Harry Potter and the Secret Twin
Harry Potter looked at the letter he held in his hands with a look of shock across his face.
A twin…. He had a twin? But, wasn't he known as the boy-who-lived, not the boy-who-lived-but-had-a-secret-twin-sister-he-did-not-know-about.
But no, according to this letter from Cullen Toomkins, it was all true. When his parents had heard that Voldermort was after them, they had separated the babies, trying to make it harder for the Death Eaters to find both of them.
"My sister is called Ember, apparently', he said to Hermione, still clutching the letter in his hand. "I never knew, why did no one tell me? WHY DID DUMBLEDORE NEVER TROUBLE TO TELL ME THIS IMPORTANT FACT?"
Hermione caught Ron's eye and bit her lip. She did not know what to say.
"Dumbedore might have thought she was dead, mate. He probably did not want to upset you." Ron put his hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Listen, there is no excuse for this. There is nothing anyone can say that takes away from the fact that I have been lied for the majority of my life. What else is going to happen to me, Ron? What am I going to find out next? That Lily and James are not really my parents? That they adopted me from a hag and a troll?"
"I always thought you had a look of Troll about you!" came a voice from the doorway. It was George Weasley. He looked from Harry to Ron and laughed.
"Oh great, Problems with Potter hour is it? Lord Harry, when are you going to learn to relax? Take a chill pill! Every time I see you, it is drama, chaos and tears. No offence Harry, but you are such an emo!"
Harry reached for his wand and blasted George away from the doorway and back against the wall.
"How DARE you call me an emo? I might be a little bit moody sometimes, and yes, I have black messy hair but that does not make me emo!"