Hi all and welcome to the story! Woo! Before we begin, I wanted to breakdown my current thought process on where this story is headed. I'll be skipping books 1 & 2 for the most part, breezing through 3, and then really getting into the meat of it all from book 4 and on. That's when all the excitement picks up anyhow.

Please review if you have the chance!

- CHAPTER 1 -

"Always remember my darling, fight for what you love." The voice of the woman in front of me floated on the wind to reach my ears. "No matter what or, more importantly, who tries to get in the way."

Her voice was as smooth as silk, contrasting significantly with the dark and foreboding forest that surrounded us. The others that formed the semi circle to my left and right now remained silent and a hush fell over the foliage.

"You say it as though I still have a choice…" I trailed off, the reality of my situation hitting me. The weight on my chest made it difficult to breathe. A weird sensation, considering I didn't even need to breathe now.

She only gave a warm smile in return.

"Go," she continued after a moment. Her red hair remained still despite the breeze, making the fact that her corporeal form no longer existed all the more obvious. "He'll be with you soon."

There was one last glimpse of the love in her green eyes before the image in front of me dissolved through a billow of light smoke.

The sunlight blossomed through the window above my head, pulling me slowly from the warm hug of my dreams. I blinked once, twice and rubbed my eyes. The blackbirds that had taken residency on my windowsill chirped lightly. I heard their wings flapping against water as they cleaned themselves in the enchanted bath I placed there, magically supplying them with a constant flow of clean water.

"Ugh," I groaned, rolling over and shielding the intrusive light with my arm. I felt the smooth bump of raised flesh pressed up against my forehead and, like so many other mornings, I lifted my arm up to take a look at the monstrosity that braided its way around my right appendage. Like a snake, the scar started at the base of my thumb and then coiled its way up my forearm, around my elbow, before making its way up my tricep and ending on top of my shoulder.

I sighed and slapped my arm back down over my eyes. It was a horrible reminder of a past I don't remember. Despite how many times I had heard the story, I couldn't connect myself to the events that led me to get the scar. The events of 10 years ago might as well have been a myth in my mind, something that existed by word of mouth but could never have actually happened, especially not to me.

Against the protests of my body, I slowly rolled into a sitting position. Feet now planted on the floor, I gave my arms a big stretch and reached for the feline that was still fast asleep at the foot of my bed.

"C'mon Ophelia," I said, rousing the stark white cat with a couple pets. "It's time to get up. Today's the day!"

The cat gave a stretch, not happy to have been awoken. She jumped off the bed as I stood, intertwining herself between my legs as I walked like some sort of orchestrated dance. She advanced to walk in front of me, looking back every so often to make sure I was still there.

The floorboards creaked as I made my way down the steep stairs from my attic bedroom. A modest three-story dwelling tucked into the English countryside, the home was filled to the brim with the relics of generations that lived here before myself. It made the journey through the hallways treacherous. To each side, I found myself face to face with old clocks, tea sets, or other paraphernalia collected over time and stacked on top of each other. Interspersed were the new additions to the massive collection - beasts of various but unobtrusive sizes that made their nests amongst the junk but otherwise roamed freely about the house.

I made sure to carefully tiptoe past the door to the second floor master bedroom, not wanting to wake the man that snoozed just behind it. I knew today he needed all the rest he could get.

As I reached the ground floor, I made my way over to the tank nestled into the farthest corner of the room. Extra covers made the atmosphere in the tank appear grim and uninviting, only made more so by the weeds that filled it.

"Good morning everyone!" I whisper yelled, holding a fish above the tank. In that instant, a not yet fully grown Grindylow popped up and snapped at the fish, almost biting my fingers in the process. "Hey, Webster! We've talked about watching where you bite."

I finished feeding the remaining couple of creatures in the tank and proceeded to the kitchen. Pulling out the french press, I boiled some water and poured it over the coffee grounds. The smell of fresh brew engulfed the room, helping to wake me up. I put on the kettle and packed some tea leaves into a steeper as well. I was unsure when the man upstairs would wake up, but I got everything ready for his morning cup of tea just in case.

Just as my coffee finished brewing, one of our owls, Bran, flew through the open window above the sink with a mouth full of parchment. I gave him a couple of pets and he went on his way.

