ATTENTION MATT! You do not tell people to go kill themselves just because you don't like their fanfiction. If you don't like it DON'T READ IT ANYMORE! I will not take down my story just because you don't like it either because out of the reviews I have gotten so far you're the only one that up front hates it. You have no idea what I'm going to do with my story so shut it! Go screw yourself and have a sucky life.

Sorry for the rest of my readers for having to read that but I couldn't send this dush a pm to tell him that in privet. And thank you for those who also don't like my story for not being such asses like this guy was. For future reference to reviewers: flames are accepted but if you're as rude about it as this Matt kid you'll get the same thing that happened above. Happy reading everyone. ~ lonie b

After another quick conversation with the door man to assure him that no harm will come to 'Percy' and that he will only be going to a school in the UK, the Potions Master apparated to the home of the Longbottoms. Neville was unfortunate enough to be the one to open the door.

"P-p-profess-sor Sn-nape," the shy Gryffindor stuttered. "Wh-what are y-you do-oing here?"

"Is your Grandmother home?" the professor asked the scared boy, who simply nodded. "Might I speak with her?" With another nod, the boy let Severus through the door and led him to a living room where an older woman sat drinking tea and reading the Daily Prophet.

"Grandmother," Neville called to the woman who looked up from her reading. "P-professor Snape's here to t-talk to you." She nodded.

"You can leave us." She told the boy who nodded once more before scampering away. "I assume this isn't a social visit, Professor Snape."

"No, I have come to ask if you would be willing to house a new student until the start of school." Snape told her, to which she raised an eyebrow.

"Why would this student be needing housing?" Augusta Longbottom asked.

"He's from America." That got a surprised look from the old woman.

"An exchange student? I didn't know Hogwarts accepted those." She looked skeptical now.

"We don't. We also don't usually accept new students in higher years with no previous magical schooling." Severus informed her. "But considering the circumstances which the boy is in Dumbledore has made an exception."

"Higher years? How old is this boy?"

"Thirteen, same age as Neville."

The woman thought for a few minutes while drinking her tea. After a while she spoke.

"Tomorrow we will be going to Diagon Alley to get Neville his things for school. We'll meet you in front of Gringotts with the boy."

"I'll see you then." And the man disappeared from the manor.

The Leaky Cauldron around the same time

"How come no one has told me this before?" a young boy with glasses demanded of the old man sitting across from him.

"Very few people were aware of this bit of information. In fact, I myself had just been informed of it just a week ago." The old man replied.

"But why is this information just coming out now?" the young boy asked distressed.

"All things are revealed with time. No one knows why things are revealed at the time that they are. The important thing in this case is that it was even revealed at all."

"How did you find out about it?"

"A letter your mother wrote twelve years ago. I guess you could say it was lost in the war."

The boy thought about it for a few minutes. "Professor, will he be coming to Hogwarts?"

"Indeed he will, Harry. Professor Snape was kind enough to go and collect him." Professor Dumbledore answered.

"Snape!" Harry Potter exclaimed. "Why'd you let him go?"

"Your brother will be at Hogwarts this year, why does it matter who brings him?"

"It –" Harry sighed. "It doesn't but I still don't trust Snape." The old headmaster chuckled.

"I assure you that your brother is in good hands." Silence filled the room after those words.

"What's he like? My Brother I mean." The young Potter finally asked.

"I'm sure you can ask Johnathan himself that when you see him." Dumbledore stood. "If those are all your questions, I must be going. I'll be seeing you at school." with a pop the man disappeared from the room.

Harry's PoV.

After a moment's hesitation I ran to the desk in his room and scribbled two messages down on some parchment. When I was done I called my owl down from her perch on top of the wardrobe.

"Take these to Ron and Hermione, Hedwig." I told the snowy owl as I tied the letters to her leg. She hooted before flying out the open window and disappeared from sight. Then, I was left alone to reflect on what Dumbledore had just told me. I have a brother, and he was going to be at Hogwarts. I couldn't wait to fill in my friends on all the details.

