-1You're Not Alone

Chapter-3-I Have A What Now?

Harry's eyes snapped open the next morning. He had another dream. But this was different. It wasn't a nightmare. And it wasn't your everyday average dream. This dream felt so real. Sure Harry had had dreams of his parents before, but never was their another baby in the picture.

Harry thought of one of the scenes he had seen. He was on the floor crying silently to himself. He was looking for someone. Someone he knew he needed. Someone who was very special to him. He crossed the floor. A sound came out of his mouth. It sounded like, "Juh".

That's when another baby came out from behind the playpen and hugged him. Harry felt his lips smile and hugged the other baby back. He had never been happier in his life to see that baby.

This was where it got weird. The room turned to black and then Harry suddenly felt himself growing. But he still held onto the baby.

"Don't leave me."

"I'm not," a female voice told him.

When he had stopped growing he noticed he was the same age he was now. When he felt himself holding onto something he let go and looked down at another person.

"Mum?"

"Not quite."

"Who are you?" he asked the girl standing beside him.

The girl cried silent tears. "It's okay, Harry," she said. "I'm not to good at this and I can't stay long."

Harry couldn't see her face. The girl wore a velvet black cloak and the hood was over her head. "I know you!" Harry pointed to her.

"You do?" the girl smiled. "That's good. But I have to go now. I just came by to check on you."

"Wait," Harry screamed. "Let me see your face. What's your name?"

"Jessie."

"Jessie? Do I know you?"

The girl just smiled. She walked up to Harry and pulled back her hood just to reveal the same shade green eyes as his. Harry gasped. They were even the same shape.

"Who are you?" he asked again.

"Isn't good to know you have someone watching over you?" the girl smiled and she kissed his cheek.

"Huh?"

"I have to go. I hope you feel a little more comfort." And she was gone.

That was when Harry woke up. He rubbed his cheek where the girl had kissed him. He could still feel her lips. "I hope you feel a little more comfort." Those words rang in his head. And at that moment, Harry smiled. He did feel good. He felt like if Voldemort were to appear in his room, he could kill him with one simple word without his wand.

He got up and began to dress himself knowing Dumbledore would call for him soon. Although the sun had not even risen yet.

Jessie woke up. A smile spread on her lips. Harry was okay. Hurt, yes. But he was still okay. Everything was right with the world. Well not really, Jessie was only a floor above Harry. She could go see him right now, in fact she probably should. But she decided it'd be best to wait for Dumbledore. The man had not steered her wrong yet

"Ready to go eat?" Hermione asked Ron and Harry.

"Hang on," Harry said and ran up to his room to grab something. He came back down with his photo album.

"Okay, let's go."

And the three left.

At the table, Harry filed through the pages so slowly, Ron wondered if his glasses were working.

"What or who, I should say, are you looking for?" Ron asked him.

"No one," Harry answered. "Just someone."

"That makes a lot of since."

It took Harry his whole breakfast hour before he finally finished the album. He was about to go through it again when the bell rang and they had to leave. "Did you find the someone who you weren't looking for?" Ron asked as they walked.

"No," Harry sighed.

"How much since did that make?" Ron muttered to himself.

"Harry Potter?"

The three turned around. "Yes Professor?" said Harry to Dumbledore.

"I would like you to come with me," said Dumbledore. "We have something to discuss."

"I didn't do anything," Harry began. "Yet, anyway."

Dumbledore smiled. "This does not concern your record, Harry, yet. Your friends may come if they wish. But they must wait outside my office."

Harry looked at his friends. They nodded. Then he turned back to Dumbledore and said, "Alright."

They arrived at the gargoyle, Dumbledore said the password and he and Harry walked in. Harry took a seat in front of his desk.

"Don't worry about your classes or Miss Granger's or Mr. Weasley's. I will see to it that your professor's know where you are."

"Thank you, professor."

No one said anything. Dumbledore just looked at Harry and Harry looked right back. "Uh. . . sir? You wanted to speak with me?"

"Oh right of course," said Dumbledore. "Where to begin?"

Harry didn't say anything. But after another minute went by of no one saying anything more Harry said, "Professor, it's okay. You can tell me later."

He got up to leave but then he heard. "No," Harry turned. "Please, this cannot wait. It's just, well for once in life I am not sure if I am doing the right thing." Harry took his seat again. "Right. Harry. Listen. What I am going to tell you may come as a shock."

