Chapter 3
When Harry met Alex
The first days of classes flew by quickly. Being in fifth year seemed to be so much more work then when they were in fourth year, and the year had just begun. Alex couldn't help but think with horror what it would be like as the OWLs (Ordinary Wizarding Level) got closer. The professors were loading the fifth years with so much homework, most of them spent all their time outside of class in the library, pausing only to eat quickly and then return to work.
One day, during defense against the dark arts, Professor McGonagall interrupted the lesson, asking Professor Quirrel for Oliver. Looking at him quizzically, Alex mouthed, "what did you do?" He shrugged his shoulders and left the classroom. A few minutes later, he returned with a big smile on his face. Looking at him in wonder, he just whispered, "later."
Class ended and Alex and Oliver made their way out. "So, what did Professor McGonagall want?" "She found us a new seeker!" Oliver exclaimed, barely restraining his excitement. "But how? We haven't even held try-outs yet?" Alex asked. "Well, it seems that you're not the only one that inherited some Quidditch abilities," Oliver said as his answer. "What?!?!?! You mean Harry?" Alex shrieked. "Yeah, apparently he is a pretty good flyer from what McGonagall says, she claims he's a natural, caught a classmate's remembrall right in front of her window during his first flying lesson." "Seriously? Wow." Alex said as they walked into the Charms classroom and took their seats. "Yeah, I'm training him tonight if you want to come," Oliver said. "I don't know. I mean there's so much we need to talk about, and maybe tonight wouldn't be the best time. You know, it would be sorta like, hey, you're Harry Potter right? Well of course you are. Well I don't know if you knew this, but I'm your sister, I was raised by a werewolf and haven't seen you in 10 years. Somehow I don't think that that's conducive to Quidditch training." Alex said with a sigh. "Yeah, I guess not." Oliver said. "All right class, today we will be working on shielding charms!" Professor Flitwick announced, putting an end to the conversation.
Later that day, Oliver took Harry out to the Quidditch Pitch to train him in the basics of the game. Alex sat in the Gryffindor Common Room, reading her DADA textbook, waiting for them to return. The portrait opened, and Oliver and Harry came in. Alex got up, took Oliver's hand and gave it a quick squeeze before releasing it. "Harry?" she called out, stopping Harry who was about to go over to where some other first years were sitting. He turned around. "Do you think we could talk?" she asked, sounding extremely nervous. "Sure, ummm, what's your name, by the way, I don't think we've met," he asked, bright green eyes staring up at her. "It's Alex, well Alexandria actually, but everyone calls me Alex, well 'cept for Remus, but that's just the way he is, and well I guess my name is too long for everyone else." She stopped, realizing that she was rambling. "Umm, lets go somewhere else, it's kind of private." She said, leading him out of the Common Room.
They made their way through the halls of Hogwarts, Harry following Alex and looking around in awe as he did not as yet know all the halls of the school. As they reached the astronomy tower, she slowed and motioned to Harry to follow her up. Entering the tower, Harry stood off to one side, just looking around through the many windows at the grounds of Hogwarts. Alex, not too keen on breaking the silence just stood there. Finally, Harry turned and looked at her, "so what did you want to talk about?" he asked. "Well, Harry, there's something that you don't know, well I don't really know if you don't know, but from what I know, I don't think you know what you should know and - " she trailed off, leaving Harry more confused than ever. He stood there silent. "Umm, I don't know how to tell you this. How much do you remember of your parents and Godric's Hollow?" Alex asked, after taking a deep breath. "Ummm, well, I don't really remember anything, and what's Godric's Hollow?" he asked, puzzled. Alex looked at him with shock, "You don't know what Godric's Hollow is?" she asked. "No, should I?" he responded. "It's where we grew up!" Alex exclaimed, then realizing what she had said, raised a hand to her mouth in shock. Harry, taking a few seconds to process what he had heard, asked, in a weak voice, "where we grew up? What do you mean we?" "Umm, well, umm. Ok, well that wasn't the way I was planning on telling you, but I'm your sister, Harry" Alex said, looking right at him. "What? You're my sister? But she's