"Ron, Mum says we have to go to Gram's house tomorrow," said Ginny, walking out into the sunshine where Harry, Ron and Liza were sitting on the warm grass. She took a seat next to Harry, who shoved her playfully with his shoulder.

Ron groaned. "You can't be serious!"

"I am."

"We can't get out of it?"

"Ron, this is our mother we're talking about."

Ron slumped. "This sucks."

Liza glanced at Harry, but he seemed equally perplexed. "…What's going on?" Liza piped up.

"We have to visit our grandmother tomorrow," explained Ginny.

"Yeah, and she's crazier than Professor Trelawney!"

Harry seemed agahst. "You can't be serious."

"Who?" asked Liza.

"Our Divination teacher," said Ginny.

"I thought divination was just for loons to try and get money out of muggles? There're about a billion witches in America who do. They teach you that stuff in school?"

"Yeah," said Harry glumly.

Liza shook her head. "And they say Hogwarts is such a quality institution…"

"Hey! It is!" Ron exclaimed indignantly. Liza laughed.

"Well anyway, the divination teacher at Hogwarts is Professor Trelawney and she's absolutely mad. And unfortunately, our dear Grams makes her look perfectly sane indeed," Ginny explained.

"Wow," breathed Harry, "I didn't think that was possible…"

"Yeah. It is. And we have to go visit her tomorrow."

"Well, we could come with you…" Liza suggested. "Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, then."

"Oh. No. Believe me, you do not want to subject yourself to that," said Ron. "Spare yourselves, please!"

"C'mon Ron, it can't be that bad…"

"Yes, it can."

Liza gave him a skeptical look.

"C'mon, Liz, don't worry. Me and Ginny'll just go and get it over with and we'll be fine. You and Harry can hang out tomorrow."

Liza shrugged and looked towards Harry. He shrugged too. Then she smiled a bit. "I guess so. We can look at those pictures you were talking about," she said.

Harry nodded. "Sure."

"Why don't you bring them over around noon?"

Harry knocked on the Fairley's door at noon the next day, slightly apprehensive at being alone with Liza all day. She came to the door stifling a yawn, dressed in her blue flannel pajama pants with yellow stars ("from Delia's" she had said, whatever that meant). She smiled groggily at him and said, "Come in, we're about to miss Kim Possible." Harry puzzled over this as he followed her into the living room, still littered with boxes. "Sorry I'm not awake yet," she said, yawning again, "I ended up talking to Chris until like 3 am." Chris was Liza's ex-boyfriend from home, Harry, Ron and Ginny had discovered early on. They seemed to talk quite a lot for a couple that was broken up, but Liza insisted that he had been her best friend as well as her boyfriend and that was all that was left of their relationship. Ron still shifted uncomfortably and glared into space whenever Chris was mentioned.

However, Ron was not there this morning to begrudge the absent boy, just Harry and Liza. They sat on the couch, Liza pulling one knee up to her chest comfortably. Harry watched her pick up her coffee mug and sip it serenely, though her eyes were fixed on the tv.

"Call me beep me, if you want to reach me, if you want to page me it's ok," sang the theme song as the cartoon of Kim Possible zoomed around the screen.

"If you want me to get you any food or anything, you'll have to wait till the commercial," Liza said, "but you can get stuff yourself if you want."

Harry shook his head, "No thanks, Mrs. Weasley made pancakes."

When Kim Possible was over (she and Ron Stoppable had foiled the plans of yet another bad guy trying to take over the world), Harry pulled out his photo album, as promised, and they poured over the pictures.

The man and woman seemed oddly familiar to Liza, but it wasn't until the wedding picture that she realized why. She began to laugh softly.

Harry looked over at her, bewildered.

She pointed to a curly, blonde haired girl standing next to Harry's mother. The girl was giggling and grinning at the camera, her wide blue eyes twinkling. Those eyes… Harry recognized those eyes… He looked towards Liza hesitantly. "Blithe Harold Fairley," she said plainly, "my mom."

Harry was shocked. "And there," she pointed to the space behind her mother in the picture where a man stood, mostly hidden by the two girls, "my dad. Your dad's cousin."

Harry could do nothing but stare at her.

"I can't believe I didn't realize it sooner!" she continued. "My dad's told me all about it… Our mom's were best friend, Blithe and Lily. Then my dad went to stay with his cousin James in England for a while so he could study at Hogwarts. And he met my mom, and after graduation they got married. And then Lily had you. And my mom had me. And then my mom died and dad moved us back to Vermont as quick as he could. That's all I know."

"Well, after your mom died, both my parents died. Killed by Voldemort. Then he lost his powers."

Liza nodded. "We don't get a lot of news from England, but my dad told me that Voldemort had been stopped, but we didn't know how. He killed my mom too."

They were silent for a moment. Then Liza looked up, a smile starting in her eyes. "Harry! We're cousins!"

He blinked at her for a moment, then grinned. "Yeah. We are."

"That's so cool! I have a cousin! Wow."

"Yeah. That is cool." He grinned at her and they looked through the rest of his pictures.

"C'mon, I've got loads of pictures upstairs! My mom liked taking pictures of all her friends, so there's tons of your parents!" They trooped up the stairs to Liza's bedroom and she pulled two large photo albums off of a shelf along with a large cardboard box. She placed them all on her four-poster bed. "There. More pictures than anyone could ever want." She grinned.

They search through the albums and the box, stopping to laugh and point out a particularly nice image to the other. Harry explained about Sirius and Remus and Pettigrew, and that Sirius and Remus were now co-teachers of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.

"Wow. I was always wondering what happened to them. Dad knew their names and that they were mom's friends, but that's about it. He heard about your parents dying, but we thought you had died too."

Harry nodded. "And to think, all this time I was living with the Dursleys… and I had other family…"

"I'm so sorry, Harry. I wish we had known!"

"It's not your fault. I'm just glad we found out now! I mean, the Weasleys are wonderful, but it's nice to know I have real family too."

Liza nodded, "I know what you mean."

There were so many pictures that they were still looking at them far into the evening, approaching when Ron and Ginny would return. But when Ron and Ginny came up to Liza's room, they found a different sight than they had expected. Harry was propped against a pillow at the foot of the bed, a pile of pictures next to him, one photograph still clutched in his hand, his eyes closed and his breathing soft. Liza was similarly positioned at the head of the bed, her lips curling as she breathed.

The two siblings smiled at the sight. Ginny was first to move, gently placing herself on the bed next to Harry, pulling his arms around her waist. Harry murmured incoherently and settled into her, snuggling into her hair. Ron followed her example and scooted on to the bed next to Liza, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, and she instinctively moved her head to rest on his chest. He kissed the top of her head and gingerly plucked the photograph from her hand.

He examined it carefully, the blond woman, with Liza's midnight eyes… next to the red-haired Lily Potter… and there was Sirius… and Lupin… and Harry's father too. Could it be…? Ron stared down at her in wonder, then kissed the top of her head again and let himself fall asleep.

HA yes. Another update! Go me! Please review! Tell me what you think! This chapter was a bit strange, and I stole a lot from The Secret Garden, because I love it so much, but anyway. Tell me what you think!!!!! REVIEW!!!!! The next chapter should be coming soon…