Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series. Last chapter folks! Hope you have enjoyed this very personally special story. There might be an epilogue and a sequel story, so keep an eye out. But this is the conclusion of the main story. Thank you so much for reading!

Chapter 10

"So it is you!"

She looked up and locked eyes with him, and smirked. "Yeah," she took a shaky breath, "It's me."

Harry looked like he was at Hogwarts for the first time again. Sarah reached up and touched his scar gently and thoughtfully. Her face slowly turned into a frown, for the memory and the story collided into one event at last. Harry looked at her, and asked the question that had been burning inside. "How did you survive?" he asked quietly. She traced her fingers from his forehead to his cheek and stroked it lovingly and tenderly, her face warm and kind, with hints of sadness and tiredness.

"Dad always said whenever there was trouble," her voice quiet and slightly shaky, "to open the box in my closet, find you, and hide. So when that night came, when he started yelling at the people that came into our home, that's what I did. Or tried to do, at least." Her eyes became distant, reliving the night more intensely that she had in a long time. Harry took the picture and placed it in her pocket, replacing it then with his hand. "I was always put to bed first, so I was already in my bed behind a closed door when they came. Your room was down the hall. They came through, yelling and banging. So I ran over to my closet and found the box, the only box in the closet. It was a big blanket, or at least, that's what it was to me. So I did what every little kid does. I hid underneath it, believed it could protect me, and ran to your room. Didn't think twice about how I could see what was outside while underneath it."

"The invisible cloak," Harry realized.

Sarah nodded. "I didn't know that at the time. But it's the only explanation." She paused, "There was a tall person standing in the middle of the room when I ran in. I was scared, so I stayed in the back of the room. I saw mum standing in front of the crib. Your crib. I don't know what they said, I was too focused on figuring out how to climb on the crib with the blanket still on. I was about to when there was a bright green flash. I remember flying back. Next thing I knew, I woke up on the floor, still under the blanket. I could hear voices by your crib, you were crying. Someone took you out of the room, and I thought everyone had left, so I started crying. But everything was dark to me, because when I feel I hit the back of my head, leaving me blind, so I didn't know someone was there. They pulled off the blanket and picked me up. That's all I remember before waking up at a hospital."

"Dumbledore?" Harry asked. Sarah nodded. "Did they tell you anything?"

"No," she said, her bitter voice cracking, "I didn't know about that night, or what happened, or why they changed my name or where my family was. They didn't tell me about Uncle Peter or Uncle Remus or Uncle Sirius. Or you…They never told me The Boy Who Lived was my little brother. That I too survived Voldemort's attack. I learned of it all in my 6th year here."

"And that's when you found the spell to get your sight back. And why you went into Defense Against Dark Arts." Harry guessed.

"Yeah," Sarah said. She removed her hand from his face, and let go of his hand with the other. Using her left hand she removed her glasses and put them in her pocket, revealing to Harry her purple rune-covered eyes. It was his turn to touch her face, to examine her openly and fully for the first time. He gingerly touched under one of her eyes, then traced around it. He understood the painful significance of this moment. Harry was used to other people having been scarred by Voldemort over the years, but this was different. This was someone who understood exactly what it was like to be silently tormented for over a decade. This was a person standing before him who should have been extremely close to him, who should have been so active in his life, now practically a stranger. But she still was family, still being effected by that night to this day. She was strong for those around her because she had to be strong for herself. There was still warmth and love inside her, feelings that could have been easily hardened, but she refused to let go of the good memories. She may not be stable or without trauma, but she wasn't going to go down without a fight. Not then, not now. Ron had been right; they would have killed her long ago.

Harry dropped his hand, and wrapped his sister in the strongest, most earnest hug he could. It took her by surprise for a moment, but then she matched his hug, letting the spell finally snap and the bottled emotions flow out. She started to cry into his shoulder, and he quietly did the same. "You've gotten so big. I don't know you anymore. Perhaps I never did." she sobbed. Harry hugged her tighter.

"They never told me about you. Not even the Dursleys. All these years," he said.

