Thanks guys for the reviews! I hope that you enjoy this chapter! Dedicated to Black 7369. Disclaimer: Only Yelo, Katie, Mariam and Uncle John are mine, the rest belong to J.K Rowling. I've decided that I am going to start the summer at the very end where Katie and Dumbledore go to collect Harry from the Dursley's home.

KPOV

I couldn't believe that Alby had made Harry go our Uncle's and Aunt's house for the summer. He had spent two weeks at The Burrow with us when Dumbledore dropped in and told him to pack his bags. I knew that this would be keeping him safe from evil and all but really? Now we only got one week left with him. At least Alby had let me come with him. I am sure that Vernon and Petunia will recognize me. I look to much like my mother now for them to not. Sevvy keeps on going on about how stupid Harry is because he hasn't seen the resemblance. After the 500th time Yelo made him do fifty laps around The Burrow with air pushing him along the way so he couldn't stop. This caused great amusement amongst us. I swear that I even saw Dumbledore chuckle to himself.

We were now at their house. Dumbledore had been reminding me about not making it obvious who I was while Harry was in the room and that he would make sure that I got some alone time with my uncle and aunt so that I could let it rip at them. He then went on to tell me that he was sure that I would act like the mature young woman that he knew I was. I told him to stick it. I was sixteen years old for God's sake! I could be a bit childish to the people who had made it impossible for me to grow up with my brother.

"Ring the door bell." I told him.

"Fine." He huffed. "You sure you don't want to do the honours?" he asked me.

"Yes I am sure. I want to get in, get Harry, yell at Vernon and Petunia, stun Duddikins and then get out." I told him bitterly.

"That all sounds very well and good but perhaps leave Dudley out of it. He hasn't done anything to you." Dumbledore advised.

"Sure, sure." I muttered. Alby didn't get a chance to reply because at that moment the door opened. A very... large man opened the door and looked at us, this must be my Uncle Vernon.

"Petunia! Get the boy!" He screamed.

"Are you going to let us in?" I asked sarcastically.

"No." He replied icily.

"Right-o!" I said and waved my hand at him and he moved back and made room for us to come inside.

"You're trespassing." He yelled at us angrily, waving his huge fatty arms at us in anger, it was almost laughable at how his hands looked like German sausages. Ha!

"No, we are merely coming inside." Alby said calmly. It amazed me how he could stay so calm.

"What is going on Vernon!" a lady with a very long neck and she was very skinny, presumably my Aunt Petunia.

"They've come to get him!" He told her, his chins flapping underneath his head that just screamed I'm a big fat oaf, come and give me a piggy tail. I laughed to myself at the memory of Hagrid telling me about the time he gave my cousin a pig's tail.

"You find something funny, girl?" my uncle demanded.

"Oh no, I was just contemplating whether or not you were going to recognise me, uncle." I replied.

"Recognize you? Why in hell would I recognize you...." he trailed off as if seeing me for the first time. Fear overtook his features. "Good God." He whispered to himself.

"Katie?" Petunia asked me. She reached out to touch me. I immediately backed up.

"Don't touch me." I spat at her.

"Yes, don't touch her." Harry said coldly. Shit! How much had he heard??? Just play it cool.

"Harry!" I exclaimed. "When did you get here?" I asked him. Please tell the truth.

"Just as you spat at my aunt, actually." He smiled at me. I looked for Dumbledore for confirmation and he gave a small nod. I let out a breath that I didn't know I'd been holding. Thank Jesus and God and well, everyone holy that he hadn't come any earlier.

"Come Harry, I'll come help you pack your bags." Dumbledore said as he ascended up the stairs, winking at me. "You're coming to The Burrow with us." He added joyfully. Harry's smile went even wider and he almost raced to his room with Dumbledore hot on his heels.

"Katie? Is that really you?" Petunia asked, effectively making my attention return to the pair.

"Yes." I replied. At that moment Dudley entered, he had lost a little weight and looked more like his mother than his father, thank the lord. It's bad enough that he has to call Vernon his father. At least Petunia was a little pretty. At least, she had the potential to look pretty anyway. I really took her in then. Her tall, skinny frame made her look like an anorexic compared to her husband, next to him she just looked so thin. But you could tell that this was from her own doing. She was obviously not a fat person. There was not an ounce of fat on her. She had her black hair up in a perm. It had been naturally straight. I had seen some childhood photos that I had recovered from my old house, my former home. My aunt had a pink, floral dress on her and light pink high heels that had to be at least three inches high. You could tell by looking at her that she thought that she was above certain people in muggle socio-economic system. However, tonight, she looked petrified of me.

"Shit! You're Harry's little sister." Dudley exclaimed, quietening when he saw me put my index finger to my mouth. Perhaps he wasn't so bad after all.

"Yes. Hello cousin." I said, smiling a little.

"What do you want?" Vernon asked me rudely.

"To inquire as to why you left me at an orphanage and left me to a fate worse than death." I said. I had detached myself from this turning point in the conversation. I didn't want to get emotionally involved.

