First of all, I would like to apologize for taking so long with the chapter updates. Secondly, I'm starting over with my story. I'm not at all content with continuing with the current setting and situation.

Thanks & Enjoy,

Salem J

Finally..At Last..It was about damn time…These phrases kept playing through my mind. But I was torn between two realities. Two entirely different realities.

"But, Gwen, what if…what if he doesn't want me in his life?" I whispered sadly as we sat on the floor under my window. Gwen had her arm around me, holding me tightly, safely, as she had my whole life.

"How could he not, love? You're his sister. His family. From what Albus has told me, you're exactly what he's wanted his entire life." She smiled, pushing a strand of red hair behind my ear.

"What if everything changes? What if my friends don't understand and they hate me for lying to them for so long? It's been thirteen years." I fussed.

"You have two choices, Rin. One, continue living life here, safe, far away from the world you know you truly want to be in, with Harry. Or embrace it and be there for your little brother. I can't make this choice for you, and I will support you in whatever you choose." She said squeezing my arm.

"Just give me a minute. I'll be down shortly to talk to you and Constantine." I whispered.

"Of course, love." With that, she walked across the room and left. As I heard her going down the stairs, I got up myself and looked outside my bedroom window. I loved the view- rolling green hills and trees, flowers as far as the eye could see, and in the distance the town of Nascosto. This had been my home from the time I was two. Since the night evil came looking for my brother and killed my parents in the process.

I still had the nightmares. The awful, nagging memories.

A young family at home on Halloween night. Smiling, laughing, loving. The father, a handsome young man with messy black hair and hazel eyes, performing tricks with his wand for his daughter. His wife, a beautiful ginger haired witch with emerald eyes, balancing their son on her lap.

"It's getting late, James. Let's put the children to bed." Said Lily.

"But, mummy, mummy I'm not tired!" whined the girl, a spitting image of her lovely mother.

"You take Harry on up. I told Catherine she could stay up since we didn't take her out to collect sweets." Said James, flicking his wand to produce a silver dragonfly. The small ginger haired girl chased the dragonfly around the room, laughing and giggling infectiously. Her wide hazel eyes, identical to those of her father's, did not leave the dragonfly once.

"James, she needs to get to bed." Insisted Lily, hoisting her son onto her hip.

"Oh, come on, Lil. For some odd reason she had her heart set on joining in on wonky muggle traditions. Least we could do is humor her with an extra ten minutes." He said giving her an enchanting smile.

"Alright, ten minutes. You're lucky I like you, Potter." She said rolling her eyes.

"Indeed, I can die happy, Mrs. Potter." He replied cheekily.

"Oh shut it." She giggled.

"Alright, Rin, give mummy and Harry a kiss goodnight." Said James, picking her up with one arm.

"'Night, Harry." She said kissing his rosy cheek. "'Night, Mummy, I love you."

"Goodnight, my darling girl. I love you too." Replied her mother kissing her warmly. She turned to her husband, a look of complete adoration in her eyes, and kissed him. "Be up soon, alright?"

"Course, love." He replied stroking her cheek. She kissed him once more, then turned walking up the stairs.

"Alright, Rin. We've got a solid ten minutes left. Let's determine whether my brilliant girl will be a chaser like her dad." He smiled as he put the child back down.

"I'm going to play quidditch like you one day, Daddy. You'll see." She said beaming up at him.

"Well, we'll need to practice first, won't we? Pretend some rotten chaser's got the quaffle. You've got to catch it, love. Catch the dragonfly!" he said as he used his wand to maneuver the silver creature around the room. James smiled grandly as he heard his daughter's laughter, watching her jump and skip around the room after the dragonfly.

Then there were noises from the back of the house. The sound of a gate being opened. But nobody knew they were here. Nobody could…unless…James froze. His face drained of color. He threw his wand down on the couch and grabbed his daughter, charging towards the hall closet. He threw it open, and set her down in the back corner.

"Listen to me, Catherine. This is very important. Whatever you hear or see, I want you to stay hidden behind these cloaks. Stay as quiet as you can. Can you do that for me, love?" he said quickly. She looked scared as she realized this was what her parents had prepared themselves against for months.

