Harry wanted to say something to Brianna, but nothing came out of his "O"
shaped mouth. Brianna swallowed hard. Finally Harry broke the silence.
"So, only Hermione, you, and I know about this then? Probably Ron too. That makes . . . four people." Harry thought for a minute. "Do you want to add more?"
Brianna took this time to also think. She would become famous, but that wasn't what she was aiming for. She wanted to get time to know her older brother and his friends.
"Well . . . I'm not sure. I want to get to know you better." Harry nodded in understanding.
"I guess we can tell a few people, right? What about Dumbledore?" Brianna thought that Dumbledore should've already known, but she agreed.
Together they walked towards Professor McGonagall's office to ask about meeting Professor Dumbledore.
"Hello Mr. Potter . . . and . . ." She let the sentence drift.
"Please, call me Brianna."
"Yes, Mr. Potter and Brianna. What is it that you need?" She looked up at both of them.
"Can we have permission to see Professor Dumbledore please?" Professor McGonagall thought for a moment and then nodded.
"Follow me." She walked up and down a few staircases, muttered passwords and such, found secret openings and finally came to where Prof. Dumbledore's office was.
"I won't be waiting." And with that she left.
Harry looked around and saw Fawkes at his dying state. Brianna looked horrified.
"You know that Fawkes won't die, right?" Brianna slowly shook her head as Harry chuckled. "Phoenixes always die and rebirth. It's an interesting process, really." They both heard a small cough behind them.
"Hello Harry and Miss. . ." Again, Brianna was left to finish.
"Brianna . . ." She paused. "Potter."
"You don't say?" Dumbledore had a smile on his face. "Another Potter? Filch will have a fit, I'm sure." Brianna and Harry couldn't suppress their laughs.
"Well, I'm glad you told me. How many other people know?" Dumbledore asked.
"I think about four. Maybe more." Harry explained. Dumbledore nodded.
"I'm not sure how public will take this." He looked up again. "You two may return to your dormitories. Please exit through that door." He pointed to a door Harry recognized.
They pushed through and found themselves located conveniently next to the Fat Lady. She awoke with a start.
"Ah! Oh, just you. Password?"
"Xylem." The Fat Lady quickly opened the portrait door to reveal a small entrance.
Hermione and Ron rushed up to Harry and Brianna.
"So there you are! We were looking everywhere for you!" Ron said with a breathless voice.
"What was so urgent?" Asked Harry impatiently.
"I think Fred and George overheard us when I was telling Ron about . . . you know . . ." They all nodded in unison.
"Well, it was only Fred and George-"
"Remember? Lee Jordan, and whoever his other friends are . . . and then the whole school! What to do?" Hermione cried out.
"Hermione!" Ron stressed. "Just shush up for one bloody second!" Hermione looked offended and shocked at his outburst.
"Okay, we'll see how it turns out. If people know, we can tweak the memory charm Prof. Lockhart taught us, right?" Ron suggested, but Hermione shook her head in disgust.
"No Ron, none of the Professors will like that, especially not Professor McGonagall. We need to tell Fred and George and maybe even Lee to keep it down, at least for now." Harry and Brianna both agreed with this idea. Ron fumed.
"I still think my idea was better . . ." He muttered under his breath.
Harry and Brianna sat in two close together armchairs.
"So, you have a star scar on your cheek, and I have a lightning bolt scar on my forehead." Harry said. "How did you get your scar?"
Brianna pointed to her scar. "This thing? I got this from one of the Death Eaters, when they were trying to kill me when I was three. I remember it. A hooded man was pointing his wand at me, and instead of planting a Death Mark, he gave me the star." She explained.
"How did you survive though? I don't remember anything about having a sister, but then again, I was only a few years old." Harry questioned.
"I'm not sure about that, but I think I was adopted, but very similar to you. Mum had put me in a cabinet which was what protected me from Voldemort's blasts."
"It's a small, complicated world, huh?" Harry joked.
"Yes Harry-"
"Oh, it's the famous," The voice stressed the word famous," Harry Potter and his new girlfriend!" A snigger and a grunt came.
"Draco . . . don't start now. She's not my girlfriend. She's-"He remembered that he couldn't tell anyone about it, especially Draco Malfoy.
This was a problem, getting harder to control every second.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry about the abrupt ending, but that's where I had to stop it! It'll be continuing, don't worry everyone! Reviews are wonderful! BWEEE!
