreaking to see her in such a state, but he couldn't help but feel elated to be seeing her at all. With a gentle hand on her lower back, he led her from her room in the Janus Thickey Ward to the elevators and out the front entrance to a Ministry issued car waiting for them. They were seated in the back with Arthur Weasley driving and Neville Longbottom in the passenger seat. Neville had volunteered to come with, having been practiced in the art of dealing with crazy people, as Ron had so eloquently put it. It was no wonder why he had not been asked to join them. Sometime during the war, Saint Mungo's had been attacked, Neville's parents being two of the patients who had perished. It hurt him deeply, but he was healing.

The car ride was silent as they drove to 12 Grimmauld Place, the house currently filled to the brim with the remaining Weasleys, Order members, and friends who lived through the Final Battle. When the silent four entered the house, all activity died as they laid eyes on the haunted girl. Regardless of the fact she was really nineteen, she looked no older than twelve, her blue eyes gazing at nothing from behind wispy red hair that fell to her waist. Her shoulders were tense and pulled inward, collapsing her chest. Everyone in the house was warned about her condition but not prepared when they finally saw her.

Evelyn Lily Potter looked empty. Luna Lovegood, however, knew otherwise. When people dared try and look Evelyn in the eyes, they would either cry or be forced to look away. The trauma she had gone through left her eyes hollow, and it pained people to look into them. But when Luna looked, she gazed for hours, seeing past the unfocussed cloudy blue. When others looked, Evelyn never looked back like they were not there. When Luna looked, Evelyn looked back with an unseen passion, a silent agonized scream for someone, anyone, to hear her. Well, at least that's what Luna saw.

Luna and Evelyn were seated across from each other at the kitchen table, gazing into equal expanses of blue. Neville was seated on Evelyn's right, trying to get her to eat the bowl of stew on the table in front of them. It was a slow process with much frustration, which was why he was doing it and not Harry. While the three of them were lazing about in the kitchen, Harry was actively researching in the Hogwarts library with Hermione and a reluctant Ron, looking heatedly for any possible cure for his sister. Deep down he knew it was hopeless and eventually let his friends convince him to call it a day. Using the nearest fireplace, they flooed back to Number 12 to find Neville frantically dodging pots, pans, and silverware being thrown at him magically by an enraged Evelyn. She was standing doubled over in front of the open cupboards with her hands buried deep into her hair and pulling harshly. Her mouth was open in a constant scream as the cookery flew from the shelves on its own. Luna was stood off to the side, her hands held out to Evelyn in a calming gesture. She was calling her name softly and making light 'shushing' sounds. To the astonishment of the others in the kitchen, it was working. Evelyn was calming down, and the pots suddenly fell from the air. She was breathing heavily and sank to the floor, still holding her head in her hands and began rocking softly back and forth. Luna sat at her side and rubbed her back in soothing circles.

"What in Merlin's name just happened?" Ron asked incredulously. He and Hermione stayed at the fireplace, clutching the few books they had brought back with them. Harry was slowly walking to Evelyn and Luna, trying to coax the frightened girl into a chair. She walked still doubled over and plopped into the chair, clutching tightly to the hands of Harry and Luna who both sat on either side of her. She was frantically looking around in all directions, as if expecting something to emerge from the shadows and attack. No matter how much it frightened them all, they were happy to see her doing something other than sitting in a catatonic stupor.

Once she had calmed down completely, Luna leaned in and looked into her eyes, leaning away to then speak to everyone around her. "She doesn't like peas in her stew."

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