I took one last yawn before I sat down with my coffee in one hand, the mail in the other. First up was my letter from Hogwarts, welcoming me back for my second year. My shopping list this time around seemed light - a couple more books for advanced transfiguration, additional ingredients to add to our potions kit, and other miscellaneous odds and ends.

Ophelia hopped on my lap to be pet as I moved onto The Daily Prophet. The main headline announced the newest addition to the Hogwarts Board of Governors, Lucius Malfoy. I had heard the name only in a negative context and the pretentiousness that filled his eyes certainly backed the stories I was told.

Pictured: Lucius Malfoy with his son Draco Malfoy, who is set to begin at Hogwarts this school year.

Lucius Malfoy joins the Hogwarts Board of Governors this school year with already ambitious ideas for the curriculum at the school.

"Any work of fiction or nonfiction that depicts interbreeding between wizards and Muggles should be banned from the bookshelves of Hogwarts," he says in regards to his request of the popular tale The Fountain of Fair Fortune, amongst others, to be banned from the classrooms at the school. "I do not wish my son to be influenced into sullying the purity of his bloodline by reading stories that promote wizard-Muggle marriage."

Responses to the request on the Board have been mixed and it's unclear as of yet if the request will be granted. However, inside sources assure that Headmaster Albus Dumbledore will not allow the book to be taken off the shelves.

I sighed and put the paper down, taking another sip.

"I thought I said no coffee." A voice came from behind me as I was finally joined by the man upstairs.

Remus Lupin had been my sole guardian ever since the night to end all nights 10 years ago when I was just 2 years old. It had been great living with him all this time - he was kind and caring, giving me the best life he could despite his condition. Even when every month he had to disappear for a few days, he put me first. Always making sure I would be taken care of. I remembered the rotation of babysitters well, up until I turned 12 and he started letting me stay on my own.

"You're too young for that kind of thing," he continued. With a flick of his wand, the kettle was warming up again, the water having gone cold in the interim. He made his way over to the stovetop, planting a kiss on the top of my head on the way.

"I thought you would sleep in," I said, not looking up from the paper and ignoring his comment.

"Today? Not a chance." He prepared his tea and Accio-ed a frying pan hanging on the other side of the room. "Eggs? You'll need your protein for your first day back."

"No, thank you." I flipped to another page in the Prophet but found I wasn't able to read the words anymore. I didn't want to admit it to myself, but I was nervous to go back to the halls of Hogwarts and Remus' words had made it a reality.

Being a Potter hadn't made my life easier. From the moment my name was announced to approach the sorting hat, the whispers had started. Every time I turned a corridor, conversations amongst friends died and I saw glances out of the corner of my eye. To my peers, I wasn't a fellow student, I was a fable. Or like some sort of artifact that belonged in a museum.

I did have my friends though. I was careful to trust anyone the first month or so, unsure of the intentions of fellow students. Primrose Quinn and Benjamine Baker had become my closest confidants at school after consistently being partnered in potions class. They both came from reputable pureblood families, but they lacked the usual bitter attitude of those of the same status. They were never shy to talk to or even befriend others of different familial situations.

Remus had noticed my silent stare at the paper in front of me.

"Marjorie?" His quiet question broke me out of my reverie. He paused on his eggs to turn to me. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah," clearing my throat before continuing. "Yeah, I'm fine."

He turned back around to his pan with a wary look and I tried going back to the paper, but soon realized it was futile.

"Remus…" I spoke up. I didn't meet his eyes as he turned back around once again. My next question was almost a whisper. "Do you think I'm strange?"

"Strange?" He put his spatula down. "You're asking the werewolf if you're strange?"

When I didn't answer, he sighed and took the seat next to me. I fiddled with my coffee cup, not meeting his eyes though I could feel his gaze on me.

"Hey," he said quietly. "You're not strange. You're just different."

"Isn't that the same?"

"Different doesn't necessarily mean bad." He placed his hand over mine and I finally met his eyes. "No, you see, your differences make you special. Special in ways that intimidate and, at the same time, fascinate your peers. You've had a very distinct past that resonates with only a few."

