"You look just like father." came a soft, gentle voice from behind him.

"Yeah...I get that a lot..." murmured Harry as he slowed down a little so that they could walk side by side. Somehow hearing someone else call his dad 'father' felt rather...strange, but warm as well. "They also say I have my mother's eyes."

Nikita smiled... "I wouldn't know about that...the only picture I have is one of my parents standing together."

It stung. It really did. The fact that his father had made a mistake made Harry bring him down from his pedestal.

Harry shrugged it off and looked at her again. Now he could see the resemblance to James properly. She had the same raven colored hair which she had somehow managed to straighten and the same eyes. Her smile seemed a lot like James's as well.

Even from a distance, he knew everyone would be able to make out they were siblings.

They were heading towards the Gryffindor Common room. The sorting Hat had been placed on her head less than a few moments ago and it hadn't even touched a hair on her head as it screamed "GRYFFINDOR!"

Nikita laughed as a knight brandished a sword at Harry from an old thirteenth century painting. Harry attempted a grin but failed and it looked like a grimace. There were just too many feelings and emotions going through his head to even attempt a smile, forget a grin.

"What?" she asked as he saw her looking at her.

"You have dad's eyes..."

"I know."

She didn't have a British accent. But nor was it Indian. Instead, her voice was clear and he understood each of her words perfectly.

Harry stopped for a moment right before they reached the Gryffindor common room. He took a close look at her and then looked down at his feet. Her expression was that of a sense of peace felt after...a lifetime...

"Don't you miss them?" he asked her softly almost awkwardly. It embarrassed him, this question, because he never talked about his parents to anyone. But something about her just made him feel that this person... this girl who he didn't know but had to accept as sister... was the right one to talk to.

"I do. More than you'll ever know. But... as horrible as this sounds... perhaps it was meant to be."

Harry looked up sharply at her, a sudden surge of temper rushing into him "You mean you actually believe that they were meant to die?"

She shook her head slowly "No. You see, if they had lived, we would have probably disliked each other, even hated each other. They would be forever condemned by society because of one mistake."

Harry felt his anger surge out of him. But something she had said made him look at her He looked her in the eyes again.

"And by that mistake you mean the night?"

She shook her head a sad shadow crossing her face.

"By that mistake, I mean me."

"Harry what happened in Dumbledore's-" began Ron but stopped as soon as he saw the girl next to Harry. And it wasn't just him who stopped, suddenly the entire common room was quiet and still.

Hermione for once, dropped her homework on the desk, Fred and George stared at the girl open mouthed, Neville accidentally changed his homework into paper planes, Lee nearly dropped the bottle of Ink he was carrying, Dean was hit on the head with the textbook Seamus was throwing at him.

And that was just a few of the reactions.

Lavender and Parvati almost instantly started whispering about her.

Most of the boys just stared at her in awe which lead to most of the girls joining into the whispering.

"Who-who're..." began Ron but she interrupted him.

"I'm Harry's sister. Nikita Gill, pleasure to meet you all."

A general murmur erupted as a few questions were flung at her.

"When...where were YOU all this time?"

"I didn't know Hogwarts allowed students to join in fifth year!"

"She's a transfer student."

"Nikita Gill? Aren't you a Potter then?"

She looked up at Angelina Johnson who self consciously swept her braids back.

"Gill was what my relatives back in India called me. It was my mother's last name. I am his half sister, a few months older but his sister none the less."

There was an accepted stunned silence. Suddenly someone spoke up.

"You mean Tarini Gill? The Indian Auror? She was fantastic! You're her daughter?"

She beamed with pride "That's right."

"Hey wasn't there some story in about this? In the Prophet?"

Harry, who had been calmly watching the commotion now said "Listen, I think Nikita's tired...she probably wants to sleep."

"And no." warned Harry "I am NOT talking about what happened to ANYONE!"

Nikita stretched and yawned just as Dobby appeared with a glorious looking sleek hawk perched on his heavily clothed shoulder. The hawk majestically swooped his wings and landed on her arm just as Dobby bowed low to Harry.

"Dobby hear Harry Potter has had great surprise, sir. Dobby brings his sister's owl."

Nikita grinned and mouthed 'owl?' to Harry. Harry finally laughed and said "Uh, Dobby, that's a hawk. It's different from an owl..."

"And not allowed on school premises." muttered Hermione to Ron who was still staring at the girl. She heard her.

"Special permission. And for special uses." she said winking at Harry.

Dobby had left as quickly as he had come, leaving the loud, noisy common room. Nikita lifted her hand and a set of bags appeared.

They lifted themselves up as she waved her hand in a single sweeping motion and waited for her instructions.

"Placierio" she muttered.

The bags flew across the room and into the girls dorm.

Now it was Harry's turn to gawk.

She had just done that spell without a wand.

"Tantra" she said gently. "A very powerful Indian form of magic."

The hawk seeing the bags fly up took its chance to fly out from the open window into the night as well.

"Where is the Hawk going? Surely not the owlery." asked Hermione in slight panic.

"God no! Hagrid's taking care of Rudrakshya for me."

As everyone continued to stare at her she rolled her eyes. "Okay, what am I? A TV show?"

Sniggers and laughter echoed through the room at this statement. It wasn't really funny, but the way she said it, it seemed hilarious.

"Anyhow, goodnight all. Goodnight Harry."

Harry stiffened as she pecked his cheek. But then, surprising himself as well, he uttered a few words in her ear that moved her deeply.

"You aren't a mistake. You're my sister."