Decided to write another chapter to get rid of the stupid writers block
that I've been having. Read my two other Hp stories, and hopefully review.
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"I think you might be my brother." The girl said. Harry went speechless.
Harry stared at Yasmin. He was too shocked to do or say anything. Yasmin shifted her weight nervously from one leg to another. The silence was broken when Errol, flew off Harry's arm and startled Harry.
"What?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"I think you might be my brother."
"Wha- I don't think- I mean, it's Impossible! H- how can you be my sister? My parents died when I was one, and you are like, what? Four years younger than me?" Harry added.
"Five." Yasmin corrected Harry.
Harry stared at the girl in front of him. He couldn't believe that she could be his sister. She was five years younger than him. His parents were dead. Voldemort had killed them. He had even seen their ghosts. How could they die and have a baby five years after their death?
"Maybe you've got the wrong person."
"I don't think so. I might be younger than you, but it is still possible that I am your sister." Yasmin said.
Harry thought about what she said. Could it be possible? Anything could be possible. Many people thought that no could survive the Kedavra Curse, but he did. Harry peeked into the Dursley's house. Neither Aunt Petunia nor Dudley was near the staircase to his room. Harry entered the house quietly.
"Follow me." Harry instructed. Yasmin followed Harry up the stairs and into his room. She kept wondering why they had to creep into his room.
"Is this your room?" Yasmin asked as she wondered around the small room.
Harry quickly took the letters from his table and stuffed it in his pocket. Harry went to Errol, who was standing on his bed with a letter tied to his leg. Harry quickly took the letter and stuffed it in with all the others. He didn't want the girl to find out he was a wizard.
"Yup." Harry replied and sat on his bed. Yasmin sat on his chair and began unzipping her bag pack.
Yasmin took out her wallet and opened it. She handed it to Harry. Harry took the wallet, not knowing what she was trying to show him. He looked at the wallet and saw two passport size muggle photographs. One of it was a picture of his mother, while the other was his father. Harry looked up at Yasmin. Her green eyes were full of curiosity. Green? Harry had never realized that he eyes were green. Harry looked at the picture of his mother and then looked at Yasmin again. No wonder she looked so familiar. Yasmin looked exactly like his mother.
"How did you get these?" Harry asked, chucking the thought aside.
"The doctor gave it to me."
"The doctor?"
"Um. See. I'm a test tube baby." Yasmin said nervously. Harry dropped the wallet in shock, and quickly picked it up.
"And you think --" Was all Harry managed to say.
"Yeah, I think Lily and James Potter are my biological parents."
Yasmin was wondering if she should stop, but when she saw Harry listening attentively, she took it as a sign and continued explaining.
"See, the doctors made a mistake. They accidentally planted me into a woman together with her own baby. The woman got the biggest shock of her life, when she gave birth to me. She became furious and left me with the doctors. And the only thing I remembered was growing up in a horrible orphanage." Yasmin explained and continued in a loud whisper, as if afraid someone would hear her "They treat you like slaves in there."
He looked up, and gave her a small smile. He had believed her story, but not completely, yet. Yasmin returned the smile; obviously delighted that Harry had believed her. Yasmin spent the rest of the time telling Harry about her life in the Orphanage and how she escaped.
"I was homeless for awhile, but an old lady took me in when she saw me on the streets. She was very kind; she treated me like her own daughter and helped me find out about my real parents. She was as excited as I was when we found my real parents. She was the one who encouraged me to find you." Yasmin explained. It was almost dinner. Harry was surprised that none of the Dursley's had disturbed him yet.
"She sounds kind." Harry said.
"She is. Lucky I ran away from the Orphanage."
"Yeah, but you made a mistake coming here. The Dursley's are no better than the Orphanage." Harry said. Yasmine looked at him, expecting him to say more. Harry began telling her about his life with the Dursley's. Of course, he didn't tell her about Hogwarts.
"You go to boarding school?" Yasmin asked.
"Yeah, I can't stand it here."
"Its lucky I came in the summer." Yasmin said, smiling.
"I have one question, it had been bugging me from just now. Why didn't the doctors send you to the Dursley's? I thought that in a case like this, they would give you to your relatives, and the Dursley's were your only adult relatives." Harry asked. Yasmin stared at Harry before answering.
