A/N: I've decided to update the last three chapters, I've had them all written, so here's my treat for you. I hope you enjoy the end of this, I loved writing it. I still have my Remus/OC and Lily/James fic, plus my fairy tale fic, I'm not leaving the scene. Please Review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Anything is Possible

Jennifer stormed back into the restaurant and Tori looked at her questioningly. "Don't ask." She took two glasses of water to the booth. "Mr. Weasley had business to attend to." She said and walked away. Brian and Harry swapped questioning glances before Harry called her back.

"Hold on there, what's going on?"

"Nothing."

"Then why did Ron leave."

"No clue."

"Jennifer...."

"Jennifer! Dudley is on the phone again!" Tori called out.

"Why me!" Jennifer called out dramatically. "One moment."

"Dudley?" Both Harry and Brian stated.

"You think she?"

"It's possible."

"She isn't of magic though."

"You were a muggle born right?" Harry asked.

"Well yeah."

"Then it is possible that she's related to us."

"So Ron told you I'm your..."

"Cousin. Yes."

Jennifer returned to the table. "Sorry about that, my cousin didn't know how to get my uncle off the couch." She stated sarcastically.

"Is he that large?" Harry enquired, trying not to crack a smile.

"Very much."

"Ever met them?" He asked again.

"Unfortunately."

"What were they like?"

"Weird."

"Really?"

"Yeah...they...hold on...your Harry Potter?"

"Yes."

"As in Harry Potter, the son of Lily and James Potter?"

"Yes."

"Oh my stars." And Jennifer collapsed.

She woke up sometime later to a worried face leaning over her. "You alright? Harry asked.

"Never been better." She grumbled as she struggled to sit up.

"How did you know my parents?" Harry inquired.

"I didn't, my father just talks about them a lot."

"Does he now?"

"Yes. Said they were the only two people able to make him and my mother laugh at Christmas."

"Whose your mother?" Brian asked.

"Alexandria Summers."

Brian furrowed his brow. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, she died when I was young." Brian choked on his breath. "Are you alright?" She asked concernedly.

"Fine. Fine. Harry can we talk? Outside?"

"Yeah." The two men walked outside. "What is it?"

"Alexandria is my mother."

Harry processed the information. "Making..."

"Making Jennifer my sister. But why would she be told that her mother is dead?"

"Isn't she?"

"No! She's as healthy as I am."

"You don't think..." The two men walked back into the restaurant.

"Jennifer...what's your father's name?"

"Michael. But why all the questions on my family tree?"

"Do you have a picture of him?" Harry asked.

"In my wallet...yes."

"May I see it."

"Sure." She said, confusion laced her words. She handed Harry the picture of her father and Brian faltered.

"That's him..."

"We need to talk to Ron. Jennifer, would you come with us?"

"You make it sound as if I'm being arrested." She said uncertainly.

"Not at all. But you may be able to help us solve the case Ron was sent here for."

"I don't think so..."

"You know more than you think..."

"Right."

"Follow me." Harry and Brian helped to lift Jennifer to her feet. "Where are we going?"

"To the hotel."

"Where in the hotel?"

Harry hesitated. "Ron's suite."

"Oh no. Not going there, no way." Jennifer said as she shook her head and held her hands up in defiance.

"Please? If you don't come with us now more people will die." Jennifer stopped. She looked over to Brian who nodded his head.

"There's something you two aren't telling me."

"We'll save it for later."

"Fine." The three of them walked out of the restaurant and Harry waved Brian ahead. "Go to the Marriot, the Presidential suite." Brian nodded, then disappeared. Jennifer took a step back.

"Uh...where'd he go."

"The same place we're going. Follow me."

"What?"

Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her along as he ran to the wizarding district. He pushed open the door of the pub door and ran to the back of the store, Jennifer dragging behind. He then stopped in front of a massive fireplace and Jennifer looked up at it in astonishment. Harry then pushed her into the fireplace, threw the floo powder behind her and yelled something aloud that was unidentifiable. In a matter of seconds she was in Ron's suite, in front of Ron, Brian, and Hermione, on the ground, covered in soot. She stepped away from the fireplace and dusted herself off. "This can't be normal." She muttered.

"Jennifer let me explain..." Harry said as he popped in behind her.

"I'm going crazy. That's it, I'm going stark raving mad." She said, clutching the roots of her hair. Her legs started to give way, and Brian rushed up behind her to keep her from collapsing. "Thanks. I seem to be doing that a lot lately." Brian only smiled.

Harry spoke up, "What can you tell us about your father..."

"Hold on Sparky. Me first. Who the hell are all of you, and how in the hell did I just appear from the pub into this hotel room in less than thirty seconds."

"We're wizards." Harry stated simply. "Well...she's a witch." He said pointing to Hermione, who waved slightly.

"Now I know I'm nuts." Someone knocked on the door, it was Carter. "Next thing you tell me, he'll be one too." She said pointing to Carter.

"He is." Ron stated.

"What?"

"He's a wizard."

"I need a drink." Jennifer stated.

"What do you want Carter?"

"I just wanted to see if your stay here has been exemplatory, and why in hell did you just tell her I'm a wizard."

