A/N: Anyone guessed yet? Enjoy.

The Truth and Peculiar Feelings

Harry lay awake in his bed thinking over his encounter with Jasmine in the Owlery. He felt very confused. He had this powerful feeling for her, like lust, but not. Harry was completely filled with guilt, he seemed to have this connection and love for Jasmine that did not exist with Ginny. Ginny was his girlfriend, and he had only known Jasmine less than a fortnight.

Harry was sure that he didn't want to kiss Jasmine or anything like that, but at the same time he couldn't say that he did not love her.

It was a long time before Harry managed to drift off into the world of dreams, even then he wasn't comfortable. His dreams were full of Jasmine and Ginny, Ginny yelling at him and Jasmine hugging him tightly.

When Harry awoke he glanced around the dormitory and noticed it was deserted. Normally the boys would awake one another to make sure no one was late for class. Harry was extremely puzzled about the lack of sixth year boys for a moment, and then it dawned on him. It was Saturday!

Harry dressed and went to the common room. It was empty apart from Ginny who was sat at a desk poring over books and holding a quill in her hand. Harry watched as Ginny began copying notes from the books that were lying open in front of her, she was so beautiful and he felt his love for the red head surround him.

"Hey Ginny," he said quietly.

Ginny jumped and turned to see Harry, "You frightened me! I thought everyone was in Hogsmeade."

"Not everyone, first and second years can't go."

"You know what I mean!"

Harry smirked and walked over to Ginny, "You want to come with me to Hogsmeade?""

"I'd love to, but I really must finish this homework. It's going to take me all weekend. I'm sorry."

Harry tried to hide his disappointment as he said a quick and emotionless goodbye to Ginny before leaving the Tower.

Ginny sighed and looked up at of the window at the perfect blue sky. Looking down, she dipped her quill in the ink and began to write once more.

Harry met up with Ron, Hermione and Jasmine in Honeydukes. Ron had decided to give Jasmine a guided tour of Hogsmeade, visiting all the best shops and his favourite places, so it wasn't surprising the tour had started in the popular sweetshop.

Honeydukes was packed with Hogwarts students admiring and testing the bizarre sweets. Harry chose some chocolate frogs and some sugar quills, while Ron had all his favourites. Jasmine looked a bit overwhelmed at the sweetshop and opted for the same sweets as Harry, trusting his choice.

As the four teenagers left the sweetshop Harry noticed a group of men in dark masks and cloaks hiding in the shadows. They looked highly suspicious, yet familiar, and Harry wracked his brain to try and remember where he'd seen them before. It glanced at them again and he suddenly knew. They were some of the Death Eaters from Voldemort's rebirth, in his fourth year.

Harry whispered to Hermione and Ron, "You see those men over there?" nodding his head in the Death Eaters direction, "They are Death Eaters. We have got to tell Dumbledore immediately!"

Hermione looked panicky and Ron had a dazed and unbelieving look on his face, "They can't be. You Kno…Voldemort is dead!"

Jasmine looked at the three sixth formers whispering to one another and felt very left out. She decided to leave them to it, and go and explore by herself, maybe find some fifth years. Jasmine began walking over to the post office, intending to catch a glimpse of all the owls inside. Hermione had told her it was a fascinating place, and despite Ron and Harry shaking their heads in disbelief, she wanted to visit it.

As she approached the door she heard hushed voices, they were menacing and were coming closer. She looked over her shoulder, and found herself staring into an expressionless masked face. There were five or six more behind as well.

"Hello poppet," sniggered one of the masked men, "Fancy accompanying us on a short walk?"

Jasmine fought not to scream, or show any sign of fear. She took a deep breath and hoped her voice sounded calm and collected, "No thank you. I am meeting my friends."

"Ahh, yes, you're friends. They wouldn't happen to be the golden trio, would they?"

"Golden trio? No," whispered Jasmine, with absolutely no idea what they meant.

"Tough my dear, you are coming with us nonetheless. Seize her boys."

Three large masked men grabbed Jasmine and held their wands at her, "One move or sound and your dead!"

Jasmine whimpered with terror. Without even considering what the Death Eaters had said about making a noise, she screamed, "HELP! PLEASE HELP ME!"

The small and normally quiet village quickly became alert and noisy. The Death Eaters promptly stunned Jasmine so she fell stiffly to the ground, before turning to face the oncoming villagers.

Harry heard Jasmine's scream and recognised it immediately, he left Hermione and Ron and ran over to the Death Eaters.

"Harry!" yelled Hermione, "Don't be ridiculous! They'll kill you!"

Harry did not acknowledge he had even heard the brown haired girl; he had one thing on his mind- help Jasmine!

"Ahh, Mr Potter, we were hoping to bump into you," sneered the leading Death Eater.

"What do you want?" said Harry calmly, holding out his wand.