"Well, that really puts my mind to ease," I mumbled.

"All of the events that led you to this point in your life have made you inexplicably you. Talented, smart, and unfortunately too mature for your own good you. Others will catch up, just give it time."

I let out a hollow chuckle before silence fell over the room. We sat in the quiet for a few moments. My mind eventually ventured off to other things.

"Is something else bothering you?"

I started slowly. "I keep having a dream. It's my mother, I think… and others." I moved my hands back to fiddle with my coffee cup. I didn't want to tell him who else joined me in that dark forest at night, not given the nature of the dream itself. "She keeps referring to a 'he' and how he'll be with me soon. I think she's referring to him. I think he's going to be there today."

"Hmm," he mused, leaning back in his chair. His hand went up to rub his chin in thought. Finally, he spoke up, harshly breaking the silence. "He hasn't been brought up the way we have, you have to remember. Last I heard, he doesn't even know who he is within our world. Even worse, he knows nothing of magic. The family he was placed with left him in the dark all these years… Those from the school have apparently been having trouble getting his letter to him, so it's a mystery whether or not he'll be attending this year."

"That's a terrible way to grow up," I mumbled. "Why didn't Professor Dumbledore help him?"

"He didn't think it was his place. No matter what we think of their techniques, that muggle family was generous to take him in." I rolled my eyes and he gave a sad chuckle. "It's terrible, indeed. But anyway, if he does show today, Dumbledore will handle it."

"Yeah, I understand."

He leaned forward again, elbows on the table as he stared at me intently.

"This is going to be hard, Marjorie. There's going to be a large learning curve ahead for the both of you. Nothing I can do or say now will change that. I only hope that Dumbledore and I have prepared you enough to at least face this challenge head-on."

"Right," I shrugged off the conversation. However, Remus' eyes were still on me. There was a secret hidden behind them that I didn't ask about. Instead, I sniffed the air. "Is that smoke?"

"Shite!" He gasped, getting up so quickly that he shifted the table. "My eggs!"

Everyone sat in the Great Hall, all sorted students sitting with their fellow housemates. The room was filled with an energy that radiated from the flagstone to the ceiling, making the candles that floated above our heads seemingly burn brighter. Animated conversations echoed through the hall as everyone awaited for the first years to enter the room. I didn't realize until I was seated in front of my empty plate how excited I would be for this, how excited I would be to not be the newcomer or the fresh face.

"Oooh, I wonder how many we'll get!" Rose squealed as she shook my arm from beside me. She had been very enthusiastic about our new prospects. Fiercely loyal to our house, she had been eyeing the bouncing newcomers on the train, making bets on who would soon be sitting next to us. "Hopefully some that can win us the House Cup this year!"

Benjy and I shared her enthusiasm, albeit a little more quietly. We gave each other happy smiles from across the table as we watched her spring up and down on the bench.

"C'mon guys, isn't this so exciting?" My body was now moving from left to right with her words.

"Let's just see whether or not they're pricks before we get all excited, yeah?" Benjy piped in, voice hushed as always. "Remember half of those we were sorted with last year?"

"Always the optimist, aren't we?" She retorted, sticking out her tongue. We all shared a laugh.

At that moment, the grand doors opened and Professor McGonagall led a mass of wide-eyed eleven-year-olds down the middle of the hall. They looked all around and up to the candles in the skylit ceiling, while the rest of the students sitting around them spoke in excited whispers. Rose went back to shaking my arm violently.

They congregated at the front, right before the steps that led up to the professors' table. Professor McGonagall placed a four-legged stool at the front of the room and then placed the Sorting Hat atop it. This was my favorite part - the hat began to twitch before its stitches warped to form a mouth and eyes. The hat opened its stitches and began to sing.

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

By the end, we were all singing along, loudly and mostly out of tune. Cheers erupted as the song finished.

"WOO!" Rose's voice rose above the rest as she clapped vigorously and practically stood.

Professor McGonagall stepped forward with a roll of parchment that contained all the names of the new arrivals. "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she explained. "Abbot, Hannah."

"Here we go!" Rose whispered, hands back on my arm.

