EVERYTHING YOU RECOGNIZE BELONGS TO JK ROWLING
Now that that is out of the way. I wrote this fic with two friends, Lizz and Morgan. Please read it.. even though it is only a fifth year fic. I started to write it before the fifth book, but I didn't exactly want to not post it.. I STILL NEED A BETA! If anyone is interested, thanks!!
Surrey, England- July 31, 2002.
A boy by the name of Harry Potter shot straight up in bed. Sweat dripped from his skin. He was breathing hard, very hard. The dream he'd just had had shocked him. But he was already losing parts of it. It had been about his parents, and.and.Voldemort, and his sister! But he didn't have a sister, she was dead, he'd just seen Voldemort kill her. That's what had happened right? That's why the ward was filled with that crack? That's why the surrounding babies had begun crying right? Harry shook his head trying to remember.
It was to no avail. He could no longer remember what had happened in his dream. He didn't want to. It was just another reason to despise Voldemort. He had killed his parents and now, from what Harry understood his sister. Still he wondered what his life would have been like with his parents and his sister. He had always wanted a family he could identify with. Still as he sat up in bed he wondered. Did I really have a sister? If I did is she really dead? I don't know I can't remember what happened? Maybe I should ask Dumbledore? I have to know. Just then his thoughts were interrupted by a faint and subtle tapping on his window.
He turned and glanced at the clock. The moment he saw the time he knew what it was. He had just turned sixteen years old one minute ago. He easily recognized two of three of the owls. One was Hedwig, tapping at the window proudly, Pig was right behind her zooming around the window and He could just barely see Errol Lagging behind. Not far from the window but still far enough that you could barely make out his outline. He also saw two other owls waiting patiently for him to open the window. Harry happily let the owls into his room. He quickly untied the packages from all the owls and poured them some food and water to eat. He didn't know which package to open first. He was just happy to have heard from his friends so quickly. He decided to go with a package that he knew was from Sirius. The big paw print on the wrapping made him almost certain it was from him. He ripped the paper off the box and carefully lifted the cover. He peered at the contents of the box carefully. It can't be. It isn't possible. I mean this can't be real. Can it?
He couldn't believe what he saw in the box. It proved what he didn't want to be true. He reached in carefully. His hand shaking slightly as he pulled out a bright pink baby blanket. It can't be. Maybe they just thought I would be a girl or something. No. This can't be real. He held the blanket close to him. He could tell by the condition of the blanket that it had never been used before. He gently folded the blanket into a small square and laid it down in his lap. He then reached into the box a second time and pulled out yet another baby blanket. This one was blue and unmistakably his since he noticed it said Harry Potter in thick embroidered letters. He quickly unfolded the pink blanket. There wasn't any writing on it. Then he turned it around and there it was as visible as could be. Riley Jean Potter.
It's true. I have a sister. It wasn't until he heard himself completely finish the sentence that he realized what he had said. I forgot. Voldemort killed you. Riley Jean Potter. He said the name to himself out loud as a few tears rolled up into his eyes. He didn't think he could take anymore of this and yet he found himself reaching into the box once more. He thought it was empty but then his hand brushed up against something. Something smooth and cold. He pulled it out and at first glance he couldn't take it anymore. He began to sob gently to himself.
He could see the ghostly white hand appear from out of no where right next to the cradle marked in bold letters and black ink 'RILEY JEAN POTTER.' Voldemort. Harry mouthed silently to himself. My dream was true. You were killed. Just like our parents. Just like our parents. He repeated to himself. He couldn't help thinking: Why couldn't he have killed me too. Why couldn't I have died along with you and my parents? At least then we would be a family. Once again he found himself sobbing to himself. Only this time it grew into an uncontrollable cry of pain and sorrow.