"So, only Hermione, you, and I know about this then? Probably Ron too. That makes . . . four people." Harry thought for a minute. "Do you want to add more?"
Brianna took this time to also think. She would become famous, but that wasn't what she was aiming for. She wanted to get time to know her older brother and his friends.
"Well . . . I'm not sure. I want to get to know you better." Harry nodded in understanding.
"I guess we can tell a few people, right? What about Dumbledore?" Brianna thought that Dumbledore should've already known, but she agreed.
Together they walked towards Professor McGonagall's office to ask about meeting Professor Dumbledore.
"Hello Mr. Potter . . . and . . ." She let the sentence drift.
"Please, call me Brianna."
"Yes, Mr. Potter and Brianna. What is it that you need?" She looked up at both of them.
"Can we have permission to see Professor Dumbledore please?" Professor McGonagall thought for a moment and then nodded.
"Follow me." She walked up and down a few staircases, muttered passwords and such, found secret openings and finally came to where Prof. Dumbledore's office was.
"I won't be waiting." And with that she left.
Harry looked around and saw Fawkes at his dying state. Brianna looked horrified.
"You know that Fawkes won't die, right?" Brianna slowly shook her head as Harry chuckled. "Phoenixes always die and rebirth. It's an interesting process, really." They both heard a small cough behind them.
"Hello Harry and Miss. . ." Again, Brianna was left to finish.
"Brianna . . ." She paused. "Potter."
"You don't say?" Dumbledore had a smile on his face. "Another Potter? Filch will have a fit, I'm sure." Brianna and Harry couldn't suppress their laughs.
"Well, I'm glad you told me. How many other people know?" Dumbledore asked.
"I think about four. Maybe more." Harry explained. Dumbledore nodded.
"I'm not sure how public will take this." He looked up again. "You two may return to your dormitories. Please exit through that door." He pointed to a door Harry recognized.
They pushed through and found themselves located conveniently next to the Fat Lady. She awoke with a start.
"Ah! Oh, just you. Password?"
"Xylem." The Fat Lady quickly opened the portrait door to reveal a small entrance.
Hermione and Ron rushed up to Harry and Brianna.
"So there you are! We were looking everywhere for you!" Ron said with a breathless voice.
"What was so urgent?" Asked Harry impatiently.
"I think Fred and George overheard us when I was telling Ron about . . . you know . . ." They all nodded in unison.
"Well, it was only Fred and George-"
"Remember? Lee Jordan, and whoever his other friends are . . . and then the whole school! What to do?" Hermione cried out.
"Hermione!" Ron stressed. "Just shush up for one bloody second!" Hermione looked offended and shocked at his outburst.
"Okay, we'll see how it turns out. If people know, we can tweak the memory charm Prof. Lockhart taught us, right?" Ron suggested, but Hermione shook her head in disgust.
"No Ron, none of the Professors will like that, especially not Professor McGonagall. We need to tell Fred and George and maybe even Lee to keep it down, at least for now." Harry and Brianna both agreed with this idea. Ron fumed.
"I still think my idea was better . . ." He muttered under his breath.
Harry and Brianna sat in two close together armchairs.
"So, you have a star scar on your cheek, and I have a lightning bolt scar on my forehead." Harry said. "How did you get your scar?"
Brianna pointed to her scar. "This thing? I got this from one of the Death Eaters, when they were trying to kill me when I was three. I remember it. A hooded man was pointing his wand at me, and instead of planting a Death Mark, he gave me the star." She explained.
"How did you survive though? I don't remember anything about having a sister, but then again, I was only a few years old." Harry questioned.
"I'm not sure about that, but I think I was adopted, but very similar to you. Mum had put me in a cabinet which was what protected me from Voldemort's blasts."
"It's a small, complicated world, huh?" Harry joked.
"Yes Harry-"
"Oh, it's the famous," The voice stressed the word famous," Harry Potter and his new girlfriend!" A snigger and a grunt came.
"Draco . . . don't start now. She's not my girlfriend. She's-"He remembered that he couldn't tell anyone about it, especially Draco Malfoy.
This was a problem, getting harder to control every second.
~*~*~*~
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry about the abrupt ending, but that's where I had to stop it! It'll be continuing, don't worry everyone! Reviews are wonderful! BWEEE!
