Chapter 2: Confusions and Brother/Sister Bonding

"RON! HERMIONE! ARE YOU HERE???"

"What's the matter, Harry dear? Why are you yelling???"

"I'm sorry Mrs. Weasley, but I think I'm hallucinating… I need to find Ron and Hermione. If you know where Ginny is, that would be great, too," Harry said, out of breath from his scary morning.

"I'm sorry, but Ron just left with Hermione… they didn't tell me where they were going, and they aren't going to be back for a while. And Ginny is out with her other Hogwarts friends. I'm afraid she didn't tell me where she's going either, Harry. Weren't you going to meet them at Diagon Alley, around 5 today?"

"That's what my m- someone said. But I'm not allowed to… go any more," he said slowly, scratching his head in confusion and thinking. "Can I talk to you about something important, Mrs. Weasley?"

"Of course, Harry. Anything," Mrs. Weasley said, concerned. She sat down by the kitchen table, gesturing that he should do the same. Harry pulled out one of the rickety old chairs and sat.

"I saw Mum and Dad this morning," Harry said quietly, waiting for a big reaction from her.

Mrs. Weasley looked at him questioningly. "Well that's… wonderful dear… Were they supposed to be on vacation? Got home early, I suppose?"

"Wwha?? Mrs. Weasley, I think you heard me wrong. I saw my parents, Lily and James Potterthis morning," Harry spoke very clearly, making sure she heard every syllable.

"Yesss… wellll… ummm Harry, I think you slept weird last night. You should go back to your house. I'm sure Lily and James are worrying about where you've gone off to. And I don't want them blaming me for all of this, again." Mrs. Weasley smiled at him, laughing a little. She looked at Harry, who was frowning. "You might be sick… it's okay Harry. There's a virus in the air that makes people loose they're memories. Don't worry though; the good thing about memories are that they always come back!" She got up again to start the tea kettle.

"Well bye, Mrs. Weasley," Harry muttered, upset.

. . . .

"AHHHH!!!!!! Harry, what did I tell you about privacy???" a red haired, hazel eyed fourteen year old girl screeched. "Just because you're allowed to do magic outside of school, doesn't mean you need to apporate from your room to mine, just to talk to me! I mean seriously, Harry!!! The door to my room is about four feet away from your room! Just knock! Okay???"

"Uhhhh…" Harry stuttered because he had no idea who that girl was, or why he had apporated here in the first place. "Ummmm…"

"Don't give me that crap, Harry. I know you want to bond with me, or whatever because you think you got special attention when you were a 'child' and never paid any attention to me… but I don't think that's true," she said, with her hands on her hips as a small girl came out from the door way. The red haired girl glanced back at her, but went back to glaring at Harry. "You're still a child, and no one really cares about you just because you murdered someone-"

The 8 year old stopped in her tracks. "Someone, meaning Voldemort?!?"

"Oh shut up, Claire! He was a fifteen year old boy. Probably thought he was just holding up a branch from a nearby tree, or something. Not a wand."

"Jealous much?"

"Shut up, Claire!" She crossed her arms and glared at Claire, who had dark wavy curls and green eyes.

"Shut up, Annie!" Claire mimicked.

Harry just stared at them in amusement. "So you're my baby sisters?" He began to smile, deciding to just go with the confusing life he was having. And besides, Harry had always wanted siblings, parents, unimportant drama, and a house that he could call home.

"I'm not a baby, Harry. I'm 14!" Annie pouted. "And I'm not quite sure we're related. You and Claire are freaks… I am way more sophisticated then you were at my age."

"Because pouting is soooo mature…" Claire mumbled sarcastically.

"I hate to interrupt the sisterly love, but do you know where… Mum and Dad is?" Harry asked, liking the way he got to say Mum and Dad, Mother and Father, and parents so much that day.

"You're acting rather strange, Harry… Mummy said you had a nightmare last night!" Claire said, giggling as if it was the funniest thing in the world, but Annie looked serious all of the sudden.

"I thought you weren't going to tell them!" Annie said forcefully. "PLEASE don't tell them!!! Or else you're a horrible brother, and I'll tell them about you last week with Ginny!"

"I did something with Ginny?!? That I wouldn't want a parent to know about?!?" Harry got excited and smiled a cocky smile.

"Duh, something I'm actually embarrassed of telling Dad about. But, times have changed. I can't believe you are going to tell them about it, though! I trusted you!!!" Annie whined

"If you tell me what you did, again, I won't even hint at it with our parents," Harry said convincingly because she was now on her hands and knees, begging for a nice brother who didn't break promises.

"Fine… but Claire, you have to leave the room."

"But it's my room, too," she whined.

"You can go into my room." Harry shrugged.

Claire's eyes got bright with excitement as she raced down the hall to his bedroom.

"So what do you not want me to tell Mum and Dad?"

Annie sighed. "About my secret visits with… Carter," she sighed again when she said his name, but now in a dreamy way.

Harry tried to hide his smile from his new little sister. "Who's Carter?"

"Jesus, Harry! It's as if you don't remember your whole life! Carter is Sirius' son. Remember? You caught us… behind… the… rosebush…" Annie turned bright red. "So I had to explain everything to you. I still don't believe you can read minds, Harry, it's just that I don't want to risk it. I can't believe that you threatened to go back into my memories and watch every moment I had with Carter. That is just plain embarrassing for me… AND CARTER!"

"My little sister has a boyfriend." Harry grinned at her.

"I am 14!"