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J.K.Rowling owns them. This takes place in fourth year.
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Rain poured down on innocent bystanders. Unfortunately, Thalia was one of the victims. She glanced down at the sheet of paper that was clasped in her fist. Rain drops had made the spiky black handwriting incorrigible. She willed herself to look at it, and tried to read the address. She could vaguely make out the starting of an H, O, and an S, but that didn't seem to help. She opened her duffel bag that was swinging over her shoulder, and grabbed the map she had bought.
It was faded and yellow, but at least it wasn't incorrigible. Judging from where she was standing now, she should be able to reach her destination in ten minutes. What am I doing this anyway? Thalia thought to herself. She perfectly knew that even by going there, she maybe unwelcome and probably even hated for attending this school. This thought had stopped her from attending Hogwarts for four years, preferring to study alone with some private tuition from all the Hogwarts teachers. But today, she had contacted Dumbledore, and he had agreed to let her join Hogwarts from today onwards. She trudged along the muddy path, and her shoes seemed to squeak in protest. As she reached a desolate building with a sign on a stake that said, "DANGER-KEEP OUT."
Thalia knew that she was here. As soon as she walked on the path, the building turned to a magnificent castle, with two large doors with brass knockers. Thalia reached for those brass knockers and hesitated. She wondered if her half brother had been informed. She wondered if he was angry. She opened her bag and reached for the folded letter, which was so old that it looked prehistoric. She knew this letter would explain everything. Maybe I shouldn't have come here after all. Thalia thought to herself silently. Just then, her stomach growled. Thalia could faintly smell roast potatoes and steak that was travelling from the inside of the castle. She was wet and hungry. She could just go in. Yet, another part of her brain seemed to retort, what if nobody liked her? After what seemed like a never-ending debate with each parts of her own brain, she reached for the brass knockers and knocked on the door. The doors creaked opened, and Thalia peered into the castle anxiously. There were rows and rows of tables, with different coloured banners hanging from the top.
She recognized the enchanted ceiling and the different houses, as she had read Hogwarts: a History a thousand times before she had arrived. She pushed the door slightly further and noticed Dumbledore and the others seated at another table. Dumbledore seemed to have noticed her and beckoned her in. Almost instinctively, she reached for her hood and covered her face as she walked towards the table. All eyes were on her and she quickened her pace. Dumbledore cleared his throat and started to speak. "As you all know, Harry Potter's mother is called Lily Potter. Well before she married James Potter, she had er- what you call a short fling with another muggle man." The whole hall seemed silent and Thalia didn't dare to raise her head. Dumbledore blazed ahead, "Well, Lily apparently was distraught when she found out that she was pregnant, and at that time, she was about to marry James already. Hence, she gave her daughter, which she named Thalia, to the muggle man. Unfortunately, he was killed in a car accident a year ago. So, I have teaching Thalia for the past four years, and I have decided she has enough experience to enroll in Hogwarts." Nobody seemed to move and Thalia squirmed uncomfortably. "She has already been sorted to Gryffindor, so I hope all of you will welcome her warmly."
Dumbledore said, and he resumed eating his pudding. The others followed suit and Thalia walked to the Gryffindor table and sat down, keeping her hood on. The boy with flaming red hair who was sitting across her seemed to be in a state of shock and kept nudging a boy with messy black hair who was sitting next to him. The boy with the messy black hair spoke first. "Errmm- Hullo." Thalia managed to nod and tried to focus on eating her pudding. "So… I guess you are my half sister?" The boy said. Thalia seemed to have frozen in her seat. So… That meant the person sitting across her was Harry Potter? Her half brother? She lifted her head and glanced at him. With a jolt, she recognized the familiar features that she possessed. The green eyes, the black hair. The only difference was his long thin scar on his forehead. "Hi." She managed and took off her hood. It was a bad idea. Everyone stared, and she was certain she could hear them whispering. She opened her bag and gave the letter to Harry, who seemed to be frozen solid. "Errmm thanks." He said and stuffed the letter into his bag. Thalia managed a faint smile and proceeded to her pudding.
So that was how famous Harry Potter's half sister did the whole time during dinner. Focusing herself on eating pudding.