A blonde girl stepped up to the stool, face flush with nervousness. She sat down and the hat was placed on her head. There was a moment of rich silence before the hat screamed out.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

There were cheers as she sat down, her fellow housemates patting her back and sending her a smile. Then, name after name was called and more students filled the end of the tables as the hat made its decisions.

"Boot, Terry."

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Finch-Fletchley, Justin."

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Granger, Hermione."

"GRYFFINDOR!"

All the theatrics made me think fondly of my time on the stool last year. From the outside looking in, it definitely appears like the Sorting Hat is the one to make the final judgement on which house a student will get sorted into. However, what I realized when the tangled leather was placed upon my head is that it's really more of a collaborative endeavor. The hat hears your thoughts and reads your feelings, taking your vote into consideration. I remember having quite a long chat with the hat before it sorted me into my preferred house.

"Malfoy, Draco."

My interest piqued, wondering which house the boy from the newspaper would be sorted into. Though, I had a pretty good guess. The hat barely touched his head before he yelled out.

"SLYTHERIN!"

He walked - no, sauntered - over to take a seat with his friends that had already been sorted into the house.

"No shock there, eh?" Benjy mumbled. I shot him a light glance in agreement, my guess had been correct.

"Potter, Harry."

Whispers erupted around the hall. I felt myself shrinking in my chair as eyes turned to stare intently in my direction and then back to him, and so the pattern continued. It was like they were watching the quaffle make its way back and forth between two sides of the quidditch field.

There he was, The Boy Who Lived. He stood not so tall in stature, with dark black locks that mimicked my own. I tried to ignore my peers, lifting my head to get a closer look. He staggered forward nervously and sat upon the stool.

"So that's him, right?" Rose whispered in my ear. I nodded, my mouth suddenly dry and unable to say anything.

But what was there to say when you see your little brother for the first time after 10 years? It felt like the first time at all considering my memories from when I was 2 were all but nonexistent. I felt an anvil make its home in the pit of my stomach.

Almost no one knew the complete details of that fateful night 10 years ago. The only certainty amongst the masses was that Harry Potter was The Boy Who Lived, while his parents perished in an attempt to shield him. In the years after, rumor spread of a second child, a little girl that also escaped the wrath of the Dark Lord with just a scar, much like Harry. When I began my first year at Hogwarts, I was hounded with questions about if I was the sister of the Harry Potter. Remus and Dumbledore asked me to keep a low profile in this regard, for reasons I wasn't told. However, even with my noncommittal answers, it was easy for the rest of the students to piece together the narrative despite my best efforts to keep on the inconspicuous side. I only confided in Rose and Benjy about what I knew about the night Harry became The Chosen One and me "The Lucky One."

I watched closely as the hat was placed on his head. There seemed to be entirely too long a silence as it deliberated, but I couldn't be sure if this was reality or just in my head. Finally, there was a scream.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

The table erupted and Harry's face lit up with a giant smile. Clearly, Gryffindor had been his top choice. He sat down enthusiastically, while everyone around him moved to shake his hand or pat his back. Gryffindor had gained a star.

"Weasly, Ron," McGonagall called out after a few more students took their turn on the chair.

"Geeze," Rose commented. "Another Weasley. How many of them are there." Her words were meant to be a joke, but a shush was sent her way by Benjy. We were surrounded by too many purebloods for that kind of comment to be taken in jest.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat rang out. Harry was the first to jump up, clapping his hands enthusiastically and clapping. They had a small hug as the red-headed boy reached the table.

The final new student was called and sorted - Blaise Zabini into Slytherin - and Professor Dumbledore stood from his position at the head of the table.

"Welcome," his voice rang throughout the Great Hall. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you and let the feast begin!"

The plates in front of us filled to the brim with food. Even after a year, I couldn't help but be delighted by the wonder of this magic. Such a subtle display of power that complimented the overall mysticism of the school we attended. My eyes lit up and giddiness engulfed me as I grabbed a spoonful of brussel sprouts from a bowl nearby.

The feast proceeded without much fanfare. It was a time for catching up with friends after a long summer apart. Rose spoke about her escapades during a family trip to Asia, while Benjy shared his tips for proper plant care that he learned from raising his new mandrakes.