"Yes, Daddy." She said softly.

"That's my girl. I love you more than I'll ever have the lifetime to show you." He said kissing her red locks. He shut the door, but not before the silver dragonfly flew into the closet. Then there were voices, noises, and darkness. The sound of the backdoor opening.

"Lily, go! Take Harry and go! It's him! I'll hold him off!"

The girl cried silently, focusing all her attention on the dragonfly that landed in her hand. She wanted her daddy. Wanted to tell him that she'd caught it, knowing he'd be proud. But she'd never have the chance to make her father proud. A flash of green light could be seen from under the door. And the dragonfly was gone.

I snapped myself out of thinking of that night. Sometimes I liked that I saw it so vividly, my last moments with my mum and dad. Other times it could be pure torment. It took years for me to get a decent night's sleep. Sometimes I'd still wake up screaming, moments after hearing my mother's own screams. I wondered if Harry remembered them like I did. I remembered important things, sure. The more vivid memories were the ones I treasured above all from back then. Things like birthdays, Christmas, Boxing Day, and of course those last few moments. I hoped Harry didn't share my nightmares.

Through it all, Gwen and Constantine had been there. My godfather, Remus, too, when he could, given his condition. Gwen was my dad's only cousin. She had the traditional Potter features, from what I remembered of my dad, and what I'd seen in family pictures. She had the same mane of jet black hair and the same deep hazel eyes. She was, even by wizarding standards, very pretty. Gwen had been orphaned at thirteen and taken in by my grandparents. She was in the same year as them and their friend Remus. The impression I'd gotten from her old pictures and albums was that she'd had a relationship with one of my dad's mates. I gathered as much when I saw his face had been blown out of each of the pictures. Whoever he was didn't matter. She married Constantine young. Right out of Hogwarts actually. He was older, a gentleman, and foreign. He swept her off her feet, to say the least. They had a son, Claudius a few months later. Throughout the first war they'd remained in hiding in Britain, rather than come to Italy. Our wizarding village had apparently been under heavy Death Eater control, and Gwen refused to leave my parents.

She had been close to them and named as mine and Harry's guardian in the event that something should happen. I never understood why I'd had to be parted from my baby brother. I fought to stay together. Tears appeared in the corners of my eyes as I remembered seeing their bodies. My brave, handsome father. My beautiful, intelligent mother. Our house destroyed. Harry crying, with an awful cut on his forehead. A large man coming to collect us, telling another man that he couldn't take us. But I didn't want to leave them there. Not like that. I clung to my father's body. The larger man wiped away his own tears, as the other man came over to me. I remember being fond of this man, knowing him. Maybe he'd been a friend? I was sure of it. He'd held me and wiped away my tears. He told me to be a good girl, and that everything would be alright soon. That he would take care of it. I never saw him again.

I remember flying, the rumbling of a motor. Reaching Gwen's hiding place. I didn't want him to take Harry. I couldn't bear to be parted from him too. "You'll see him again", she'd said, "I promise."

Swallowing down the lump in my throat, and gathering up my courage, I opened my door and walked over to the top of the stairs. I took a deep breath, and walked down to the dining room where I knew my family would be.

They sat eating lunch around the table. Claudius, my handsome, raven haired cousin looking out the window aimlessly; Gwen pushing a potato around on her plate; Constantine skimming the prophet, the headline reading: Quidditch World Cup In Britain. They looked up, seeing me standing in the doorway.

"Claudius, would you leave us for a moment," said Constantine with his prominent Italian accent.

"That's not necessary. " I said walking over to the table and sitting down.

"Have you decided then? Should we write to Dumbledore and tell him you will comply with his wishes?" asked Constantine. Gwen took my hand, giving me a smile.

"Gwen, what did you promise me the night I came to stay with you?" I asked looking up at her.

"I promised you that you'd see him again." She replied softly.

"It's been great living as your daughter. Having a normal childhood because you were willing to lend me your name," I took another deep breath, "But I can't live as Catherine Calzavara anymore. The opportunity is here, and I want to take it. I'm ready to be Catherine Potter again."

"Well, I think Albus will be quite content with your reply." She said beaming.