Disclaimer: I own nothing. JK Rowling owns every idea or character with some exceptions including my own characters, some of the plot and some ideas. Usually all will be mentioned in an Author's note at the end of every chapter.

A/N: This is the time skip to when Harry meets his family. You guys will probably get confused when the chapter starts since this is where the actual story begins. It will make sense. The reason why I haven't described characters' appearances much yet is because I'm waiting until Harry and Lillian meet each other so I could write what Harry thinks of Lillian's friends/ family and then what Lillian thinks of Harry's friends/teachers.

Enjoy.


Chapter 3: Family Reunion

August 28 1991 – One week before Hogwarts School Year

Petunia Dursley woke up to the sweet, sincere sound of a bird's chorus and the warm sunlight bathing her and her husband's large bedroom. It slowly edged from across the room towards their large, queen-sized, four-poster bed. To this day, how it has supported the weight of the land whale named Vernon Dursley for five years is a mystery.

The Dursley mother sighed and grinned. This is the day that she had been waiting for and after eleven years, it had finally come. Today was a very special day for the Dursleys; it is the day that they would be freed from their burden, from that monster that lived in the cupboard under the stairs. Today was like Independence Day, the fourth of July; the day good people had the chance to be their own.

Petunia compared this day to the popular American holiday that celebrated their escape from the British. It had been bad for her country but she would be lying if she said that it wasn't such an inspiring story. She was convinced that her family's story was similar to that of how the British colonies in America became the United States. Her family would finally be lifted from the clutches of a monster that was the bane of their existence. Many would agree with one thing about Petunia's perspective, her family was as big as a whole country.

Unbeknownst to Petunia, the two days are also similar but for a different reason. Today is the day Harry Potter would be reunited with his parents. It is the day he would finally return to where he belongs and escape from his relative's tyranny. He had endured and survived through eleven years of torture and abuse from his so-called aunt and uncle.

Petunia carefully stood up from her sitting position on the bed making sure not to disturb her snoring husband's slumber, wrapped herself up in her night robes and hurriedly made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen. Slowing down her pace, she tiptoed next to the spot where the cupboard resided and hurried to her destination.

Carefully boiling some hot water and getting the ingredients from the pantry, Petunia brewed a pot of coffee and enjoyed the silence the morning provided. She took a whiff of her steaming beverage and took a small sip from her mug.

"Ding DONG!'

She spat her freshly made drink onto the kitchen bench due to the sudden racket that broke her peaceful moment. 'What great timing,' she thought. It must be her freakish sister and her equally freaky husband waiting to pick their son up. It was never too early to get rid of him but did they have to disturb her ritual?

Muttering various curses under her breath, Petunia went and shuffled over to the front door and opened it. She masked her distaste for the couple at the door and put on the best, caring-aunt façade that she could muster.

"Hi, guys. How have you been?"

Lily and James smiled politely at Lily's only sister and their son's caretaker for eleven years. "Hi, Petunia. We've been doing great. Is Harry with you?" Not wanting to be around for much longer, Lily greeted Petunia and asked for her son's whereabouts. She knew that her sister had always been jealous of her magical abilities and disliked the fact that she had been able to attend Hogwarts while Petunia was stuck in the London. Over the years, that jealousy grew to hate of all things to do with the magical world to the point where Petunia blatantly denied the existence of the abnormal society.

Petunia told the couple to wait by the closed door and retrieved Harry who was already awake, waiting on the couch. With him was a small briefcase the size of his chest that contained all of his belongings.

"Boy, your parents are waiting. I suggest that you never come back after this. Now go."

Harry stood up from his seat, grabbed his pack and walked towards the front door after glancing at his aunt. Petunia's cold words had no effect on him and he sent a soul-chilling gaze that left Petunia attempting to hide her quaking body. Harry grasped the brass knob and pulled the door open giving him the first sight of his parents for eleven years.

James waited nervously for his son just like his wife. He wanted to make a good first impression that Harry would remember. He had only spent ten days with his son and that was when he was only a mere crying and babbling babe. He shifted on his spot and adjusted the tie that was part of his muggle attire. Lily and him were trying to ease their son into their world slowly since it was a lot to take in according to his wife's story of when she first leaned of her abilities.

