Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Obviously.

"Not Harry…Please… have mercy! Not harry…kill me!" a woman cried.

"Step aside foolish girl." A voice hissed. It was cold, full of hate and completely void of mercy.

"No please…please! Kill me!" the woman cried again, desperately.

"Harry…"

The otherwise dark space was filled with a burst of green light and a woman's scream.

"Harry, wake up…"

Harry Potter groaned and opened his eyes, waking up from his sleep with a dull ache in his head and his eight year old cousin sister gently poking him. He sighed, looking for his glasses on his bedside table. Harry's room was in the shades of pale blue and white. His four poster bed was on the right side of his room and his desk on the left beside the window. The wall opposite his bed was covered with pictures of him with his family. Aunt Petunia smiling and holding him and Rose, Aunt Petunia proudly holding him when he won his first school marathon, Rose and Harry's first beach visit. There were many others, but most of them were of him and Rose and only one with his uncle Vernon. Harry loved his sister with all his heart. She was his best friend and always protected him from bullies who called him an orphan and teased him for having glasses. To Harry, she was the best sister in the world.

Rose, who was usually very calm and collected, was a completely different person when she was with her brother. She would cut out paper crowns and proclaim to be the queen of the world and Harry would giggle uncontrollably when she would poke him with her paper sword and ask him to do her bidding. Rose was really good at school, too. She was smart and quickly understood what was taught. She loved reading above all. She would take Harry with her and sit for hours in the local library. Harry just dozed off on the chair beside hers and she would shake his awake when it was time to leave. Harry was more into sports. He would run marathons and play football in his school. Aunt Petunia urged them towards their interests and Uncle Vernon, well he just supported Rose because he wasn't overly fond of Harry. But then again, the feeling was mutual.

Harry sat up in his bed and looked at his sister. Her eyes were brimming with unshed tears and Harry's eyes widened. His sister wasn't like other girls who cried over everything to get their way. She rarely ever threw tantrums let alone use her ultimate weapon. He grabbed her hands and made her sit on his bed.

"Rose, what's wrong?" he asked.

She sniffled.

"I was in the garden this morning." She said, referring to the small patch of flowers the Durselys grew beside their driveway. "I was blooming the dried flowers and…" she sniffled again, this time tears leaked out of her eyes. Harry instinctively wiped them away and encouraged her to continue.

"Mum saw me." she sobbed.

Harry cringed. It was Rose's Sunday morning ritual to wake up early and tend to the dried flowers. She loved looked after her flowers and hated seeing them dry up and die. The people living in Privet Drive usually chose to sleep in on weekends and that gave Rose a perfect opportunity to do her 'magic' without anyone seeing her.

Rose and Harry were different from the other kids they knew. They could do things they had never seen anyone else do. They could make things move without touching them, vanish them or break them without actually meaning to. Whenever they were upset or angry, unusual things happened around them. Once in playschool, Piers, one of Harry's bullies, had cornered them in the empty playroom and was teasing them about something, when the toys around the room began chasing after him until he left the room, crying for his mum. When he told this to Miss Jones, their playschool teacher, she just told him that it was wrong to lie. Since then Piers stayed at an arm's length from them and just settled for scowling at them and calling them freaks. It was then when Harry and Rose decided to keep their abilities a secret, even from Rose's parents.

Harry gulped nervously as he thought of how Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon would react after to and Rose's secret.

"Wh-What did she say?" he asked hesitantly.

"She didn't." Rose said, a fresh set of tears rolling down her cheeks. "she just hurried back inside the house. She looked really upset, Harry."

Harry put his arm around his sister and tried to comfort her, although he himself was a nervous wreck.

"Don't cry, Rose." He began. "We… we can try to explain…"

"We?" Rose asked sharply. "You don't need to tell them."

"Of course, I do you moron." He teased and smiled at his sister. "We are in his together."

"But dad will just find a way to blame it all on you." Rose said sadly. "You know him."

"I do." Harry said firmly. "But I'm tired of hiding this from them. We are what we are."

Rose looked skeptical, but nodded. They couldn't have hidden their 'magic' for long anyway. It was better if they got it over with soon.

"You don't think they'd call us freaks too, do you?" Rose asked, her eyes, shining with hurt.

