1A/N: this is getting very confusing. Having 2 people write a story gets kind of difficult, especially with looming threats to be beat over the head with a large metal object. Whatever continue to read the story. It'll get better eventually.

Bree woke up early the next morning, hoping to avoid Hermione as well as every one else. Though wanting very much to talk with Draco, Bree decided that it might not be the most intelligent idea. She was well aware of the fact that the Malfoy's were known as an evil family, and the rival family of the Potters. Lucius was a death eater and Narcissa though Sirius's cousin was a whore of the dark and evil forces. Not to mention that last night she had heard Ginny and Hermione talking "I don't know if you saw, but she was sitting with Malfoy on the train," Ginny said in a hushed voice. .

"Actually I didn't see her until she was sitting on the bed making rude remarks to Lavender," retorted Hermione with a strange half disgusted facial expression.

"I think she kinda looks like Harry in a way"

"Yes, especially her eyes"

Bree knew that Malfoy didn't have any fans in Gryffindor, but her sudden attraction to him marked her as strange... possibly even a Death Eater in their eyes. This was the last thing she wanted... enemies. Bree heard only the sounds of girls sleeping so she saw the coast as clear. Her foot hit the ground making almost no noise. She slinked to her trunk and flipped the lid up to see a note neatly placed on top of her school robes. She opened the note which read "Ms. Potter please meet professor McGonagall at 9:00AM rather than the previously planned 3:00PM thank you." She read the note, thinking to herself "great now I have to rush myself out of here, its already 8:00 only an hour left until I have to meet the professor." In a flurry she rather messily pulled out of her trunk a pair of dark but faded blue jeans, a black t-shirt that was a bit snug, a black zip up sweatshirt with a picture of three dancing skeletons on it, and a pair of black converse all star high tops. She quickly dressed and was almost to the door when she heard a noise, she turned to see Hermione sitting on a bed obviously waiting for her.

"So, What's America, New York like"

"It's just like London, More Muggles less fog no accents..."

"Accents? Why did you come?"

"Umm... because I had to I needed to tell- to find some one here"

"Oh, okay. So what NEWTS are you taking?"

"Um, DADA, Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, Herbology, Divination, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Care Of Magical Creatures, everything."

"Oh that's cool. So what-"

"Look I need to meet some one and eat something because I have to go see professor McGonagall"

"Are you in trouble?"

NO! She shouted in her head "not yet" were the words that left her mouth.

When Bree entered the great hall she found Draco standing at the front. He saw her, At last. He had come down especially early to talk before all the teachers and students came in. "'morning" she mumbled

"you too"

"Uh, lets just say, supposedly, hypothetically say you met someone with the last name of Potter..."

"I'd bloody hate them" Bree was ready to cry. The only person she had become friends with would hate her the moment he knew... but she needed him, wanted, craved, desired him like she had never before. She knew she was in love with him. And when she told Harry, what would he say? Her green eyes became watery and faked a sneeze to cover it up. "Bless you" Draco said

"Thanks," she wanted to tell him she couldn't hide it much longer. But she would then be alone, "Oh well I have to eat something, I have to meet some one" and she rushed off. She hadn't even seen Harry yet... it was starting to worry her. What did professor McGonagall want to talk about, her? Harry? Voldemort? She couldn't think about this now. It was not a good time.

"Good afternoon Bree. Have a cookie" reluctantly Bree took a ginger newt cookie off the tray "I trust you know why we are here?" Bree shook her head, "no, well, Harry Potter as you know is the captain Gryffindor quidditch team. They need a chaser, and I hear you play quite well." Bree nodded, "Now I think you should know, transfiguring students is certainly never allowed, and will earn you a detention, and possibly an expulsion. Bree nodded again, "Good, I expect you shall do well in all of your classes, especially mine. Now if you wouldn't mind, I think Mr. Potter has the right to know-"

"No, I mean not yet, I need to do it, I need- we need- I have things to explain."

"Well, I suppose… if you do not tell him by Friday I will… you will once again report to my office at noon on Saturaday, is that clear?"

"Yes professor"

Bree sat alone in the common room in Harry's favorite armchair when he walked in. She had a cat sitting on her lap but it was so well blended into her black robes he barely realized it. Harry sat down in the armchair next to her's and spoke "Sorry, but I didn't quite catch your name?"

Bree looked up unaware that Harry had just asked her a question. There was no more putting it off. It was now or never… "Bree…, Bree Potter"

"Hang on did you just say Potter?"

"Yes" Bree said meekly… she didn't want to harass him like she had Draco.

"Are you by any chance related to me?"

"Yea, um I'm your… twin sister"

"You're …bloody hell what's the matter with you.. your insane!"