Seeing a silhouette behind the door's glass, James exhaled nervously, combed his hair and stopped his jumpiness. There standing at the entrance, was a child who looked healthy but also looked like he hasn't seen the sun or slept for how-many days. The person's skin was as pale as the moon and looked like it was cold to touch. His cheekbones showed but not enough that he looked like he was starved. His lips were as red as blood glowing in comparison to his skin. His green eyes calculating and analytical the colour reminding James of the curse, Avada Kedavra. Dark rings were visible under his eyes indicating his lack of sleep.

The kid stood at about five feet, his height was decent up to the point where he was actually tall for his age. His posture was relaxed yet on guard showing no signs of a slouch. His last defining characteristics were his hair and clothing. The boy's hair was untamed but stayed close to his face not sticking out or curling upwards. It was styled so that it covered his forehead and looked neat even without getting a haircut for a long amount of time. He was dressed in a grey trench coat, black pants, brown boots and a grey button-up shirt.

James discerned that this person was in fact his son from the green, glowing iris peering from half-lidded eyes. He moved to engulf Harry in a hug but was shocked when he stepped back into the house. Slowly bringing his arms back to his side, James thought that introductions were in order and cleared his throat.

"Hi Harry. It's…been so long. We're your parents and we'd like you to come home with us."

James gestured between him and Lily when he introduced themselves as his parents. Harry maintained his nonchalant gaze and replied in an almost monotonous tone.

"Hello, mum, dad."

Lily was crying and almost sobbed when she heard her baby's voice. Of course she was never there to actually listen to Harry's actual first words since he was only ten days old when Dumbledore dropped him off at the Dursleys doorstep. She covered her mouth and rushed at her son before he had time to evade. She wrapped her arms around him and noted that he was almost up to her head, his hair tickling her nose. She breathed in his scent and held him tight.

Harry was surprised when his mother, in a quick motion, hugged him. It felt strange to be hugged since it had never happened to him before. His body stiffened at human contact due to instinct and years of abuse. He willed himself to calm down and convinced his body that Lily meant no ill will. James noticed Harry's discomfort and slowly detached his wife from his son's form.

Seeing as his son was quite young and probably would not be able to carry his entire luggage – James assumed that he had more – he went to offer some assistance.

"Hey son, let me carry your stuff for you."

Harry responded quickly and hid his briefcase behind him, away from James' reaching hands. "I am quite capable of carrying my own belongings, thank you for the offer however."

James smiled at his son, happy that he was quite independent but sad that he wasn't able to help out but then thought of another way. "Well, at least let me carry the rest of your things for you."

"What I have is what I own," Harry said, "If we can, I would like to go now."

James and Lily was a taken aback by the amount of Harry's possessions. They had expected a bit more than what he has, at least two more large suitcases. James got out of his small moment of surprise and led his son to the beautifully conjured muggle invention that they call a car. It was a black Rolls Royce to be exact.

Harry opened the door himself and stepped in the car, taking the middle backseat. James went to the side closest to the road and stepped in the driver's seat after opening the door for his wife. The Potters then took one last look at Number 4 Privet Drive and drove up the bend between the lampposts and ordinary houses in the normal neighbourhood.

The trip had been silent and awkward for the most part. James was trying to drive the unfamiliar ride and focused all of his attention on the road. This did not allow him to make small talk with his son. Lily however, was putting all of her attention on making eye contact with Harry through the mirror. Her attempts at starting a conversation failed miserably since Harry was just staring out of the window at the passing buildings and parks of muggle London.

Harry however, was not bothered by the silence and enjoyed looking at the outside world. He had never ventured far from the house and his school so this was new territory for him. He found it amusing that he was about to go to a world that most people don't think exist yet he hasn't even explored this one. He feels that he has skipped an important part of his life as a child but ignored the sensation.

His thoughts went from the scenery to his parents. It was a surprise to learn that his parents were going to take him back and was a bit angered by their sudden notice of his existence. Why haven't they tried to raise him themselves? Harry briefly remembered flashes of light and the sound of a woman's screams from long ago but he couldn't discern whether it was a vague memory or just dreams and hallucinations. 'I guess I'll just have to find out later,' he thought.

Finally arriving at their destination, the Potter trio left the car and stepped out onto the pavement much to James' relief of never having to drive again and Lily's annoyance of not talking to Harry. The ride was unpleasant for the couple but Harry was indifferent towards the journey.

