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The Forgotten Sister

Chapter Two

When Harry awoke a few hours later, the smells of waffles, eggs, pancakes, and bacon were drifting up the staircase into the room. Ron was still sleeping (and snoring very loudly) in the bed across from him. Harry looked at the trunk below his bed, and found it apparent why he had awakened.

The pocket sneakascope was humming shrilly inside his trunk. Harry quickly opened the trunk, and stuffed the pocket sneakascope back into Uncle Vernon's old sock again. The good for nothing birthday present Ron had given him in the 3rd year of Hogwarts had been humming throughout his entire summer at the burrow. He had caught Ron late one night, trying to shut it up using Fred's quidittch club. Ever since then, Harry had kept the pocket sneakascope deep in the bottom of the trunk, not that that had help him that much,

"Harry, Ron, Ginny!" called Mrs. Weasley's voice from the kitchen. "Hurry up, or the food will get cold."

"Oh no!" muttered Ron sounding rather annoyed as he sat up in bed. "Not the food! Anything but the food! Take me instead!"

Harry grinned at Ron. "Come on, if we don't hurry, Fred and George will put some Vampire Blood Syrup on the pancakes again!"

Fred and George had been 10x worse then usual since they finally had a joke shop of their own. They had even started selling some of their sweets to muggle children, much to the disgrace of their mum, who kept on exercising her rights to yell at them more often then usual. Even Ginny always had something good to say about the pranks that Fred and George had been pulling lately, with the exploding snaps in the butter, the Weasley Wizard Fireworks exploding every time you opened the door to the basement, and the putting acid pops in the Popsicle boxes.

Not that the rest of the family didn't think it was funny, but they didn't like having to sit down at the dinner table, wondering what Fred and George had done to their food this time.

Ron and Harry pulled their trunks down the stairs, and laid them down with the rest of the Weasley luggage, before sitting down at the table, and switching their plates, with Fred's and George's before they came down to eat.

When the entire family had finished eating, they hulled their stuff out to the Weasley's new Mini Van and headed out for the platform 9 3/4 at Kings Cross Station.

Sophie stared at the man incredulously.

"Hi." Said the man in a gruff voice. "I'm Sirius Dursley."

"Sophie." Said Sophie putting out her hand, never taking her eyes off the shaggy black hair of the man.

The Warden slapped her arm. "It's not polite to stare." She hissed vaguely. She turned to Mr. Dursley.

"Now, Mr. Dursley, you think you would make a good foster parent because...?"

"Well, my wife and I have a son who is about 16 now, and we are most willing to open our arms to a poor orphan." Sirius looked at Sophie. "I work at a drilling company, and I would have more then enough money to support her."

"Right..." said the Warden. "When would you be willing to take her?"

"I will take her when I leave today."

"You heard the man Sophie, go get your bags."

Sophie moved almost robotically up the stairs. She was halfway up the stairs, when she heard the man mutter something, and saw a flash of green light. She went upstairs, and grabbed her stuff from under her bed. She got no goodbye from any of her roommates. On the contrary, they all glared at her when she said goodbye, and walked back out of the room.

When Sophie arrived back into the lobby. Mr. Dursley smiled at her, and told her simply that a car was waiting for her out front and she could go put her things in the trunk. She turned to say goodbye to the Warden.

"Goodbye." She said.

"We'll all miss you dearie." She said with a dazed look on her face.

Sophie walked outside, and with the help of Sirius loaded her stuff into the back of an old van. Sophie got in the back seat, and buckled her seatbelt; unable to believe she was finally escaping the orphanage.

Sirius got into the front seat, and turned to look at her.

"Sorry about this Sophie." He said, sounding truly sorry. And before Sophie could do anything, the man had taken out a short brown stick, pointed it at her and muttered in a low voice, "Imperio!"

A/N: Thanks to every one, (Yes all three of you) who have reviewed me!! It makes me feel more confident to know that someone is reading my stories. (Sob, Sob.)

Also, I do know that yes, Sirius Black has died in the 6th book, but I, (being a dork) refuse to believe that because he is my favorite character!!