I had occasionally glanced in Harry's direction as he animatedly talked with his new friends. It was so nice to see him so happy. Remus had told me a little bit more about the family Harry grew up with on our way to King's Cross this morning. A nasty bunch, they kept him underfed and underloved, but you wouldn't be able to notice the latter based on how he acted amongst the Gryffindors. It was like he was made for this life, made for a life as a wizard. I smiled at the thought.

The feast was wrapping up and we were all about to depart for our respective dormitories when I felt a presence behind me. I turned to see Professor McGonagall looking down upon me.

"Miss Potter," she said with her signature drawl. "Professor Dumbledore would like to speak with you in his office before you retire for the night. Please follow me."

Rose gave me a squeeze of the hand as I stood, while Benjy shot me a small smile. The rest of my classmates eyed me as I walked silently behind her. The whispers I dreaded started up again.

Tucked in a distant corner of the castle, it felt like we had been on this journey for an hour by the time we reached the gargoyle statue guarding the stairs on the seventh floor.

"Cauldron cakes," Professor McGonagall said lowly. The statue gave a respectful nod before moving out of the way, rotating to reveal the stairs.

I visited the headmaster's office many times last year, where he explained in great detail the significance of my past and how it would affect my future. Not much had changed aesthetically - the columns still stood foreboding as they framed his desk and the portraits of past headmasters hung in a circle around where he usually sat, watching the every move of the current leader of the school. Much like my home, knick-knacks filled the space, albeit in a more organized manner. Each one held the energy of some epic story from Dumbledore's past and I wondered if I would ever be able to hear about any of them.

As we approached the headmaster standing behind his desk, he moved his focus from a chirping Fawkes to look in our direction. A cheerful smile spread across his face.

"Ah, Miss Potter!" His hands spread wide as he greeted me. "Licorice wand?"

He held out a vase of the candy, but I declined with a simple shake of the head and a "no, thank you." He shrugged playfully before grabbing his own and taking a bite.

"I'm sure you know why I've summoned you here tonight." He made his way around the desk. "I thought it best if we made introductions before he heard from someone else. Best to avoid the confusion, no?"

He was now standing right in front of me, a smile on his face.

My heart began to race and I felt the sweat engulf my hands. The room began to spin a bit as I tried to focus on the great wizard in front of me. I didn't realize we would be doing this so soon. I thought I would have time to observe him from a distance before we made this official. Before we made the fact that I had a brother, and he a sister, a reality.

Dumbledore seemed to understand the inner conflict raging inside my head.

"As rumors reach his ears, so will his own inner turmoil start to brew. It might be best to hear it straight from the horse's mouth, I think that's what the muggles say. You are ready, Majorie."

I took a deep breath. He was right. It was time to face this head-on like Remus had encouraged me to do. I met his eyes as I answered. "Right, let's do this."

As if on cue, the door opened and Professor McGonagall entered with the timid first year following close behind her. Weird, I didn't even realize she had left, but she did have the tendency to sneak around the halls.

McGonagall ushered Harry to stand a few feet away from me, both of us facing our headmaster as silence surrounded us.

"Well, here we all are!" Dumbledore was animated, once again spreading his arms wide and placing a hand on each of our shoulders. "Firstly, Harry, welcome to Hogwarts! I hope the years ahead are filled with much learning that you can apply to future challenges."

It was the same thing he had said to me when I visited his office for the first time. Much like when I heard it last year, it seemed laced with a hidden meaning that was still unknown to me.

"Thank you, professor." Harry's voice was timid but almost disguised by his efforts to look confident in front of the man that towered over him.

"Right, let's just cut to it! No need for any theatrics. Harry," Dumbledore looked the boy in the eyes before turning and doing the same to me. "Marjorie. This is a very important day. Please face one another."

We silently did as we were told. Harry analyzed my face and I wondered if he was able to make any conclusions on his own. I felt an immediate energy between us as our eyes met and I was curious if he felt the same thing.

"Harry, my boy," the headmaster continued, hands now reassuringly placed on our backs. "I would like you to meet your sister."

