Hi! Me again! I hoped you liked the first chapter! Okay, this is complete
fiction, and I'm just messing with the characters a bit. I'm sorry if you
don't like it, but there you go.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this except my characters so don't sue.
~~~00~~~ "This is Elizabeth Lily Potter. Your sister." ~~~00~~~
Harry stared, completely gob smacked at Elizabeth, who was definitely reflecting his feelings.
"My sister?" he stammered. "But.no way.I didn't.they died."
"Believe me," said Elizabeth awkwardly into the silence. "I'm just as surprised as you." She turned to Mr. Baker. "Why the hell didn't you tell me? When did you find out? And what the hell is his name?"
"His name is Harry James Potter," answered Dumbledore calmly. "And we didn't tell you until now, because it was dangerous if Voldemort found out. But now he's been defeated, we thought it best for you to know."
Harry couldn't believe he was hearing this. He had trusted Dumbledore since he'd met him and he had lied to him. He'd never felt so betrayed. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, every syllable trembling with suppressed rage. "I've been completely alone for the last 16 years, and all this time I had a sister? How the hell did you keep this from me? I trusted you, and I feel so.betrayed." A glass exploded on the table. Mr. Baker looked at Harry in fear. "No," said Harry, shaking his head. "No. I've got to go."
He walked out of the lounge, completely death to Dumbledore's protests. He walked through the house, trying to find a door that could get him out. Presently, he came upon a door that led to the garden. Harry smiled in relief as he saw how big the garden was. Absolutely flipping massive came to mind. It had been magically expanded of course, and was big enough so that no one would see him if he went right to the end to think for a while about the turn of events.
10 minutes later, Harry heard light footsteps behind him. They got nearer and faltered slightly. Elizabeth sat down next to him. There was a silence as Elizabeth tried to think of something to say.
"So," she said presently. "You're my brother huh?"
"Yup," nodded Harry. He turned to look at her, feeling a trifle embarrassed. "Sorry I left like that. I was angry that I've only just found out about you. Not that I'm not pleased to know, of course." He added hastily. Elizabeth agreed.
"Yeah. I always thought I was the only one. I don't know anything about my.our parents, except that they went to Hogwarts," she laughed sadly. "I miss them, and I don't even remember them."
Harry smiled warmly. "It's okay. I could tell you later about them. Look, we didn't really introduce ourselves earlier. I reckon we'd feel a lot better if we did. I'm Harry Potter, and I'm dead pleased to meet you." He held out his hand. Elizabeth smiled broadly and shook it.
"I'm Elizabeth Potter, but please, call me Lizzie. It's much easier and way less bother."
A comfortable silence ensued. Lizzie completely surprised Harry, by touching his hand tentatively again, then hugging him and bursting into tears.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked, concerned.
"I can't believe that you're real. I've always wished I had a brother or sister, if only to fight with. I've been so lonely. And now you're here, it's like a dream come true." Lizzie sobbed harder.
Harry smiled, touched. He stroked her hair until she calmed down.
"Sorry," she said finally, pulling away and wiping her eyes, her face flushed. "I didn't mean to get snot over your jumper." Harry chuckled.
"Feel free to get snot over it any time you like. I have plenty more Weasley jumpers at school," he smiled. Lizzie giggled.
Harry got up and pulled Lizzie to her feet. "Come on. We'd better go inside before our guardians think we've run away in a fit of anger."
They walked inside. By the kitchen, two doors away from the lounge, Harry stopped. "Do you want to.to come back to Hogwarts with me and Dumbledore? You don't have to if you don't want to, but I thought it'd be nice, y'know; maybe get to know each other better, and you could meet our Godfather. He's really nice." He didn't really hold much hope that she'd agree, she had a great home, and she had a nice guardian. So it came as a bit of a surprise when she answered.
"I'd love to," Lizzie said, brimming with happiness.
They both walked into the lounge, happy, that, for the first time in their life, they could say that they had a family.
