Author's Note: I don't know why I wrote this. I'm just a BIG DC and HP and I was wondering what it would be like if Joey and Harry were related. Trust me, I was actually thinking about the reviews and flames of this story, but I need to get this topic off my mind. You don't have to review—or even continue on reading for that matter. Just as long as you don't flame me…I am fine.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. They belong to Kevin Williamson (Dawson's Creek) and J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter).
Summary: Harry has an unknown sister. How, I don't know…but he does. How will he cope with his older half-sister and whom does she end up falling for…(NOT INCEST!)
Takes place in Harry's third year at Hogwarts but this chapter takes place in the summer before he goes to Hogwarts. Joey is seventeen years old.
"Dammit boy! Get down here and cook us some dinner! Your Aunt Petunia can't do everything around here!" Uncle Vernon yelled from the kitchen.
Harry, who was in his room, rolled over on his bed and got up from it. He slowly walked out of the room and walked down the stairs. The 12-year-old boy about to enter his third year at Hogwarts ran his hands through his hair as he entered the kitchen.
"It's about time. There—start frying the fish!" Aunt Petunia barked as Harry walked to the stove.
"All right, Aunt Petunia," Harry mumbled, watching the fish being fried. Then, when he finished frying the fish, he served it to everyone, along with mashed potatoes and peas.
When they had finished eating their dinner, Uncle Vernon said, "That was the worst cooked dinner I have ever eaten! Who taught you how to cook, boy?"
Harry ignored him, however, collecting everyone's dinner plates. He placed them in the sink. Then, he turned on the water and began to wash.
"When is Aunt Marge arriving here for her visit, dad?" Dudley burped, getting up from his chair.
"In a few days. We'd have to clean this house up and make it look presentable. And you'd better act normally," Uncle Vernon roared at Harry.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon," Harry moaned pathetically. Once he had finished washing the dishes, Harry retreated up to the comforts of his room to do his summer homework.
Harry concentrated hard on the book he was reading, A History Of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot. He didn't like the idea of witch burnings or anything of that sort. He looked at Hedwig and began a conversation with her.
"Hey, Hedwig. So, how do you like your cage? Have you made any good owl friends in the Owlery this year? Are you ready to go back to Hogwarts? I know you think it's insane of me to talk to you like this. Well, I can't really talk to anyone like this in the summers, you know," Harry said as Hedwig hooted at him.
"Do you ever think that I might have any other relatives that I don't know of that is still living? No, I didn't think so, either. But I just like to think of it that way…you know, when the Dursleys get on my case. Well, it's a good thought to think about, right? Hmm, well, you'd probably want to fly off now, eh? Well, then, off you go, then," Harry said, opening the door to Hedwig's cage. She flew out of the cage and searched for the window. Once she had found it, she flew off and away and didn't come back until later that evening…
Meanwhile, in good, old Capeside, Massachusetts, Joey Potter laid on her bed, remembering the trip that she and her boyfriend, Pacey Witter, were on. They had sailed down to Key West and then back up to Capeside. She reached for a small, light purple pillow at the foot of her bed with her own foot. Once she got it, she rolled over on her stomach, placed the pillow on the bed, and dug her face into it. There was a soft knock on the door. Joey groaned a 'come in' as her sister, Bessie, entered the room. Joey rolled over on her back.
"Hey, Jo. There's a man here to see you," Bessie said in a mischievous tone.
"Who is it? Is it Pacey?" Joey asked, jumping up from her bed. She joined her sister as the two walked down to the Potters' living room.
There, a man with brown hair with some visible white ones sat on the white, floral print sofa that was facing its back to the staircase. The man appeared to be drinking tea.
Joey squinted her eyes, rounding the side of the sofa. When she had realized who her visitor was, she squealed, "Uncle Remus!"
"Oh, Joey! Dear, young Joey! How have you been, my lass?" Remus Lupin asked with a British accent, putting down his cup of tea on the coffee table in front of him. He wrapped his arms around Joey, who sat next to him. Bessie watched the two meet again after many years at the bottom of the stairs.
"I'm fine. How about you? How is England? How's Uncle Sirius?" Joey asked, releasing her arms from around Remus' neck.
"Well my dear, Sirius has gone off—well—away. I don't know where he is these days. As for me, I am doing all right, as you are. I have just accepted a job at a prestigious school of wit—of, er, music," Remus lied. "And England, oh, the old country is still as beautiful as ever…not that America isn't beautiful at all, though.
"Would you take me there this time? I would love to go there with you and visit all the people you talk about. Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore, oh I wish to meet them. Please, tell me you'll take me to England this time, Uncle Remus. And don't promise me you will and disappear as fast as you arrived," Joey pleaded. Remus shifted in his seat, knowing that after he had promised to take Joey to England on his last visit, he had to disapparate to escape from telling her the truth of her past.
"Er, well, actually, Joey, that's what I am here for. I am going to take you to England. But…before I do, I have to ask you sister if it's okay with her and then I'd have to tell you the truth," Remus answered as Bessie left the living room to tend to her son, Alex.