dead! What kind of mean trick are you trying to play here!" he exclaimed, his anger rising to the surface. "Dead? What? Harry, no, I'm not lying to you. I really am your sister. Why did you think I was dead?" she asked, stunned. "The Dursley's told me you were dead, they told me you died when my parents died" he responded, looking wearily at her. "Oh Harry! It's not true! I promise you! I really am your sister, Alexandria Lily Potter. Please believe me," she said, tears beginning to fall. "I - well - I don't know. How come you didn't live at the Dursley's with me?" he asked, very confused. "They threw me out Harry. After a week there they couldn't handle me. I was having lots of accidental magic erruptions and they couldn't handle it I guess. With all that had happened I wasn't the most stable child in terms of magical restraint, I guess you could say. They got mad at me one night and threw me out the door with a blanket and my teddy bear. I didn't know where to go so I just sat there crying until Uncle told me to stop making a scene and get out of before the neighbors saw me. I started walking down the step and someone stopped me and took me to a house where lots of people, well wizards and witches I guess were, and then Remus came and took me home with him. I don't really remember who all was there, all I remember is waking up and Remus was there and he was telling me that it was going to be ok and that he was gonna take me home with him. I asked him if you were going to be there, but he said that you weren't allowed to come. That you would be safer where you were and that I would see you at Hogwarts," she said, looking at Harry for acceptance. Harry took a few deep breathes and looked back at Alex, evaluating her, looking for any signs of lying. "So you're really my sister?" he asked in wonderment. "Yes, I really am," Alex responded, a small smile making it's way onto her face, pulling back her hair to reveal a lightning bolt scar on the right side of her face just beside her eye. "She's really not dead?" he asked, more acceptance in his voice, looking at the scar that was identical to the one on his forehead. "No, I'm really not, and I don't plan to be for a very long time," she said, a hint of joy in her voice. Harry looked up at her, green eyes wide, and he smiled. His smile lit up his entire face as he finally accepted that he had a sister. Alex opened her arms and moved forward a bit towards Harry. Harry moved towards Alex and brother and sister hugged for the first time in 10 years.
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Up in his office, Albus Dumbledore was writing on parchment, a twinkle in his old blue eyes. "Ah, Fawkes, I do believe Remus will be glad to here that the two remaining Potters are reunited after all these years," he said as he tied the letter to Fawkes' leg, his red phoenix. "Take this to Remus for me, please," Dumbledore asked, and the phoenix took flight.
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It was the day of the first Quidditch match. Alex, Angelina, and Katie made their way down to the pitch, their game faces on.
"It's gonna be a tough game. Slytherin always plays dirty," Alex remarked.
"Yeah, well, we'll just have to show them that their dirty tricks are nothing in comparison to the fab trio that is the Gryffindor chasers!" Angelina responded with gusto.
"You got that right!" Katie added as the three girls met up with the rest of the team for the pre-game strategy session.
Alex went and sat down beside Harry, noticing that his hands were shaking slightly. "Shh, don't worry, you'll be great. After all, no one can beat us Potters, we're the best there is, and the best there ever was," Alex said, looking at Harry and putting a hand over his shaking ones. He looked up and his hands stopped trembling and he smiled and whispered a thanks as Oliver got into his captain mode.
"All right guys-" he started.
"And GIRLS!" the three chasers yelled out.
"and girls, this is it, this is the big one. Let's go out there and show those slimy Slytherins what we're made of!" he said, as he motioned for the team to rise up and follow him and Harry to the entrance to the pitch. The doors opened and they mounted their brooms, the Weasley twins, Fred and George, both identical down to each red hair on their heads rose up and slapped their beater bats together before separating and taking their place. The chasers rose up and took their place. Madame Hooch rose up and signaled for the captains to shake hands. Oliver and Marcus Flint, the Slytherin captain, flew to centre pitch and shook hands, albeit very hard and quick.