Facing the row of shops that they parked next to, Harry's gaze landed on a small pub sandwiched between a music shop and a bookshop, Both stores were much more appealing to the eye, with the music shop's shiny black tones and the bookshop's glass windows that showed the glowing interior of the place. The pub had a generic English pub appearance from its red brick walls and wooden door. The place, even with its bland look, gave off a homely and inviting vibe.

James walked up to the door and opened it for his two family members. Lily waited for Harry to go before entering. He looked around the place in a mixture of awe and confusion. The place looked much bigger inside than it looked outside. After ten seconds of thinking, Harry deduced that magic enlarged the place.

"Hey Tom. How's the business?" James approached a man standing behind the bench, cleaning a piece of glass with hovering drink-mixers shaking behind him. Meanwhile, Lily took a seat and ordered a yellowish beverage from one of the waiters.

Tom, the pub's owner, was a middle-aged man who had a pear shaped face and puffy, pompadour styled hair. He had wrinkles at the edge of his eyes that became more visible when he smiled. The man gave off a welcoming aura, which is why many witches and wizards loved to come to the Leaky Cauldron.

"Back already James. That was pretty quick."

"Yeah. This is Harry he's my son."

"Oh. He looks like you but he has Lily's eyes."

"Yeah. It's a tad darker though."

"He's the complete opposite of Lillian."

James laughed. "Well, they both have one thing in common."

"What."

"They're definitely going to be heartbreakers in the future."

The two men talked about the weather and businesses but mostly about an upcoming Auror in the department. Alex something-or-rather. Harry backtracked to something the bartender and owner of the pub said. Who's Lillian? The name sounded familiar but not just because it's like his mother's name. He dismissed it and instead focused on the people in the Leaky Cauldron.

Witches and Wizards sure dressed differently from Muggles. They wore mostly dark toned robes while the non-magical population preferred a good old shirt and pants. The technology was also a couple of decades behind. Sure there were some machinery that was not present in the Muggle world but the place still used a lot of candles and had Victorian style furniture and buildings. Nothing really ran on electricity and Harry was not sure if there was even electricity in this world.

'I guess having magic must have made mages lazy and have a fixed set of thinking,' Harry thought. He scanned the place again and found that there were a lot of customers. 'This place must be a popular stop for everyone.'

"Alright, I'll have your butterbeer shipment delivered before noon." Tom called out to James who was walking back to Lily who had just finished her drink and was holding Harry by the shoulder.

"Thanks. I'll have your payment sent when it comes. Have a nice day."

The trio walked outside through the backdoor and into an ally with the pub's wall behind them and a brick wall to the front and the sides. James grabbed his wand from his pocket and transfigured his and Lily's clothes into everyday wizard wear. Expecting Harry to be gaping at the sight, James was slightly disappointed when his son just stood there with a blank look on his face.

Getting over the anti-climactic response that he had gotten, James walked to the center of the front wall and tapped five adjacent bricks around a hole. The sequence started with tapping the brick above the gap, then the brick to the right of the gap, then the brick opposite of that, then the brick below the hole and lastly the brick to the left of the previous one. Harry stored the memory away for later labelling it to be important.

The brick wall opened in a wave like motion that started from the bricks that were tapped and ended at about a meter away from the sidewalls. The bricks seemed to part like a mouth or the Red Sea when a powerful mage from long ago commanded it to.

"Hey, kiddo. Welcome to Diagon Ally." The opening of the bricks revealed a long pathway where a settlement of shops, stalls and stands stood at either side of the walkway. The place was buzzing with activity and many magical citizens were found rushing around, coming out of shops or going into one. There were many groups of people but Harry noticed that many of them were families carrying books, feathers, pots and robes.

'Must be stationary or something for the coming school year.'

Harry thought correctly. With school being one week away, shops were lowering the prices of many stock items to attract attention from the hundreds of eager customers that were sure to come. James and Lily looked at the interest and curiosity in their son's eyes and were proud of themselves for finally getting some kind of reaction from him even if they did it indirectly. Before Harry could ask any questions about the little market district, James and Lily interrupted him.

"Harry, would you like to go and meet some people before we buy your supplies?"

Harry looked at both his parents with confusion and slight disinterest. He did not find the thought of more interaction with strangers pleasant. "Are they of any importance?"

"Well, we both would like to think so. These two are very special people. You'll find that they'll be very important to you."

"And why is that?"

"You'll find out."

