The Carriage.
As the boy named Harry Potter sat and looked out the window in his bedroom in #4 Privet drive, a small, horse-drawn carriage pulled in front of his house.
"Harry! Come down here this minute!" he heard his aunt yell from the front room.
As Harry walked slowly down the stairs he caught sight of something, something that he detested most of all. That something happened to be long, greasy and black. That something happened to be hair, that hair happened to belong to a certain Potions Professor; Severus Snape.
"Good evening, Mister Potter," the man greeted him as if he were an adult. Harry hated it most because he knew the man thought him childish.
"What are you doing here?" Harry questioned with a lot of disgust.
"Do Not speak to our special guest like that boy!" Harry winced as his uncle yelled at him. Dudley had a smug look and was sniggering at him, but soon shut his mouth, considering the death glare Harry had on his face.
"Um…am I not the reason why we are gathered here?" a small voice on the other side of Snape said.
Snape suddenly snapped out of his day dream and said, "Why yes, yes of course you are. Do you think we could move into the den?"
"Of course, follow me sir," Harry's aunt Petunia said, and quickly led the way to the den, which Harry could have thought was a little comfortable, except for the fact that everything was extremely clean.
Once everyone was seated and had tea, Harry looked at the only person he did not know. Apparently this person was extremely nervous, because they were sitting in very close proximity to Snape. If she got any closer, she would have been sitting in his lap.
"Harry," the boy jumped when the professor spoke his first name. " There is something we need to tell you. But before I tell you, I would like to introduce to you, Arora." As he said this she looked nervously at him, he then got a chance to look at the girl.
He noticed long, jet-black hair, she was small, and she had features just like his mother had. But what he noticed most, were her eyes. For they were not normally colored, like everyone else's. They were different, but he couldn't figure out why. He looked down at his glass, and suddenly said, "Emerald green!"
"Sorry?" said his professor.
"Nothing, sorry sir," was all he could manage to choke out.
"Now, Mister Potter, this may come as a shock to you, but this young lady, just so happens to be," he paused. "Your sister."
"What!" he shouted. He jumped up so fast, that he caused the girl to shout with fright and drop her teacup.
"How…when…what…why…who…I don't believe this," he managed to say.
"Please Harry, sit down and I will explain everything," the potions master pleaded. To his surprise, Harry did as he was told and sat back down.
With a little help from Arora, Severus began to tell the story of what happened including; where she had been the whole time, why he never knew he had a sister, who she had been taught by, and every other question Harry asked.
It was about 9:00pm that they had finished telling him all they knew about the girl.
"So if it is alright with your aunt and uncle Harry, Arora wishes to stay here with you, instead of coming back home with me," he then looked pointedly at the Dursleys.
"Of course it's alright with us. She can sleep in Harry's room tonight and he can sleep on the couch. We can work something out tomorrow." Everyone was shocked at how openly hearted aunt Petunia was towards the stranger. It was probably the fact of having another female in the house.
"Harry, why don't you go fetch her things," said his aunt, this was more of a statement than a request.
"No need, I will have my servant bring it all in," said the professor smoothly.
No one had noticed the deep, steady breathing of the girl on the couch next to Snape. Nobody had realised she had fallen asleep during the long talk they had just finished.
"Harry, do you think we could take her to your room now, it seems as though she was more tired than I thought," said Snape lightly.
Without waiting for an answer, the man picked up the sleeping girl, and waited for Harry to lead the way.
As they made their way up the stairs, Snape noticed that the boy in front of him was a lot skinnier than he should have been. The boy was skinnier than Draco was.
As they were tucking the girl into Harry's bed she stirred. "Huh? Wha…Whas goin on?" Her words were sort of slurred because she was tired.
"Don't worry," Harry said, in a voice that sounded as if he were talking to a smally child. "You're alright, we're just putting you in my bed for the night. Is that alright with you?"
"I guess so. Do you know how to sing?" this question startled Harry, but he nodded. "Can you sing me to sleep?" Harry simply said, " I could try."
Arora nodded for him to start, and so he did. She had never heard the song before, Snape didn't either from the look on his face. When he finished he told her the song was called Eidle Wise. He said it was German.
But Snape didn't hear him finish, all Snape could hear was the last line of the song; "Bless my home and forever." He suddenly remembered the song and a smile crept onto his face, Lily. The smile was replaced with a frown, as usual.
Arora said she was tired so Harry said goodnight, and kissed her forhead and stood back, waiting for Snape. Snape walked over to the girl and whispered a quiet 'goodnight', gave the girl a kiss on her forhead, and then he whispered something so quiet, that Harry didn't hear. Only the two other people in the room had heard the barely audible, 'I Love You'.
A/N: Sorry the chapter is so long but I hope you guys enjoyed it. The more reviews the faster I will update. Oh and Eidle Wise is said Aidle Vice, just so you know.
Disclaimer: Oh you know the names and what not, I don't own any of them, so don't sew me.