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Chapter one - The dream
The last traces of night lingered as movement started in the kitchen of
the odd shaped house known as The Burrow.
Molly Weasley yawned as she walked down the numerous stairs that led to
the kitchen. The soft and loud sounds of snoring could be heard, and ever
so soft hooting snores of the owls joined in on the music of the very
full Weasley household.
Standing at the threshold of the kitchen, Molly pulled out her wand from
the pocket of her dressing gown, and started breakfast.
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Harry was dreaming, and not his normal dreams of being chased and having
to fight off Voldemort.
This dream was different; it was a calm dream with soft voices and fuzzy
images.
He could hear a woman's voice; it made him feel safe and loved.
"Look, Harry, this is your Daddy and that's me, your Mummy,"
the voice whispered.
Harry looked in the direction the voice was coming from and saw a face
that made him jump. It was the same face he'd seen in the photo album
Hagrid had given him as a gift his first year at Hogwarts.
"And this, Harry, is your Aunt Jenn." Harry looked down at
the image his mother was pointing at.
"Lily, don't show him that. Why show him a picture of a person
he may never get the chance to meet?"
Harry looked at the picture; he saw a pretty woman with brown hair like
his father's, but with a smattering of gold through it. Her eyes
shined from behind her small semi round rimmed lenses.
She was smiling and laughing in the photo, like any wizard photo Harry
had seen.
The voice of his mother interrupted his thoughts again.
"Harry, your Aunt Jenn is your father's sister, and, unlike my sister,
she is also a witch and a very good one at that."
Harry was staring at the picture wondering why his dreams brought this
up to him now and with such clarity, too. He'd never heard anyone speak
of this aunt before, not even Hagrid.
Harry looked at the picture again. He tried to burn the image into his
memory. The woman in the picture looked straight at him and winked, her
brown eyes twinkling, and then she looked away and spoke to the person
taking the picture.
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Humming to herself, Mrs. Weasley bustled around the kitchen. It had been
a while since she had had to cater for so many people.
"Now I had best make double the breakfast today. With all these
visitors, everyone will need a large amount of food for the busy day ahead."
She mumbled to herself, and then pointed her wand at the hearth making
a fire burst to life, and then she covered it with the large frying pan.
"Now, let me see." She cracked a few more eggs and watched
them fry in the hot pan. "Let me make a quick count of all those
who will be eating this morning."
"Ron, and Harry, Ginny, Hermione."
She started to add some bacon to the pan, then remembering something,
she pointed her wand towards the toaster and it sprang to life.
"Bill; oh, yes, and Professor Lupin." Molly smiled. She had
been surprised when Professor Dumbledore asked if Remus could stay a few
days before school started. Not that she and Arthur minded. He was a lovely
fellow and the children enjoyed his presence.
"Oh, and can not forget Fred and George; I wish those two would
hurry up and leave home," Molly laughed. She didn't mind the
twins still being at home, but they where 21 now and it was about time
they left the nest.
Molly tutted to herself and she started to set the table. She could have
sworn she'd forgotten someone. She knew she had ten people staying,
but something wasn't right.
Looking around the kitchen for something of a clue, Molly's eyes
stopped on the door to the living room; a long, black leather leash hung
from the door knob.
"Ahh ... now I remember, Professor Lupin's dog, Snuffles,
silly me." Molly disliked having Sirius remain in dog form and having
to eat from a bowl on the floor but Fleur and Bill were unaware of his
true identity so the charade was maintained while they were present.
Smiling to herself she walked over and picked up the large, blue food
bowl that was sitting on the floor.
"Can't forget to feed him."
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Harry tried to keep hold of the dream; he wanted to learn more about this
Aunt of his. He kept seeing her smiling face and the bright eyes looking
up at him from the picture, but it was no use, the dream was starting
to fade.
"Harry!" He could hear a voice calling him.
"Harry!" It was getting louder.
"HARRY!"
Harry woke up with a start, and to the feeling of someone shaking him.
"About time, I thought I'd have to get a bucket of water."
Harry looked up; in front of him was a blurred image of a tall, dark man.
"Oh, sorry, Sirius." Harry turned and put his glasses on, and
looked at his most favourite person in the world.
"You ok, Harry, you look a bit worried?" Sirius sat down on
Harry's bed. "Did you sleep ok, no bad dreams of impending doom?"
The older man laughed at his own joke a little then stopped when he saw
the look on Harry's face.
"Might as well ask while he's here," Harry thought to
himself.
"Umm, Sirius, do you remember if my father had a sister, named Jenn?"
Harry noticed the look on Sirius's face once the question was asked.
His features grew dark and he looked a little sad, but also worried.
"Harry, who told you about Jenn?" his voice in hushed whispers.
"No one, Sirius, it was in my dream. I was a baby, I think, and Mum
was showing me pictures in an album. She was pointing out people and she
told me one of them was my Aunt Jenn."
Harry looked at Sirius with a sad, lost look on his face. Was this dream
real or was it something his mind had just thought up to torment him?
"Well, Harry, how can I tell you this without making it sound complex?"
Sirius stopped and thought for a second. "Yes, you do have an auntie
named Jenn, and she went to school with me and your father and mother and
the rest of the gang."
Harry nodded, understanding things so far.
"Jenn was a very bright girl; she was doing both 6th year and 7th year
classes in one year, so she would spend a lot of time with us as we where
in our last year. Now, as Jenn was a very bright student, she managed to
finish at Hogwarts a year before she was meant to which made your father
very pleased, not to mention the rest of us."
Harry smiled; he was beginning to like his aunt very much.
"So what happened to her, Sirius?"
"Well, Harry, I'm not totally sure. She was accepted into a
section of the Ministry of Magic and was sent away for training. The last
time I saw Jenn was at your parents' wedding. She was a little withdrawn
at the time, and she told us that she was being sent on her first assignment
in a few days, not really telling us much about it. All I can remember was
the heated discussions your father and Jenn had. She left the wedding pretty
early. When she was saying goodbye, she seemed so sad. Later, I wanted to
talk with her about the whole thing, but talking to her landlord I found
out she had left that night and, sadly, she hasn't been seen or heard
from again. And that was over eighteen years ago."
Sirius frowned; his shoulders drooped at the thought. He did miss that little
star sometimes.
"Oh.*" Harry couldn't think of much to say after hearing that detail.
Stopping to think,* he opened his mouth again. "Didn't anyone
try and find her, Sirius? She couldn't have completely vanished."
"Harry, it's not like we didn't try. Your parents tried
their best, always contacting the Ministry for any information, but they
never said a word. All they did say was she was on assignment, and couldn't
be contacted."
Harry sighed. At least his dream wasn't a mistake, but why now, why
would he dream of this long lost aunt?
Totally lost in thought, Harry didn't notice Ron come back into the
room after his shower. The lanky redhead smiled at Sirius.
"Hey, Harry, if you want a shower some time this year, you'd
better hurry up before the girls steal all the hot water." Ron laughed
and let Snuffles, who had appeared again, out of the bedroom.
Harry picked up his clothes and headed to the bathroom, thinking over the
new pieces of information he had just been given.
Chapter two