"Of course they won't." Harry told her quickly, although he wasn't sure himself. "Piers is an idiot. He's just jealous he can't do what we can."

Rose sniffed and wiped her eyes.

"Mum and dad were talking in their room when I came to wake you." She said timidly. "Dad looked really angry."

Harry stiffened. His uncle never lost the opportunity to blame him for something or the other. He was sure this time wouldn't be an exception.

Once again Harry felt the lingering hurt when he thought of his parents. His aunt and sister loved him a lot, but sometimes the urge to see his parents was too overpowering. He was never short of anything in his aunt and Uncle's house, but he wanted to live with his parents, get to know them. Aunt Petunia talked about his mother a lot. She would tell him that Lily Potter was one of the brightest students in her school. She was fierce and independent and strong and kind and that she loved Harry more than anything in the world. She told him he looked like his father and was just as kind as Lily. But never did she ever mention how his parents had died. She would just cup his face in her hands and tell him he would know when he was older.

"Don't worry about it." Harry said and smiled at his sister.

Rose looked at him and sighed.

"I would never really understand dad's problem." She said. "but know this Harry Potter, if you for one moment think that you are not loved, I'll throw you off the tallest building in Surrey."

Harry grinned and poked his sister.

"You are just proving my point you know." He teased.

Rose whacked him in the shoulder and got up.

"I mean it Harry," she said seriously. "You are my brother and I want you to know that you mean more to me than the chocolate pudding mum makes for Christmas. And that's saying something."

Harry rolled his eyes as his sister grinned at him.

"Glad to know." He said drily.

"Now get your lazy bum out of the bed and into the shower. You smell like rotten tomatoes." Rose said and sniffed.

Harry threw his pillow at his sister which she easily dodged.

"Work on your aim." She said lazily.

Harry stuck his tongue at her and she just smirked.

"I'm going to go pack my bags since dad really looked like he is going to chuck us out of his house." She said, trying to make it sound light.

"Just me, I think." Harry muttered.

Rose just smiled at him brightly.

"Sorry to disappoint you, brother dear, but we are a package deal. You don't get rid of one without the other." She said cheerfully and walked out of his room.

Harry chuckled. No one would have been able to tell that she had been crying her eyes out just moments ago.

He quickly showered and brushed his teeth and set off downstairs for breakfast, his heart beat steadily increasing. He honestly didn't know how his aunt and uncle were going to take the news. Would they call him a freak and tell him to get out of their house and never show up again, or would they just accept him? Rose did say that his aunt looked upset. Maybe she was just upset that they had hidden it from her, or she was upset that her daughter and nephew had turned out to be… not normal. Be brushed these speculations aside and with a deep breath opened the kitchen door.

He winced as soon as he stepped in. There was a tense silence in the kitchen which he did not like at all. Worse, Rose was probably still in shower and it was just aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon in the kitchen. Uncle Vernon, as usual, was hiding his face behind the newspaper only today, his grip was so tight that it looked like he was going to tear it apart. Harry grimaced again and looked at his aunt. She smiled warmly at him, which surprised him, and told him to get started on his breakfast. He hesitantly sat in his chair, half expecting his uncle to shout at him and tell him to get out of his house.

Aunt Petunia ruffled his hair and placed a plate of bacon in front of him. She probably noticed his hesitation to eat and frowned.

"Harry?" she called and the boy in question almost jumped a foot in the air.

Aunt Petunia narrowed her eyes.

"Yes, Aunt Petunia?" he said timidly.

"Are you alright?" she asked, gently checking his forehead for temperature.

"Ye-Yes, fine." He said and dug in his bacon to avoid conversation.

Uncle Vernon was watching him from the corner of his eyes, looking like he was ready burst out any second. Petunia sighed. She should have known. Of course, Rose would go to Harry after the morning's incident. She never kept anything from him. Their bond was stronger than that of mere cousins. They both dearly loved each other and were fiercely protective of one another. Petunia couldn't have asked for a better brother for her daughter and she loved both the children equally. Rose grew up and looked more like Lily every single day. Except for her hair which was auburn like her grandmother's. And Harry was a younger mirror to his father.

