Hey guys! Sorry I wasn't able to update for a few days but I had problems with the wifi, after that I sorta forgot to post it and then had to rewrite part of it since I didn't save it, sorry. Anyways I'm happy that this story is said to be a lot better than the original, and yes, I did make a mistake on where Hogwarts is located. Thanks to Novanto for letting me know that. On with the story :D.

Last chapter:

A brother. I'm a wizard. Mom had a different life from what I knew. There was a school called Hogwarts. These thoughts were whirling through my head.

"I think I'll go. Where is this school? How are we going to get there?" I asked. Excitement was replacing my shock and confusion making me feel giddy which was not good for a kid with ADHD.

"Hogwarts is in Scotland. We'll get there by a form of teleportation."

Now:

"Teleportation?" Percy asked, "They actually have something like that?"

"Yes, although you have to pass an exam to do it and you have to have a license and be 17 or be with an licensed adult and travel with them, or we can also that the fireplace," his mom said.

"What's this form of teleportation called and how would we use the fireplace?" Percy asked. He was curious about his brother but the fact that he had never met his brother (or he had and just forgotten), the chance that his mother didn't know him to ell either was very high.

"It is called apparation and you can use the fireplace by throwing in some floo powder and the fire place will light up in emerald flames. Then you step in and say the name of the place you want to go to very clearly or you might end up somewhere else. Now which way do you want to go?"

"I think the fireplace would be better since I think it would be safer," Percy answered.

"Alright. We'll leave in a day or two. Give me your duffel bag so I can wash your clothes. Meanwhile finish your pack the clean clothes you have," Sally said. "I'll go write a letter to Hogwarts telling them that you're coming and to your brother to inform him about you."

~With Harry~

In a small, nice-looking house, a emerald eyed teenage boy suddenly awoke. Harry had one hand pressed to his fore head over his scar,(which felt like it was being burnt) and the other groping around his bedside table to find his glasses. He felt them next to the lamp put them on, and turned the lamp on. Harry stumbled to his wardrobe mirror, greeted by the usual sight. A skinny boy of fourteen, messy black, green eyes, and the lightning shaped scar. The scar looked normal although it still stung. He squeezed his eyes shut and frowned, trying to remember his life like dream. He could only remember a dim room, a snake on a rug, and a cold, high voice he had heard way to often, Lord Voldemort's voice, cruel and snake like. He also remembered when Voldemort's chair turned around, an old man fell and two voices talking about their kill.

He opened his eyes to see if there was anything different. There were quite a few things that a normal human would find unusual, but to the teenaged male it seemed perfectly normal. A large, wooden trunk open revealing a cauldron, a broomstick several books and sets of neatly folded robes. On his desk rolls of parchment paper, and a large cage for his owl who was out flying. On the floor a book his friend, Ron had given him. The pictures were moving, showing people in orange robes, zooming in and out of sight on their broomsticks, and throwing balls into the air. Even quidditch his favorite sport, and the only sport he played, couldn't distract him of his nightmare.

He walked over to the window, no living creature in sight. Harry sat back onto restlessly onto the bed, running his finger over his scar. He wasn't bothered by the pain, For gods' sake he had lost all his bones in one arm, regrew them overnight, and said arm was bitten by a poisonous snake with a foot long fang. It was the dream or nightmare that bothered him. It started to sting when the most dangerous wizard was near by, but he couldn't be here now, right? The black haired boy jumped when his fat-ass(although he was fat other places to)cousin grunted. he snorted at himself. There was no one else in the house except this pudding-like cousin and uncle and giraffe necked aunt, who hated him because they hated magic and anything that had connections with it and that included him.

Looking around his bedroom that his uncle had oh-so generously given him -more like shoved him into-, he could hear his best friend's reactions to his latest news. The smart, cautious one of the group, Hermione Granger, reaction would be something like telling him to write a letter to his headmaster and the female in question would consult her books about anything to do with curse scars. He wondered where his headmaster is at currently. He had the mental image of the old man rubbing sunscreen on his crooked nose, at a beach somewhere, wearing large, gaudy sunglasses. He let out a chuckle. Ron Weasley, his fellow quidditch loving friend's reaction would be more worried that Voldemort was around than for for him and asking his parents for advice. Ron's Mother would fuss over him more than anyone and His twin brother, Fred and George would think that he was going crazy.

