Authors's Note: This stoty was started before book 5, therefore making it an Alternate Universe. So to all those who were hoping that I stay close to the book, sorry to dissappoint. I've decided to continue on my original pathand see where that takes me. And, for future chapters, this will be slash(male/male) later.

Ch 2 Regala

You say I am the inherited one

But nothing is what it seems

"Well, what do you think?" Hermione asked. Ron, who was staring into space, came back to reality.

"Huh? Oh, it's nice." he said looking at the book Hermione was holding up. She looked at him crossly.

"What?" Ron pumped with a frown on his face when Harry started laughing.

"You think Mistle Gertrud writing a love novel about Harry is nice!" Hermione looked livid. Harry, on the other hand waslaughing throughtears. Puzzled, Ron took the book in his hands and read the back cover.

The Boy Who Loved

This is the romantic tale of two lovers destined to be.

Harry Potter meets a trilling young gardener who can

tell his future, and grow him roses for the price of one.

This is the legend of mystery, romance, and gardening

like you have never heard before and never will again.

From the author who brought you Flower Fancy.

"It's thrilling! Makes me want to go water my grass!"

Esposito Ferguson, Fantastic Issue

"I will read it again and again. And again, I never want it to end! Never!"

Redundant Paterson, Daily Prophet

"Flowers!"

Moronic S. Obtuse, author of Man of Few Words

Ron laughed. "That's stupid! Who would write a book about that?" Harry hopped down from the ledge he was sitting on careful not to spill his ice cream.

"Exactly!" he said. "I just think that, since Voldemort was killed, people have been bored."

"Well," started Hermione. "people, like Redundant Patterson, who used to work onreports onVoldemort don't have much to write about now, do they?" Hermione laughed, obvisously amused.

"Yeah, I suppose you're right." Harry said as he kicked the dust from the walk way. Harry for some reason had been quiet for the last few days. Ron and Hermione blamed it on a long letter from Sirius that had arrived three days ago by owl post. But Ron didn't allow this to trouble his mind. Harry was safe now that the Dark Lord was dead.

They left Diagon Alley in favor of going swimming with Fred, George, Charlie, and Ginny at the twins' new pool. Ron was ecstatic Fred and George were doing great with their joke business. They now had a wonderful house in the suburbs and Fred was engaged. He was the first of the Weasley kids to contemplate marriage. Even Bill the oldest had only a steady girlfriend. Fred promised Mr and Mrs Weasley that he wouldn't be hasty, so he decided that he and his new bride, Meredith would stay with George for a few more years to make running the joke shop easy for the both of them. As soon as the three got there they changed in the guest rooms and went down to the pool where music was playing. By a table with food and drink stood Meredith, a tall brown haired young woman with bright brown eyes. Beside Meredith stood Remus Lupin. Ron didn't know he was coming, but Harry didn't seem surprised. Next to Lupin was a rather small and aloof looking red head. Someone might have thought herto be a Weasley, but she wasn't tall enough, and her nose wasn't big enough. Looking back now, Ron knows that she wasn't normal enough either.

"I'm Ron. This is Harry Potter and Hermione Granger" Ron stated courteously. Harry was grinning but, Ron didn't know why.

"I'm Regala." The girl stared at Ron with pretty green eyes. Those eyes looked familiar to Ron. They were ethereal, but they were honest and truthful. "Regala? That's an interesting name..." Hermione stated.

"It's Spanish." said Harry quietly. Ron turned to him. "It means gift." Regala smiled at Harry. Ron looked from Harry to Regala. Then he noticed, their eyes were the same. Harry turned to him.

"Ron, Regala Potter is my sister."

"What?" said Ron looking at Harry as though he had gone a bit mad.

"She's my sister. My twin." 'Okay,' thought Ron 'More than a bit mad'

"Okay, Harry, what are you on about?" Ron said while laughing nervously. Harry blinked at him than looked away. Hermione hinted that the group should sit down. Everyone sat in the lawn chairs around the pool. Ron sat reluctantly. Harry spoke first.

"Ron, I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I didn't find out until a couple of days ago..."

"Is that what you were so quite about? Was it the letter from Sirius?"

"Yes" Harry sat tensely in his chair as if he was waiting for something. He looked at Hermione pointedly, and she cowered under his green gaze. "It was in Spanish. I couldn't read it." was all she said. Harry's eyes flickered, and Ron spoke up.

"You read it?" Hermione nodded silently. Ron knew that Harry must have caught her trying to read it, but he didn't seem upset, though he didn't seem happy either. The tension in the air was tangible. Regala fidgeted nervously then she sat up straight in her chair.

"I lived in Madrid with Sirius' familia after our parents died. They gave me the name of my birthright when I was seven. I was raised to believe that I was of no use to the world of mi ancestors, so I was not taught to read." She paused, as if to catch her breath. The air stiffened, and Ron could feel his brothers crowding around. Her accent was thick, but Ron had no problem listening. She continued, "Mi familia, estuvieron mi familia nunca. They treated me nicely, pero they were not as loving as other familias. I saw 'Arry again when I came to England. 'E told me of you all in his letters. 'E told me of the war too. Pero, I do already know of it. "

"But," Ginny exclaimed unable to contain herself. "How did you read the letters?"

"Sirius 'elped me. 'E is teaching me to read Spanish and English."

"So you can't read street signs?" Ginny asked.

"No..." Regala looked pleadingly at Harry. Harry caught the glance, and stood up. "Alright that's enough questioning for today." he said as he stepped over to Ron. "Care to take a dip?" Ron nodded, and then said, "Sure!" He stood, and the rest followed, but Regala stayed behind.

"Aren't you coming?" Ron asked nodding to the pool.

"No," She smiled at Ron, and Ron returned the smile. She had Harry's eyes.

Okay, no she isn't a robot and no she isn't a ghost. Regala literally means "it gives" in Spanish and that is it for clues. I hope you like so far. Please review!