His sadness eventually subsided and he just stared at the rest of the presents. He didn't really care enough to open them anymore. He decided not to read the letter that Sirius had written him. He didn't feel like thinking about it anymore. In fact he wished he could just forget about the whole thing entirely. It was then that he heard a large bang on the floor. What was that? His attention now focused on the loud noise he just heard. Just then he saw Hagrid's package zoom across the room. Leave it to Hagrid to send me something dangerous! It was with the end of that sentence that the package flew up into the air and whacked him in the face, causing his glasses to shatter. He reached for his wand lying on his desk. Oculis Reparo he stated firmly as he pointed his wand at his glasses. He couldn't help thinking: Hermione would be proud. After his vision was restored he looked for the package that had made its way across the room. He reached down carefully and grabbed the package in his arms. Darn you Hagrid. He could feel the contents of the package fighting against him with all its might. He pulled hard and ripped the package open as fast as he could. And there hovering a few feet above him was Hagrid's idea as a good birthday present. Err, Hagrid.
It stared. Looking at him. Its deep blue eyes seemed to take notice of nothing else but him. It was beautiful and yet at the same time there was something very mischievous about him. Harry didn't know what to do. He didn't know weather or not he would startle it by moving. Come to think of it he didn't even know what it was. He didn't know anything about it. The unidentifiable creature fluttered its wings and rest easily down on the floor. It seemed to be at peace when Harry bent down and picked up the thick envelope with Hagrid's scribbly writing on the front.
Dear Harry
, I hope them muggles are treating you all right. If you're reading this it means that you have already gotten your present. I hope you like him. I couldn't resist getting him for you. It reminded me of you and your father. Always breaking rules with good intentions though. Any how he doesn't have a name yet. That's for you to decide. Don't be too hasty in your decision though. These animal's dispositions are affected by their names. I reckon he won't give you that much trouble. He eats vegetable. He loves carrots. Something tells me you'll make a great pair. Dumbledore said you can keep him in the dorms until he gets bigger that is. He's still just a baby and as far as he knows you're his father. Oh I forgot to tell you what he is. You might recognize him in a story or two that muggles read as Pegasus. Beautiful creatures they are. Anyways take good care of him and yourself. See you at Hogwarts
Hagrid.
The beautiful winged creature was flying around the room. Books were flying every where and objects were flying off his shelves. Luckily Harry still had his wand handy. Mobilarius! He shouted with his wand pointing straight at the winged horse. Bang! Bang! Thump! You'll die for this POTTER! Harry heard his Uncles voice booming in the hall. He jumped up and quickly grabbed the momentarily frozen creature. He tucked him in a blanket and placed him on his bed. He ran to his desk. Straightened up as much as he could and quickly put his wand away. Slam!
What happened? What have I told you about your abnormality? If I hear so much as one more sound from this room I will see to it that you never go back to that.that.that freak school of yours again! Do you understand me? Harry looked at him as though his threats no longer meant a thing to him. I understand uncle Vernon, but I don't think that you understand that things could have been a lot worse right now if I hadn't used magic? Vernon Dursley looked at Harry shocked and confused. His ignorance of magic left him at a loss for words. He shook his purple face and left the room. Dismayed at the fact that he no longer had anything that he could really threaten Harry with.
Harry looked around the room. He began straightening everything up. There was such a mess he thought he would never finish cleaning up. He decided that since he had already used magic a lot that day that it wouldn't hurt to use more. He used windgardium leviosa to move most of the objects back into place. In no time he was finished. Everything was as it had been before Hagrid's ideal present reeked havoc on his bedroom. Once he noticed that everything was back in order he finally settled down. He sat down on his bed where Hagrid's present lay sleeping peacefully amongst the pillows. As mad as he was at the mess the baby Pegasus had made he couldn't help wondering. You were right Hagrid. As much trouble as this little thing caused it is a magnificent creature. Hey maybe we will make a great pair after all! With that final sentence spoken out loud he turned away from the baby Pegasus and looked at his still unopened gifts.
