Disclaimer: I've written this purely because I wanted to see what I could do with the wonderful characters from J.K Rowling's Harry Potter. It will have Dumbledore bashing and (as usual) Weasley bashing. The first chapter also includes Granger bashing. NOT FOR GINNY LOVERS!

Slight child neglect – if that troubles you then please don't read (It won't be too bad though). Anything recognisable is not mine. Now my darlings let's get on with it!

Summary: Harry longs for a family of his own. When he finds out that he is a wizard, his life only gets worse. First year he is treated like a god by Slughorn, second year he is blamed for Ginny Weasley's death and third year he is told he's not allowed to meet his godfather. He won't stand for it. Him and his new-found sister Hermione go on a journey to find their Godfather and make the life they want.

(Obviously AU and just to clear a few things up: Lucius told Voldy about the prophecy and Snape was killed for disloyalty when Voldy found out that he knew about the prophecy the whole time. Hermione is Harry's long-lost sister who was meant to stay with him.)

Thirteen-year-old Harry Potter stared up at the boring ceiling of his bed in No. 4 Privet Drive. His life was a complete and utter mess. At first, finding out he was a wizard seemed incredible, it was finally a way to stop living with his horrid aunt and uncle and be in the world that he belonged in.

His aunt and uncle had dropped him off at Kings-Cross station early, so that they would have to put up with him as little as possible, it was then that he realised that Hagrid hadn't told him where to find the platform when he had found him a week ago. He had overheard a muggle family walking with a small girl around his age, the first thing he noticed was how she seemed incredibly thin, the second thing was how her parents seemed to be talking to her. It looked surprisingly similar to how his aunt and uncle talked to him, the way that she seemed to shrink into herself only confirmed that. However, that wasn't the main thing that caught his attention.

Her parents had been whispering in hushed tones, so quiet that Harry had to strain his ears to hear. When he did, he heard the words, Platform nine and three quarters. His eyes had widened and he had run over to them subtly. He had gathered up all of the courage in him and cleared his throat as he was stood behind them, the adults seemed to adopt a whole new persona as they smiled showing off their pearly whites as they had asked if there was anything that they could do for him. Harry had said that he had overheard them talking about the platform the moods of them and their daughter seemed to switch. Suddenly, they were the ones with a scowling face whilst the girl next to them had a beaming smile on hers.

They looked at their daughter, scowling and said, "You've found another freak so why don't you go together?" They had said as they walked off.

The girl's eyes had clouded over with tears as she hung her head down, ready for Harry to presumably abandon her too. When she lifted her head up curiously however, she was met with a kind smile and a hesitant outstretched hand. She smiled happily and took it as they walked through the barrier. She introduced herself as Hermione Jean Granger and had only smiled when he introduced himself. 'Thank goodness,' Harry had thought, he had been worried that everyone would go crazy with him after Hagrid had taken him to Diagon Alley. They had boarded the train together and found an empty compartment to share. On the journey there, they had talked avidly and for the first time in Harry's life, he felt safe. Safe with the girl that he had just met.

If only he knew.

~*•°•*~

Harry smiled into nothing-ness on his bed, Hermione had been his first friend, the first person not to judge him in his life.

~*•°•*~

When he and Hermione got to Hogwarts however, it had been very rocky. Immediately, no-one had known who he was and he had been rather grateful for that. They had met a nice enough boy named Neville Longbottom as they were boarding the boats that took them to the castle for the first time. When they arrived in the Entrance Hall it had been similar, no-one had known who he was. Until one red-head had come and mucked it all up. Ronald Weasley had been looking around the hall asking anyone and everyone if they had seen Harry Potter. That was when the whispering had begun. Harry scowled silently as he glared at the privacy intrusive boy. His anger was quickly deflated when Hermione grabbed his hand and smiled reassuringly at him. Something about her touch was calming, almost therapeutic even. That once again surprised him, he was never comfortable with any physical contact from anyone.

When the ginger reached him, he had started going off on a rant, asking if he had seen Harry Potter or not. Deciding he would mess with the boy a bit like he had that mean blond boy in Diagon Alley; he answered a resolute 'no'.

The boy groaned loudly and stomped off grumpily. Him and Hermione had shared an amused and slightly disgusted look as they came to an unspoken agreement. They would never become friends with him.

They were then led into the hall as the sorting hat sung its loud song. The first thing Harry noticed however, wasn't the singing hat - though that did pike his interest – it was an old man sitting at the table at the very top of the room. Harry snapped back to reality as he waited for his friend's name to be called out. When she wasn't called out with the other students with the last name of G, she turned to him looking confused and slightly worried. He remembered that on the train ride she had told him that she was adopted when he had asked why her parents were treating her unkindly and he had told her about his family. That was one of the reasons the two bonded so quickly. He wondered if this would be the way she actually found out her name.