"No offence, or anything Professor," said Harry. "but everything you tell me comes as a shock."

"Yes." Dumbledore took in a deep breath. "Harry. You have a . . . a twin sister."

This changed the mood very quickly. Right away Harry burst out laughing. He had to grab the desk to keep from falling out of his chair. When he thought he had gathered himself together he looked at Dumbledore and began laughing again. Tears were streaming down the sides of his face.

"I-I'm sorry-Professor," he laughed. "But, you are aware that you're too early for April fools."

Dumbledore didn't say anything. He gave Harry a very stern and serious look. Harry's jaw dropped. "Oh my god. You're serious?"

Dumbledore nodded.

"But-how?" Harry stood up. Dumbledore noticed the album he was carrying. Harry turned back to him. "I'm sorry professor, but until I get some proof, I can't believe you. I'm kind of wondering why I am still sitting here."

"You want proof?" Dumbledore said in a voice that Harry had never heard. "Give me your album."

Harry did so reluctantly. Dumbledore opened the album. "Did you already have a dream?"

"A dream?" asked Harry. "About what?" Dumbledore didn't say anything. Harry knew what he was talking about. "There was this girl he began. But I couldn't see her face."

Dumbledore smiled. "So Miss Potter has been using her twins gift, has she?"

"Miss Potter? Twins gift? What now?"

"Harry," Dumbledore began. "You know, as well as everyone else does. That twins are connected by an invisible force. Muggle and wizard alike. They can feel what the other is feeling. They know what the other knows. And if they practice, they can talk to each other in their dreams."

Harry felt his blood boil. But then the dream came back to him. And the way the girl in the black velvet cloak had kissed him. He relaxed.

Dumbledore opened the album. "I already looked in there," Harry spoke. "There's no picture of her."

"Oh but there is. You just have to know where and how to look."

Dumbledore turned to the back cover. he ran his finger nail over it. And from what Harry could see, a pocket line was forming. Dumbledore reached in it, pulled out a picture and gave it to Harry.

Harry took it while muttering, "Now why didn't I think of that," and looked at it. It was like all his other pictures except for one person. His mother was holding him but his father was holding someone else. Another baby. Slightly thinner than him.

The baby in the picture took hold of Harry's hand and held onto it and wouldn't let go. Harry looked back at Dumbledore. So many feelings were inside him right now. Anger, hatred, confusion, love, and when you put all those together, you get a feeling that doesn't have a name.

Harry opened his mouth to speak. "Who is she?" he asked quietly.

"Jessie Potter. Your older twin sister."

Harry suddenly stood up, "You're serious?"

"Harry I would not joke about this. You are not the only Potter alive. You still have family besides Sirius."

Hearing this suddenly filled Harry with so much anger. "WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME?! WHY DO YOU ALL HAVE TO LIE TO ME AND TREAT ME LIKE A LITTLE KID?! I'M SIXTEEN! I CAN HANDLE IT LIKE AN ADULT!"

"And an adult would handle it by screaming?" Dumbledore questioned.

Harry looked at the floor then back at the headmaster. How he loathed him right now.
He wanted to yell some more, but instead he said, "When can I meet her?" A big part of him still did not believe his professor.

"Right now if you wish."

Harry's heart pounded. "Right now? As in, this very second." He was beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, Dumbledore wasn't lying. Dumbledore nodded. "Y-yes. I would. Please, bring this Jessie girl out."

"You don't believe me do you?"

Harry could feel his temper rising. "I won't believe anything, not even this picture until I see her."

"Very well. Jessy, come down please."

Harry looked up as a girl walked down the small spiral staircase in the head master's office. His heart was pounding. Sweat trickled down his forehead and his palms were sweaty. When at last the girl finally walked up to him and looked him in the eye, time stopped.

She had his eyes. His father's eyes. She was shorter than him. She had his mother's lips and her style of hair. His eyes traveled to her forehead.

"I don't have one."

Her voice was soothing, but strong. It reminded him of his mother so much.

Harry suddenly had tears running down his cheeks. "J-Jessie?" he choked.

She nodded and her eyes were beginning to water also. And in a flash they were hugging each other. Harry knew he should be angry, he knew he should ask questions, he knew he should not be hugging this strange girl. But that moment, he knew she was family.