"All right then. I want this to be a good clean match. Players ready!" Madame Hooch said from her broomstick as she released the golden snitch and the bludgers and taking the quaffle into her hands. She threw it up and Katie soared up and got it first. The game had started. The three chasers moved and flew with the rhythm, skill, and confidence that came from grueling training sessions with Oliver as their captain. The game went on, and suddenly, the crowd's cheering began to rise, and the commentator, Lee Jordan, exclaimed "The snitch has been spotted. Both seekers are going after it. The Gryffindor seeker is none other than Harry Potter, the boy who lived! Surely he can catch the snitch before the slimy slytherin seeker!" "JORDAN!" Professor McGonagall yelled, sending a warning glare his way. "Yes Professor. Well, the two seekers are after the snitch and Oh! It looks like the slytherin seeker has pulled out, haha! Serves him right, trying to take on Harry Potter!" Jordan commented, ignoring the glares Professor McGonagall sent his way. "The game will be Gryffindor's if he catches the snitch, and now that he has no competition, surely he will show those fine Potter Quidditch skills that his sister, Alex, who, I might add is fine herself," at this, both Oliver and Professor McGonagall sent glares his way. "Sorry Oliver, I know she's all yours" he said quickly. "What's this! It looks like Harry Potter is going to be sick! But where's the snitch?" The crowd went quiet, even the players slowed down to look at Harry. Suddenly, with a lurch, the golden snitch came out of Harry's mouth and into his hand. "Harry Potter has caught the snitch! Gryffindor WINS!" Jordan yelled over the Quidditch pitch as the crowd erupted into cheers.
Alex took her broom down to Harry, getting there first.
"Are you ok, Harry, you looked a little green there for a bit," she asked, concerned.
"I'm fine, great even," he responded, a smile spread wide across his face.
"Told ya you'd be fine!" she said, as she pulled him into a hug, which was quickly joined by the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team along with the majority of their housemates.
When Harry met Alex
The first days of classes flew by quickly. Being in fifth year seemed to be so much more work then when they were in fourth year, and the year had just begun. Alex couldn't help but think with horror what it would be like as the OWLs (Ordinary Wizarding Level) got closer. The professors were loading the fifth years with so much homework, most of them spent all their time outside of class in the library, pausing only to eat quickly and then return to work.
One day, during defense against the dark arts, Professor McGonagall interrupted the lesson, asking Professor Quirrel for Oliver. Looking at him quizzically, Alex mouthed, "what did you do?" He shrugged his shoulders and left the classroom. A few minutes later, he returned with a big smile on his face. Looking at him in wonder, he just whispered, "later."
Class ended and Alex and Oliver made their way out. "So, what did Professor McGonagall want?" "She found us a new seeker!" Oliver exclaimed, barely restraining his excitement. "But how? We haven't even held try-outs yet?" Alex asked. "Well, it seems that you're not the only one that inherited some Quidditch abilities," Oliver said as his answer. "What?!?!?! You mean Harry?" Alex shrieked. "Yeah, apparently he is a pretty good flyer from what McGonagall says, she claims he's a natural, caught a classmate's remembrall right in front of her window during his first flying lesson." "Seriously? Wow." Alex said as they walked into the Charms classroom and took their seats. "Yeah, I'm training him tonight if you want to come," Oliver said. "I don't know. I mean there's so much we need to talk about, and maybe tonight wouldn't be the best time. You know, it would be sorta like, hey, you're Harry Potter right? Well of course you are. Well I don't know if you knew this, but I'm your sister, I was raised by a werewolf and haven't seen you in 10 years. Somehow I don't think that that's conducive to Quidditch training." Alex said with a sigh. "Yeah, I guess not." Oliver said. "All right class, today we will be working on shielding charms!" Professor Flitwick announced, putting an end to the conversation.