"They did. But somehow I ended up in the Orphanage." Yasmin said.
"WHAT?" Harry suddenly knew what had happened. The Dursley's had put Yasmin in an Orphanage. Harry's head burst with thoughts that all linked together. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. They had kept Yasmine a secret all this while, like how they had not told him he was a wizard. Harry stood up quickly and suddenly. Yasmin was too surprised at Harry's reaction to move.
"Wait here." Harry said, as he walked out of the room quickly, leaving the door slightly ajar. Yasmine sat quietly, wondering what Harry was about to do when she heard Harry's voice. He didn't sound very far away from the room.
"Do I have a sister?" Harry asked Uncle Vernon determinedly. Uncle Vernon was standing in the middle of the stairs, while Harry was at the top.
"How dare you question me!" Uncle Vernon said angrily, trying to cover up his shocked reaction.
"Do I have a sister?" Harry shouted over Uncle Vernon's voice.
"You better shut your mouth boy!" Uncle Vernon shouted louder and angrier as he climbed up the stairs towards Harry.
Harry took a few steps back, nearer to his room, with his hand in his pocket, gripping his wand tightly. Uncle Vernon began to charge at Harry when he reached the top, but stopped abruptly when Harry took out his wand and pointed it at him. Aunt Petunia shrieked when she saw Harry's wand being pointed at Uncle Vernon. Dudley was next to her. They both had come, when they heard shouting.
"Do I have a sister?" Harry asked in a softer but determined tone. Uncle Vernon was obviously scared of the wand. They were both so close to Harry's room that Yasmin could hear everything very clearly.
"Put that down boy!" Vernon demanded with hint of fright. Harry didn't listen; instead, he raised the wand higher.
"You wouldn't dare use that." Uncle Vernon said in a less commanding voice. Harry could tell, by the tone of his voice, Uncle Vernon doubted his own words.
"I would." Harry said, and continued with more determination. "Do I have a sister?"
"Unfortunately, yes." Vernon said, admitting defeat.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Why would we want to tell you?" Harry heard Aunt Petunia's voice. She was standing in the middle of the stairs, but Dudley stayed at the bottom of the stairs, looking terrified. Aunt Petunia continued, "When she was sent to us, we knew she was going to be freaks just like you and your parents. We knew if the two of you were together it would mean trouble. We wanted to send her away, and some people were even suggesting it. We followed their advice, and sent her far, far away from here."
"Why didn't you send me away when you could?" Harry asked. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon kept quiet. He knew it was because they were afraid that Dumbledore might do something to them.
"We could only give away one." Vernon lied. "We kept you, because you were older. The older you were, the faster we could get rid of you and your freaky and abnormal visitors. You are just like you parents and their freaky friends. Their assassination just proved that even in your abnormal world, they were hated."
"That's it!" Harry went into his room angrily and slammed the door shut. He kept his wand in his pocket. He quickly opened his trunk and began packing his things.
"We're going." Harry told Yasmin who was staring at him in bewilderment.
"Where?" Yasmin asked.
"I don't know. All I know is that we are getting out of here."
Harry shut his trunk and dragged it towards the door. Yasmin followed him.
"Sorry about all this." Harry apologized, as they were standing by the door.
"What's there to be sorry about?" Yasmin smiled at him.
Harry opened the door to reveal Uncle Vernon standing in front of his room, looking furious. But his expression soon changed, when he saw Yasmin. He stared at Yasmin in disbelief. He was too shock to move. Which made things easier for Harry. The both of them went down the stairs and out of the house quickly with no trouble because Aunt Petunia had the same reaction as Vernon, while Dudley was too scared to go near. Harry and Yasmin walked away from the house as quickly as they could. It was getting dark and they had no idea where to go.
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I've done chapter two out of boredom and also because to annoy my sister. And. It is POSSIBLE for Harry to have a sister five years younger than him. You know, with all the sperm and egg bank thing. he he. This story is written because I'm having trouble with my other two stories. Writers block... Don't forget to read and review this story!! And also please read my other two stories and review. They are titled the key to killing Harry Potter, and Repeating History. THANKS!
