Harry sits in Dumbledore's office, confused. Snape had told him that he was needed immediately but when he arrived there was no one present and there still wasn't. He lets out a groan. "Snape is going to kill me. He will never let me make the Potion up that we were working on." He places his head in his hands and sighs.
"It's Professor Snape, Harry" Dumbledore says as he enters. A small black haired child trails behind the elderly Headmaster. She didn't look older than 3 or 4 years old. Professor Dumbledore heads behind his desk where he sits. He then motions for the child to stand in front of his desk and beside Harry. "Professor Snape will let you make the potion up because he has been informed of the situation."
Harry blinks at the small girl then looks back to Dumbledore. "With all do respect...what is this about? Informed of what situation?" Harry frowns. Even though he was seventeen years old and this was his last year at Hogwarts the Professors still treated him like a child that needed to be protected from the truth. The only way he received the truth was from constant nagging.
Dumbledore regards the black haired young man for a moment before continuing. He motions to the small girl. "She is the situation Harry. I will tell you everything I know but I must ask that you don't interrupt me. I received a very surprising owl yesterday. It was from someone that we have thought dead for over sixteen years. Now the owl was carrying a message from this certain person. It stated that a young girl would be arriving at Hogsmeade and would need someone to accompany her to Hogwarts where she will be placed into the custody of her brother" He stares intently at Harry.
Harry blinks and frowns. "So you want me to find her brother. How convenient of you to think I didn't have anything better to do. Now if you will excuse me..I have Potions to attend" He begins to stand.
"You will stay where you are, Harry. I do not wish you help me found her brother because I already know who he is. Harry I want you to meet Emma Jade Potter." Again the elder man motions to the small child who was staring at Harry with curious eyes.
Harry stops his slow rise and sits back down. "Emma Jade Potter? I didn't know any other Potters existed." His voice is void of all emotion. He eyes the small child with distaste.
Dumbledore folds his hands in front of him on the desk. "Neither did I. You were reported as the last of the Potter line. But young Emma here says other wise. I have already taken care of the paper work and your now her legal guardian."
Harry stops eyeing the little girl and stares at the Headmaster like he had just grown three heads. "Wait a minute! Your saying that I'm her brother. Both of my parents were killed when I was a little over a year old so she can't be my sister" His voice holds a strong sense of disbelief.
Emma slowly inches her way over the boy. "You look like my mommy. Your eyes are da same." She says quietly.
Harry's gaze again snaps to the small girl. A sneer forms on his usually happy face. "I don't know what your playing at sir. But I have no sister." He again stands and strides to the door only to find it being forcibly being held shut.
The Headmaster sighs. "The owl was from you mother. Apparently she and your father are alive and well. They have been living in America for the past sixteen years. But something came up that made them flee again. That's why she placed Emma into your care."
Harry frowns. "Your telling me that my parents purposely left me to suffer with my horrible muggle relatives that got their just end, might I add." He can't help the happy feeling that fills his soul when he thinks about the death of the entire Dursley family. They had it coming but he wished it had been him yelling the killing curse not one of Voldemort's deatheaters.
"She is your responsibility now and I expect you to care for her. You're her brother and I hope you will act like one." Dumbledore's voice held no room for argument.
Emma was near tears. She could understand what the adults were arguing about and it was her. The black haired boy that had looked like her mommy was the brother that she was so eager to meet. Her parents had told her about him since she was a baby and now he was standing there rejecting her. "Mommy and daddy talked about you a lot."
Harry glares at the small black haired child. "Oh really. My parents leave me only to have another child whom they actually loved. That's real nice." He spits out. "Was I not good enough for them? Or was it the fact that I've been carrying the whole wizarding world on my back since I was 11?"
Dumbledore rises to his feet. "That will be enough of that Harry. Twenty points from Gryffindor for your lack of compassion. She knows nothing of your troubles so don't take them out on her. I will not defend your parents for I do not know the reason that they chose to have you think them dead. But I will defend the innocent child standing in this room. You're a school prefect, Harry. I would of expected adult behavior from you."
Harry glares at the Headmaster. "I'm only bloody prefect because Ron is dead. How many more people will die before you feel guilty? Or don't you feel remorse for sending mere children to their deaths?" Harry couldn't help the anger that was welling up inside. Ever since his 5th year his temper has been short and uncontrollable at times. People usually steered clear of him not wanting to feel his wraith. But his temper had been especially dangerous since Ron was found murdered by several of the Order members and it was from them that Harry learned of the suicide mission that Dumbledore had sent his red headed best friend on. The mission that he never returned from, alive.
Dumbledore slowly sits back down and is silent for a moment before speaking. "Mr. Weasley asked for the mission and I could not stop him from going. It was his decision but I regret that we were not more careful. This is not about Ron, Harry. This is about Emma. She needs you believe it or not."
Harry's glare seems to grow colder. "Sir." He grits out between clenched teeth. "I have a life that does not involve a child. I have not only my prefect duties but I have Quidditch practices to arrange. I have D.A. meetings to plan not to mention all my regular school work. There is absolutely no room in my schedule for her" He points a finger at the little girl.
Professor Dumbledore sighs. "Harry you've got to understand. You're her brother and just as your Aunt's blood protects you from impending threats, your blood will protect her. Your not the only one in danger. Once people realize that Emma is your sister...I can only expect the worse."
Harry leans against the unopening door and sighs. He eyes the small black haired child. She looked only slightly like him. Her eyes were a lighter green and her hair was silky black and straight. It wasn't unmanageable like his. Then something clicks within his mind. There was no way in Merlin that the little girl was the daughter of James Potter. She didn't have any of his characteristics like Harry did. He tears his eyes away from the girl and looks at Dumbledore. "Who is her father?"