She chuckled sadly, "That's because they don't know about me. Mum didn't want Aunt Petunia to be upset that she had a child before her and Uncle Vernon. I remember that much." She gave him a tight squeeze and started crying even harder. "Please tell me you met the Marauders before they died," she sobbed, "Please. I know that Uncle Peter betrayed everyone, but I choose to believe there was some part of him that still loved us. He was still there when I was really little, and still there when you were born. Please tell me you met Uncle Remus and Uncle Sirius and they hugged you and told you they loved you a thousand times over. We should have been with the two of them and I hate that we didn't. I hate that we were separated and I hate that this whole thing happened. I missed you and I love you so much. I just want our family back. I don't want to be alone anymore."

Harry held her close, and waited until she calmed down a little before he answered. "I met each of them, don't worry. I don't know about Peter, but I know Remus and Sirius loved our family very much. I wish they had told me about you, though."

"They probably thought I was dead. Didn't want to add another burden to you. Or themselves-"

Harry let go and placed his hands on her shoulders firmly and cut in, "You are not a burden. People may not be perfect, things may get difficult, but you are not a burden."

Sarah smiled a little, "Neither are you." Harry smiled at that, and she could tell, even though she couldn't see him. "So what happens now?"

Harry stood shoulder to shoulder next to her and grabbed her arm and hand. "The future happens. Duh." Sarah laughed and wiped away her tears. Harry smiled and continued, "But for now, whatever happens, we go out there as a family."

Sarah turned her head towards him, processing his words. "You won't forget about me?" she asked.

"Not a chance."

The two smiled at each other. Sarah pulled out her cane, and they both headed back down to the commemoration. Together.

It was out to the entire school that Professor Sarah Evans was Harry Potter's sister. Soon the whole wizarding world would know. But Sarah didn't mind. She was in Harry's life again, and he was in hers. The spirit of their family will live on. She was a professor at her home. ("And here's to many more years to come," McGonagall had said at graduation, which was confirmation enough that she would be coming back in the fall.) Now it was summer time. Students and faculty had to go someplace else for the season. Sarah didn't exactly know where she was going to stay, but like heck she was going to let anyone else know that. Perhaps she could stay with Lana's family, but she was finally getting adjusted to the UK environment again. Making that constant temperature jump probably wasn't the best for her health. She sighed and pushed it aside for later thought. She said goodbye to McGonagall and the faculty that was still packing up, and was heading for the main entrance, rolling along her solitary suitcase, when she saw Ginny Weasley running in.

"Forget something, dear?" Sarah called. Ginny turned and noticed her. Then she ran towards her. She came up, hardly panting. Athletes, Sarah thought to herself.

"Professor! I'm glad I found you before you left! Do you have a place to say for the summer?" Ginny asked excitedly.

It certainly wasn't what Sarah thought she was gonna say. "O-Of course I do."

Ginny smiled mischievously, "Liar. Headmistress McGonagall told Mum and Dad that you didn't."

Again, Sarah was tripped up. She put her hands on her hips. "Now how would she know that?"

"McGonagall is good like that." Sarah couldn't argue with that. "So, is she right? Do you not have a place to stay?" Ginny bounced energetically.

Sarah looked at the red-head grumpily for a few moments, before she sighed dramatically, "Yeah, it's true," she conceded.

Ginny stood up straight and grinned, "Great! You can go live with Harry! I'll help!" She took Sarah's rolling suitcase and ran with it towards the entrance. Sarah was left standing there speechless.

"Now hang on, doesn't Harry live with you and your family?" she said aloud, before running over to the entrance to see where the prankster ran off to. When came through the entrance, there was quite the sight. There stood the Weasleys, Hermione, and Harry. Ginny still held her suitcase, and each one was grinning. Sarah crossed her arms and tried to look annoyed, while trying to suppress her smile. "Why?"

Harry chuckled, "Didn't Ginny say you were coming to stay with me?"

Sarah sputtered some syllables and then ran her hand through her hair in mild frustration while still trying to suppress her smile. "You've got to be kidding me." She raised her hands up in surrender, "Alright alright. I'll stay with you for the summer." The rest of them cheered. She walked over to them, slightly pouting. Harry and Ginny hugged her in a double hug and she took it begrudgingly. Together they all made their way home to the Burrow.

Settling into the bustling routine of the Burrow was took a few days, but Sarah had developed quick adapting skills so it wasn't so bad. Soon they made her a part of the routine, and it felt pretty good to Sarah. Bill and Fleur, Charlie and Percy only stayed for a week before heading back to their independent homes, but Sarah had a nice time catching up with them, as well as getting to know George, Ron and Hermione. Friends of everyone in the house came and went all summer. Luna came by often. But one friend in particular stood out in her memory. Or, more specifically, two friends.