How was that? I'm going to add another chapter soon, so don't worry, this isn't the end! Please review and tell me what you think! Flames will be used as fuel for a barbeque to toast marshmallows!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this except my characters so don't sue.
~~~00~~~ "This is Elizabeth Lily Potter. Your sister." ~~~00~~~
Harry stared, completely gob smacked at Elizabeth, who was definitely reflecting his feelings.
"My sister?" he stammered. "But.no way.I didn't.they died."
"Believe me," said Elizabeth awkwardly into the silence. "I'm just as surprised as you." She turned to Mr. Baker. "Why the hell didn't you tell me? When did you find out? And what the hell is his name?"
"His name is Harry James Potter," answered Dumbledore calmly. "And we didn't tell you until now, because it was dangerous if Voldemort found out. But now he's been defeated, we thought it best for you to know."
Harry couldn't believe he was hearing this. He had trusted Dumbledore since he'd met him and he had lied to him. He'd never felt so betrayed. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, every syllable trembling with suppressed rage. "I've been completely alone for the last 16 years, and all this time I had a sister? How the hell did you keep this from me? I trusted you, and I feel so.betrayed." A glass exploded on the table. Mr. Baker looked at Harry in fear. "No," said Harry, shaking his head. "No. I've got to go."
He walked out of the lounge, completely death to Dumbledore's protests. He walked through the house, trying to find a door that could get him out. Presently, he came upon a door that led to the garden. Harry smiled in relief as he saw how big the garden was. Absolutely flipping massive came to mind. It had been magically expanded of course, and was big enough so that no one would see him if he went right to the end to think for a while about the turn of events.
10 minutes later, Harry heard light footsteps behind him. They got nearer and faltered slightly. Elizabeth sat down next to him. There was a silence as Elizabeth tried to think of something to say.
"So," she said presently. "You're my brother huh?"
"Yup," nodded Harry. He turned to look at her, feeling a trifle embarrassed. "Sorry I left like that. I was angry that I've only just found out about you. Not that I'm not pleased to know, of course." He added hastily. Elizabeth agreed.
"Yeah. I always thought I was the only one. I don't know anything about my.our parents, except that they went to Hogwarts," she laughed sadly. "I miss them, and I don't even remember them."
Harry smiled warmly. "It's okay. I could tell you later about them. Look, we didn't really introduce ourselves earlier. I reckon we'd feel a lot better if we did. I'm Harry Potter, and I'm dead pleased to meet you." He held out his hand. Elizabeth smiled broadly and shook it.
"I'm Elizabeth Potter, but please, call me Lizzie. It's much easier and way less bother."
A comfortable silence ensued. Lizzie completely surprised Harry, by touching his hand tentatively again, then hugging him and bursting into tears.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked, concerned.
"I can't believe that you're real. I've always wished I had a brother or sister, if only to fight with. I've been so lonely. And now you're here, it's like a dream come true." Lizzie sobbed harder.
Harry smiled, touched. He stroked her hair until she calmed down.
"Sorry," she said finally, pulling away and wiping her eyes, her face flushed. "I didn't mean to get snot over your jumper." Harry chuckled.
"Feel free to get snot over it any time you like. I have plenty more Weasley jumpers at school," he smiled. Lizzie giggled.
Harry got up and pulled Lizzie to her feet. "Come on. We'd better go inside before our guardians think we've run away in a fit of anger."
They walked inside. By the kitchen, two doors away from the lounge, Harry stopped. "Do you want to.to come back to Hogwarts with me and Dumbledore? You don't have to if you don't want to, but I thought it'd be nice, y'know; maybe get to know each other better, and you could meet our Godfather. He's really nice." He didn't really hold much hope that she'd agree, she had a great home, and she had a nice guardian. So it came as a bit of a surprise when she answered.
"I'd love to," Lizzie said, brimming with happiness.
They both walked into the lounge, happy, that, for the first time in their life, they could say that they had a family.
How was that? I'm going to add another chapter soon, so don't worry, this isn't the end! Please review and tell me what you think! Flames will be used as fuel for a barbeque to toast marshmallows!