He didn't know what to open next. He decided to open Ron's next. It was a big package this year and he wasn't sure what Ron could have gotten him. He opened it up in a hurry. Inside it he found a sweatshirt, obviously made by Mrs. Weasley. It was red and gold with his initials on the front. In the back there was an elaborately designed Hogwarts crest, a golden snitch, and a picture of the dragon he had fought in the triwizard tournament last year. As much as he appreciated the skill and effort it had taken Mrs. Weasley to make such a brilliant design he still wished that she hadn't put the dragon on the sweater. It only reminded him of the fact that he couldn't save Cedric. It more overly reminded him of his family members and how Voldemort killed them. He folded the sweater up neatly and placed it on top of the two baby blankets Sirius had sent him. He didn't look at them for more than a second. He was trying to forget about all of them. He didn't want to remember. It was then that he reached in the box again. It seemed to be empty. Ouch! What in the world? A paper cut? Harry looked in the box and couldn't believe what he saw in side. It's not possible. It can't be. Can it? How did he get it?
He lifted the paper out of the box and couldn't believe what it was. It was Marauder's Map. The same map his Father, Sirius, Lupin, and Pettigrew had made when they went to Hogwarts only there was something different about it. There were three spaces set aside on the map, as though they were meant to be filled in later or something. What happened to it? Why is it like that? Is this really the same map? It has to be everything else is exactly the same. Why is it like that? It wasn't until he really started to think about it that he noticed the letter from Ron on the floor. It must say something in there. He picked it up and began to read.
Hey Harry,
I hope your summer wasn't too bad. I missed you this summer. I mean we have the owl post and all but it wasn't the same. Sorry Dumbledore wouldn't let you stay with us this summer. He has good reason though. I mean with you know who back we can't take any chances. Anyways I know you are probably wondering about the present. Well I snuck into Hogwarts while my family was at Hogsmead. I had a heck of a time getting it back for you. Yeh it's the same map alright only Hermione sorta tampered with it. I mean she put additional spaces just in case you ever want to put all of our names on it or something. Actually I think she's secretly hoping we'll start studying and become animagus this year. I still say there is no need for that. Especially when I can't handle simple animal transfiguration. We probably should try a little harder this year though. I mean you never know. With you know who back it's hard to be certain. At least he hasn't gone on a killing spree yet. Fudge still has everyone convinced he's dead. I guess that's a good thing though. Oh and my mom said that we'll be picking you up tomorrow to get your stuff from Diagon Alley. We're not going to use floo powder. See you then
Your Friend,
Ron.
hmmmm. Harry thought to himself. well it's the same map. I guess it would be nice to add our names. I don't know about the animagus part but having my name along side my father's with my friend's and his friends would be great. Maybe we could add our names later. Ron is right. I think it is time we wisen up. I mean we never know what can happen anymore. Maybe I should try a little harder. Oh well. I wonder what Hermione gave me. Hmmm.
Harry leaned over and grabbed Hermione's present. He opened it rather quickly. Inside he found a book called Care of Mythical Creatures, and Profession Quidditch: Skills and Techniques Uncovered. Just like Hermione. He thought to himself. He briefly leafed through the pages of the quidditch book, but when he heard a slight grunt come from his baby Pegasus he put it away and pulled out the Care of Mythical Creatures Book and began reading all about how to care for Pegasus. Mourning Came and he couldn't believe that he actually finished reading the book. I hope I'm not turning into Hermione. He thought to himself.
He looked at the bed where the baby Pegasus lay asleep. Now that the sun was out Harry could see how much its snow white hair sparkled with tints of blue and pink. It was in the sunlight that he finally took notice of the motionless owl on the floor with its package still tied to its legs. Errol! Harry yelled rushing over towards the beat up bird.
Harry quickly untied the package from Errol's leg and checked to see if Errol was even alive. Poor Errol. Well you won't have to fly home at least. Ron's coming to get me today. He put Errol in the cage with Hedwig. He refilled the water and added more food. After he finished he opened the package. Instead of examining the contents he quickly began to read the card.