Later that day, Oliver took Harry out to the Quidditch Pitch to train him in the basics of the game. Alex sat in the Gryffindor Common Room, reading her DADA textbook, waiting for them to return. The portrait opened, and Oliver and Harry came in. Alex got up, took Oliver's hand and gave it a quick squeeze before releasing it. "Harry?" she called out, stopping Harry who was about to go over to where some other first years were sitting. He turned around. "Do you think we could talk?" she asked, sounding extremely nervous. "Sure, ummm, what's your name, by the way, I don't think we've met," he asked, bright green eyes staring up at her. "It's Alex, well Alexandria actually, but everyone calls me Alex, well 'cept for Remus, but that's just the way he is, and well I guess my name is too long for everyone else." She stopped, realizing that she was rambling. "Umm, lets go somewhere else, it's kind of private." She said, leading him out of the Common Room.
They made their way through the halls of Hogwarts, Harry following Alex and looking around in awe as he did not as yet know all the halls of the school. As they reached the astronomy tower, she slowed and motioned to Harry to follow her up. Entering the tower, Harry stood off to one side, just looking around through the many windows at the grounds of Hogwarts. Alex, not too keen on breaking the silence just stood there. Finally, Harry turned and looked at her, "so what did you want to talk about?" he asked. "Well, Harry, there's something that you don't know, well I don't really know if you don't know, but from what I know, I don't think you know what you should know and - " she trailed off, leaving Harry more confused than ever. He stood there silent. "Umm, I don't know how to tell you this. How much do you remember of your parents and Godric's Hollow?" Alex asked, after taking a deep breath. "Ummm, well, I don't really remember anything, and what's Godric's Hollow?" he asked, puzzled. Alex looked at him with shock, "You don't know what Godric's Hollow is?" she asked. "No, should I?" he responded. "It's where we grew up!" Alex exclaimed, then realizing what she had said, raised a hand to her mouth in shock. Harry, taking a few seconds to process what he had heard, asked, in a weak voice, "where we grew up? What do you mean we?" "Umm, well, umm. Ok, well that wasn't the way I was planning on telling you, but I'm your sister, Harry" Alex said, looking right at him. "What? You're my sister? But she's dead! What kind of mean trick are you trying to play here!" he exclaimed, his anger rising to the surface. "Dead? What? Harry, no, I'm not lying to you. I really am your sister. Why did you think I was dead?" she asked, stunned. "The Dursley's told me you were dead, they told me you died when my parents died" he responded, looking wearily at her. "Oh Harry! It's not true! I promise you! I really am your sister, Alexandria Lily Potter. Please believe me," she said, tears beginning to fall. "I - well - I don't know. How come you didn't live at the Dursley's with me?" he asked, very confused. "They threw me out Harry. After a week there they couldn't handle me. I was having lots of accidental magic erruptions and they couldn't handle it I guess. With all that had happened I wasn't the most stable child in terms of magical restraint, I guess you could say. They got mad at me one night and threw me out the door with a blanket and my teddy bear. I didn't know where to go so I just sat there crying until Uncle told me to stop making a scene and get out of before the neighbors saw me. I started walking down the step and someone stopped me and took me to a house where lots of people, well wizards and witches I guess were, and then Remus came and took me home with him. I don't really remember who all was there, all I remember is waking up and Remus was there and he was telling me that it was going to be ok and that he was gonna take me home with him. I asked him if you were going to be there, but he said that you weren't allowed to come. That you would be safer where you were and that I would see you at Hogwarts," she said, looking at Harry for acceptance. Harry took a few deep breathes and looked back at Alex, evaluating her, looking for any signs of lying. "So you're really my sister?" he asked in wonderment. "Yes, I really am," Alex responded, a small smile making it's way onto her face, pulling back her hair to reveal a lightning bolt scar on the right side of her face just beside her eye. "She's really not dead?" he asked, more acceptance in his voice, looking at the scar that was identical to the one on his forehead. "No, I'm really not, and I don't plan to be for a very long time," she said, a hint of joy in her voice. Harry looked up at her, green eyes wide, and he smiled. His smile lit up his entire face as he finally accepted that he had a sister. Alex opened her arms and moved forward a bit towards Harry. Harry moved towards Alex and brother and sister hugged for the first time in 10 years.