"What truth, uncle? Is it about my parents? About Bessie? About your secret life that no one, not even me, should know?" Joey asked Remus, a little intrigued about his "secret life".
"Well, it does concern all of those categories, yes. Joey, I have to tell you before you pick a life that isn't really yours," he spoke seriously, taking a sop of his tea. Joey looked at him, not sure whether she wanted to hear the truth or not.
"Well—all right. I think I am ready to know the truth—I guess…" she hesitantly responded.
"If it's what you want, Joey," Remus said.
"It is."
"Okay, then. Joey, you have to remember when I tell you this, you won't hate anyone at the end, all right? And you have to promise me that you will take the truth in with no fight or anything of that matter."
"I promise."
"All right, well, let's see, where do we begin…oh, ah, let's being with your mother and father meeting. I don't exactly remember what I have been told by Lily, but the day she met Mike, she said she felt as if she were in heaven. It was the year they both graduated from school. I think your father was on a summer vacation to England and he met your mother. They both were 21. They went out from time to time—dinners, movies, anything they could do at all. Then, I guess, they did more than go out, because, well, they made you.
"Now, a few days after their nice night together, Lily found out that she was pregnant. That was the same day that your father left. Your mother didn't know what to do. So, she told James about her situation. Oh, you don't know James. James was her good friend. See, they were dating each other when we all were at school together with Sirius. Lily and James took a break from each other the time she met Mike," Remus paused and then took another sip of tea. Then, he turned back to Joey.
"Now, when you were born nine months after, your mother contacted your father. And oh boy, was your father crazy! He went mad! I can imagine that man go ballistic in my head right now! Well, they contacted each other from time to time, wondering what they were going to do with you. Oh, and Lily and James were back together, I am happy to say…no offense to you or your father.
"When you were two, Mike came back to England to get you—that's what your parents wanted. See, Joey, you may or may not believe me, but—well. Er, since were going to tell the truth here—your mother—your mother, is a, well, she's a witch."
"A what?!" Joey exclaimed.
"A witch, Joey. You know, she does magic—for good," Remus explained.
"I know what a witch is, Uncle Remus. I just didn't think they were real. I didn't even think magic was real," Joey said.
"Ah, well. She is a witch, indeed. And James, oh, he was a wizard. As am I, Joey. I am a wizard, too. See, Lily told Mike about her past: that she was a witch, where she went to school, about James. She basically told him her whole life. So, the two of them decided that they wanted to raise you as a muggle—er, non-magic people. Do you know what that means, Joey?"
"Er, that I am a witch, too?" she asked with uncertainty.
"Well, technically, half witch. Well, full muggle, sort of witch. See, your mother was a muggle, too. But she was accepted to attend Hogwarts, a school of witchcraft and wizardry—a school your mother, James, Sirius, and I attended. But nonetheless, you are a witch, Joey," Remus said.
"But, uncle Remus, if I am half witch, why didn't I get to go to Hogwarts?" Joey asked again. She seemed to be taking all the information slowly.
"Well, Joey, some people have to have a talent to attend Hogwarts. They have to have an ability to show that they are capable of handling the works of magic," Remus took a look at Joey, who seemed to be disappointed by that fact. "But I figure you never have gotten a letter to go to Hogwarts because you were in America all this time. The headmaster of the academy for American witches and wizards must've skipped your name or something. They really need another headmaster for that school. Joey, I don't doubt your ability to do magic. I believe that you would make a good witch. You'd show all the other people there. You'd make an excellent witch."
"Thanks, uncle Remus. It means a lot—even though I have no clue what witches and wizards do and how they do it," Joey smiled humbly.
"Well, on to more information. We have to discuss your siblings," Remus said.
"Siblings? But I only have Bessie. She is my sister, right?" Joey questioned.
"Joey, yes, Bessie is your sister, your half sister. See, your father back home had a romance with another Lily. So, she is your sister. But, let's discuss your other sibling. See, Lily and James were married two years after you were united with your father. They had a son. He is your half brother," Remus simply said.
"I have a half brother?" Joey whispered.
"Yes, you have a half brother."
"What's his name? Where is he? Does he look like me? Will I be able to see him?" Joey asked excitedly.
"Oh, my, Joey, calm down. His name is Harry and he is, I believe, now thirteen. He is in England, living with his mum's sister and her family. He looks a tiny bit like you. And, yes, my dear Joey, you will be able to see Harry," Remus explained.
"Really? I get to go to England? I get to meet my half bro—Harry?" Joey beamed.
"Yes, really. I will take you to England. You will go with me to Hogwarts, where I will work, and you will get to meet Harry."
"When do I get to go?"
"Well, after summer, of course. I want you to get the feel of Hogwarts. You will go there and you will be trained to be a witch," Remus explained, not noticing Joey's disappointment. "I'll go clear it up with Bessie if I can take you to Hogwarts. I'll just leave out all the other information."
Remus got up from the sofa and headed for the kitchen. Joey sat there alone, pondering the 'chance of a lifetime' moment for her.
"I can pick between staying here in Capeside and finishing my senior year, or I can go to England, go to a entirely different school, and meet my half brother," she asked herself, grabbing a throw pillow and covering her face with it.
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