Hiya Harry,
Well last year we made you a promise and we fully intend to keep them. We've been working all summer and we've come up with some pretty cool jokes. We've been looking for a place to start our joke shop. We haven't found one yet but the outlook is hopeful. Anyways these are samples of all the new jokes we've created this summer. Don't test them on yourself. In fact we'd like it if you tested them on Crabbe, Goyle, Draco, or that Ton Tongue Toffee cousin of yours. Well see you at Hogwarts.
Ps We heard that they will have Qidditch this year.
See ya later
Fred and George.
Yes Quidditch! Harry couldn't wait to start playing again. He loved Qudditch. It won't be the same without wood though. Harry thought to himself. I wonder who our new captain is going to be and who's going to take Angelina's spot as well. Hmmm. Oh well. No time to think about that I've gotta get packed so that I can go with the Weasley's to Diagon Alley With that Harry gathered all his belongings and placed them in his trunk. Everything was put away except for The baby blankets and the picture. It upset him too much. He decided to read Sirius' letter.
Dear Harry,
By now I'm sure you know what this is all about. Yes it's true. You had a sister. Her name was Riley Jean Potter. She was your twin, and would be just one minute older then you if she were still alive today. I was the one who took this picture. The only picture of You and Riley with your parents. Riley died soon after she was born. The doctor said it was heart failure, We knew it was you know who. I didn't give you this to upset you Harry. I gave this to you because there is so much that you just don't know about your past. I feel you are old enough to know this stuff now. besides I thought it would be better if you heard it from me and not Rita Skeeter. She's bound to write something about it. I just want you to know and be prepared. It's not fair to you to not know these things.
You're Godfather,
Sirius
Harry the brushed away a few tears from his eyes and put Riley's blanket and frame into the trunk. He used his blanket to wrap up his baby Pegasus and placed him in this chest he had that had air holes for him to breath. After that there was nothing left for him to do he just sat there waiting to be picked up by the Weasley's. It was then that he noticed his Hogwarts letter on the floor. It was extremely thicker then all his previous letters but he didn't open it. He just waited for his friends to take him away from privet drive and the Dursleys. To Hogwarts where he belonged. With other witches and wizards.
Now that that is out of the way. I wrote this fic with two friends, Lizz and Morgan. Please read it.. even though it is only a fifth year fic. I started to write it before the fifth book, but I didn't exactly want to not post it.. I STILL NEED A BETA! If anyone is interested, thanks!!
Surrey, England- July 31, 2002.
A boy by the name of Harry Potter shot straight up in bed. Sweat dripped from his skin. He was breathing hard, very hard. The dream he'd just had had shocked him. But he was already losing parts of it. It had been about his parents, and.and.Voldemort, and his sister! But he didn't have a sister, she was dead, he'd just seen Voldemort kill her. That's what had happened right? That's why the ward was filled with that crack? That's why the surrounding babies had begun crying right? Harry shook his head trying to remember.
It was to no avail. He could no longer remember what had happened in his dream. He didn't want to. It was just another reason to despise Voldemort. He had killed his parents and now, from what Harry understood his sister. Still he wondered what his life would have been like with his parents and his sister. He had always wanted a family he could identify with. Still as he sat up in bed he wondered. Did I really have a sister? If I did is she really dead? I don't know I can't remember what happened? Maybe I should ask Dumbledore? I have to know. Just then his thoughts were interrupted by a faint and subtle tapping on his window.
He turned and glanced at the clock. The moment he saw the time he knew what it was. He had just turned sixteen years old one minute ago. He easily recognized two of three of the owls. One was Hedwig, tapping at the window proudly, Pig was right behind her zooming around the window and He could just barely see Errol Lagging behind. Not far from the window but still far enough that you could barely make out his outline. He also saw two other owls waiting patiently for him to open the window. Harry happily let the owls into his room. He quickly untied the packages from all the owls and poured them some food and water to eat. He didn't know which package to open first. He was just happy to have heard from his friends so quickly. He decided to go with a package that he knew was from Sirius. The big paw print on the wrapping made him almost certain it was from him. He ripped the paper off the box and carefully lifted the cover. He peered at the contents of the box carefully. It can't be. It isn't possible. I mean this can't be real. Can it?
