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Chapter Five: The Truth, the Whole Truth, and Nothing but the Truth

Written by The Loards

Harry was lying in bed, unable to sleep, so he was surprised when the hospital lights flicked on and Madame Pomfrey came in grumbling under her breath.

"Patients need rest after a shock! I don't know what he's thinking! Mr. Potter, the Headmaster needs you in his office." Good. thought Harry. I need to talk to him about a few things. He got dressed as quickly as he could, and Madame Pomfrey escorted him to the gargoyle.

"Sherbet Balls." She said. "Go on in, he's waiting for you."

Harry climbed us the spiral staircase that was almost becoming familiar to him, and knocked on the big double doors at the top.

"Come in Harry."

"Yes sir."

"Ah, yes, there you are Harry. How was the feast?"

"Well, uh, the food was quite good, as usual."

"But nothing else?" Dumbledor's quiet chuckle filled the empty room, and at its cheerful sound Harry relaxed.

"Now Harry, I know a few things about this new girl, but I want to hear your story first. From the Very Beginning."

So Harry told him everything. All about seeing Azelia for the first time. All about watching her all summer. EVERYTHING up to seeing her in the Great Hall. After he was done he watched Dumbledore, waiting for the Headmaster to say something.

When he didn't, Harry brought up a tentative question, "Sir, what do you know about her."

"Harry...As you would have heard if Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley weren't ah... distracting you at the time, five students from Napoleon's School of Wizardry transferred to Hogwarts today, as part of the CNC program which you may have heard of. Azelia LeMonde was one of them... " he paused again. "Harry, I have reason to believe that that young woman is your sister. Now you shall wait here, I will be right back." And with a figurative and literal swirl of robes he was out the door, leaving a dazed and confused Harry behind.

Azelia was happy. She was in a new school, learning new things, and she had already made a new friend! She and Ron had talked late into the night before Madame Pomfrey had shooed them out of the hospital wing. Every time he smiled she got a little flutter in her heart, and her cheeks grew warm. At 14 she had 'fallen in love' with enough guys to know what that meant.

She was so engrossed in thought that she almost didn't see the figure standing before her.

"Is everything alright Mlle. LeMonde?" asked the Headmaster.

"Oh, I'm sorry Professor. I didn't see you there. Yes, everything is fine, I was just...thinking."

"Ahh, a worthy pastime. Could I see you in my office for a moment?"

It was as if she had been hit by lightning. All thoughts of Ron whizzed out of her brain and all she could think about was what she might have done wrong. They don't want me here anymore! I'm causing distress to one of their students, much less THE Harry Potter! They're going to send me home, and I'll never find out who I really am! Then she realized Professor Dumbledore was still looking at her.

"C-Certainly, Headmaster."

"Please follow me then." She followed him up staircases, and down others, through passageways and past statues, until they came to stand in front of that same small gargoyle statue she had already seen once that day.

"Sherbet balls." Said Dumbledore, and the gargoyle jumped away to reveal that same moving staircase, spiraling upward.

Dumbledore stepped up onto the first step, and Azelia quickly followed.

At the top was the same pair of double doors she had been through today, she paused, wondering what would happen if she got expelled. What will mama and papa say? I haven't even been here for half a day yet. This will probably be even worse than when...But her thoughts were interrupted when her parents came rushing in.

"Honey, what happened? Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm fine, mama. Why are you here?"

"Headmaster," Her father turned to Professor Dumbledore, "What IS this all about?"

"That is a very good question Headmaster. I would like to know what exactly is going on! I want to know why I am here, why are my parents here, and whose picture do I look like and why the HELL do Harry Potter and I look so much alike!?!" All the while Azelia's voice was rising in volume. Her parents just stared at her. Azelia took a deep breath, and realized what she had just said. "I'm sorry, I feel much better now. As you can tell it's been a rather stressful night. What?" The last part was added when she realized her parents were still staring at her.

"HARRY POTTER?!?" they chorused.

"Um...yeah...He's sitting right behind you..." Her flustered parents turned around, trying not to gawk.

"Hi." Harry said, as one eyebrow eloquently raised, and Azelia made a mental note to apologize for their unexpected behavior.

"Well, now that we're all introduced, lets get this whole thing straitened out. M. and Mme. LeMonde, I want you to tell me everything you can remember about Azelia's adoption.

And the story began again. At first the two parents were confused and embarrassed as they kept looking back and forth between Harry and Azelia, but eventually they relaxed and the talking became easier for them.

"And here is the necklace." Azelia said, as her parents finished. Azelia slowly unhooked it from around her neck.