Harry looked downright scared at the moment, probably worried about how she was going to react to his magic. But she had always known that Harry would be just like his mother and father, a wizard, and she had cherished and accepted that long ago. What came as a surprise was her daughter. Petunia, never in her wildest dreams, had considered that her daughter would turn out to be a witch. She had been shocked, to say the least, to see Rose gently waving her hands over dried flowers as they came to life. She had rushed back inside the house, probably scaring her daughter, but she needed time to think. And after a heated debate with her husband, she realized she was proud. She was proud of her little flower because she was one of the few who were gifted with magic. She now understood what her parents had felt when they realized that their youngest daughter was a witch.

Vernon wasn't very pleased. He started blaming Harry, like always, for spreading this unnaturalness and contaminating their daughter. It had taken Petunia a hundred thousand tons of patience to not snap at him and make him understand what a prestige it was to be a witch. She told him that their daughter would go to a wonderful school and learn to control her magic. She told him that there was an entirely different world that belonged to people just like their daughter. And finally she had threatened him that should he make his daughter feel like she was an alien, she would make sure he ended up outside their house for a month without food or water. He finally took it all in and swore that his love for his daughter hadn't changed one bit. But Petunia already knew that. She knew that nothing in this world would make Vernon love his daughter any less, but she was just worried he would unintentionally do or say something that would make her feel like she was unloved. As for harry, they had always known. And long ago accepted. She knew that she needed to talk to Rose and Harry and make them feel better about the situation. And also, finally tell Harry what had happened to his parents. Petunia shuddered at the thought. It was difficult, but necessary. Harry had a right to know of his magical heritage.

Just then her daughter hesitantly entered the kitchen looking anywhere but at her. She kissed her father good morning, who held her for longer than usual, and sat down beside Harry. Petunia decided it was time to drop the bomb.

"Harry, Rose." She began and both of them reluctantly looked at her. "After you have finished your breakfast, I want you both to wait in Rose's room. I and Vernon would like to talk to you."

Rose and Harry audibly gulped as they thought of their fates. They both nodded their heads and without a word dug into their breakfast. As soon as they were done, they both ran out of the kitchen like hens with their tails on fire. Petunia sighed and looked at her husband who sat in his chair, grimacing with his arms folded over his chest.

"Vernon, I know this is hard on you," she said, "but this is our daughter and our nephew."

Vernon huffed but didn't say anything.

"I did this to Lily when I came to know she was a witch," she said quietly. Vernon's grimace flattered a little and he looked at his wife softly. "I don't want to repeat the same mistake."

Vernon sighed and nodded his head.

"Give it time," she whispered and smiled at her husband. "She is still our Rose, has been all along, give her a chance."

Her husband nodded and got up from his chair.

"Those two are probably losing their minds out there." He said. "Let's go ease it for them."

Petunia grinned at him and pecked him on his cheek.

"I always knew you had good survival instincts."

"They have developed over time."

...

"Harry sit down you are making me nervous." Rose snapped at her brother as he paced the length of her room.

He gave her a single blank look and started pacing again. Rose sighed in frustration. She was a single thought away from ripping her hair out. She was sure her parents were going to be super mad over hers and Harry's… abilities. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs to ease the knot in her stomach but she knew it would do nothing but make her parents angrier. Just when she was considering jumping out of the window, the door to her room opened and her parents stepped in. Harry took one look at them and darted to sit beside her on the bed.

Rose's dad pulled out a chair for his wife from the desk and stood behind her, eyeing her and her brother.

Rose and Harry looked at the adults timidly, like they had done something wrong and were expecting a long lecture.

Aunt Petunia looked at them long and hard, as if deciding whether to punish them or not.

"Do you want to tell us something, both of you?" she finally asked.

Harry and Rose shared a surprised look and then looked back at her guiltily. They were both silent for a long time, contemplating their words. What could they possibly say that wouldn't sound bad in this situation?

Finally Rose spoke.

"Yes, we do." She started timidly and looked at Harry for encouragement. He nodded at her and smiled tightly. She sighed and looked at her mother.

"It's…well, a little…uh…hard? Yeah, hard to explain…I can...ow" Harry sharply nudged her leg and she winced "we can, you know…um…do things that most people can't…you saw this morning, well, um Harry can do that too….It's like when we are upset, or uh, angry or something… it just happens. Other times… we…we can do it when we want to… Harry had once made a small tornado out of dried leaves and sand in school and he made it chase Sarah Collins around the ground because she said I was stuck-up. It was hilarious. And there was this other time Piers…" she trailed off and coughed a little realizing that she was babbling. That was when Harry too the lead.