"Is it not obvious? We want you Potter, and your sister! We want revenge! You killed our Lord."

Harry gasped, "My sister? I have no sister."

The Death Eaters laughed, "Of course you do, young Jasmine here."

"Liar!" cried Harry. More laughter sounded from the Death Eaters.

Then Harry saw Jasmine lying motionless on the ground, stunned. He saw her in a new light, and he kicked himself for not noticing it before. Jasmine looked identical to him, he felt a strong bond with her, and she was like him in almost every way. Of course she was his sister! Anger spurred through Harry, he had never felt so angry.

He began cursing the Death Eaters, his curses were powerful and the Death Eaters had difficulty avoiding them. In less than half a minute Harry had all seven Death Eaters lying on the dusty floor, unconscious.

Harry stood back and looked around him, his fellow Hogwarts students and villagers were staring at him awestruck. None had seen the Great Harry Potter in action before, and were shocked by what they had seen. They had all believed that his defeat of Voldemort early that year was more luck than anything else. None of them had any idea of the power young Harry Potter possessed.

Hermione and Ron ran over to Harry and tried to embrace him. Harry shrugged them off and lent over Jasmine's still body. He placed his wand back in his pocket and muttered under his breath, "Enervate."

Whispers around him grew, "He just used wandless magic!" exclaimed an elderly witch, "no-one but Dumbledore can do that, and even then Dumbledore has very limited abilities".

Harry ignored them all and watched as Jasmine's eyelids fluttered open.

"Hey sis," he murmured.

"Pardon," asked Jasmine quietly.

"You're my sister, I didn't know until a minute ago though. I can't believe Dumbledore never told me," said Harry angrily, clenching his fists.

Jasmine sat up bewildered and noticed the audience around her. "Harry what are you on about? What happened?" then she caught sight of all the unconscious Death Eaters, "Did you? How?"

Harry gave no answer; he swept Jasmine into his arms and held her tightly. Jasmine relaxed into his embrace relieved to be free of the dreadful Death Eaters. She had no idea what had happened or what Harry meant by calling her his sister. Jasmine found she never wanted to let Harry go, she felt so safe.

Behind the brother and sister stood Professor Dumbledore, "Harry?" he said gently.

Harry looked at him, his eyes full of unshed tears.

"I'm sorry Harry, I should have told you. Will you and Miss Hill accompany me to my office? I'll explain everything," said the Professor in a hushed voice.

Harry simply nodded, released his grip around Jasmine and helped her up. He did not look around; he held Jasmine's hand firmly and followed Dumbledore.

Dumbledore stood behind his desk in his office, stroking Fawkes, his phoenix. Jasmine and Harry were sat in two comfortable armchairs in front of him. Harry's eyes were shining with emotion, their vivid emerald boring into Dumbledore soul. The eyes were full of hurt, anger and disappointment and cut Dumbledore like a butchering knife. Dumbledore had always done his best to try and protect Harry and give him a normal life, but he knew it was no longer possible, Harry had experienced too much to ever have a normal life and no matter how hard Dumbledore tried he would not always be able to keep the teenager safe.

"Harry?" he said softly, "I should have told you."

Harry remained silent and his face became like a mask, completely expressionless. His skin was deathly white and his lips extremely pale, his eyes stood out against the white and gave Harry a very spectral look.

"Harry? I'm so sorry," began Dumbledore, he could feel his eyes watering. Dumbledore's face soon became sodden with tears as he cried openly.

Harry looked at Dumbledore in shock, the wizard before him suddenly looked ancient and weak. It was a dreadful moment for Harry, seeing Dumbledore break down. He suddenly realised that Dumbledore was not as great as he was and that he too makes mistakes. Dumbledore's grief saddened Harry, it sank into him how much Dumbledore loved and cared for him, despite Harry yelling at him and even destroying his office.

"Professor. Please explain," said Harry quietly, fighting to keep his voice calm.

Dumbledore wiped his eyes and looked at the two teenagers before him. "Harry, I should have told you this last year when I told you about the prophecy, however I did not and must face the consequences."

Jasmine glanced at Harry at the mention of a prophecy but Harry did not see her. His attention was fully on the professor standing before him.

"Harry, the night which your parents died, and you survived Tom's curse, Jasmine did not die because she was still in an incubator at St. Mungos."

"Why wasn't I told? Why wasn't she taken to the Dursleys?" burst out Harry angrily, his pent up emotion exploding from him.

"Because Harry she was too ill. Jasmine was born premature and very few people even knew Lily had given birth or was even pregnant for a second time."

"Why?"

"Your parents knew that Tom was after them and thought it would be best if they kept Jasmine a secret. She was conceived in October, two months after your birth. Jasmine was born on April 2nd, two months premature and fighting for her life.