James grabbed his son when he was about to say something but was cut off quickly when Harry felt a, unusual squeezing sensation around his body. His vision became blurry but found that it was not his eyesight but his surroundings that were causing it. After what felt like a few minutes to him was actually just three seconds to the outside world.

"What in the world was that?" Harry gasped as he fell on his knees hitting loose gravel. His temporary lose of perfect vision was gone and was replaced with a slight throbbing sensation in his head.

"Sorry about that. It was called Apparition. Don't worry; what you're feeling right now is normal since it's your first time. It's a good thing that you didn't vomit though," James explained to his son.

After standing up, Harry found himself on a gravelly road that circled around a fountain with a similar design to his school's. He saw a wide expanse of rolling grasslands and a forest in the distance. The gravel road led to a dirt one that disappeared in the horizon.

"Turn around Harry."

He did as he was told and met the sight of an enormous mansion that was probably big enough to house eleven families comfortably. It looked pristine and grand even though it was built a thousand years ago according to a plaque on the fountain. 'Potter Manor, huh.'

"This is your new home. Now, let's go inside."

James and Lily waited for Harry who was reluctant to go inside, his mind telling him that it was some sort of trap. Years of experience with these kinds of situations did not end well for him. 'It'll be like ripping off a band aid.' Harry pushed the double doors open and found an extravagant ballroom with two staircases at the far side, six pillars that went up to the dome-like ceiling and a stage to the side. There were two double doors, both positioned behind the staircases on the farthest wall. The room's corners were occupied by statues and potted plants.

"Come. Let's go see those two people shall we?" James and Lily both walked along either side of Harry and led him up the flight of stairs and into a hallway. James left his side and went to the end of the corridor. He opened the room to his left and beckoned for Harry to come. Lily walked behind him as he approached the room, the walls hiding its contents.

Once Harry was standing under the doorway, he saw two children inside a nursery. One was reading a book and the other was a sleeping baby in a crib. The eldest of the two looked up and met his gaze. She looked to be around his age and was quite pretty. She was wearing a blue dress, no sleeves, fitted with a black belt and a hair band on her forehead. The girl's luscious, red hair fell and framed her face and her pink lips were slightly parted. Her chocolate brown eyes, which she inherited from James, were behind a pair of reading glasses, which sat on her cute button nose.

'Who's she?' Harry thought.

Lillian was quietly reading in the nursery of her baby sister who was born a month ago. She was waiting for her parents to come home after they said that they were both going out to run an errand. She occupied her time by reading her favourite book, Valerian Valour.

Suddenly, the doors opened and she smiled at the form of her father who was gesturing for someone to come over. She assumed that her father wanted someone to meet her. 'Probably another suitor,' she thought but wondered why her father was so happy about the situation. She went back to reading her book, which she hopefully thought would help turn the boy away due to the action's disrespect and disinterest towards him.

A figure stood under the doorway but made no move to kiss her hand or even greet her. Curiously, she looked up and met his gaze. He looked to be around her age and was quite tall too. He was wearing Muggle attire consisting of a knee-length, open, grey, trench coat showing his grey button-up shirt, black pants and brown boots.

His mesmerising, green eyes looked at hers, his blood red lips looked tantalising and stood out from his pale skin. His messy hair added to his rouge-ish handsomeness. Lillian was captivated by the boy's appearance.

Her first thoughts were, 'Who's he?'

The two children just stared at each other, one in interest and the other in curiosity. James spoke up and placed his hand on Lillian's shoulder while Lily placed hers on Harry's.

"Lillian, meet your twin. Harry this is Lillian and Rosaline, they are your sisters." James said in happiness. After eleven years, his family was complete once again. Lily also smiled at the sight in joy almost crying.

Lillian was shocked. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was agape in disbelief. She had a brother, a twin no less, who had been gone for eleven years. The first boy she looked at that she thought was actually good-looking turned out to be her brother. How come she's never heard about him before and why had he only come now? Where has he been all this time? Many more thoughts went through her mind but they were mostly about the unfairness of the situation and her parent's decision to only introduce Harry to her now.

Harry had slightly different thoughts from his sister. 'So, I have a sister. That's pretty nice.' He despised his parents for keeping him apart from his sister, his twin no less. He felt fiercely protective of her all of a sudden, which confused Harry greatly. He had never met Lillian before but he felt a small connection to her, like he found a piece that was missing from him all this time. Unknowingly, Lillian felt the same towards him.