He couldn't believe what he saw in the box. It proved what he didn't want to be true. He reached in carefully. His hand shaking slightly as he pulled out a bright pink baby blanket. It can't be. Maybe they just thought I would be a girl or something. No. This can't be real. He held the blanket close to him. He could tell by the condition of the blanket that it had never been used before. He gently folded the blanket into a small square and laid it down in his lap. He then reached into the box a second time and pulled out yet another baby blanket. This one was blue and unmistakably his since he noticed it said Harry Potter in thick embroidered letters. He quickly unfolded the pink blanket. There wasn't any writing on it. Then he turned it around and there it was as visible as could be. Riley Jean Potter.
It's true. I have a sister. It wasn't until he heard himself completely finish the sentence that he realized what he had said. I forgot. Voldemort killed you. Riley Jean Potter. He said the name to himself out loud as a few tears rolled up into his eyes. He didn't think he could take anymore of this and yet he found himself reaching into the box once more. He thought it was empty but then his hand brushed up against something. Something smooth and cold. He pulled it out and at first glance he couldn't take it anymore. He began to sob gently to himself.
He could see the ghostly white hand appear from out of no where right next to the cradle marked in bold letters and black ink 'RILEY JEAN POTTER.' Voldemort. Harry mouthed silently to himself. My dream was true. You were killed. Just like our parents. Just like our parents. He repeated to himself. He couldn't help thinking: Why couldn't he have killed me too. Why couldn't I have died along with you and my parents? At least then we would be a family. Once again he found himself sobbing to himself. Only this time it grew into an uncontrollable cry of pain and sorrow.
His sadness eventually subsided and he just stared at the rest of the presents. He didn't really care enough to open them anymore. He decided not to read the letter that Sirius had written him. He didn't feel like thinking about it anymore. In fact he wished he could just forget about the whole thing entirely. It was then that he heard a large bang on the floor. What was that? His attention now focused on the loud noise he just heard. Just then he saw Hagrid's package zoom across the room. Leave it to Hagrid to send me something dangerous! It was with the end of that sentence that the package flew up into the air and whacked him in the face, causing his glasses to shatter. He reached for his wand lying on his desk. Oculis Reparo he stated firmly as he pointed his wand at his glasses. He couldn't help thinking: Hermione would be proud. After his vision was restored he looked for the package that had made its way across the room. He reached down carefully and grabbed the package in his arms. Darn you Hagrid. He could feel the contents of the package fighting against him with all its might. He pulled hard and ripped the package open as fast as he could. And there hovering a few feet above him was Hagrid's idea as a good birthday present. Err, Hagrid.
It stared. Looking at him. Its deep blue eyes seemed to take notice of nothing else but him. It was beautiful and yet at the same time there was something very mischievous about him. Harry didn't know what to do. He didn't know weather or not he would startle it by moving. Come to think of it he didn't even know what it was. He didn't know anything about it. The unidentifiable creature fluttered its wings and rest easily down on the floor. It seemed to be at peace when Harry bent down and picked up the thick envelope with Hagrid's scribbly writing on the front.
Dear Harry
, I hope them muggles are treating you all right. If you're reading this it means that you have already gotten your present. I hope you like him. I couldn't resist getting him for you. It reminded me of you and your father. Always breaking rules with good intentions though. Any how he doesn't have a name yet. That's for you to decide. Don't be too hasty in your decision though. These animal's dispositions are affected by their names. I reckon he won't give you that much trouble. He eats vegetable. He loves carrots. Something tells me you'll make a great pair. Dumbledore said you can keep him in the dorms until he gets bigger that is. He's still just a baby and as far as he knows you're his father. Oh I forgot to tell you what he is. You might recognize him in a story or two that muggles read as Pegasus. Beautiful creatures they are. Anyways take good care of him and yourself. See you at Hogwarts
Hagrid.
