Author's Note: I don't own the Harry Potter or any of the characters in the books based around him. I don't own anything.
First Fan Fiction
The room stood still, the pictures and people unmoving as Harry looked into a pair of dim blue eyes. The eyes belonging to a young woman not two feet away from him, a young woman that was said to be his sister.
"How?" was all his body would allow him to say.
The man responsible for this reconciliation, if you could call it that, stepped forward from behind his desk and set his hand upon a newly born Phoenix, picking up the softly squeaking bird in order to calm it, it obviously didn't like the amount of tension in the room.
"Before....that October night that changed everything, Harry, your mother gave birth to a baby girl, but, you must understand that with the prophecy and the hide from Voldemort imminent.." Said Professor Dumbledore in a voice that, in any other situation wouldn't have suited him, but in this situation it was perfect.
While Dumbledore spoke Harry's eyes didn't leave his newly found relative, and at the sound of his name the room contracted, obviously from the other four people in the room wincing, but her face wore one of no emotion.
"Both her and James didn't want a baby born into such a life of danger...they knew they would be on the run from Voldemort due to Trewlawny's prophecy....they could do nothing to shelter you from this fact, Harry, but to give up everything, for it was you who the prophecy spoke of..." Dumbledore abruptly stopped and set the growing Fawkes down, then started back up again "but a new child, one of which Voldemort nor anyone else, besides the four people in my office today, me, Lupin and Sirius knew about" the Professor gestured toward the four figures sitting staring intently at him "They decided it would be best if she grew up in a normal wizarding family, unknown to her who her real parents were, they only wanted the best I hope you understand Delilah"
"A normal wizarding family?" Harry chuckled at the thought, from what he had seen of wizarding family's (which was basically the Weasley's) they were anything but normal. But his attention to the situation was at once regained and he took in everything he had just heard. "Delilah?" he thought, "Wow" he looked over to her "She looks just like her, just like mom, except the eyes, she has dad's eyes".
A single tear ran down the cheek of the red head sitting next to Harry, but her face remained unchanged. He, too, felt a single stream of hot water running down his face, but he quickly wiped it away. He suspected it was her first time hearing this also, as she sat near him in pajamas and looked rather dishelfed, not unlike himself to her he imagined. Harry then noticed the room had gone still again, he hated still, he looked to the five other wizards that shared the office with his sister and him. Professor McGonagall, the person who had awoken him silently and led him to this place, Professor Snape, who was always in here it seemed, Dumbledore, of course, and two he did not recognize.
But the usual stern composure of his Professors seemed have creped away out of the room at that moment, they all stared intently at the ground when Harry's eyes met them, lost deep in thought it seemed. He wondered to himself what memories they had of his sister, for he had none. He felt uncomfortable saying, even in his own head, the fact that he had a sister, it felt foreign and unreal.
"Why now?" the voice next to Harry pierced through the silence of the room. Harry almost jumped at the voice; it was strong, unlike what he thought he would've sounded like if he had opened his mouth to speak.
"And...." She paused, weighing her words, "where.....where are my real parents?" She asked turning to the two wizards Harry did not recognize, he realized then who they were and that they were fighting back sobs.
Professor Snape rose, his eyes leaving the floor, "I believe I should be the one to answer the question of why you have been summoned now. You see, we, all of us in this room, decided, long ago, after that Halloween.." Snape looked to Delilah's confused face, the little colour in his face was drained and his next words seemed strained, "that should Voldemort return, as we knew he would, the two of you, young Potters, would fight him at full strength together."
"Potter?" Suddenly it seemed so clear to Delilah. "Potter?" she repeated slowly. "Halloween, James, Lily...they are my...."
"Yes" Dumbledore's voice rose from the window he had been peering out of.
"Voldemort..." The room gasped when they heard the name spoken out of Delilah's lips, "then...you must be. .the Boy That Lived".
"And you the Girl That Lived " Harry replied in a daze.