"Hello." Lillian managed to squeak out managing to halt Harry's thoughts. She was very nervous and was slightly panicking and worrying whether she had something on her face or if her hair was a mess. She stood as she greeted him.

"Hi, I'm Harry. It's a pleasure to meet you." Harry responded to her words and bowed slightly. He walked up to her and kissed her hand. Even if he wasn't raised right, he taught himself some manners and proper etiquette that was expected from a gentleman.

The sound of a baby's coos took the attention of the room's occupants. Harry walked up to the crib and saw at his other sister's form wriggling around. He looked at his parents as if asking for permission and after receiving a nod from them both; he picked little Rosaline Potter up from her bed. The baby seemed to take a quick liking to Harry and was smiling and gurgling, some drool leaking out from her toothless mouth. For the first time in a while, Harry smiled.

James and Lily was over the moon when the saw that all three of their children got along as if they've been together their whole lives. Feeling bad that they have to interrupt the little moment, they decided to do it quickly.

"Harry, we would like to show you around the house since you'll be staying here from now on."

Harry placed Rose back in her crib much to her obvious displeasure and followed his parents out of the room. Lillian stayed and went back to her reading after waving at Harry. He nodded at her and walked of with his parents. The little tour around the enormous estate took almost two hours and it was close to noon when they had finished. During the circuit around the grounds, Harry met the Potter Manor house elves, all twelve of them, each having a name vaguely similar to Tiki such as Mini, Trity, Keeley with the exception of one named Horace. They seemed like nice creatures and enjoyed serving their masters. He was also allocated a room that was previously a guest room that seemed large enough for three people. It had been relatively empty and James told him that they would be buying new things for him soon.

Arriving back at the entrance, Lily spoke up. "Harry, we would like to have a talk with you in the living room."

He walked to the living room together with his parents. When they reached their destination, he took a seat on a couch opposite his parents.

"We want to talk to you about why we had you separated from your sister." James said.

"Yes, father. Please enlighten me on why I could not possibly live with you and was sent to my caring relatives." Harry said in a sarcastic tone.

"It was for your sister's own good. She was the saviour of the magical world. We had to focus our attention on training her and raising her. The Dark Lord could come back anytime and we couldn't worry about another child at the same time. So we had to send you away, Harry. Lily and I regretted our decision the moment you left but you have to understand that you were safer in the muggle world. No one would bother to look there for you. We had to act quickly. Only Dumbledore, Minerva, Sirius, Remus and us know about you. Unfortunately, so did our Secret Keeper, Peter Pettigrew. He ratted us out and we were attacked. You two almost died that night. Dumbledore suggested that we should have Lillian prepared when Voldemort comes back." James and Lily explained to their son.

Harry stayed silent the whole time and preferred to think about the situation in his head. The reason why his parents had abandoned him was because of his sister who was apparently a celebrity and heroine of the magical world. His opinion on her changed slightly and blamed her for his life before his rational side took over and made him realise that it wasn't her fault, it was Dumbledore's. He didn't know whom this Dumbledore guy is but he will definitely get it when he meets him.

"This Dumbledore person, I'm assuming that he is someone with a high authority and that's why you listened to him?" Harry asked.

"That's right. He's been like a grandfather to your sister and he's a well-respected, powerful and strong figure here. He found out about a prophecy that said one of you would defeat the Dark Lord when he comes again. Since Lillian's magical core was stronger than yours, she was deemed as the Chosen One and the girl-who-lived." Lily answered her son's question.

"His reasons were reasonable but how can he ask someone to separate themselves with their own child? How could you agree to his opinion? More importantly, why the Dursleys? I'm sure you have other relatives in the Muggle world, why couldn't you have sent me to them?" Harry calmly asked his parents directing the last question to his mother.

"We had to choose a guardian that had no ties to the magical world. My sister fitted the criteria with her hate for anything to do with me, my people or my abilities. The Dursleys were the least expected people to be put in charge of you. We were lucky that we sent you there since there were several attacks on my parents and cousins by Death Eaters in an attempt to find you." Lily answered Harry.

"That didn't give you any excuse not to visit me at least once. They told me you were dead; that you both had suicided after being paralysed after a car crash. No child should have to believe that his parents were drug addicts and that they took their own lives." Harry hissed at his parents through narrowed eyes filled with hate. Realising that he let his control slip before regaining a hold on his emotions.