"When we did it for the first time in playschool, Piers called us freaks and Miss Jones refused to even believe that it had happened…and well, we thought you'll be angry that we were…like" he gestured between himself and Rose "this."

They both looked at their feet, ready to hear a backlash but were shocked to hear Aunt Petunia laughing. Their heads snapped up and they both looked at her. She was laughing; clutching her sides and even Uncle Vernon cracked a smile and chuckled.

Harry and Rose smiled uncertainly, having absolutely no clue what was happening.

"Did you really make a tornado chase Sarah?" she asked, still smothering her chuckles.

Harry outright grinned and Rose giggled as she remembered the day.

"Yeah, well she isn't nice to Rose…so…I just… yeah it was funny." He said, fully smiling.

"What else did you do?" Petunia asked.

"Oh well there was this one time, Clarissa called me the 'b' word and she was being really mean so when we were playing on the swings I made it flip and she fell on her face in the sand. I was a mile away from her so she couldn't even blame me, it was amazing and then…" Rose went on and on about her and Harry's mischiefs and by the end of it the entire family was laughing, clutching their sides wiping tears from their eyes.

"So…so you are not mad at us?" Harry asked hesitantly.

Aunt Petunia smiled.

"There is no reason to be mad at you both." She said.

Harry and Rose shared a look of delight as they grinned at the adults.

"But you looked really upset this morning…I thought you were mad..." Rose began.

Aunt Petunia shook her head.

"You two are special." She said "I can't be mad at my kids for that?"

Harry smiled slightly at that.

"I already knew Harry would be able to do magic-" she started.

"Wait-what?" Harry spluttered and Rose gaped at her mother in disbelief.

Aunt Petunia just smiled sadly.

"It's time I tell you about your parents, Harry." She said.

Harry almost choked himself with emotion. His parents…he would finally know about them. His wild thoughts would finally rest and he would get his answers. He looked at his aunt and nodded eagerly.

"You are just like them, sweetie." She said. "Both your parents could do what you can: magic."

Harry and Rose looked like fishes in a pond, their mouths opening and closing with no words coming out.

"When I and your mother were young, Lily would show me her little bits of magic," she then looked at Rose, "Like you do. She loved playing in the forest behind our house because there were a lot of flowers out there. She would sit there all day and make them fly and bloom. I was…mean to her," she added reluctantly, "Because I was upset that she could do it and I couldn't. I'm terribly sorry I did that but…anyway…" she continued, as if from a distant memory. "When she turned eleven, she got a letter from a school, a school where they teach how to control your magic." She said her eyes twinkling with childish excitement.

Harry and Rose's mouths hung open as if they couldn't believe what they just heard. Of course, they weren't at blame.

"You're joking." Rose said, hardly daring to believe.

Aunt Petunia chuckled and shook her head.

"No, I am not. She got the letter and she was told that she was accepted in the School. It's called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

The children looked like they were going to faint. A school. A school for people like them.

"It's a school where they teach you how to control your magic. They teach you how to improve. Lily always came home in summers and Christmas and showed us what she'd learned." She chuckled, again ."Turning mice into goblets, beetles into buttons… She was one of the brightest in her school. They teach them how to make potions..."

"Potions?" Harry choked out.

"Yes." She answered, smiling slightly. "I know it's hard to believe, but there are more like you out there. People who can do magic. You mum was a witch and your dad was a wizard."

Rose looked like she was going to die of excitement and happiness and Harry, his expressions were priceless. It was like he was in a dream.

"They met there you know, at Hogwarts." She said, looking at Harry.

"My-My parents?" he asked.

"Yes. They graduated and three years later, they got married, and two years later, had you." She said.

Harry couldn't believe his ears. There were more people like him and Rose, bloody hell there was a school full of people like them. He was a wizard. His parents were witch and wizard. They went to school for magic. And if he was right, he and Rose would follow.

"You mean, you knew I was a…a wizard?" he asked.

Uncle Vernon grunted and aunt Petunia nodded.

