Chapter Twenty Two:

Meet the Siblings; Part One

Harry woke up the following morning nervous as hell, today was the day where it all would become a reality. He was going to meet his siblings, he was going to hear and see memories that he had only which before dreamed of seeing.

It was early yet probably around 6:30, but Harry was to nervous to return to a fitful slumber and to excited to give a damn about sleep.

He through his legs out of bed and walked quietly down the stairs and into the living room were he sat and watched the dead cinders of the fire place, he had seemed to have been doing that a lot lately.

The hour passed and the clock reached 7:30, they were to leave at eleven and the rest of the house for the most part was still sleeping, with the exception of a few early risers.

Lily and James had woken up early, they while not as nervous and excited as Harry were fairing quite well in that direction.

They had woken early, 7:30 and had slowly walked down the hallway and stairs, they moved slowly across the hallway floor, and walked towards the front room, which currently had a light on.

Curious they opened the door a little wider, to see a raven-haired boy sitting on the couch, his eyes fixed on the fireplace and he himself oblivious to everything around him.

The two parents of the boy exchanged glances before fully walking into the room and heading over to their son.

"Harry" Lily whispered, reaching out to hold her son's hand comfortingly.

His head did not move from its position but his eyes seemed to look over to her.

"What's the matter?" she asked, "did you have a bad dream"

Harry shook his head embarrassed at the question for it usually was the truth, but the truth was he had not had any nightmares the night before they were plagued with good dreams of him and his parents and what he imagined his brother and sister to be. The reason of his early rising was that he was dead nervous, what if they did not like him? What if they thought that he was just there to cause trouble? What if they were nothing of what he might have thought? What if seemed to be the most popular question with him these days just like nervousness seemed the most popular emotion.

"n-nervous" he stuttered.

"Don't be nervous Harry there is nothing to worry about they love you just like we do" James said grasping his sons shoulder.

Harry's mind did a double take; they had said they loved him. It was not a big deal really parents were there to love there children but when they had not been there for fifteen odd years you start to wonder what to think. He was always told that they had loved him but he could not remember and there it was the proof in the flesh.

He nodded his head slowly in agreement but his mind and body still thought differently, he was not going to get any less anxious as the time drew neared if anything he was just going to get more tensed.

Harry sat at the breakfast table an hour later playing with his hands not even bothering to touch his food to afraid that it would not stay in his stomach, he was not remotely hungry anyway.

"Come on Harry you have to eat something" Mrs. Weasley said.

Harry just shook his head and then went back to playing with his hands.

"Come on Harry just eat a bit of toast for me?" Ginny tried playing the act of innocence.

Harry looked up at Ginny and then took a bite of toast. He then gave her look that spoke, 'there'.

The others around the table watched this all thing the same thing, 'Harry is whipped.'

Lily after only knowing so much about this girl liked her better even now; it would be good to know that her son would do anything for this girl.

James rolled his eyes at this antic remembering that lily was the same way with him.

Two and a half hours later, the group met in the den dressed and ready to meet the potter twins, well some were ready.

Harry was a wreck, he could not stop moving and his breathing had quickened considerably, why could he not calm down? Well maybe it had something to do with meeting his siblings for the first time ever, and such.

"All right everybody we are going to go through the fire in groups." Dumbledore said before pairing everybody up.

Slowly the groups left and it was only Harry and his parents left.

"Are you ready Harry?" lily called.

"Ready as I'll ever be" he mumbled back to nervous to speak coherent sentences.

Lily seemed to think the answer was sufficient and called out, "Potter place, Ireland"

The flames turned a brilliant green and Harry was swirling off alongside his parents. Now that the time had come for him to meet his siblings he thought he was going to have a heart attack, the swirling was slowing down and he breathed in forgetting that he was in a fireplace full of ash. He coughed loudly before lunging forward and falling flat on his face in the living room of the Potter Place.

Somebody helped him to his feet and handed him his glasses which happened to have fallen off.

He rubbed his eyes and placed his glasses on his face, which put reality into view.

He looked around, in a semicircle around him, was the Weasley's, moony, Padfoot, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and what he mainly focused on The Potters.

His eyes became considerably wide and he stood watching his brother, sister, mom, and dad standing together before his very eyes, a smile on all their faces. He could not believe it, it was just like in his dreams, though this time it was real.

Twins View

Brandon was eating a late breakfast in the kitchen when Remus Lupin, whom he had gotten to know in the last twenty four hours, entered the kitchen, along with his sister Isabelle.

"They will be arriving in a few minutes" Remus said simply with a smile on his face.

Brandon nodded his head, and took a last bite of his cheese sandwich before getting up and following them into the living room.

He himself was very nervous what if, Harry did not like him? What if they had nothing in common? What if?

He waited for a minute, and exchanged a glance with his twin sister, while she looked a little more confident she was not by much he could tell that she was just as nervous.

Then the grate of the fireplace moved slightly and a distant rumble was heard before the flames turned green and out popped a few redheads, but no sign of Harry yet.

The three approached them and shook their hands introducing themselves as Bill, Fred, and George Weasley, before scooting off to the side to wait as well.

The next group arrived, and introduced themselves as, Charlie, Molly, and Arthur but there was still not a sign of Harry.

Then again with the flames and out came Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall both of whom they had heard a lot about, but Harry had yet to appear.

The grate moved again and out came another red head, a bushy brown haired girl, and a man with black hair, whom they learnt where Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and the Famous Sirius Black or so their dad referred to him as but now they were growing even more excited and nervous next would be Harry they were sure.

A minute or so later, the grate moved again and out came, their mother, their father, and their brother, there was no need for an introduction.

Lily and James helped their son off the floor and gave him his glasses back before moving over to stand next to them, each with a smile on their faces.

They saw their brother for the first time, and he looked to be just as nervous as they were.

"Harry" James said, "Meet Isabelle and Brandon, you sister and brother"

"h-hi" Brandon and Isabelle said simultaneously, they were twins after all.

Harry did not answer, but merely waved his hand to numb to speak.

Harry's view

After a minute of standing his father spoke, "Harry, meet Isabelle and Brandon, you sister and brother"

His eyes now focused solely on his siblings, they muttered something along the lines of hi or so he made out and then fell silent also in awe.

Harry looked them over they looked his sister had dark jet black hair that reached her mid-back in wavy tresses that resembled his mums minus the color which was his dads, she also had hazel eyes and a toothy grin just he discovered his dad had.

His brother, Brandon had red hair that was darker than the Weasley's red hair but not by much, it sat on top of his head just like Harry's did and was just as untamable, his eyes were darker than Harry's and were more of an olive green then emerald but were incredibly bright despite their dark color, his smile was not toothy like his sisters but more like his mothers.

Harry found that he could not speak so he shakily raised his arm and waved.

Lily and James watched their sons and daughter interact like zombies and thought, 'well this is going to be interesting.'

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