"We didn't feel as if we could look after you." Petunia quivered. I looked into her eyes and I saw that she didn't want to hurt my feelings. I didn't care. I would hurt hers if I had to.

"Bullshit." I spat.

"Don't talk to my wife like that!" Vernon thundered.

"Shut up!" I hissed. "Harry doesn't know about us and if you so much as breathe a word to him then my wizarding friends will see to it that you will end up in the local hospital before the next morning. And as if you have a leg to stand on! I'm your niece and you abandoned me! The life I lived is worse than what you could even imagine." I said. I had to stop so that I could regain control. I couldn't my emotions slip out of my grasp.

"Mum? Dad? You said that she was taken away. You said that she had been a threat so that Dukledorm took her away." Dudley's voice shook. I felt a pang of guilt and sorrow towards him. He had to deal with those loonies every day. I felt a wave of cousinly affection wash over me.

"You lied to him?" I asked them.

"We thought that it would be best." Petunia said quietly.

"Well it wasn't. And you were just scared that you would lose your son. How did my mother live with you?" I asked. My emotions were slipping. I couldn't control the tears that started to run down my face. All the hurt that was the result of them kicking me out when I was just 15 months old. Leaving me to be Mariam's heiress. Maybe, just maybe, I could have been someone different. I could have been a happy healthy girl with a brother who knew that she existed and loved her. No. That could never be. I felt a pair of chubby arms encase me and lead me to the couch as my body shook and I cried silently. The person smelt like chocolate. The arms were hugging me shyly and I peeked through my lashes to see Dudley, my only cousin trying to comfort me with wide, scared eyes.

"Look what you did to her." He told his parents. He cared for me even though he had only known me for a few minutes. Then I realised, he had wanted to know me for years. He wanted another cousin.

"I lost everything that day." I heard myself say. "My parents, my brother and my chance for a normal life. I would have taken the way you treated Harry as long as I had him by my side. You took the last part of my family away from me." I sobbed. By now, my head was resting on Dudley's large shoulder. I stayed like that for about three minutes before I heard Harry running down the stairs. I heard the sound of running feet stop abruptly. I looked up and he looked livid.

"Get away from her Dudley." He said coldly. He wasn't a requesting it but demanding it.

"Don't worry Harry, he was comforting me." I told him with wary gaze.

"Oh, well that's nice... hold on, why was he comforting you?" he asked, bewildered, he probably thought that this concept of his cousin being a comforter was completely foreign.

"Ask them." Dumbledore suggested.

"OK, why?" Harry asked them. Vernon and Petunia looked at each other before replying.

"Because...erm...well...." They stuttered. They didn't want to give away my secret, fearing the consequences. I glanced at Alby and he was glaring that them.

"Because they did something horrible to her as a child. Her parents knew them and when Katie was a young child Vernon and Petunia turned her away." Dudley cut in. I could kiss him right now. It wasn't technically a lie. Just a white one until Harry could find out the truth. Alby looked at him with a certain respect. He was probably looking into his mind. I wished I could do that. I'm going to ask him to teach me someday. Vernon and Petunia looked furious.

"You what?" Harry asked coldly, quietly. He usually yelled so this was a change, a scary one for my aunt and uncle. They didn't reply.

"I could have had a sister like figure in my life. I could have had a friend, a real friend and just because you are too selfish and greedy to admit that you are bad parents and bad people and you couldn't stand the fact that I was my mother's son, you couldn't bear the thought of me having a friend and companion for all the pain you put me through." Harry was shaking and I leapt up and hugged him. Alby took this as his chance to talk. I knew that he'd had something to say to the pair. He stepped forward with his robes billowing behind him.

"Harry will not be returning to this house next summer. He will turn seventeen next year which in our world signifies a wizard becoming an adult and therefore being of age. I can't express enough the amount of disappointment I feel towards you. In the letter in which I gave you upon the arrival of your nephew I asked that you would treat him as your own son. That you would treat him with love and care. Unfortunately, you haven't. You have done the exact opposite of this by situating him below the stairs and if he had been an asthmatic it is almost certain that he would not be here today. You raised him in a world in which he grew up to know hate and fear. You did the exact opposite of what I asked you to do and despite all of this Harry Potter has grown up to be an exceptional young man." He paused briefly before continuing. "What you did to Katie was inexcusable and I hope that she never has to lay eyes on you again. When the time of your passing comes I can only hope that Lily and James Potter will give you what you deserve." He finished. I felt Harry return the embrace and I could tell that he was happy. So very happy. He didn't have to return back to this place that had borne him so much discomfort and pain.

I looked over at our cousin and he looked a little sad. I think that he was thinking of reforming himself and now he had lost the chance. Someday, I'll come back and visit him. I thought to myself. That would be his parent's worst nightmare, their son having a friendship with a witch.

"Come Harry, come Katie, we have to get you back to The Burrow." Dumbledore said, turning towards the door. He waved his wand and the luggage that Harry had packed so hurriedly was sent out of the door.

"Let's go." I whispered, squeezing his hand and leading him towards the door. He squeezed my hand back. After The Burrow, we were going home. Hogwarts, was our home.

I hope that this chapter, despite it's shortness was OK.

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