Harry looked back up at the staff table only to see the old man once again staring. Only this time, he was staring at Hermione with worry in his eyes. He quickly stood up and Professor McGonagall, Harry thought her name was, stopped mid-sentence as she stared in confusion. The entire hall waited in silence with many people's head's tilted as they all stared at the headmaster, confused. Professor McGonagall's eyes widened as she looked down at the scroll in her hand. She nodded mutely at the headmaster's words and continued with the sorting. Meanwhile, another professor, Flitwick, Harry thought his name was, came over to him and Hermione and led them out of the hall via a side door. Harry looked over to Hermione and found her shaking with worry. He held her hand like she had done with him a moment ago and she visibly calmed. He smiled reassuringly at her as they followed the professor in silence.

The trio arrived in a small room as they were told to take a seat by the wizard. He seemed nice enough, Harry had thought after watching the man for a moment.

"Sir, why are we here? We haven't done anything wrong have we?" Hermione had asked, fear evident in her voice.

The professor looked over at Hermione shocked, "Of course not! Why ever would you think so?" He asked.

Hermione mumbled something incoherent as she shrunk into herself.

'I hope that Dumbledore knew what he was doing.' Flitwick thought, it was clear even to a blind man that something was wrong with these two, he only hoped that they had been safe all these years. The trio waited an awkward half hour before Dumbledore walked in, an air of confidence surrounding him. Said confidence wilted however, when he saw that no-one reacted at all.

"Mr Potter, Miss Granger, I am Albus Dumbledore. The Hogwarts headmaster." He announced.

"We haven't done anything wrong sir have we?" Hermione asked meekly.

"Of course, not Miss Granger," He assured, "I simply think that were we to have your sorting in the great hall, there might be a bit of an uproar."

"Why sir? I understand that it might for me but, why Hermione?" Harry asked.

"Put on the sorting hat and you'll find out." Dumbledore ordered, the twinkle in his eye going mad.

Harry walked up to the stool as Dumbledore placed the hat on him.

"Hmm. Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, oh my goodness, yes — and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting... So where shall I put you?"

"Slytherin possibly? Ah, I see that you know little to nothing about the world you were born into. Slytherin is the house of cunning and ambition, meanwhile in Gryffindor you'll be brave and chivalrous. Ravenclaw values wisdom, cleverness and wit whilst Hufflepuff values hard work, kindness and loyalty. You could be great in any one of them you know, it's all here in your head, Slytherin will certainly help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that. But no, knowing your path, better be…

GRYFFINDOR!"

Harry smiled at the outcome as did Dumbledore.

"Come now Miss Granger…" Dumbledore said, "This may be rather confusing but I'll explain it all soon enough."

"Ahh..." the hat chuckled. "I have been waiting for you, Miss Potter."

"Potter?"Hermione asked in confusion. "I'm a Granger."

"I think we both know you are at the very least not a Granger, Miss Potter. Your knowledge of the world you were born into far surpasses that of your brother here that's for sure. But you still know too little. Like your brother you are rather difficult. Plenty of courage, an incredible mind that Rowena would love to train and a great deal of talent. You surely are cunning and like your brother you have a nice thirst to prove yourself." The hat paused for a second if hats could gasp, Hermione thought it would "You are destined for extreme greatness Miss Potter, even more so than your brother I'd say. So where shall I put you? Better be… GRYFFINDOR!"

Hermione shifted uncomfortably in her seat; her hands were rested atop her lap. She looked up and saw Harry staring slack-jawed at her. She was sure that she looked the exact same.

~*•°•*~

Once again Harry smiled into the darkness. That was the day he had discovered that Hermione was his sister. That was the day his life had changed for the better.

~*•°•*~

Dumbledore had explained what happened that night at Godric's Hollow. When Voldemort had entered the house, he immediately disarmed James and killed him, he then slowly made his way up the stairs to the nursery where Lily Potter was guarding her two babies. Voldemort gave her a chance to move, he said that he only wanted the children. When she didn't comply, he killed her. He had then turned his attention the two babies. A cruel sadistic smile spread across his face as he decided which one to torture first. He eventually decided on the girl and walked over to the crib.

"Crucio." He had whispered.

Immediately, baby Hermione had started screaming but Harry had as well. The twins were connected in such a way that in that moment, Harry was feeling his twin's pain. Voldemort's eyes widened at the revelation but only need broke him out of his sick torture session. He then turned to the boy, deciding to kill him first. After all, they were both a threat to his power, he would have to kill them both. The rest, Dumbledore said, was known already. Harry survived.

~*•°•*~

Harry's smile suddenly turned to a scowl in the darkness. The old man had left out the fact that he had stolen his baby sister away from the house before anyone else reached the destination. He, like Harry, had found the most distant possible relatives that he could and found the Grangers. Mr. and Mrs. Granger were just like the Dursleys. Mrs. Granger was Lily Potter's fourth cousin's great granddaughter and they had never even met. They likely didn't even know the other existed.

