I do not own Harry Potter only the situations in which I put them in. I also own Amy, who is not to be used by others without my permission.

Harry had remained silent all through breakfast, and when he was finished he walked outside. Harry walked the Weasley's property aimlessly thinking about the information he had just received. He had an American sister. He finally had a relative who understood what he had been through, who understood what it was like to grow up not knowing their past, and most importantly, who understood the pain and torture caused by Voldemort.

Harry had hardly realized that he had walked to the edge of the Weasley's property where back a couple of years ago, he, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and the twins had played Quidditch. He stopped in the middle of the opening and sat down on the grass letting the sun's warm, golden rays warm his body and hopefully help him to relax. Looking around the old field, Harry wondered if his sister knew how to play Quidditch or if she was like Hermione and did not care for it. He sat there in the same spot for he did not know how long wondering what his sister was like. Was she pretty or homely? Was she a good witch or was she average? Did she know she was really British and not American? Would being a different nationality than him cause problems between them? Was she like their mother or father? Did she act like him or would she be completely opposite? Harry pondered these questions and so many more that he did not realize that Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had all walked up behind him.

"Harry," Hermione said trying to get his attention, "are you alright?"

Harry started and looked wildly around searching for the source of the voice. When his eyes settled on the other three he loosened up a bit and smiled, "Yeah, I'm alright. I was just thinking."

"Oh, I wish Dumbledore wouldn't have kept your sister a secret from us," Ginny said, sitting beside Harry in the grass. Taking on a more cheerful voice Ginny added, "At least we'll probably get to meet her this year. Do you think McGonagall will summon her to Hogwarts to help us?"

"I don't know," Harry said thoughtfully.

"It's going to be weird though," Ron interjected, crossing his arms and looking at Harry. "I never thought we would have two Potters."

"Why is that so weird, Ron," Hermione asked him in an annoyed tone. "I think it's great that Harry has a sibling who understands him."

"How do we know she'll understand me though, Hermione," Harry asked, with his anxiety rising. "She's American. We've grown up thousands of miles apart. How do you know that she'll understand us or me for that matter?"

"Oh, Harry," Hermione snapped loosing her patience, "so she's American, that doesn't make her an alien! She has feelings and she may just remember a little of her life here in Britain."

"I wouldn't be so sure," Ron said, now taking a seat in the grass beside Ginny. "Dumbledore's letter said that Amelia was eleven months younger than Harry. If Harry was a year old when his parents died, Amelia would have only been a month old."

"That's true," Ginny piped in, nodding in agreement, "but that was such a traumatic event that she could possibly have some fuzzy memories."

Harry nodded. What had been excitement upon learning he had a sister slowly started to turn into fear. Ron was right; Amelia would have only been a month old at the time of their parents' murder. She could not be expected to remember any of her life in Britain. As far as Amelia knew, she was an American and nothing else.

Hermione kneeled down next to Harry when she saw the fear in his eyes, "Don't worry, Harry. Even if she doesn't remember her life here, that doesn't make her less of a sister. She is the only magical family you have left; you must meet her and talk to her."

"What if she doesn't want to meet me, Hermione," Harry asked staring her straight in the eyes. "What if she's comfortable being an American with her grandfather, and she doesn't want to be tied with anyone from her distant past? What if she doesn't want any part of this war? She might feel like this has nothing to do with her, and she may not want to come! To her none of this exists, I don't exist."

With that Harry got up and walked away from his friends, and back towards the Weasley's house where he had some questions to ask of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

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"Hey, Gramps," Amy said happily as she sat in the chair opposite her grandfather's desk. "Where are we eating?"

"I thought we would go to the Blue Jay Diner," Eli suggested.

"We haven't been there in ages," Amy said excitedly, her eyes starting to twinkle with memories. "The last time we ate there we were celebrating me getting a job as a full time Auror."

"That was the last time, wasn't it," Eli thought out loud, furrowing his brow trying to remember.

Amy nodded. However, as she thought about all the times they had went to the Diner, it had had something to do with a special occasion. Amy could not possibly think of an occasion that was today. It was not either of their birthdays, neither he nor she had got a raise or anything job related, no one had died that they knew, or a couple at work had not had a child. Amy was puzzled so she asked, "Why are we going to the Diner for? Has something happened that I don't know about?"

Eli turned his attention to the ceiling and replied without looking at her, "I guess you could say that."

Amy was as confused now as ever, but she shrugged it off and guessed she would just have to wait.

She and her grandfather left the office five minutes later and started their trek towards the Blue Jay Diner that was about six blocks up from the AMG (which looked like an out of business shopping mall to Muggles). Amy and Eli walked side by side until they reached the Diner and sat opposite each other in a booth they had been shown to by one of the hottest waiters Amy had ever seen. Eli cleared his throat as he noticed her staring after him with one eyebrow arched which meant she was thinking about something. When Amy heard him, she reluctantly looked away and picked up a menu to cover up her face which felt rather warm despite the cool air in the Diner.

Ten minutes later they had placed their order and had made small talk until Eli figured it was time to tell her.

"Amy," Eli started out nervously, "you know I love you more than anything in the world and there is nothing that could ever change that."

At these words Amy's face turned from happy to expressionless in a split second. She felt that the rug was going to be pulled out from under her so to speak. She listened intently as Eli blundered on, "And you know that I try to keep you up to date with everything, and I would never dream of disappointing you---,"

"Oh, for Heaven's sake," Amy growled, loosing her patience with him beating around the bush, "would you just come out and say what you want to say for the love of it."

Eli stared at her for a few moments hesitating on whether to say what he needed to or not, and he wondered just how he would say it.

Choosing his words carefully, Eli whispered so that Amy had to lean in to hear, "I received a letter from a lady called Professor Minerva McGonagall. She is the Headmistress of a school in Britain called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She contacted me the other day to tell me what has been going on in magical Britain, and well, they are in the mist of a war against the Dark Lord Voldemort, and they need all the help they can get. I was wondering if maybe you wouldn't like to go and help them out with this."

Amy continued staring at him with her mouth slightly open. So this was all the hassle to merely request that she help an Allie country with a war against evil? Amy had helped many countries fight for their freedom in some form, and when Eli had asked her to go fight those he had just come out and said it. Why was he acting all weird over this war?

"Okay," Amy whispered slowly, "but why are you acting all funny? How is this war different from any other I've ever fought in?"

"Well," Eli said carefully, "you are tied to this war in more ways than you know."

"What do you mean," Amy asked confused.

"I mean," Eli said, "that you are tied to Britain in more ways than you know."

"I'm not trying to be ditzy here," Amy growled, starting to get annoyed with his dancing-around-the-truth jig, "but I still don't know what you're freakin' talking about!"

Eli sighed, "Amy, you were born in Britain, and when your parents died a man named Albus Dumbledore brought you over here to America to find a suitable home for you. He came to the AMG and stumbled across me. He thought that I would be the perfect guardian for you. I fell in love with you the moment I laid eyes on you."

She was wide eyed with her mouth hanging open as finished by saying, "Amy, you are adopted."