Late that night Hedwig came back and dropped my friend's replies in my lap. Both said they would be coming to Diagon Alley in the morning. Even after reading my friends' replies I still couldn't sleep. Thoughts of my brother plagued my mind. What would he be like? Would he even know any magic? Does he even know about magic? Will he accept me as his brother? Is Snape even going to tell him he has a brother, or that I'm his brother?

The answer to that last one was almost obvious; no, Snape wouldn't tell him I'm his brother because he hates me. Anger boiled in my veins at that thought. It's one thing to hate me but if Snape took out his anger on my brother when he has done nothing, I would make his life miserable this year. With that reassuring thought I was finally able to fall asleep.

When I woke up sunlight was streaming in through the window. I lay there for a few minutes letting my eyes adjust to the sunlight. As I reached for my glasses I felt the letters I received from my friends last night and remembered suddenly why I had written to them. I grabbed my glasses and jumped out of bed. As soon as I was dressed I ran from my room and raced down to the main part of the Leaky Cauldron. Ron and his family were sitting around one of the tables. The twins were the first to notice my arrival.

"Hi, Harry." They both greeted me.

"Harry!" Ron jumped up from where he was seated. "What is it you wanted to talk about?"

"Hey, Ron. Fred. George." I returned their greeting. "I'll tell you when Hermione gets here, Ron." Before he could protest someone pulled me into a hug.

"So nice to see you again, Harry dear." Mrs. Weasley said when she released me.

"Good to see you too, Mrs. Weasley." I smiled at her. "Mr. Weasley."

"Harry." He replied as we shook hands.

"So how was Egypt?" I asked them. Ron and the twins launched into a tale of how their summer went and how cool Egypt was and how their brother Bill was doing. After about an hour or so Hermione and he parents walked in. When she saw us she ran to where we were.

"Harry, is everything alright? Your letter sounded urgent." She said as she gave me a hug. "Ron." She nodded at him.

"Hermione."

"Come on." I said and they both followed me up to my room. I locked the door behind us.

"What is it Harry?" Ron asked looking less worried than Hermione.

"Dumbledore visited me yesterday and told me something crazy." They both looked at me expectantly. "Apparently, I have a brother." They stood there gaping at me for a few minutes. "Look I know that it's crazy and impossible."

"Do you?" Ron asked in disbelief. "If you had a brother don't you think someone would have said something before now?"

"Ronald, I'm sure Harry has thought of that." Hermione scolded him.

"Dumbledore had said that very few people even knew he existed. He also told me that the reason he knows about my brother now is because of a letter my mother wrote but got lost in the war that finally made it to him."

"So I'm guessing since this information never came forward that the few people that knew were your parents." Hermione said softly.

"It seems so." I murmured as I sat down on the bed.

"This could be some Death Eater's plot. Or even You Know Who himself could be behind this." Ron suggested not-so-helpfully. Hermione glared at him.

"Everything is a Death Eater's plot to you." She told him. "And there is no proof that He is behind this either. Dumbledore would have checked before tell Harry about this supposed brother."

"Well even so, you have to admit this is strange, Hermione." He replied. "A mysterious letter, supposedly written by Harry's mum just shows up out of the blue after she's been dead for twelve years, tells of a brother no one knew about. The two people who knew for sure if Harry had a brother or not are dead. If there is in fact a brother, where was he the night Harry's parents were killed? Why didn't he come to Hogwarts when he was eleven like the rest of us?"

"I don't know." Our bookworm friend admitted. "Maybe he was in a different place when it happened. Perhaps he went to a different wizarding school or he may even be a squib."

"Please don't say he's a squib." I told her. "I don't know if I could handle it if my brother can't do magic."

"Sorry, but it could be a possibility." she said lightly as if not wanting to upset me anymore than I already was. "Assuming that you do have a brother, did Dumbledore tell you a name?"

"Johnathan." I told them. "His name is Johnathan. Dumbledore also said he would be coming to Hogwarts this year."

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What you just read in bold above is a small piece of what happened when I tried to type a part of this chapter while I was babysitting a little two year old. It just amused me so much I had to keep a bit of it on here.