The beautiful winged creature was flying around the room. Books were flying every where and objects were flying off his shelves. Luckily Harry still had his wand handy. Mobilarius! He shouted with his wand pointing straight at the winged horse. Bang! Bang! Thump! You'll die for this POTTER! Harry heard his Uncles voice booming in the hall. He jumped up and quickly grabbed the momentarily frozen creature. He tucked him in a blanket and placed him on his bed. He ran to his desk. Straightened up as much as he could and quickly put his wand away. Slam!
What happened? What have I told you about your abnormality? If I hear so much as one more sound from this room I will see to it that you never go back to that.that.that freak school of yours again! Do you understand me? Harry looked at him as though his threats no longer meant a thing to him. I understand uncle Vernon, but I don't think that you understand that things could have been a lot worse right now if I hadn't used magic? Vernon Dursley looked at Harry shocked and confused. His ignorance of magic left him at a loss for words. He shook his purple face and left the room. Dismayed at the fact that he no longer had anything that he could really threaten Harry with.
Harry looked around the room. He began straightening everything up. There was such a mess he thought he would never finish cleaning up. He decided that since he had already used magic a lot that day that it wouldn't hurt to use more. He used windgardium leviosa to move most of the objects back into place. In no time he was finished. Everything was as it had been before Hagrid's ideal present reeked havoc on his bedroom. Once he noticed that everything was back in order he finally settled down. He sat down on his bed where Hagrid's present lay sleeping peacefully amongst the pillows. As mad as he was at the mess the baby Pegasus had made he couldn't help wondering. You were right Hagrid. As much trouble as this little thing caused it is a magnificent creature. Hey maybe we will make a great pair after all! With that final sentence spoken out loud he turned away from the baby Pegasus and looked at his still unopened gifts.
He didn't know what to open next. He decided to open Ron's next. It was a big package this year and he wasn't sure what Ron could have gotten him. He opened it up in a hurry. Inside it he found a sweatshirt, obviously made by Mrs. Weasley. It was red and gold with his initials on the front. In the back there was an elaborately designed Hogwarts crest, a golden snitch, and a picture of the dragon he had fought in the triwizard tournament last year. As much as he appreciated the skill and effort it had taken Mrs. Weasley to make such a brilliant design he still wished that she hadn't put the dragon on the sweater. It only reminded him of the fact that he couldn't save Cedric. It more overly reminded him of his family members and how Voldemort killed them. He folded the sweater up neatly and placed it on top of the two baby blankets Sirius had sent him. He didn't look at them for more than a second. He was trying to forget about all of them. He didn't want to remember. It was then that he reached in the box again. It seemed to be empty. Ouch! What in the world? A paper cut? Harry looked in the box and couldn't believe what he saw in side. It's not possible. It can't be. Can it? How did he get it?
He lifted the paper out of the box and couldn't believe what it was. It was Marauder's Map. The same map his Father, Sirius, Lupin, and Pettigrew had made when they went to Hogwarts only there was something different about it. There were three spaces set aside on the map, as though they were meant to be filled in later or something. What happened to it? Why is it like that? Is this really the same map? It has to be everything else is exactly the same. Why is it like that? It wasn't until he really started to think about it that he noticed the letter from Ron on the floor. It must say something in there. He picked it up and began to read.
Hey Harry,
I hope your summer wasn't too bad. I missed you this summer. I mean we have the owl post and all but it wasn't the same. Sorry Dumbledore wouldn't let you stay with us this summer. He has good reason though. I mean with you know who back we can't take any chances. Anyways I know you are probably wondering about the present. Well I snuck into Hogwarts while my family was at Hogsmead. I had a heck of a time getting it back for you. Yeh it's the same map alright only Hermione sorta tampered with it. I mean she put additional spaces just in case you ever want to put all of our names on it or something. Actually I think she's secretly hoping we'll start studying and become animagus this year. I still say there is no need for that. Especially when I can't handle simple animal transfiguration. We probably should try a little harder this year though. I mean you never know. With you know who back it's hard to be certain. At least he hasn't gone on a killing spree yet. Fudge still has everyone convinced he's dead. I guess that's a good thing though. Oh and my mom said that we'll be picking you up tomorrow to get your stuff from Diagon Alley. We're not going to use floo powder. See you then
Your Friend,
Ron.
