The Letter

This chapter contains the letter and a description of both prophecies made by Trelawney, the one concerning Peter sounds corny but I'm working on it, James and Lily never heard of the one concerning Peter, nobody did, but there will be a record of it in the Department of Mysteries.

Enjoy!

Surrey, England.

Harry James Potter lay on his bed staring at his ceiling, it was night and he listened to the wind breeze through his window and the hooting of owls in the nearby forest. He had been home for two weeks and already had no news from the wizarding world. You see Harry's Godfather Sirius Black had died two weeks before in an accident at the Ministry of Magic.

Harry turned his head to his bedside table and looked to his photographs that moved. There were ones of his friends, Ron and Hermione and Ron's family. Sirius and Remus and of course his parents. At that moment his snowy owl Hedwig swooped in through the window to her perch.

Harry got up and decided to go downstairs for a drink of water, he hardly ate or slept. The house was quiet; the Dursleys had gone away for a few weeks on holiday, leaving Harry on his own. Harry didn't mind, not that he had felt like venturing out of the house, he knew the house was being watched by the Order members and had been checked up on by Mrs Figg most of the time. Instead Harry had spent his time doing odd jobs around the house, keeping himself busy and trying not to think of Sirius.

As he made his way back upstairs he paused and looked up at the attic opening. Maybe to cure his boredom he could find something to do while upstairs. He grabbed the ladders from the small closet and pulled the hatch to the attic door, he pulled a torch out from his pocket and illuminated it over the belongings in the attic. As he walked across the floor, he passed Dudley's misused toys and large boxes, it wasn't until he came to the last corner he found a box unlabelled. Curiosity got the better of him as he walked towards it; he kneeled down and opened it. Inside he found a photo album, a copy of a birth certificate, a picture of a baby and two long boxes and a key that looked oddly familiar to that of his Gringotts key vault.

Harry opened the birth certificate and read:

Sex: Female

Weight: 7 pounds 8oz

Father: Richard Charles Evans

Mother: Anne – Marie Rogers

Infants name: Rose Kathleen Evans

Born: January 5th 1960

Harry looked at it again. Strange he thought, he knew his Grandfather's name was Richard and his Grandmother's Anne-Marie. But who was Rose?

He pulled the picture out of the box and put his flashlight over it. He saw a younger version of his Grandparents holding a baby. Could it be this Rose? He put it on top of the birth certificate and picked up the two boxes, he pulled the top off the first one and looked at it, inside lay a pale wooded wand, he reached for the other and tore off the lid, inside lay another but a more darker wooden colour. Harry immediately reached for both of the wands as if, some strong force was urging him to, a longing to touch something, when his hands grazed over the wands, he felt his mind flash to the smiling faces of his mother and father. These wands belonged to them. He put them back within their boxes carefully and then picked up the photo album. As he opened the first page a letter fell into his lap with the words Harry inscribed on it.

He laid the album back down and picked up the letter.

Our Dearest Harry,

You are probably wondering why your father and I are writing to you now. This means that you have lived and we have passed on.

Within this letter lies a truth that has been hidden from you for so long, you have an aunt, within this box you will find a birth certificate for a child called Rose, you see she was my older sister. When your grandparents were seventeen, your grandmother became pregnant with Rose, at the time they were very young and still living with your great-grandparents, they could not bring up a child, let alone provide for her.

They made the heart breaking decision to have Rose adopted; she was placed with a lovely family, when she was three days old. When your grandparents turned twenty-one they married and eventually went on to have your Aunt Petunia and I.

When I turned sixteen, your Grandparents' thought it best to tell Petunia and I about our older sister. Petunia did not want to know, however I was curious, our parents loved Rose and didn't want to give her up, as Petunia and I grew more and more apart, I craved to find the sister I had never met. In my final year of Hogwarts I found her with help from your father. She was living in New York City and was engaged, the most extraordinary thing was that we found out she was a witch. Rose and I met that summer along with my parents; sadly Petunia did not want to take the time to get to know our older sister.

As two years passed your father and I married a year after we graduated from Hogwarts, and in turn Rose and I became closer after the death of your grandparents. Then just before you were born we heard of the prophecy and had to make a decision, we went into hiding. This was the third time we defied Voldemort.

We knew that not long after you were born that something was different about you from other babies, you were always content, never fussed, and when your father and I looked into your eyes at night, it was as if you knew some great untold secret, that we did not, a sense of peace and wisdom almost within your face. Indeed you were a very magical child; there were times when we ourselves could not control your abilities, let alone yourself being able to do so.

Your Aunt Rose and Uncle Daniel adored you, as did your cousin Peter. He was an exceptional baby also, I remember it as if it was yesterday, and you are alike in so many ways.

We just want you to know that we love you and in time you shall know the full truth of the prophecy and why we have chosen not to tell you in this letter, listen to your heart, it is one of the most powerful pieces within you. Always have faith in yourself Harry, your father and I have always believed in you and will be with you always.

Love always Mum and Dad

P.S. The key that you find in the box is for the larger Potter family vaults.

Prophecies

Unheard Prophecy of Peter Michael Potter and Lord Voldemort

"The One with the power to aid his brother in vanquishing the the Dark Lord approaches...Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the six month dawns...And the Dark Lord will mark the One's brother as his equal, but the One will convey a hidden power the Dark Lord knows not...The One must aid his brother in the final battle between light and dark, for either must die at the hands of the others, for none of the brothers can live while the Dark Lord survives...The One with the power to aid his brother in vanquishing the Dark Lord will be born as the six month dawns ..."

Prophecy of Lord Voldemort and Harry James Potter

"The One with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...And either must die at the hands of the other, for neither can live while the other survives...The One with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."