While clearly giddy, the way he said it came out very nonchalant, much to my surprise. It was like he was an enthusiastic waiter announcing the specials at a restaurant, rather than the esteemed headmaster of Hogwarts revealing a life-altering truth for a couple of sorry students. There was a pregnant pause as I saw all ranges of emotions hit Harry's face at once. First, he scrunched his face in confusion, then he seemed sad, maybe a little bit of happiness, and then confused again.

"My… sister?" The word seemed foreign in his mouth, like he was learning a new language and just couldn't master the pronunciation. I began to worry when his face morphed into suspicion, perhaps even a dopple of annoyance.

"Yes, your sister." Dumbledore looked at me expectantly. Apparently, this was my time to speak up.

"Hi," I meekly mustered up. When no one spoke up, I tried to continue. "It's nice to meet you. Congratulations on making Gryffindor."

"A fine achievement, indeed!" Dumbledore turned back to the boy across from me with a small smile. "I think I can speak for dear Marjorie here when I say that she has been wanting to meet you for a very long time."

Harry's face lit up with a new emotion that was something akin to anger.

"'A very long time'? So you've known about me for a long time?" He bit out, taking a noticeable step back. "Why didn't you reach out to me before now? Do you all even know what life was like for me? All hell for my entire childhood and then suddenly, in one day, it all gets flipped upside down. It would have been nice to know that I've had a sister this entire time. Or even any idea that all of this," he waved his arms around, "existed. So I'm really sorry you had to wait a long time to meet your little brother that didn't even know who he was."

By the end of his spiel, it was clear that Harry wasn't upset with me, but the entire situation in which he found himself. A lot had been placed on his shoulders in a short amount of time. This was just the icing on the cake.

"Harry… I…" I was at a loss for words, unsure of what I could say to make the situation any better.

"So you've known this entire time that I've been out there?" He huffed out. "Why didn't you try to find me?"

I couldn't answer because I didn't know. Growing up, Harry was a touchy subject after Remus told me the story of the first two years of my life. After, he never brought up Harry himself and when I asked, he would quickly shoot me down and end the conversation. Part of me was just as frustrated as Harry because, until last year and my conversations with Professor Dumbledore, I knew just as much about Harry as he did me.

"Harry," Dumbledore stepped in, voice calm. "I assure you, the only reason Marjorie knows is because it's difficult to grow up in the wizarding world and not hear tales of your story. She would have also been left in the dark otherwise."

Huh, I didn't know about that.

"And Marjorie's existence has been kept on the quiet side for the most part," Dumbledore continued. "Many know about The Boy Who Lived, but not many know that there was another child in that house that night."

This I did know, I was told last year by Dumbledore in the exact spot we stood. Now, I listened as Dumbledore passed the knowledge onto my brother.

The reason that You-Know-Who entered our house in Godric's Hollow that night was for Harry, the rest of us meant to be collateral damage. I only made it out because he headed for Harry first after our parents. It was the twisted kind of luck. Given our parents had mostly been in hiding since my birth, not many knew of my existence in the first place, and those who did kept buttoned up at the behest of Dumbledore in the time since. For the most part, anyway.

Harry considered everything for a moment, his face now unreadable as the knowledge hit him. He seemed significantly less upset when he spoke again. "But why? Why would you keep us apart?"

"The Dursleys could only take one and we made a choice," Dumbledore continued after a moment. For a second, I thought his eyes betrayed a hint of something more, something he didn't want to tell us. His facade was only down for a half a second before he regained his usual composure. "But, alas. If only we had known their tendencies as caretakers."

Harry gave out a hollow chuckle that eventually morphed into a full-blown, contagious laugh. Dumbledore and I were quick to follow suit.

"So, here we are. The Potter siblings together at last."

"A lot of catching up we have to do, don't we?" Harry directed towards me with a smirk.

"Eh, a few things," I said as I reciprocated his smirk with my own.

We took a moment to look at each other once more. Up close, it was shocking to see how much he looked like our father, at least based on the pictures I had been shown by Remus. He had the same jet black hair and facial structure. The only deviation was his eyes. Much like me, he had our mother's eyes.

I couldn't help but smile at the sight while tears stung the corners of my eyes. This was indeed my brother.

"Wait," I was pulled out of my thoughts by Harry's voice. He was looking at my robes, confusion rewritten on his face. "Are you in Slytherin?"