Chapter 6 : The power of confusion

"Ron," asked Harry the following morning, "what are you doing?"

The youngest male of the Weasley household looked up from his position on the floor. It was 5:30 in the morning and the sun had just begun to climb over the mountains. Ronald Wesley was sitting on the floor by his bed, a dressing gown wrapped tightly around his Cudley cannon nightwear, reaching into his trunk, looking for something in a old cardboard box.

"I had a thought last night…" muttered Ron, his tongue between his teeth, "I just need to find the photo."

Harry laughed, "Mate you never have any ideas, especially this early in the morning!"

"You can laugh Harry, but my idea involves you," explained Ron.

"What do you mean?" asked Harry, stiffing a yawn, "just talk sense."

When the girls eventually woke up the following morning the sun was fully in the sky. Kirsty stared out of the window into their garden, watching the gnomes sneak back in from the neighbouring field that the boys had thrown them into yesterday.

"Morning Kirsty," greeted the ginger twin from the door, "you coming down to breakfast yet? The boys have nearly finished it!"

"Yer….." answered Kirsty, "Ginny can I ask you something?"

"You know you can," replied Ginny, shooting her sister an odd look.

"Did you think mum and dad were acting really weird yesterday?" asked Kirsty slowly, "I mean, first off, mum loves visitors and she refused that Kaisha girl yesterday. Then dad was being really funny when George suggested I was really Harry's sister. Harry didn't have any siblings did he?"

Ginny shot a worried look around the room. After stepping further inside she turned and shut the door behind her before making sure the curtains were firmly closed.

After motioning for Kirsty to join her on the bed Ginny whispered, "I've heard whispers that he did, but not for years. When we were little I went downstairs to get a drink and overheard mum and dad talking. I put my ear to the keyhole and I heard mum talking about hiding someone and that they couldn't remain hidden forever. It was weird because they kept saying your name and Harry's name. I thought nothing of it really until now because I heard mine and the boy's names. However, I just walked past the boys room and heard Ron telling Harry something…."

"Breakfast was good," commented Ron, settling himself on his bed with the box from earlier.

"It always is here," agreed Harry, "what was it you were going to tell me earlier?"

Ron looked around, as if worried the walls were spying on them, "I've got a picture from when Ginny was born. It has mum and dad waving into the camera; Ginny is being cradled in mum's arms. However, I would have thought Kirsty would be in here. I hadn't really thought much of it until I saw you two together and you showed me the picture of your parents. Kirsty looks just your mum except she has your dad's eyes and hair. She smiles like your mum does in the photos, and she's like your mum in her character. From what Hagrid was saying Lily was really good at potions and Kirsty has already memorised all of my old potions textbook - she loves everything about the subject and had been helping mum with healing potions since she was nine."

Harry stared out of the window for a few minutes. His hands were fiddling with the bottom of his t-shirt.

"But Ron," said Harry slowly, "surly if I really had siblings I would have been told about them. My aunt and uncle would have said something…Or Dumbledore…"

"Maybe they're being kept from you!" exclaimed Ron in a loud whisper, "Maybe Dumbledore isn't all he seems to be."

"Ron that's just ridiculous. If that were true then your parents would be involved as well."

"Fine," replied Ron shortly, "I'll go and find out the truth without your help! I want to know the truth about the girl I've called a sister for eleven years."

He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Harry watched as his best friend stormed off. However, with his curious nature taking the better of him, he slipped over the Ron's bed and shuffled through the pile of photos that lay on the bed spread.

Sure enough, after all the pictures of a baby Ron smiling and pointing at the camera, Harry came to the offending shot. Sure enough Kirsty was no where to be seen. He removed it from the pile and placed it to the side of the pile. He flicked through the pile again and soon came to pictures of the happy baby girls playing in the lounge. However, he was surprised to see something that he hadn't before - on Kirsty's forehead, her fringe having not grown yet, lay a scar to match his own…

Kaisha was pacing up and down her tower room. She had two weeks where she had to pretend nothing was wrong. It must be something that Dumbledore must not know about if a goblin was to collect her personally. Everyone knew that it was only for important reasons that the goblins ever left the halls of Gringotts.

The confused girl glanced briefly at the watch on her wrist. It was only 9 in the morning and she had nothing to do. Not being in the mood for breakfast or Quidditch, she made up her mind to go and visit Professor Sprout and her mandrakes in greenhouse 3. The problem of how to leave the castle in the dead of night in two weeks time still playing at the back of her mind….