Lost And Found
Chapter One – An Old Dream Reborn
Harry tossed and turned in his sleep. In his mind he saw the same image he had been haunted with all his life - a high pitched laugh, a scream, and a flash of green light. But this time, something was wrong. Someone else was there. She had long black hair. She turned on her heel and ran as soon as he tried to look at her. He called out to her. He wanted to know who she was. He woke up in a cold sweat. He was breathing hard.
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Harry reached for his glasses the next morning. He slumped down to the Gryffindor common room.
"Rough night Harry?" Ron asked him when he appeared in the chair near the fire.
"I saw her again," Harry answered.
"Her who?" Hermione asked as she plopped into a chair next to them.
"I don't know," Harry answered. "She looks like me, except she's a girl. She was in the house then night Voldemort…"
"AHEM!" Ron muttered loudly
"Sorry, You-Know-Who killed my parents," Harry said. He stared at the floor as he spoke.
"Is she your mum?" Hermione asked.
"No, she couldn't be," Harry answered "I saw my mum in the mirror of Erised. It's not her."
"Well, did you see her in the mirror?" Ron asked.
"I may have," Harry replied "I don't remember her though."
"Did you have a sister?" Hermione inquired.
"Not that anyone's ever mentioned…but then, everyone knows more about me than I do." Harry admitted.
"You should ask Sirius," said Ron. "He'd know."
"Do you really think I should? I mean, it's probably just a stupid dream. There's probably nothing to it," Harry reasoned. "It's probably just my imagination."
"Alright, how about going to see Hagrid then Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Okay, sure," Harry replied