"I'll be staying at the manor until I can find another place to stay. I wouldn't want to intrude in the perfect life you've built for my sister after all this time." Harry decided. He masked his anger with politeness.

"Harry, you can't just leave. You've only turned eleven four weeks ago, you don't have the ability to fend for yourself." James argued.

"Yet I've had to live like that for the majority of my life. My age does not define my maturity. I've been through a hell lot more than some people had experienced in their lifetime. I appreciate your concern for my wellbeing but I know how to be independent, I've learned years ago. If it's all the same to you, I would like to keep Lillian in the dark about my life and our little conversation." Harry voiced his own opinions on the matter.

"We are very sorry, Harry. We would like to make it up to you since you're here with us now. We could be a family again." James hoped that his son would see their own point of view and see how everything they'd done was for the greater good, his thoughts slowly being plagued by Dumbledore's own words.

"So much for being a family."

With those last words. Harry stood up and started walking out of the living room leaving his parents and filling their hearts and minds with concern for their only son. James was silently thinking of ways to gain Harry's trust back while Lily's eyes were brimming with unshed tears. They had gotten their son back but he doesn't seem to want anything to do with them.

"Don't worry Lily, he'll come around. We'll make sure of it." James rubbed comforting circles on his wife's back and whispered soothing words in her ear.

Remembering a small promise that he had made a few months ago, Harry went to his new room and pulled out a pen, something that apparently did not exist in the magical world, a piece of bond paper, also something uncommon here and was replaced by parchment. He started writing a letter to a friend back in London.

Dear Esther,

I have arrived at Potter Manor with my parents and guess what, I have a twin sister. So far, James and Lily have been saying that they want me and apologised for sending me off, no matter how little it changes. I still hate them but at least they were doing it to protect my sister. I'm going to see how everything works out with them but I will definitely be spending more time with my sisters, Lillian, my twin and my baby sister Rosaline. How's Timothy by the way? Still stuck with his job? Send my regards to the team.

Yours truly,

Hadrian Potter

Harry enclosed the letter in an envelope and sealed it with his own personal signature ring. He made his way to the owlery located at one of the tall turrets in the west wing. The room had a huge space used to give the owls a sense of freedom. There was a long, wide gap that travelled around the whole wall that allowed the messenger birds to fly in and out. He borrowed one of the Potter owls, a brown barn owl and gave it a small treat before asking it to deliver his message. The owl left with a flurry of feathers and disappeared into the horizon.

Harry walked back to the nursery in search of his sisters. He found Rosaline sleeping again while sucking her thumb; he smiled at the sight, while his twin had dozed off with her head resting on the crib and her book in her hands. Harry thought that it was cute how innocent and childish Lillian was. Deciding that his sister would wake up with an uncomfortable pain in her neck, he picked her up and closed the door behind him.

He carried her bridal style like she was as fragile and as valuable as a glass sculpture and looked for her room. Luckily it had her name labelled on it in clear, glittery writing. Pushing the door open, Harry quietly walked to her bed and gently placed her on the soft mattress. He draped her blanket over her shoulders and moved towards the door. Before he was able to take two steps, he felt soft and delicate fingers wrapped around his wrist.

"Harry, could you please stay, just for a little while."

He heard his sister's soft voice silently begging him to stay and had reminded him that not everyone had a childhood like his. Harry felt happy that at least his sister was loved. He relented with a small smile directed towards her bleary eyes and sat down on the bed close to her lying form. Harry brushed a few red strands of hair from her face and felt how soft and silky they were against his slightly calloused digits. He ran his hand across her scarlet locks and watched how it glided from the base to the tips. Lillian moaned at his slow caress and fell into peaceful sleep. In that moment, Harry vowed to not let anything take his sister's innocence from her no matter how much it took; he would protect her and Rosaline from anything and anyone, even Voldemort himself.


A/N: Um, new chapter everybody. Hope you liked it. Clearly, Lillian is infatuated with Harry. I read about this mental thing where two siblings are suddenly introduced to each other and they form an attraction towards their sibling. This happened in this chapter. I hope you like how I portrayed the characters both physically and personality wise. This chapter is Potter-centric and only focused on one of our favourite families.

Please review since those are very much appreciated. I would prefer not to get flamed. If you don't like it don't read it. I am open to constructive criticism, which will be put to use in the re-write or in the coming chapters if possible.