Gryffindor house. House of the brave and intelligent. House of those with courage. House of him. Only he still didn't know. I knew that the moment I entered their house they would not like me, mainly because I had been friendly with Malfoy, who was their mutual enemy. I entered into their common room, wary and nervous, unsure of their opinions of me. My theory was correct however, and they did not want anything to do with me. I went and unpacked my things, and sat on my large bed, feeling utterly sorry for myself, and missing being in Slytherin, when I heard someone entering. I didn't bother to look at them, so convinced was I that they would want nothing to do with me.

I looked up when I felt someone touch my shoulder, and saw before me a tall girl, with long flowing hair. A smile played across her face, and her eyes flashed animatedly. "Hey," she said.

I sniffed, not realising that I had actually been crying, "Hi."

"My name's Kerkera."

"Kara."

"Pleased to meet you." She smiled, "Hang on, aren't you the one that's been going through all the houses, like ALL of the houses."

"Yes," my eyes flashed, "is that a bad thing?"

"No, I just wondered, I mean, it would be pretty cool to meet everyone like that, don't you think. Come, I'll introduce you to everyone!"

I followed her out of the dorm and into the common room, where she walked over to another girl, whom I recognised as being in our year. "This is Ginny, Ginny Weasely. Ginny, this is Kara, Kara, um, sorry, what was your last name?"

"Potter."

And the common room went silent. No one made a sound, and everyone just stared. Now he knew. Now most people would know. They were all intrigued now. And then he spoke, "What did you say?"

I cleared my throat, nervously, "I said, my surname is Potter."

"How do you spell that?"

"P-O-T-T-E-R."

He looked pale, but at that moment one of the kids from the year below me came running into the common room, saying that Dumbledore wanted to see Harry and Kara Potter, at once. We climbed out of the common room door together, and hurried to Dumbledore's office, Harry rather leading the way as I was still getting used to my surroundings. When we reached the door, Harry seemed to already know the password, and we quickly climbed onto the moving staircase that carried us up to the Headmaster's office. We knocked on the door, and entered when instructed.

Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, smiling slightly. Also in the room were Snape, Lupin and Professor McGonnagall. "Ah, take a seat," Dumbledore spoke warmly as he magicked up two chairs. Harry and I seated ourselves, and Dumbledore began to speak.

By the time he had finished, Harry was looking angry, and I was in tears. He had finished with one of the worst lines, "Harry, this is your sister."

"NO WAY! THERE IS NO WAY SHE COULD BE MY SISTER."

"Harry, we've already explained it all to you,"

"BUT IT'S NOT TRUE. ITS NOT FAIR," and he gasped, as if he hadn't meant to say that.

At last, I spoke, "You're right. It's not fair. It's not fair that you had to grow up with people you hated, its not fair that you never knew the truth. But its life, and if it hadn't not been fair, then it might have never ended up like this, might it?"

He looked ashamed.

Dumbledore was smiling.

I continued, "Can you not forget about it all not being fair, and live for the now, and maybe then it might become fair? It won't be fair if you walk away from what could potentially be a big change in your life. You have the chance to extend your family. If I were you, I' take it. Or we both lose out."

He looked at me, "Are you sure its true?"

Dumbledore answered, "Positive. Now then, it is getting late, and I believe it is getting towards dinner time, so if you two run along, and find your friends. Actually, Harry, you go on, Kara, I'd like a word."

Harry and the other teachers left the room, Snape looking awfully grumpy. Dumbledore waited until they had before speaking, "And how are you finding Hogwarts so far, Miss Potter?"

"It is brilliant, sir."

"Have you decided on a house, yet?"

"No, professor. I have not yet had the chance to explore Gryffindor properly. But I am still not sure."

"You have a week to make your decision."

"Yes, professor."

"Now, run along, and join your house. Supper is about to start."

I rushed along the corridors back to Gryffindor common room, and climbed through the portrait hole. This time I yet again received a warm greeting, and Kerkera came rushing up to me, "Harry told us."

"He told everyone?"

"No, only me, the Weasely's and Hermione Granger."

"Oh, ok. I hope he doesn't tell anyone else."

"I don't think he wants to. But isn't it so cool?"

"It is?"

"YES!"

"Oh, um why?"

"BECAUSE!"

"Because what!"

"Actually, I don't know."

"Heh."

"Anyway, we like, need to do our homework. I think we have all the same lessons."

"Yeah."

I liked her, she was so friendly, and actually quite accepting.

We walked down to the dinning hall together, Kerkera, Ginny, Harry, Ron and I, and as they went on ahead of me, I was accosted by Draco.

"So, are they all as scummy as they look?" he asked.

"Hm, not too sure. Any case, how you doing?"

"Not too bad. Yourself?"

"Ok. Well, I'll see you around."

"Um, ok. Sure. Bye." He looked at me, as I walked away, stunned that I had snubbed him so subtly.

I took my place between Kerkera and Ginny, and began to help myself to some vegetables, being a vegetarian. Ron looked at my plate in shock, "aren'tyougoingtohaveanymeat?" he spoke with his mouth full.

I looked at him blankly, whilst Hermione translated.

"He said, aren't you going to have any meat?"

"Vegetarian."

"Oh, ok. Cool."

"What's a vegetarian? Ron asked.

His older twin brothers sat down next to us, "It means she doesn't eat meat, ignoramus," said one of them as he slapped him round the head. "George," he held his hand out to me, and I took it, "Harry here told us all about you."

"Oh, um. Ok." I was embarrassed.

"Oh, and I'm Fred," spoke the other one.

"Hi."

Dinner passed quickly, and Ron still couldn't seem to get over how little I ate. We returned to the common room, and whilst the others did their homework, I sat and read a book. It was written in sloping handwriting, and I was soon deeply engrossed in it.

I didn't notice the Common Room emptying, until it was only Harry and I left in it. He came and sat by the fire, near to me, and was sitting there, sighing occasionally, until it began to bug me.

"Quits sighing."

"What? Oh. Um, sorry. Long day."

"Emotional day."

"Yeah. Still don't understand it all."

"What isn't there to understand?"

"That you're my sister, per chance?"