*Knock knock*

"Oh! That must be Andromeda and Teddy!" Molly scurried.

Sarah turned to Harry, "Who?"

Harry grabbed her shoulder, "You see."

Molly opened the door to a middle aged woman holding a baby with a tuft of blue hair and ushered them in, friendly as always. "Oh, Andromeda! I'd like to introduce you to Sarah Evans Potter. She's Harry's sister." Andromeda passed the baby over to Harry, who all too happily obliged and sat on the couch with them.

She reached out her hand and softly smiled, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, dear." Sarah smiled and shook her hand. "This is my grandson, Teddy."

"Sarah come sit and hold him!" Harry called. Sarah looked to Andromeda, who nodded in approval. Sarah quickly sat down next to her brother and Teddy was passed into her arms.

"Oh he's so cute! Hi there." She played with and made noises at Teddy, who giggled and grabbed at her hands and hair and glasses often.

"You handle him really well," commented Ron.

"Lana has two cousins that are very little, so I have some experience. She's really good with children, too."

"Lana?" Harry asked.

"My girlfriend," she said distractedly, still focusing on Teddy.

Meanwhile, Hermione was off talking with Andromeda and Molly. They walked back over. Hermione nodded to Harry, who then took a little breath. "Hey Sarah, do you remember Nymphadora Tonks?"

Still entranced by the baby lap she said, "Of course I do. What Hufflepuff over 20 doesn't know Tonks? Was very upset when I saw her name in the obituary."

"Well…Andromeda is her mother."

"Oh?"

"…And Teddy is her son."

She wavered, "Really?" Then she resumed her playful faces, "Did she get married too? Never thought she would, honestly."

"She did."

"Good for her. Who was it?"

"Remus Lupin." Beat "Teddy's last name is Lupin," Harry nearly whispered.

Beat "What?" she whispered. All the implications and explanations rushed into her so fast, her spell snapped and tears started to fall before she could make the conscious effort to stop either. Once again, the reality of how much she missed in the past decade hit her like a train. Teddy held onto her fingers playfully. She stroked his head gently and lovingly.

"Were you close with him?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah," Sarah croaked out, "He was quiet and unsure, but loving and warm as well. I always felt he needed lots of love, so I made sure he did. He was very protective of me, since I was his goddaughter. I'm glad…I'm glad he was able to find love as an adult…" Her voice quivered. "Uncle Remus, Uncle Sirius…I sometimes wonder if they ever knew I was still alive. If they died wondering where I was, if I was safe. Or if they got up there thinking I'd be up there too. What their reactions would be, if they found out then…"

"Those types of thoughts bring about madness," Arthur commented.

"Yep…" was her only reply. Harry gave her a hug. The rest gave off sympathy.

Andromeda walked over and sat in the empty space next to her and gently placed a hand on her arm. "Sarah, my daughter and son-in-law made a will before they died. In it, they left the name of who is to be Teddy's godparent. Thing is, they didn't leave a name, but rather initials. SRP. I believe those are your initials." Sarah nodded. "That means you're Teddy's godparent."

"…That means he knew I was still alive. And that I would come back."

"Apparently so."

Sarah took a deep, shaky breath and nodded. "Good."

A few moments of silence past, save for Teddy's squeals and garbles. Andromeda spoke to Sarah again. "If I may, I have a proposition for you. I live in a relatively large house, just me and Teddy. My husband and daughter are dead. My family disowned me and my in-laws keep their distance. Constantly visiting others is nice, visitors sometimes come. But having another presence at home, another who is loving and nurturing, another who is able to teach him, would be wonderful. It would allow you to be close to everyone, put a roof over your head-"

"I couldn't possibly-"

"Sirius was my cousin. Remus was my son-in-law. They loved and cared about you. The Marauders as a whole are infamous and unforgettable. I know who I'm letting into my home. Teddy means just as much to you as he does Harry and myself. I want you to be in his life. I know what it's like to be adrift, and I want you to have a home, a solid ground, even when you are away. Will you do me the honor and pleasure of having you live with me? Please?"

Sarah's jaw hung open for a moment, speechless. Finally she found her words, "A-Alright then." Andromeda smiled and squeezed her arm. Everyone chattered excitedly over this new development, and life continued on.

Every ending is a new beginning.

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