So this is the big turning pont in the storyyyyyy! I hope it makes sense... I tried to tie it in with the actual books so that it's actually believeable. I mean, in the series they never mention James Potter having... SPOILER ALERT. Not gonna say anything else. Review/message to give me more ideas! Hope you like it!

"Miss Boyd, Mr. Potter, do come in," Professor Dumbledore said warmly. He procured two chintz armchairs with a wave of his wand and set them down in front of his desk, which was teeming with strange instruments. Harry dropped right into a chair, but I awkwardly remained standing, surveying the room.

"Have a seat, Natalie. I don't intend to bite you." Dumbledore said, an amused twinkle in his eyes.

I sat down slowly and looked at Harry for some kind of peer support, but he was gazing at Dumbledore as though he was some sort of God. Several silent seconds ticked by, and each one felt like an eternity on its' own.

"Did you enjoy the feast?" Dumbledore asked. Harry and I nodded. "It's always lovely to come back to Hogwarts to eat meals."

My leg was jiggling uncontrollably and my patience was shot.

"Sorry, er, Headmaster, but why exactly are we here?" I asked. I expected Dumbledore to tell me off, but his eyes crinkled from behind his half-moon spectacles.

"I was wondering when one of you would inquire about that." he said, still smiling. My heart thudded and I took a huge breath.

"Well, I'll simply begin by saying that you, Natalie, are not a Muggle- born witch. You do have wizarding parentage"

I stared at him. That couldn't be right. My parents were both Muggles – very Muggle-y Muggles. My dad was an accountant and my mother a chiropractor.

"You were adopted at around two years old, when your father died. He was a wizard. Your mother, however, was a Muggle."

I was still stunned. "W-what does that have to do with Harry?" I asked slowly, taking time to pronounce all my words.

Dumbledore smiled again. "You see, your father was Daniel Potter, James Potter's younger brother. As you know, James is Harry's father."

"Was", Harry muttered.

I shook my head. "No. No way. This can't be true."

"Yeah! My dad never had a brother." Harry piped up.

"That's what the world thought." Dumbledore replied. "James' family was pure-blood, and thus very well-respected and proud of their blood status. Daniel was second born, not as intelligent, nor as attractive." Dumbledore paused. "I hope you don't take offence to that, Natalie."

I stared blankly at him. "This is too much."

"I want to hear it," Harry interrupted. "There's always so much rubbish people seem to hide from me,"

Well then if it's such rubbish then how do you know it's true?" I argued, tears springing to my eyes.

"You really think the Headmaster would lie to you?" Harry said sarcastically.

"I don't know what to think." I said quietly. "Turns out my while fucking life had been a lie. What's one more?"

"May I continue?" Dumbledore asked calmly. I wiped my eyes and faced him. "I know, Natalie, that this must be especially difficult for you, but you must hear the entire story, and that was only the beginning." He looked at me kindly and I nodded slightly.

"The Potters wanted to keep Daniel a secret because by the time his eleventh birthday had occured, he hadn't demonstrated any sign of magic. It became apparent when no Hogwarts acceptance letter came that he was a Squib."

My dad had been a Squib? "Wouldn't that mean that I am too?"
"Well clearly you're a witch." Harry's tone was still filled with sarcasm.

"Yes, Natalie, Harry vaguely has a point." said Dumbledore. "No matter whether your father was a Squib or not, he was still a wizard. But back to the story now, shall we?" He said, almost in a cheerful tone.

"Daniel knew he wasn't wanted, and he lived not unlike how Harry lives with the Dursleys now. As soon as he came of age, he left home and went to a Muggle school I am sure you are both familiar with; a university. He believed he was better suited for a life completely void of magic. That was how he met your mother, Natalie. They were married after they graduated and quite soon had you. Little did they know that two months later a certain boy would be born"

I glanced at Harry's expressionless face and tried to smile, but the corners of my mouth refused to pull up.

"James told Lily everything, of course, and she insisted that they get in touch. I believe Harry, that she was thinking of the relationship with her own sibling, and didn't want it to also be the same with your father and his brother.

"So owl upon owl was sent back and forth until things were resolved. Your families became close, and when you were both very young, you played together."

"And then Voldemort killed my parents." Harry said in a flat voice. I nearly fell off my chair. I had never heard anyone say You-Know-Who's name before; it felt like a Bludger had hit me in the stomach.

"Yes, to put it bluntly, that is what happened. Daniel became so distraught that he ended his life before anyone else could. Your mother, Natalie, left you at an orphanage and fled. She didn't want anyone to know about your family, for fear that you would also be a target."

"Why tell us now?" I asked, upset.

"I only uncovered this information this past summer. Your birth mother wrote to me, as she assumed you have been attending Hogwarts. I spoke to her in person, and she told be everything." Dumbledore replied.

"So my mum's still alive?" I asked excitedly. I had an actual mother somewhere.

"Yes, but I advise you not to go looking for her. She only wished to make sure you are well, nothing further," Dumbledore said, holding my gaze. I drooped considerably. Why wouldn't she want to meet me?

"Well, I'll assume you both want to get back to your friends, so I'll finish there." he said, standing up. Harry and I followed suit, walking numbly to the door. I felt as though I was watching from outside my body. Dumbledore saw us out, but stopped as we went through the doorway.

"One more thing. I am quite aware I won't be able to stop you from telling your closest friends, but please do not tell anyone else. It could be a great danger." I nodded, now feeling worse than I had when I had first entered the office. You-Know-Who might come after me now? That was what Dumbledore implied. We left the spiral staircase and Harry looked at me.

"So, er, cuz?" he said.

I laughed weakly. "Cuz."