Everyone gaped. Harry reached out to touch it but all of a sudden his head hurt. He grabbed his head. He went to look at her but she had run down the hall.

"She was the girl that lived. She was.... I mean.... must have been.... my sister?" he asked questioningly. "Why hadn't SHE been remembered? Why couldn't she live with the Dursleys? Why did Dumbledore choose ME?" he asked.

"Harry you don't know what happened in Godrics Hollow. You were one for Gods sake! For all we know she could be making it up. It could have been MAKE UP! She could have used Poly-Juice Potion," said Ron reassuringly.

"No, that WAS Harry's twin. Or another survivor of the Voldemort!" all the Weasleys cringed at the sounded of this name. "Remember, Poly-Juice Potion only works with a part of the person you are becoming. And that wasn't make-up, it looked too real. No I think it WAS Harry's sister."

"I'll go get her," said Harry with a sigh. He walked down to her compartment and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" asked a weepy voice.

"Harry!" he said sharply.

"Come in," she said from inside the compartment. Harry stepped in and closed it behind him.

"Was that a joke?" he asked. She lifted her bangs. He reached out and touched it trying to find some recollection of her at all. His scar burned even worse.

"No, no, no!" she said suddenly. "Put your hands out open!" she snapped. Harry gave her a scared look but put his hands out and spread his fingers. She traced his scar with one finger. When he felt her hand lift off his head he wasn't on the train anymore. He looked around. It was familiar to him. There was a crib and a rocking chair and a bookshelf with lots of books on it. It was really dark. He heard a crying sound coming from the crib next to his. He reached for his wand but it wasn't there. In fact his pants were gone! He had a DIAPER on! Then he figured it out. He was back to when he was a baby. He saw the door to this small room open and a bright light come on. There they were. A sleepy but awake mother, and a father in a robe and bunny slippers. BUNNY SLIPPERS? My father in bunny slippers? He thought. He opened his mouth to speak, to say something to them but all that came out was a bubble and a burp. His father came to his crib and his mother to the other. He was lifted out and rocked softly. He opened his mouth again to say something else but all that came was "Dada!" not loudly but just loud enough. His mom walked over to him.

"Good Harry," she whispered. "Oh, James! He said it today, I wonder when Elizabeth will!" Elizabeth, Harry wondered. He thought her name was Anastasia. Just then a sound came out of Ana's mouth, "Mama!" she said.

"This is wonderful James!" said his mother.

"Yeah," said James in mid-yawn. "Can we get back to bed?"

"Sure, they seem fine," said his mother. They put the babies back and turned the light in the room off. He heard a couple of soft kiss sounds and the door closed. He put his head on the pint-sized pillow. He sat back up after a few minutes and tried to stand. He couldn't so he just gave up and fell asleep. He felt a jolt and he was back on the train. Ana had lifted her hands off of his. But it was dark now.

"What...dare I ask...was that?" he asked.

"A memory of yours," she said calmly, grabbing an orange from an above compartment.

"How did you get it?" asked Harry.

"Harry you may be The Boy That Lived but really, where is your mind?" she asked. He gave her an exasperated look. She gave a deep sigh. "I was a Raison d'ĂȘtre. In French it is purpose of existence. I show people things that have been lost in the back of their minds. Choose a date. Any day, randomly, that you have been alive for. Go on then!"

"Lets see, March ninth, Nineteen ninety-four," he said quickly.

"Are you sure? Not a very decisive one then was it," she said.

"You said you could do it!" he shouted. She sighed and Harry spread his hands and closed his eyes. He felt a finger go down his head. All of a sudden he was in his cupboard under the stairs. He was AMAZED! He looked at the calendar he had hid under his pillow all those years. Every day up to March ninth was crossed out. Small rays of light swept through the vent on the door. He felt bits of dust fall on his head as he felt the cupboard rumble. He was terrified. What was this? Then all of a sudden he heard a loud bang on the door and heard a latch unhook.

"Get up, you old laze!" yelled a familiar voice, recognizable only as Uncle Vernon's. He sighed sadly and got up. The cupboard was a lot bigger than he remembered. He climbed out and stepped into the kitchen. His clothes were long and hanging off his body.

"Lets go! You have school today and Dudley's lunch still needs its making!" yelled Aunt Petunia. Harry looked at the clock. It was WAY too early. Ten past six! He followed the daily routine he used to. Get up, make breakfast, make Dudley's lunch. But somewhere during the swiping of the peanut butter onto the bread he had come back to the train.

"Harry, you there?" asked Ana's reassuring voice. "We are nearly there and you and I need to change into our robes still." A thunderstorm roared outside the train. He looked at his watch. It was twenty 'til seven. He'd best hurry.