The Weasley family was his favorite, and he hoped he would get a chance to stay with them anytime now, partially because of the Quidditch World Cup, and he didn't want to bother them with silly news about him scar. Harry's thoughts stayed to any other relations he could contact. His god- father, Sirius, bingo. His crime accused godfather in hiding was perfect. Harry jumped up and finished it, rereading the letter once more to make sure it sounded okay.

Dear Sirius,

Thanks for your last letter, that bird was enormous, it hardly fit through my window! Things are the same as usual here. Dudley's diet isn't going to well. My aunt found him smuggling doughnuts into his room yesterday. They told him they'd have to cut his pocket money if he keeps doing it, so he got really angry and chucked his PlayStation out of the window. That's a sort of computer thing you can play games on. Bit stupid really, now he hasn't even got Mega-Mutilation-Part-Three to take his mind off things. I'm okay, mainly because the Dursleys are terrified you might turn up and turn them all into bats if I ask you to.A weird thing happened this morning, though. My scar hurt again. Last time that happened it was because Voldemort was at Hogwarts But I don't reckon he can be anywhere near me now, can he? Do you know if curse scars sometimes hurt years afterward?I'll send this with Hedwig when she gets back; she's off hunting at the moment. Say hello to Buckbeak for me.

Harry

He nodded in satisfaction, deciding not to add anything about his dream and set the letter onto his desk. He opened his wardrobe and got dressed.

When he reached the kitchen the nearly identical sized, human puddings were already sitting and his aunt was cutting up grape fruits. His uncle's face was hidden behind a newspaper, his face red and Dudley was sulking, taking up more space than usual.

"There you are, Diddy darling." He glared at her.

Dudley's life had taken an unpleasant turn when he had came home from the last day of school with a note claiming he needed a diet. Harry's aunt and uncle thought it was only fair that the rest of the family would have to follow the diet to. Harry had sent requests to his friends for, which they had obliged. Hagrid, Hogwarts's half giant gamekeeper had sent his his rock cakes(which he hadn't touched since they where actually like rocks), Mrs. Weasley, had sent the family owl with a fruitcake and a collection of assorted pastries. For his birthday he received four cakes sent by his friends, which he still had two left of. Glaring at his cousin, who was eying Harry's grapefruit slice, having already finished his, and quickly finished his breakfast.

"Is this it?" Uncle Vernon asked, unsatisfied.

Aunt Petunia gave him a severe look, and he picked up his spoon to eat only to be interrupted by the doorbell. He sighed and heaved himself up. While his mother was busy with the kettle, Dudley stole his fathers breakfast. Harry heard talking, his uncle's voice answering curtly, the door closing, and the sound of paper ripping. Aunt Petunia set the kettle down looking around for her husband. Her curiosity was sated when her husband entered the kitchen slightly pissed off.

"You, in the living room now," he ordered pointing to Harry.

Harry wondered what he had done this time, and followed his grapefruit deprived uncle.

"So," Mr. Dursley said marching around as if he was going to put his nephew under arrest, "So."

The green eyed male resisted the urge to say "So what", as it was to early to test his uncles temper so early in the morning and also having to suffer being food deprived, and settled for looking puzzled.

"This just came in for you," Harry's uncle said, brandishing out a purple letter and a regular one.

Harry's confusion increased. Who did he know send letters by postman instead of the usual owl? Pocketing the white letter, which he would read later alone.

Uncle Vernon glared at Harry, to read the letter, which he did.

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley,

We have never been introduced, but I am sure you have heard a great deal from Harry about my son Ron.

As Harry might have told you, the final of the Qudditch World Cup takes place this Monday night, and my husband, Arthur, has just managed to get prime tickets through his connections at the Department of Magical Games and Sports. I do hope you will allow us to take Harry to the match, as this really is a once-in-a lifetime opportunity. Britain hasn't hosted the cup for thirty years, and tickets are extremely hard to come by. We would of course be glad to have Harry stay for the remainder of the summer holidays, and to see him safely onto the train back to school. It would be best for Harry to send us your answer as quickly as possible in the normal way, because the Muggle postman has never delivered to our house, and I am not sure he even knows where it is.

Hoping to see Harry soon,

Yours sincerely,

Molly Weasley

P.S. I do hope we've put enough stamps on

Yay, I finished it! Sorry if there are any mistakes, I haven't wrote for a long time. For any people out there curios about OCs, the time to submit them is in about 2-3 chapters. I'll post up the form when it is ready. If you wish to change something about your OC, that is welcome also.

Ja ne,

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