"She was not well enough to leave hospital until a month and a half after the death of your parents. I did not take her to the Dursleys as I believed she'd do better if she was brought up by a muggle in a foreign country. Jasmine would be a powerful witch who I knew must remain hidden from Tom Riddle. I knew Tom would return and until he was properly gone Jasmine must be kept safe and lose the name Potter."

The room was eerily silent as each person tried to take in the news they had just heard. The silence was broken as Harry's dam broke down and tears flowed in streams down his cheeks. Dumbledore's heart cracked as he sat watching Harry trying to come to terms with everything. Harry had been through so much and had come to believe that since Voldemort died he could be normal and above all- happy.

Unable to fight the urge any longer, Dumbledore moved swiftly over to Harry and threw his arms around Harry and hugged him. Harry sobbed onto his shoulder, "Why me Professor? Why me?"

Jasmine stood awkwardly beside the two of them, her mind was reeling with all the information that it had just received. She was Harry Potter's sister! Jasmine felt very sorry for Harry, he had been through so much and she hadn't been there for him. She had been a terrible sister.

Harry gradually withdrew himself from the headmaster and sniffed, "Goodnight Professor." Harry walked out the office and began walking to his dormitory.

"Harry?" asked Professor Dumbledore as he watched the retreating back of the young wizard. He sighed heavily as he turned to Jasmine, "Is there anything else you would like to know? Or anything I can do for you?"

Jasmine shook her head slowly and excused herself, leaving the headmaster to brood on his own thoughts.

Harry entered the Gryffindor common room and completely ignored the inhabitants of the Tower. Harry went straight to the stairs leading to his dormitory and made his way up. The Gryffindors who had been silent as Harry walked passed began to talk. Each conversation had the same thing in common- they all focused on Harry Potter. The students had been awestruck by the outstanding power Harry had demonstrated, none of them had seen him when he was using his true power so his outburst in Hogsmeade had given them quite a shock.

Ron was in the dormitory when Harry burst in; he was sat on his bed reading a book on the Chudley Cannons.

"Hey mate. You okay?" asked Ron cheerily.

Harry gave no answer.

"Harry?"

"Shut up!"

"That was uncalled for Harry."

"Go away and shut up. I don't want to talk to you," shouted Harry.

Ron, surprised by Harry's attitude, gave him a cold glare followed by a look of concern. Ron stood up and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Harry groaned and threw himself onto his bed, wondering why life had to be so difficult.

Jasmine, shocked by the news of her brother, headed to the library for some quiet thinking. She sat in the corner watching the other students come and go. She couldn't help but think how lucky they were not to be plagued with worries and peculiar feelings.

Ron, having left the Gryffindor Tower soon after leaving Harry in his dormitory, entered the library. He glanced around and caught sight of the dishevelled Jasmine in one corner. He wandered over slowly and gave her an encouraging smile,

"Hey Jas, what's up?"

Jasmine sniffed and looked up at Ron. Her eyes locked with his and she immediately felt extremely relaxed. She smiled weakly at him and said, "Dumbledore just told me something which means my whole life has been one great fat lie!"

Ron, unsure what to say, put his arm around the younger girl's shaking shoulders and she leant against him.

"Ron," she whispered, "I'm Harry's sister!"

"You're WHAT?" exclaimed Ron loudly, "You've got to be kidding me?"

The library went quiet as the students all stopped talking in order to listen to the conversation being had in the corner.

"Shhh. Don't tell anyone. I'm not sure whether Harry wants people to know just yet," said Jasmine in a hushed voice.

Ron looked around as the students in the library gradually got on with their work. His head was reeling.

"Jasmine, what happened with the Death Eaters in Hogsmeade?" asked Ron quietly.

Jasmine looked at him in surprise, "Didn't Harry tell you? I expected him to."

Ron's face clouded over as he admitted to Jasmine, "Harry doesn't tell me much anymore. He's drifting away and I'm afraid that one day we won't be able to retrieve the old Harry from behind his closed doors. He won't talk or anything. Harry's so cold, his mask conceals all his emotions and it's very hard to break and it is getting harder each time. Harry is determined not to let his mask slip; Hermione and I are worried about him. Only Ginny seems to be able to shatter his mask quickly. He's been alright this week but when I saw him last, just before coming here, his mask was firmly fixed in place again and he was beyond my reach. He would not listen, so I came in search of you."

Jasmine watched sadly as the boy in front of her opened his heart and poured out his worry. A tear threatened to trickle down Ron's face and Jasmine put her arms around him, pulling him into a firm hug.

"I'll help you Ron, we won't let Harry go!" she whispered fiercely in the red head's ear.

"Thanks," Ron said weakly.

Jasmine smiled gently and began to explain what happened with the Death Eaters, but when she came to the part in which she had blacked out, she found she could not continue as she had no clue to what had happened.

"What happened next? Do you know?" asked Jasmine.