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"I think you might be my brother." The girl said. Harry went speechless.
Harry stared at Yasmin. He was too shocked to do or say anything. Yasmin shifted her weight nervously from one leg to another. The silence was broken when Errol, flew off Harry's arm and startled Harry.
"What?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"I think you might be my brother."
"Wha- I don't think- I mean, it's Impossible! H- how can you be my sister? My parents died when I was one, and you are like, what? Four years younger than me?" Harry added.
"Five." Yasmin corrected Harry.
Harry stared at the girl in front of him. He couldn't believe that she could be his sister. She was five years younger than him. His parents were dead. Voldemort had killed them. He had even seen their ghosts. How could they die and have a baby five years after their death?
"Maybe you've got the wrong person."
"I don't think so. I might be younger than you, but it is still possible that I am your sister." Yasmin said.
Harry thought about what she said. Could it be possible? Anything could be possible. Many people thought that no could survive the Kedavra Curse, but he did. Harry peeked into the Dursley's house. Neither Aunt Petunia nor Dudley was near the staircase to his room. Harry entered the house quietly.
"Follow me." Harry instructed. Yasmin followed Harry up the stairs and into his room. She kept wondering why they had to creep into his room.
"Is this your room?" Yasmin asked as she wondered around the small room.
Harry quickly took the letters from his table and stuffed it in his pocket. Harry went to Errol, who was standing on his bed with a letter tied to his leg. Harry quickly took the letter and stuffed it in with all the others. He didn't want the girl to find out he was a wizard.
"Yup." Harry replied and sat on his bed. Yasmin sat on his chair and began unzipping her bag pack.
Yasmin took out her wallet and opened it. She handed it to Harry. Harry took the wallet, not knowing what she was trying to show him. He looked at the wallet and saw two passport size muggle photographs. One of it was a picture of his mother, while the other was his father. Harry looked up at Yasmin. Her green eyes were full of curiosity. Green? Harry had never realized that he eyes were green. Harry looked at the picture of his mother and then looked at Yasmin again. No wonder she looked so familiar. Yasmin looked exactly like his mother.
"How did you get these?" Harry asked, chucking the thought aside.
"The doctor gave it to me."
"The doctor?"
"Um. See. I'm a test tube baby." Yasmin said nervously. Harry dropped the wallet in shock, and quickly picked it up.
"And you think --" Was all Harry managed to say.
"Yeah, I think Lily and James Potter are my biological parents."
Yasmin was wondering if she should stop, but when she saw Harry listening attentively, she took it as a sign and continued explaining.
"See, the doctors made a mistake. They accidentally planted me into a woman together with her own baby. The woman got the biggest shock of her life, when she gave birth to me. She became furious and left me with the doctors. And the only thing I remembered was growing up in a horrible orphanage." Yasmin explained and continued in a loud whisper, as if afraid someone would hear her "They treat you like slaves in there."
He looked up, and gave her a small smile. He had believed her story, but not completely, yet. Yasmin returned the smile; obviously delighted that Harry had believed her. Yasmin spent the rest of the time telling Harry about her life in the Orphanage and how she escaped.
"I was homeless for awhile, but an old lady took me in when she saw me on the streets. She was very kind; she treated me like her own daughter and helped me find out about my real parents. She was as excited as I was when we found my real parents. She was the one who encouraged me to find you." Yasmin explained. It was almost dinner. Harry was surprised that none of the Dursley's had disturbed him yet.
"She sounds kind." Harry said.
"She is. Lucky I ran away from the Orphanage."
"Yeah, but you made a mistake coming here. The Dursley's are no better than the Orphanage." Harry said. Yasmine looked at him, expecting him to say more. Harry began telling her about his life with the Dursley's. Of course, he didn't tell her about Hogwarts.
"You go to boarding school?" Yasmin asked.
"Yeah, I can't stand it here."
"Its lucky I came in the summer." Yasmin said, smiling.
"I have one question, it had been bugging me from just now. Why didn't the doctors send you to the Dursley's? I thought that in a case like this, they would give you to your relatives, and the Dursley's were your only adult relatives." Harry asked. Yasmin stared at Harry before answering.