Harry stared at the strange necklace, a small clear glass ball on a golden string. "May I see it?" he asked.

"Certainly," said Azelia as she handed it to him. When his hands slowly closed around the small glass globe, a rainbow colored mist slowly began to fill it, and Harry's memory suddenly flashed, and old nightmare, but this time, there was a difference.

:::His mother was standing in front of him and clutching a small bundle of blankets. But where as before, he had always focused on his mother's face, now he stared at her arms, and the bundle in them. From out of the folds of the blanket came a small hand, which clutched at a necklace around his mother's neck. Harry had just enough time to realize that the necklace was the same as the one he had seen around Azelia's neck, before the flash of green light blew everything away.:::

And at the same moment, Azelia saw a vision.

:::She was looking up at a face that could have been her own in 20 years. The mother was clutching a baby in a bundle of blankets to her chest—WAIT—Azelia was the baby, and she was looking up at the face of her mother, or so she guessed. Around her mother's neck was her very own necklace, and as the baby Azelia reached out to grasp it in her tiny hand there came a blinding green flash, and everything went dark:::

Azelia opened her eyes to see that everyone was staring at the necklace clutched in her and Harry's hands together. It was now glowing with a strange golden light, and giving off a faint heat. Azelia then glanced at Harry, and knew that somehow he was connected with the vision she had just seen.

"It's never done that before, that I know of. Is it important?" Dumbledore only frowned, and didn't answer her question.

"Hmm, well it certainly proves one thing. This may come as a shock," he said, looking at Azelia's parents. "But Harry, Azelia," and Dumbledor's attention was refocused on the two teenagers, "I believe that you two are brother and sister."

Azelia only nodded, she'd known, somehow, that they were related, and it didn't come as much of a surprise to her, nor to Harry, as she looked over at him. Her parents were a different story.

"Our daughter is a Potter?!?"

"Are you sure? How can we really know?"

"But it doesn't make any sense!"

"It was a muggle orphanage..."

"Our daughter is a Potter?!?"

"Let me explain it," Dumbledore said, to calm Azelia's parents. "Harry, your mother was pregnant when Voldemort attacked, or so we all thought. However I had had reason to believe, before this, that perhaps she had already given birth to you, Azelia, but I thought that you must have died with your mother. Now this proves that that was not so. That necklace was a graduation gift from me to Lily, as protection from Voldemort, has it ever glowed green, or grown hot in your hand?"

"It grew slightly warm just now, but before that I wouldn't know, I only found out I was adopted this summer."

All through this Azelia's parents had been silent, but now her mother got over her shock, and asked a question.

"So how did we adopt Azelia from a muggle orphanage?"

"It must have been because some muggle heard her cries, and rescued her from the burning house before anyone noticed. I must say it is extremely lucky that you adopted her before some poor unsuspecting muggle did."

"Yes, that makes sense."

"Now, NO ONE MUST KNOW ABOUT THIS. Do you understand me? If Voldemort," and everyone in the room, except Harry, flinched, "If You-Know-Who were to find out that there were two potter children, you would both be in immense danger, more that usual, Harry. I suppose you must tell Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger, you couldn't keep it from them anyway, and a other select individuals," and Harry's mind automatically though of Sirius, "that I will inform," and he looked straight at Harry. "Now, we all need our sleep, so off to bed. M. and Mme. LeMonde, you may stay for the night if you wish. Harry, we need to finish that conversation we were having before, just for a moment."

Harry was confused.... He thought they had finished their conversation. It was only about Azelia, after all.

"NO, that is quite alright." Azelia's Mother responded.

"I think that is would only attract more attention. Goodnight Honey. I do hope that this is the last time we have to say that tonight." And her father smiled at Azelia.

As soon as Azelia and her family were out of the room, Dumbledor turned to Harry and said, "I know exactly what is on your mind. I agree with most of it, Sirius Black must know about this. However, YOU should not be the person to inform him, it would be too easy to trace Hedwig and this is information that NO ONE, EVER, should find out. Do not worry though, he will know by tonight." And Dumbledor smiled at him, to soften the hard words.

"Yes, Headmaster, I can understand that." Harry said. "Good night!"

"Thank you, and the same to you Harry. Sleep well."

End of Chapter Five: The Truth, the Whole Truth, and Nothing but the Truth

A/N: ok, I FINALLY got this chapter up. We're really sorry, what with school and all, I don't have a life anymore, so I can't usually find time to write. Anyway, Hope you enjoy!

Happy Reading!

the Loards