~*•°•*~

Their first year at Hogwarts was rather… unremarkable. At first both Harry and Hermione had agreed that it was sure to be exciting but once news broke out about who they were well… their entire experience was ruined. Hermione quickly became almost as famous within the school as her brother being called 'the girl who disappeared' even after Hermione continuously pointed out that she was here now.

Ronald Weasley was a nightmare though.

Initially he had been annoyed that he had been tricked by the boy who lived but all grudges were immediately forgotten as a day into the term he was already the first in the Gryffindor Common Room waiting for the duo. It was too much that eventually, Harry and Hermione started waking up at six am just to avoid him.

The second worst thing about Hogwarts was potions. There wasn't necessarily anything…wrong with Slughorn. It was just that he was:

Overbearing,

Greedy,

Self-indulgent,

Unfair,

A classic social climber,

Self-absorbed,

And overall, a downright rude individual.

Initially, Harry and Hermione had been flattered though slightly disturbed about the favouritism they were being given but it soon turned to annoyance as once again, they realised that they were only being treated how they were based on their fame.

Unfortunately, that lunch Malfoy had walked up to Harry and challenged him to a duel to which Harry had stupidly accepted thanks to a certain ginger who had deemed himself Harry's second. That night, they found out that they'd been set up as they were being chased by Filch. They had run into a room to hide and received the fight of their lives as they found a three-headed dog greeting them, they'd run back to the common room, drunk on the adrenalin and barely supporting a terrified Ron. They hadn't talked to him for the rest of the year.

The day after the incident, two red-headed twins plopped down on a sofa in front of them. They'd introduced themselves as Fred and George Weasley and they apologized for their brother's stupidity, they then started going on and on, blabbering about if they had any ideas for pranking their brother with.

"Right, we'll just be going." Hermione had said, "Nice meeting you two." As the twins was walking out, they heard what sounded like someone being slapped on the head. "Nice going, idiot." Fred snapped playfully, "You've just scared her off." Hermione rolled her eyes and chuckled, they didn't hear what his twin had to say to that because they'd already slipped down a secret passage to avoid the other Weasley coming down the hall.

Over the next few weeks, the twins had tried talking to them again and although Harry and Hermione were wary of them at first, they had to admit. They were fast growing on them. At the very end of the year, the duo had gone back to the room that the dog, (Fluffy, he was called) resided in. When they entered the room, they found out that the dog was fast asleep. They had jumped down the trap door and landed on something soft and…moving?

"Harry!" Hermione had yelled, "This is Devil's snare! You just need to relax…" She finished as she was let go. Thankfully after a bit of panicking, Harry did just that and he fell through.

The next room was filled with keys flying around and thankfully Harry had managed to find the right one. The next room seemed to be a giant chessboard but the pieces had already been blown apart, they ran straight through to find a potions riddle. Together, the duo had figured it out and they ran into the chamber. They had found professor Quirrell there standing looking at a mirror. He had wanted to know how to get the Philosophers stone for his master.

Lord Voldemort.

He looked every bit as terrifying as the twins had been told. Thankfully though, they had managed to escape.

The end of the year resulted in Slytherin winning the house cup until Dumbledore announced that he had some last-minute points to award. Harry gained Gryffindor seventy-five points, Hermione gained Gryffindor seventy-five points and Neville, thanks to standing up to some of his only friends gained twenty points. When they thought back to it, their first year at Hogwarts flew by almost faster than they could credit it. Harry and Hermione had formed a close-knit friendship quickly, the fact that they were siblings might've been something to do with that though. Most importantly, after he saw the Slytherins bothering her, Harry keep a closer eye on Hermione, and made sure that the Slytherins stayed far, far away from his sister.

Miss. Hermione Granger

Dear Hermione,

I hope that this letter finds you properly, and I hope that you're having a wonderful summer. I'm ashamed to admit that mine hasn't been. I've been locked in the house for almost all summer and our cousin has been driving me up the walls. I'm excited to see you next year, time can't go quick enough. Are you ok? What's your home life like? I know that you said you weren't very close with the Grangers but they at least treat you well, right? I hope so. See you next year!

Your brother,

Harry Potter

P.S I know that you're a Potter but you're not legally seen as one in the muggle world yet.

Mr. Harry Potter

Dear Harry,

I'm so sorry that your, well, our relatives are being rude to you. They seem like horrible people. So far, my summer has been fairly boring. My adoptive mother has been very distant and rude to me-so has my father; I honestly wish that for once in their lives they would treat me kindly. Sadly, you're wrong whilst I have my own room its rather cramped and only has the bare minimum in. I'm not complaining at all it's just that I'd like it if I had something a bit bigger than an overly large broom closet.

Your sister,

Hermione Potter

P.S I loved writing that name.

The letter was very creased from being folded and unfolded; it was currently Harry's most prized possession.

The duo kept up with their letters all summer long.