Ron nodded, "The Death Eaters said something to Harry which we couldn't hear. The next thing we knew Harry had knocked out all seven Death Eaters in less than 30 seconds. I could feel the power radiating from his body, it was frightening!"

Jasmine could not believe the power her brother had; he had dealt with seven Death Eaters in less than half a minute!

"Harry then ran to your unconscious body," continued Ron, " and revived you. He didn't use a wand though. He did wandless magic! I didn't even know he could. I mean only Dumbledore is capable of wandless magic, but he can't do very much. Harry did it with no effort, and when I've seen Dumbledore to it, you can see the concentration on his face."

Neither said anything for awhile, Jasmine was breath-taken and Ron was thinking over everything in his mind. The silence was not uncomfortable but it wasn't welcoming either. The air temperature seemed to have dropped several degrees and Jasmine shivered.

There was only one student in Hogwarts which hadn't heard what had happened. That student was Ginny Weasley, as she had not been at Hogsmeade and since the return of those at Hogsmeade she had been in the Owlery.

As she made her way to the Great Hall for dinner she detected a very strange atmosphere. She entered the Great Hall to find almost silence; there were a few low whispers but no laughing or shouting, which was usually present at mealtimes.

A few Gryffindors acknowledged her presence at the house table but mostly she was ignored. Ginny looked around for Harry, Hermione, Ron and Jasmine, but failed to spot them. Ginny was extremely puzzled; she had obviously missed something of great importance.

She sighed and began tucking into a plate of chicken casserole. She was about to help herself to seconds when a fourth year beside her asked, "You seen Harry recently? 'Cos there's a rumour he's at the ministry receiving an Order of Merlin First Class."

"No. Don't be ridiculous why would Harry receive one of those?"

"Have you not heard?" inquired a seventh year sitting opposite her.

"Could someone please tell me what is going on? What has happened?" asked Ginny, highly frustrated.

The Gryffindors sat around Ginny began telling her what had happened with the Death Eaters in Hogsmeade. By the end of the story Ginny's mouth was wide open. She muttered a quick thank you to her fellow housemates before running from the Hall, in search of a certain Mr Potter.

Two days later, Harry was still in his dormitory. He was sitting on the window sill gazing out at the school grounds. His mind was full of thoughts and emotion but neither were detectable on his face. Harry's face was eerily pale and blank, causing his eyes to stand out. His emerald eyes showed no hint of emotion, they were dull and lifeless. He had refused to talk to anyone, many had tried and failed to get him to converse.

Ginny burst into the room and instantly saw her boyfriend by the window.

She padded over to him and stood beside him, unsure what to say.

"Harry?" she whispered, "Harry?"

Harry gave no sign that he knew she was there. He had no time for her, his problems were more demanding and important. He wished she would just go away and leave him.

Ginny had no intention whatsoever of leaving, she would stay until he talked, even if it took all night, week, year or longer. Over the last few days she had failed to get him to talk so she asked around and thanks to Jasmine she now knew some of Harry's problem. She stood silently and watched Harry, longing for him to open up and explain.

After forty five minutes, when Harry still had not spoken, Ginny decided to try again. "Harry? Talk to me! Please!"

Her plea was met by stony silence. "Harry, I will try and help, but I can't unless you tell me what is wrong! You knocked out seven Death Eaters, big deal, that wouldn't bother you, so what is it really? The Jasmine issue?"

Harry whipped his head around to face her. His expression frightened Ginny; it was so cold that it chilled her blood. "Harry?" she stuttered.

"Ginny," he began, "You will not be able to help. You can't help me anymore. I think it's best we don't see each other anymore, it's over Ginevra."

Ginny let out a sob that splintered Harry's heart. He knew that they could no longer be together and it was for the best. Ginny's beautiful, soft, brown eyes filled with tears and disappointment.

"Harry! You don't mean that! You CAN'T!" screamed Ginny, "Harry I know you're afraid and I know your care for me. Don't do this, I need you, and you need me. We can help each other, I know it."

"You know nothing!" hissed Harry, "No one can help. Just GO."

The small red head whimpered like a wounded animal and recoiled as if she had just been shot. Ginny was terrified; she had never seen Harry like this before.

Harry waved his hand and the dormitory door swung open, "Leave," he snarled.

"How did you do that? Where's your wand?" Ginny sobbed.

"I don't need it. It's over between us Ginevra. Leave," Harry snarled.

Ginny could not believe what was happening. Harry had used her full name and it hurt, it hurt so badly she felt she was about to faint from the pain. She managed to make her way to the door. She turned and saw Harry was no longer looking at her. He really didn't care. She shuffled out of the room and the door snapped shut behind her. Ginny collapsed outside the oak door and wept. Her heart was cracking and misery crept over her.

A/N: oooo...I'm evil! Review!