5th
Year Sorrows Part 12
One night, about a week after
the incident with Pettigrew, Ron came rushing up to Harry.
"Harry, Harry!" he yelled. Oh
no, thought Harry, I gotta get out of here quick.
"Harry, I have something to tell
you. I fought of the curse. But listen. They were trying to make me write you a
letter from the Ministry saying you needed to meet Cornelius Fudge at the
graveyard where Voldemort rose. They want to take you and turn you over to the
dark side. Harry, I have one more thing, you need to tell Dumbledore, it was
Seamus Finnigan's mom that put me under the curse." Whatever Harry was
expecting, it wasn't that. Was Seamus's mother really a death eater?
* * * *
Weeks flew by. Harry had yet to
tell Dumbledore about that, he didn't think it was true. Finally it was time
for the term to start. Most first years had already been sorted, although some
hadn't. Every first year was to put on the hat again, just for the feast. As
Harry took his seat, right before the sorting began, Dumbledore stood up.
"Students, before I begin, we
have an exchange student from Russia. She will be placed with the fifth years.
She will be sorted before the rest of the students.
"Jermanswipe, Natalia," said
Professor McGonagall. Natalia walked forward and put the Sorting Hat over her
head.
"Hmm, interesting, an exchange
student. Well, I sense a great witch here. My, you have outstanding bravery, a
lot of power, and a great thirst to prove yourself. But, my, here's something
else. It is interesting. A very rare quality. I've only seen it in one other
student. His name was Harry Potter. Yes, your twin brother. Well, looks like
you belong in GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted, as Natalia. There's something
strange about her, thought Harry, as Natalia walked to the Gryffindor table.
Something, he thought, as if he'd known her all his life.
"Harry," Hermione whispered,
"that girl. She looks almost exactly like you." Just then, Natalia walked over
and turned to Harry.
"Harry, I need to tell you
something," she said. She didn't have that Russian accent, but a normal British
one. Harry nodded and Hermione moved over to talk to Ginny.
"Harry, you probably won't
believe me, but we're twins." Harry stared. So, he had known her. "We were
separated at birth," she continued," another family adopted me, the
Jermanswipes. They raised me, and told me just last year that you were my
brother. I asked who my parents were, and they told me they had died. The
Jermanswipes had been a good friend of our mother's, and when she found out
Voldemort was after you, she sent me to live with the Jermanswipes. She had
wanted at least one of her children to live, and she thought you'd die. Then I
found out the Voldemort was rising, and that I was needed to help you fight
him," she finished her story, and Harry couldn't believe it. He had always
thought he had another sibling, but he didn't think it was true.