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Up in his office, Albus Dumbledore was writing on parchment, a twinkle in his old blue eyes. "Ah, Fawkes, I do believe Remus will be glad to here that the two remaining Potters are reunited after all these years," he said as he tied the letter to Fawkes' leg, his red phoenix. "Take this to Remus for me, please," Dumbledore asked, and the phoenix took flight.
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It was the day of the first Quidditch match. Alex, Angelina, and Katie made their way down to the pitch, their game faces on.
"It's gonna be a tough game. Slytherin always plays dirty," Alex remarked.
"Yeah, well, we'll just have to show them that their dirty tricks are nothing in comparison to the fab trio that is the Gryffindor chasers!" Angelina responded with gusto.
"You got that right!" Katie added as the three girls met up with the rest of the team for the pre-game strategy session.
Alex went and sat down beside Harry, noticing that his hands were shaking slightly. "Shh, don't worry, you'll be great. After all, no one can beat us Potters, we're the best there is, and the best there ever was," Alex said, looking at Harry and putting a hand over his shaking ones. He looked up and his hands stopped trembling and he smiled and whispered a thanks as Oliver got into his captain mode.
"All right guys-" he started.
"And GIRLS!" the three chasers yelled out.
"and girls, this is it, this is the big one. Let's go out there and show those slimy Slytherins what we're made of!" he said, as he motioned for the team to rise up and follow him and Harry to the entrance to the pitch. The doors opened and they mounted their brooms, the Weasley twins, Fred and George, both identical down to each red hair on their heads rose up and slapped their beater bats together before separating and taking their place. The chasers rose up and took their place. Madame Hooch rose up and signaled for the captains to shake hands. Oliver and Marcus Flint, the Slytherin captain, flew to centre pitch and shook hands, albeit very hard and quick.
"All right then. I want this to be a good clean match. Players ready!" Madame Hooch said from her broomstick as she released the golden snitch and the bludgers and taking the quaffle into her hands. She threw it up and Katie soared up and got it first. The game had started. The three chasers moved and flew with the rhythm, skill, and confidence that came from grueling training sessions with Oliver as their captain. The game went on, and suddenly, the crowd's cheering began to rise, and the commentator, Lee Jordan, exclaimed "The snitch has been spotted. Both seekers are going after it. The Gryffindor seeker is none other than Harry Potter, the boy who lived! Surely he can catch the snitch before the slimy slytherin seeker!" "JORDAN!" Professor McGonagall yelled, sending a warning glare his way. "Yes Professor. Well, the two seekers are after the snitch and Oh! It looks like the slytherin seeker has pulled out, haha! Serves him right, trying to take on Harry Potter!" Jordan commented, ignoring the glares Professor McGonagall sent his way. "The game will be Gryffindor's if he catches the snitch, and now that he has no competition, surely he will show those fine Potter Quidditch skills that his sister, Alex, who, I might add is fine herself," at this, both Oliver and Professor McGonagall sent glares his way. "Sorry Oliver, I know she's all yours" he said quickly. "What's this! It looks like Harry Potter is going to be sick! But where's the snitch?" The crowd went quiet, even the players slowed down to look at Harry. Suddenly, with a lurch, the golden snitch came out of Harry's mouth and into his hand. "Harry Potter has caught the snitch! Gryffindor WINS!" Jordan yelled over the Quidditch pitch as the crowd erupted into cheers.
Alex took her broom down to Harry, getting there first.
"Are you ok, Harry, you looked a little green there for a bit," she asked, concerned.
"I'm fine, great even," he responded, a smile spread wide across his face.
"Told ya you'd be fine!" she said, as she pulled him into a hug, which was quickly joined by the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team along with the majority of their housemates.