"They did. But somehow I ended up in the Orphanage." Yasmin said.
"WHAT?" Harry suddenly knew what had happened. The Dursley's had put Yasmin in an Orphanage. Harry's head burst with thoughts that all linked together. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. They had kept Yasmine a secret all this while, like how they had not told him he was a wizard. Harry stood up quickly and suddenly. Yasmin was too surprised at Harry's reaction to move.
"Wait here." Harry said, as he walked out of the room quickly, leaving the door slightly ajar. Yasmine sat quietly, wondering what Harry was about to do when she heard Harry's voice. He didn't sound very far away from the room.
"Do I have a sister?" Harry asked Uncle Vernon determinedly. Uncle Vernon was standing in the middle of the stairs, while Harry was at the top.
"How dare you question me!" Uncle Vernon said angrily, trying to cover up his shocked reaction.
"Do I have a sister?" Harry shouted over Uncle Vernon's voice.
"You better shut your mouth boy!" Uncle Vernon shouted louder and angrier as he climbed up the stairs towards Harry.
Harry took a few steps back, nearer to his room, with his hand in his pocket, gripping his wand tightly. Uncle Vernon began to charge at Harry when he reached the top, but stopped abruptly when Harry took out his wand and pointed it at him. Aunt Petunia shrieked when she saw Harry's wand being pointed at Uncle Vernon. Dudley was next to her. They both had come, when they heard shouting.
"Do I have a sister?" Harry asked in a softer but determined tone. Uncle Vernon was obviously scared of the wand. They were both so close to Harry's room that Yasmin could hear everything very clearly.
"Put that down boy!" Vernon demanded with hint of fright. Harry didn't listen; instead, he raised the wand higher.
"You wouldn't dare use that." Uncle Vernon said in a less commanding voice. Harry could tell, by the tone of his voice, Uncle Vernon doubted his own words.
"I would." Harry said, and continued with more determination. "Do I have a sister?"
"Unfortunately, yes." Vernon said, admitting defeat.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Why would we want to tell you?" Harry heard Aunt Petunia's voice. She was standing in the middle of the stairs, but Dudley stayed at the bottom of the stairs, looking terrified. Aunt Petunia continued, "When she was sent to us, we knew she was going to be freaks just like you and your parents. We knew if the two of you were together it would mean trouble. We wanted to send her away, and some people were even suggesting it. We followed their advice, and sent her far, far away from here."
"Why didn't you send me away when you could?" Harry asked. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon kept quiet. He knew it was because they were afraid that Dumbledore might do something to them.
"We could only give away one." Vernon lied. "We kept you, because you were older. The older you were, the faster we could get rid of you and your freaky and abnormal visitors. You are just like you parents and their freaky friends. Their assassination just proved that even in your abnormal world, they were hated."
"That's it!" Harry went into his room angrily and slammed the door shut. He kept his wand in his pocket. He quickly opened his trunk and began packing his things.
"We're going." Harry told Yasmin who was staring at him in bewilderment.
"Where?" Yasmin asked.
"I don't know. All I know is that we are getting out of here."
Harry shut his trunk and dragged it towards the door. Yasmin followed him.
"Sorry about all this." Harry apologized, as they were standing by the door.
"What's there to be sorry about?" Yasmin smiled at him.
Harry opened the door to reveal Uncle Vernon standing in front of his room, looking furious. But his expression soon changed, when he saw Yasmin. He stared at Yasmin in disbelief. He was too shock to move. Which made things easier for Harry. The both of them went down the stairs and out of the house quickly with no trouble because Aunt Petunia had the same reaction as Vernon, while Dudley was too scared to go near. Harry and Yasmin walked away from the house as quickly as they could. It was getting dark and they had no idea where to go.
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I've done chapter two out of boredom and also because to annoy my sister. And. It is POSSIBLE for Harry to have a sister five years younger than him. You know, with all the sperm and egg bank thing. he he. This story is written because I'm having trouble with my other two stories. Writers block... Don't forget to read and review this story!! And also please read my other two stories and review. They are titled the key to killing Harry Potter, and Repeating History. THANKS!