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That night, Harry lay in bed thinking about what had happened today. "Who is Rachel? Why does she have the same last name as me? Although, Potter is a pretty common name, even if I don't know many other magical people who have it. But heck, I hardly know any non-muggles outside of school-"

His thoughts were cut short by Ron entering the room.

"Harry!" exclaimed Ron. "Did you see that girl?"

"Who, Rachel?" asked Harry.

"Yeah. Blimey, Harry, you didn't tell us you had other magical relatives!"

"Ron, calm down," said Harry, sitting up. "First of all, I've never seen her or even heard of her before in my life. Second, I don't know anything about my family. My parents died when I was a baby, remember?"

"Oh yeah," said Ron, looking discouraged. Then he brightened up. "Maybe you should ask her if you two are related! After all, she'd know if she was related to Harry Potter!"

"Good idea," replied Harry, changing into his pyjamas. "Actually, maybe I'll get Hermione to ask her. I'd probably just scare her or something."

"OK," said Ron, getting into bed. "See you in the morning, Harry."

"Goodnight."

Minutes later, Harry could hear his friend's snores from across the room. He lay down to sleep, thinking about Ron's suggestion.

The next morning, Rachel woke to the sound of birds outside the window. For a moment she lay still, trying to work out where she was. Then she remembered she was at Hogwarts, and today was the first day of her lessons. As she got up, a memory came to the front of her mind.

"Another Potter, eh?"

"Oh yeah," she thought. "That battered old hat. I suppose it meant dad. He was in Gryffindor when he was at school." Vaguely, Rachel wondered why she hadn't thought of that yesterday. "And Professor McGonagall, she probably was looking at me funnily because of how much I look like mum. Old bat, she probably taught her!"

Rachel giggled to herself as she finished dressing and went over to wake up Vanessa. Her long hair had come unplaited up to her shoulders and was spread out behind her, so that it looked to Rachel for a moment as though she had sprouted wings. Then she told herself not to be silly, and shook Vanessa awake.

"Wake up Vanessa!" Vanessa mumbled something and rolled onto her other side. "Come on, sleepy head!"

"Alright, I'm up," said Vanessa. She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes and shielding them against the glare from the window. Rachel waited impatiently for Vanessa to get dressed, which, truth be told, didn't take too long. Vanessa could get ready in about three minutes flat once she was awake.

Five minutes later, the two girls left the tower through the portrait hole. As the Fat Lady swung closed behind them, she said, "Good luck at school today, dears."

Rachel and Vanessa swung around, startled before Rachel said, "Er, thanks."

To Vanessa, she muttered, "It's going to take me a while to get used to all the paintings talking." Vanessa nodded in agreement.

Downstairs in the Great Hall, they spotted Mel and waved to her before sitting down at the Gryffindor table. They had just started piling food on their plates when Professor McGonagall walked down the table towards them.

"Good morning, girls," she said.

"Good morning."

"As your Head of House, I am here to give you your timetables for this year." Professor McGonagall pulled two blank pieces of parchment out from her robes. Tapping them with her wand, she handed one to each Vanessa and Rachel.

"Your first lesson today will be Herbology with Professor Sprout in Greenhouse One. Please try and be on time. If you cannot find your way, I recommend asking an older student for directions."

With that, she swept off to another group of students sitting further down the table.

"Thanks," said Rachel to Professor McGonagall's retreating back.

Looking at her timetable, Vanessa said, "Hey, we've got her for double Transfiguration after lunch."

"Great," said Rachel unenthusiastically.

Meanwhile, upstairs in the Gryffindor tower…

Hermione came downstairs to the common room to find Ron and Harry there waiting for her.

"Good morning," said Hermione, slightly suspicious that they were here rather than downstairs in the Great Hall eating breakfast, like they usually were. "How come you two are still up here?"

"We're waiting for you," replied Ron.

"How did you know I was still up here?" she asked.

"Ginny told us," said Harry. "Listen, Hermione, you know that first-year girl, Rachel?"

"Yes," said Hermione slowly. "What about her?"

"We need you to ask her if she's related to Harry in any way," interrupted Ron. Hermione looked perplexed.

"Why do you need me to ask her? Why can't-" She was cut off by Ron.

"Because we reckon Harry would just freak her out."

Hermione looked questioningly at Harry. He shrugged non-committally. Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes as she turned towards the portrait-hole.

"Fine," she said. "But I'm not going to ask her straight out 'Are you related to Harry Potter?', like some kind of freak."

"That's just fine with us," said Ron. Harry grinned. "Off you go now, little Hermie!"

"Aren't you two coming?" asked Hermione.

"Hermione," said Ron, exasperated. "I thought we just agreed that we weren't going to freak her out by taking Harry down there!"

Hermione rolled her eyes again as she climbed out of the portrait-hole.

Downstairs, Rachel and Vanessa were finishing their breakfast when Hermione walked up to them.

"Hi," said Rachel.

"Hi," replied Hermione. She looked, in Rachel's opinion, as though she felt very out-of-place. "You're Rachel Potter, right?"

"Yeah"

"Um, can I ask you something?"

"Well, you just did, but sure, go ahead."

Hermione sat down beside Rachel. She seemed to be trying to find the right words. Eventually she said, "I know that this is going to sound strange, but who are your parents?"

Rachel blinked, taken aback at the question. "Why do you want to know?"

"It's kind of hard to explain…" began Hermione.

"James and Lily," said Rachel.

"What?" said Hermione.

"James and Lily," she repeated.

"Lily, as in Lily – Lily Evans?" asked Hermione, beginning to feel sick.

"Yeah, why? Do you know her?" asked Rachel.

"Well – sort of…"

"Are you ok? You don't look so good," said Vanessa, who was beginning to think that this girl had lost her marbles.

"Wha- oh, yeah, I'm fine, thank you. I, um, I have to go…" With that, Hermione rushed out of the Great Hall, leaving Rachel and Vanessa behind her to wonder what on earth was going on.

"That was weird," remarked Vanessa.

"I'll say," replied Rachel, picking up her bag. "Come on, we'd better not be late to Herbology."

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