"I did." She said.

"And me?" Rose asked.

"We had no idea, you were a…a…a witch." Uncle Vernon spoke, stuttering slightly. "You see, we are not magic, flower, so we didn't think you would be…special, like your brother."

Petunia nodded.

"Your Aunt was a witch but we honestly had no idea that you would be one too." She said, and then smiled at her daughter. "But let me tell you this honey, we are incredibly proud of you, both of you."

"Why didn't you tell me before?" he asked.

His aunt's smile flattered a little.

"There are other things you don't know yet…" she said, trailing off.

"What things?" he and Rose asked together.

Petunia looked at her husband for support. He placed a hand on her shoulder and nodded. She sighed, her hands shaking a little.

"Just like there are bad people in our world, there are bad people in theirs too." She said, her voice shaking. "There was one such wizard. He was very powerful, and…evil. He hurt people and…killed them." She drew in a shaky breath. Rose clutched Harry's hand in her own.

"He was a monster. He didn't like people who didn't have magic, people like me and your dad. He killed them because of who they were." She said.

Rose bit her lip and looked at Harry. His face was taut with attention. He was hanging on every word his aunt said. She could tell he already knew where this was going. She felt bad for her brother. She squeezed his hand gently and his face relaxed a little.

"There were brave witches and wizards, like your mum and dad who fought against him. They gave him a tough fight, trying to protect the people who couldn't protect themselves." She said, and smiled as she saw Harry smile proudly.

"But he was desperate for power, and he didn't like people who didn't listen to him. So he went after them, one by one." Aunt petunia continued, her eyes starting to become glassy. "And then he came after her. It was the night of Halloween, he broke into your home and…and…killed your dad and…Lily, oh god." She choked, her body shaking because of her restrained her sobs. She put her face in her hands as uncle Vernon rubbed her arms soothingly.

Rose's eyes stung seeing her mother grieve over her sister. She looked at her brother and almost started crying openly. His eyes were brimming with tears before he hastily wiped them off with his sleeve. She could see the pain in his eyes, his muscles twitching as he tried desperately to not cry. She gently rubbed his hands and he gripped hers tighter. His parents were murdered in cold blood.

"Lily she…died trying to save you, sweetie. Oh, she loved you so much. My brave little sister." Aunt Petunia sobbed.

Harry was crushing Rose's hand in his but she didn't even flinch. The pain in her hand was nothing compared to what her mother and brother were feeling.

When her sobs resided, she looked at Harry with her red rimmed eyes, and gestured him to come closer. He let go of Rose's hand and walked over to his aunt. She took his hands in her on and gave him a watery smile.

"After he killed her…he turned to you." She flinched, but Harry stood stock still. "But then something happened and…and what was supposed to kill you got him instead. And he was gone, and you lived…with this." She said, tracing Harry's scar.

"He died?" Harry asked shakily.

"Nobody knows, honey." She said. "But something strong came in his way and saved you." She cupped his face in her hands. "Whatever that power was, I know it was too pure to be handled by a monster like him. And I thank it every single day."

Finally a sob escaped Harry and he flung his arms around his aunt and cried in her shoulder. Aunt Petunia rubbed his back and pulled him to her. This boy was her sister's son and the world be damned if she let anything hurt him.

Rose got up and threw her arms around her brother and mother and hugged them fiercely. She knew from this day on, her and Harry's lives had changed forever. They were not a normal pair of cousins; they were a witch and a wizard. They knew now that there was a place where there were more people like them, where they wouldn't be called freaks, where they would be accepted. The thought was overwhelmingly comforting. And they knew that evil existed everywhere, but then so did people like Lily and James Potter.

Harry finally pulled out of his aunt's embrace and saw Rose standing next to her father who was gently rubbing her shoulder, looking concerned himself.

"What was his name?" he asked hoarsely.

"Voldemort."

...

(3 years later)

A woman, who looked like she was in her seventies, was striding straight towards number 4, Privet Drive. She was wearing black robes, that went out of fashion in 1920s, her grey hair were up in a tight bun and had a stern look on her face, which clearly read 'mess with me on your own risk'. She walked towards the door of the house and rapped smartly on the wooden door. She heard noises inside the house as someone shuffled.

