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Harry looked at Rose, his eyes wide and curious.

"How? I mean no I'm sorry, Rose but that's impossible. You can't, can you?" Harry stuttered, utterly confused.

Rose's eyes started to water but she tried her bestto stay strong.

"I don't know the whole story,Harry. But I've been having dreams, and I think they are memories. I told you I can't remember anything before I was eight. When I returned from HogwartsI started having these horrible dreams and..." Rose trailed off, the thought seemingly impossible as it crawled around in her head.

Harry looked at the soon to be second year, the girl claiming to be his sister. "Could this be possible? Was this why Ginny wanted him also to talk to his father?" thought Harry.

"Wha...what were these dreams about?" Harry asked.

"Lots of things. But there was this woman who had red hair like mine and green eyes like yours and there was a death eater yelling at her, calling her a mudblood. And then he can after me and the woman started cursing at him and told me to run so... I ran. She had to be my mother, your mother Lily." Rose told Harry, begging him to believe her.

"Can I have a strand of your hair?" he asked Rose.

Rose pulled out a strand of her red hair and handed it to Harry who pulled out a strand of his black hair and tapped them both with his wand.

"If they turn white, then it's true.You are my sister and my father has a lot of explaining to do..." Harry said, still not sure how to treat this situation.

Both Rose and Harry sat anxiously, waiting to see the results.

Slowly the black hair and red hair's color started to fade, fade to a milky satin-shining white.

Harry looked at Rose. "You're my sister." he said,the prospect finallybecoming a fact, the fraternity spell was full-proof.

Rose nodded, for the first time that she could remember it seemed as if she would have family.For once,it would no longer be Rose against the world, but Harry and all the people he was surrounded by along with her.

Harry put his arms around Rose as tears started to fall from her eyes.

"We'll figure this out. Why don't you crawl into my bed and sleep in here tonight? I need to get a glass of water. But we will talk in the morning."Harry let go ofRose and stared into hereyes, trying the best he could to drive his point home."Rose,I'll be here for you. You're a Potter and my sister." He said.

Rose nodded back, a feeling rising in her stomach that she had never experienced before. It was almost like a light growing in her, a rising flame. It was a feeling of happiness, contentment...hope.

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"You want me to what?" Luna said for what felt like the hundreth time, she could not believe what Ginny was telling her.

"Luna I can't explain. I need you to trust me. I can't tell Harry because he'll want to know how I found out." She thought for a second, making sure the request she was about to make would beright."If you want,you can tell him. You can tell him you saw it in a vision or something...Please Luna!" Ginny begged.

Ravenclaw's heir sighed. "Fine. But you'd better be right,Ginny or I swear I am never speaking to you again!"

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KNOCK! KNOCK!

James Potter heard on his door as he was about to fall asleep.

"Who's there?" James shouted,a yawn escaping from his mouth.

"James its me!" shouted his son Harry.

"Come in!" yelled the older man as he sat up in his bed,excitedly awaiting the entrance of his dear son.

The door opened and Harry walked into the room, a serious expresionpainted acrosshis face.

"We need to talk." Harry said, exasperated.

James nodded and motioned for Harry to take a seat. "What do you want to talk about?" he asked.

"About mum," replied Harry "and about the night you where taken."

James gulped. He knew what he was going to have to tell Harry and he had hoped this day would never come. He really wished he had a bottle of fire whiskey.

"Where to start," muttered James.

"The beginning." said Harry. He didn't want to wait for explanations or excuses, he wanted the plain and simple truth and Harry could tell James noticed this from his visage.

James nodded and with a heavy heart he began the story that he hold only told Sirius weeks ago.

"That night, the night this whole thing began, I was knocked out by Voldemort. Idon't really remember much from inside the house. I woke up hours later in a cold damp cell next to your mother, Lily. She was crying and told me..." James started to trail off.

"She told me that you where dead. That Voldemort had killed you but something happened and him trying to kill you weakened him. I wasso distraught after that. For the next year and a half I guess death eater after death eater would come in and torture either your mother or me and make the other watch. I don't recall much, all I can still feel is the sting of the pain. They were trying to find out what you did to Voldemort but we did not know, even if we did there was no way either of us would tell." said the older man, looking at his son trying to see what he was feeling. Harry's face had turned from determined strife to nothing but a stoic visage.

"After another couple of months the death eaters found something out. They found out you,my son, are the heir of Gryffindor. They believed that I too was the heir and that if your mother and I had another child it would be a heir. But as you know I am not the heir. They moved your mother and I to a more decent room and told us in the next year we had to produce a child or one of them would force their own child onto your mother."

Harry was trying to keephis expresionless face, but his attempts were withering.Out of everything he was expecting to hear tonight, this was the last thing.

"Your mother and I came to the hardest decision of our lives. We choose not to have the child.The only reason they wanted it was to turn it dark, to make the child like them. Neither your mother or I would let that happen... But I never expected that they would." James stopped suddenly.

"Dad," Harry said for the first time in a whisper "you don't need to continue."

James shook his head, he need to tell Harry the rest.

"When the end of the year came a doctor checked your mother over and told the death eaters she was no pregnat. The head death eater of the time was really angery and he did something that I, Harry what I am about to tell you is something horrible that please all I can ask is for your forgiveness." James said looking to Harry for a signal to go on, Harry gave it.

"The death eater ordered your mother to be tied to the bed. I tried to fight them but it was no use, therewere toomany... After your mother was, was tied down the death eater looked at me evily, raised his wand and cast the impurious curse on me. Harry, I swear I tried to fight it but I was weak and... and I just could not stop what they made me do." James said sadly.

Harry had a very bad feeling he knew what was coming next.

"They made me rape your mother. I'll never forget that look in her eye, the same eyes as yours, the look of pain and betrayal. I remember her screaming at me, at them but there was nothing either of us could do. A few days later, they had a doctor check her over and said she was pregnant. The curse was taken off of me and Lily was untied. I tried to comfort her but she practically ran from me. The next day I was taken away and shipped to where you found me. I never knew what happened after that. I never knew if she had the baby... if she lived after that. For all I know you have a brother or sister who is a death eater." James finished, tears in his hazel eyes.

Harry looked at his father, at a loss for words. Silence filled the space between them for a while, untill Harry decided he had to divulge the truth.

"You had a daughter," Harry started, carefully."A daughter with red hair and hazel eyes and...Dad, her name is Rose and she is sleeping in my bed right as we speak." Harry told James revealing Rose's true idenity. James said nothing in reply. He stared at his son, still as a vegtable, his expressionless face seemingly resembling that of a wax figure.

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