"Because we need her cooperation." Harry stated.

"Cooperation for what?" Ron asked.

"Indeed." Repeated Carter.

"I mean no offense Carter, but this is official Ministry business."

"I see. I'll just...let myself out."

"See that you do." Ron said coolly. After the door had shut, Harry went to over to Jennifer. He crouched down and asked her once again.

"What can you tell us about your father?"

"He's an old widowed man with a bad heart."

"Anything else?"

"He used to be a lawyer..."

"That all?"

"I'm afraid so..."

"Can you tell me about your mother?"

"Just that she died young."

"No. No, she didn't." Brian whispered.

"What?"

"She's still alive. Only it's Alexandria Dursely, not Summers."

"I don't understand."

"I don't either. But she's my mother, so I know for a fact that she's alive."

"She's your...then you're my...and my father is...and Harry's my...can't breath." Jennifer stated.

Hermione looked at her in fright, "Get her a paper bag, she's hyperventilating." Ron rushed into the kitchen area and brought out a bag. Hermione knelt next to Jennifer and held the bag to her mouth. "Breath in and out. That's it." After a second Jennifer stopped and pulled out a slip of paper.

"Receipt." She coughed out, she then went back to breathing in the bag.

"we need to have a talk with Mr. Summers. Brian, do you think your mom could explain some of this?"

"I'll go get her." Brian disappeared with a pop. And Jennifer stopped breathing into the bag.

"That is so annoying." She whispered. Hermione looked at her and rubbed her back.

"You okay now?"

"Sure. I'm fine. Peachy." In a second two people apparated into the apartment, a woman and Brian.

"Jennifer?" The woman asked, astonished.

"Ma? You-your alive? But how? Daddy told me you were dead." Jennifer said as she fell against the back of the couch.

"He would." The woman stated. She knelt in front of Jennifer.

"I haven't seen you since you were two years old."

"That makes sense as to why I don't know him." She said, pointing to Brian. "But I'm confused, why did you leave?"

"Honey, your father wasn't...isn't whom he seems to be. I left because I knew he could do nothing with you, but with Brian..."

"So I was like...not good enough?"

"No! It's just...honey your father..."

"Lay off the honey stuff."

"Right, Jennifer...I'm guessing you know that your brother is a wizard."

"Yes."

"As am I."

"Figures."

"And so is your father."

"She's a squib?" Brian asked incredulously.

"Yes."

"It would be nice to know what the hell a Squib is."

"A child born of magical heritage that shows little to no magical ability. Because you were a squib, I knew your father wouldn't conform you to his beliefs. I left because I knew Brian wouldn't be that lucky."

"This is ridiculous! My father is a little old man with heart problems, not some...wizard...as you claim for him to be."

"What else can you tell me about Michael Summers Mrs. Dursely."

"Alexandria please."

"Alexandria."

"I'll tell you everything I know, but I want her away from him."

"What?" Jennifer asked.

"I want you out of that home."

"This is ridiculous. You sound as if he's some murderer or something." Alexandria just looked at Ron, Harry, and Brian.

"I'll take her." Brian volunteered. "You two figure out what my mother knows." Brian walked over to her. "Come on."

"You're off your rocker."

"Please." He stated with urgency.

"No."

"The faster we get this done, the sooner we can clear your...our father...if he's innocent."

"He is."

"Alright. But can we get a move on?"

"Fine, but I am not doing that little disappearing act thing. It's too creepy."

Brian let out an irritated sigh. "Fine." He held out his hand. Jennifer reached for it, and the two disappeared.

They reappeared at Jennifer's apartment, and Jennifer punched him the chest. "Don't do that!"

"Sorry, but its quick. Where is he?"

"In his room. Down the hall."

Brian nodded, "Pack a bag."

"This is insane."

"Just do it." Brian walked down the hall to Michael's bedroom and slowly opened the door, no one was there. "Uh Jen...no one is here."

"What?"

"Take a look for yourself." Jennifer walked down the hall and into her father's room.

"Daddy?"

"Right here princess." The two siblings jumped back in shock.

"Daddy, you scared us."

"Whose this?"

"Daddy, this is Brian."

"Hello Brian."

"Hello Mr. Summers."

"What brings you here?"

"Oh me and Jennifer are just going on a...business trip, and I came with her to pack."

"I don't think so." He said, narrowing his eyes. His voice had taken on a strange tone.

"What?"

"In the living room, both of you."

Back at the hotel, Alexandria explained everything about her marriage to Michael Summers. His obsessive love for the dark arts. His following and devotion to Voldermort. Everything. When she was through, Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared at her.

"If everything you say is true...then Michael Summers is Issak Denton and Jennifer is..." Harry began.

"In a lot of trouble." Ron finished. "I have to go."

"I'm coming with you." Harry stated, Ron shook his head.

"No stay here with Alexandria. If what we think is true, she's next in line. Hermione, you stay here too." Hermione nodded. Ron disapparated and appararated at the door to Jennifer's apartment. He opened the door and walked in, but stepped back in shock.

"Hello Mr. Weasley."