"Mum, someone's at the door!" she heard a girl's voice. That must be the Evans girl.

A woman shouted something and some more feet shuffled.

"I can't mum, if I let go of this balloon-Harry-"

"On it!" a boy shouted and the door opened.

A bespectacled boy around eleven years old, opened the door and gaped at her. He had messy hair, just like his father's and his mother's green eyes. He was wearing a blue T-shirt and jeans beneath it and looked well fed and happy. The lady smiled slightly as she looked at the younger version of James Potter.

"Uh, can I help you?" he asked, obviously thinking that this isn't the house they mentioned for costume party.

"Minerva McGonagall, Deputy headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You must be Harry James Potter?" she said briskly and almost laughed at his expression.

He was now fully, unabashedly gaping at her as he realized who she was.

"You are…you are headmistress of Hogwarts, the magic school?" he asked, like he didn't believe her the first time.

"Deputy headmistress, and yes that'd be that." She said.

"You are a witch…" he said, still disbelieving.

"Of course." She answered, amused.

"Oh my…god." He gasped. McGonagall arched her eyebrow and he audibly gulped.

"I'm so sorry, please come in." he mumbled and stepped aside, looking start struck.

"Thank you." She said and stepped inside. Harry moved forward to guide her into the living room, which was a complete mess. She saw a girl, Rose Evans if she was right, bending over a room full of balloons. She turned to look at the door and McGonagall almost gasped. The girl was a replica of Lily Potter in her years at Hogwarts. Except for the hair, she was top to bottom Lily Evans.

"Harry who-" she stopped midsentence and her eyes widened as she looked at the lady. She stood there for a few seconds, unmoving.

"Are you who I think you are?" she asked, looking at Harry.

Harry, who as grinning like a manic, nodded his head feverishly.

Rose squealed in delight and almost toppled over the balloons she had blown. McGonagall smiled a little as she looked at girl.

"That must have answered it." McGonagall said.

"I'm sorry, this… We had no idea you were coming. It's Harry's birthday tomorrow…mum's making his favourite pudding..." she rambled. McGonagall sighed and with a wave of her wand, the balloons on the floor disappeared.

Harry and Rose looked at the floor, and then at her in awe.

"Goodness." Rose finally said.

"I suggest, you might want to call your parents or guardians for this meeting." McGonagall said, as she took a seat of the living room couch. Harry scrambled out of the living room and into the kitchen hurriedly explaining the situation to his aunt while Rose called her father who was out ordering a cake.

McGonagall heard something drop in the kitchen and a shout of surprise and then hurried footsteps coming towards the living room.

"-sure, dear? Did she say?" she heard a woman speak.

"You'll see." She could practically hear the smile in Harry's voice. And the door opened and a blonde woman wearing an apron, entered with Harry. She stopped in her tracks, a look of recognition passing over her face.

"Pro-Professor McGonagall?" she asked.

McGonagall nodded and smiled slightly.

"Petunia. You were fourteen years old when I saw you last. Pleasure to meet you again." She said.

"Yes, of course." Aunt Petunia said as she smiled at the elder woman, still looking a little baffled.

"Dad, said he'll be here in five minutes." Rose said breathlessly, hardly covering her excitement. Her face was flushed red with joy and McGonagall couldn't help but feel her magic sizzling in the air. The Headmaster was right, this girl was going to be one of the most powerful witches and wizards of centuries to come. Her magic was not only powerful, it was beautiful in its' own way. She could feel the currents of her joy and excitement radiating off of her. She didn't even need to concentrate to trace it. It was there in the air, waiting to be seen.

McGonagall then looked at Harry, another powerful wizard. Although his core wasn't as strong as his sister's, it was still powerful than most. She looked at the children in front of her and her head buzzed, one was prophesied to kill the darkest wizard of all time the other holding the power to change the entire Wizarding world, both standing in the same room, completely unaware of their responsibilities and expectations that would be thrown on them soon enough. She hoped that their innocence would be preserved for long.

The door to the house burst open and a man well in his forties scrambled inside the living room carrying a huge parcel, and looked around. His eyes fell on her, then his wife, nephew and his daughter.

"What did I miss?" he gasped out.

"We were just about to get started." McGonagall replied. "Please have a seat."

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