hmmmm. Harry thought to himself. well it's the same map. I guess it would be nice to add our names. I don't know about the animagus part but having my name along side my father's with my friend's and his friends would be great. Maybe we could add our names later. Ron is right. I think it is time we wisen up. I mean we never know what can happen anymore. Maybe I should try a little harder. Oh well. I wonder what Hermione gave me. Hmmm.
Harry leaned over and grabbed Hermione's present. He opened it rather quickly. Inside he found a book called Care of Mythical Creatures, and Profession Quidditch: Skills and Techniques Uncovered. Just like Hermione. He thought to himself. He briefly leafed through the pages of the quidditch book, but when he heard a slight grunt come from his baby Pegasus he put it away and pulled out the Care of Mythical Creatures Book and began reading all about how to care for Pegasus. Mourning Came and he couldn't believe that he actually finished reading the book. I hope I'm not turning into Hermione. He thought to himself.
He looked at the bed where the baby Pegasus lay asleep. Now that the sun was out Harry could see how much its snow white hair sparkled with tints of blue and pink. It was in the sunlight that he finally took notice of the motionless owl on the floor with its package still tied to its legs. Errol! Harry yelled rushing over towards the beat up bird.
Harry quickly untied the package from Errol's leg and checked to see if Errol was even alive. Poor Errol. Well you won't have to fly home at least. Ron's coming to get me today. He put Errol in the cage with Hedwig. He refilled the water and added more food. After he finished he opened the package. Instead of examining the contents he quickly began to read the card.
Hiya Harry,
Well last year we made you a promise and we fully intend to keep them. We've been working all summer and we've come up with some pretty cool jokes. We've been looking for a place to start our joke shop. We haven't found one yet but the outlook is hopeful. Anyways these are samples of all the new jokes we've created this summer. Don't test them on yourself. In fact we'd like it if you tested them on Crabbe, Goyle, Draco, or that Ton Tongue Toffee cousin of yours. Well see you at Hogwarts.
Ps We heard that they will have Qidditch this year.
See ya later
Fred and George.
Yes Quidditch! Harry couldn't wait to start playing again. He loved Qudditch. It won't be the same without wood though. Harry thought to himself. I wonder who our new captain is going to be and who's going to take Angelina's spot as well. Hmmm. Oh well. No time to think about that I've gotta get packed so that I can go with the Weasley's to Diagon Alley With that Harry gathered all his belongings and placed them in his trunk. Everything was put away except for The baby blankets and the picture. It upset him too much. He decided to read Sirius' letter.
Dear Harry,
By now I'm sure you know what this is all about. Yes it's true. You had a sister. Her name was Riley Jean Potter. She was your twin, and would be just one minute older then you if she were still alive today. I was the one who took this picture. The only picture of You and Riley with your parents. Riley died soon after she was born. The doctor said it was heart failure, We knew it was you know who. I didn't give you this to upset you Harry. I gave this to you because there is so much that you just don't know about your past. I feel you are old enough to know this stuff now. besides I thought it would be better if you heard it from me and not Rita Skeeter. She's bound to write something about it. I just want you to know and be prepared. It's not fair to you to not know these things.
You're Godfather,
Sirius
Harry the brushed away a few tears from his eyes and put Riley's blanket and frame into the trunk. He used his blanket to wrap up his baby Pegasus and placed him in this chest he had that had air holes for him to breath. After that there was nothing left for him to do he just sat there waiting to be picked up by the Weasley's. It was then that he noticed his Hogwarts letter on the floor. It was extremely thicker then all his previous letters but he didn't open it. He just waited for his friends to take him away from privet drive and the Dursleys. To Hogwarts where he belonged. With other witches and wizards.