"No I'm not! Why would I lie about something like that?" The cat jumped off of her lap and ran for the staircase at Bree's movement, for she had pivoted her body to better face Harry.

"No I suppose not, what's the cat's name? And how do you fit in to the death's of my, um, our parents?"

"Sirius, He went after James and Lily, then you and then me… just incase. Well he didn't succeed in killing you only leaving you with a name and a scar… leaving me with this," she pulled up the back of her shirt revealing the Hungarian horntail but motioning to a thin scar, shaped like a rose vine, with strategically placed thorns, that ran around her waist.

He followed the vine all the way across her back, stopping at each thorn to watch as it seemed to cut into her skin.

"Bree, I'm sorry, I didn't know. There was a prophecy, and how do you fit into that?"

"I know about the prophecy, Dumbledore showed it to me, I heard it. I don't fit in Harry. Remember that the prophecy is only true if you make it to be. If Snape never heard the prophecy do you think that Lily, James and even Sirius would be dead right now? Do you think that I would be standing here right now telling you this? No, we would have known ... we would all be one big

happy family."

"I understand now ... so you came to find me?"

"Yea your absolute existence depends on me... I have information that even Voldemort himself is searching for," with these words Harry was starving for the knowledge. "Tell me, please"

"Not now ... not here ... it's not that I can't tell you. it's- it's just that I can't bring myself to say it," she fainted into her armchair.

"We must do it now," a hissing raspy voice said. She was chained to a wall and her arm was bleeding like crazy. Harry was lying on the floor, motionless, with a gash across the side of his face, appearing to be dead.

"NO! YOU CAN'T! NO!" she screamed

"Bree, Bree, BREE!"

"Oh, oh, sorry. I just- had-a- vision," she panted

"What?"

"I hardly ever get them any more. Not after I perfected my Occlumency. i-it was really bad. You-I - we were dead..."

"Bloody hell, what do you mean dead?"

"Dead, Dead, Dead like our parents, dead like Sirius, dead like all of those innocent muggles, and muggle borns, like all of the others who aren't of pure blood. Dead like never again, never again will we breath the cool crisp autumn night air, never again see the ones we love, never again open our eyes to the bright light of the morning sun. Gone." She broke down, and silently tears began to stream down her face, clear crystal tears fell from her emerald green eyes down her smooth white skin, and fell only to be lost in her thick raven black hair that fell over her shoulders and across her chest.

This was too much for Harry, none of it made any sense, if he had a sister why didn't he know until now. Why did he have a scar but she had what looked like a tattoo, it didn't make any sense. She said her scar was inflicted by Voldemort but why a vine, and such an intricately detailed one, it seemed so intentional. Had she had that weird scar since she was a baby? Since the time he had had his scar? Harry was so confused, his head was throbbing, no his scar was throbbing, but not the usual way not the kind of throbbing that was related to Voldemort, this pain was different, more subtle, gentler, strange. He lifted himself from the chair he had been sitting in and without another word to Bree walked out of the common room.

For some long period of time Bree sat in the same chair in the same position, absolutely still. She was alone again, no one was there, no one to comfort her. Her own brother didn't even believe her. She couldn't go to Draco, in a little while he would hate her, she had no other friends, her friends and family in America were hundreds of miles away. She was alone. no one bothered her in the time she was sitting in the common room, they were all doing something that they wanted to do some where in the castle for there was no class, term didn't begin for another week, people were socializing, doing as they pleased, nobody was moping in the common room. Nobody except Bree.

When Bree finally got up out of her chair it was 2:00. She had been sitting for quite awhile, silently crying the entire time. She didn't know where to go, and all that her mind could process was to get out of the tower which now seemed much smaller than the last time she had opened her eyes. So she quietly climbed through the portrait hole into the corridor, and she began to walk. Where she was walking, she didn't know, all she knew was that she had to get somewhere else.

When she finally stopped walking she was half way down a set of stairs leading to a dismal, dark corridor. The air was significantly colder than it had been up in the Gryffindor tower. She looked around to try and get her bearings, but to no avail, she was lost. She was lost in Hogwarts castle, a castle of magic and mystery. One day a room was on the seventh floor the next it was in the dungeons. All that she knew was that she had to get back to the seventh floor and right now she assumed she was on the stairs to the dungeons. She didn't know what to do, she was tired, from walking, and from crying before that. There was nobody around, they were all out somewhere, it was only about 3:00, nobody had a reason to be in the castle. In confusion and exhaustion she sighed and slid down the wall onto the stairs.

Bree rapidly blinked, trying to remove the sleep from her eyes. She was awakened when something touched her shoulder, she was never a very heavy sleeper. She was unable to focus in the dim lighting of the stairs on which she sat, but she still felt eyes on her. She looked around trying to find the person who had woken her.

He smiled, she seemed so confused, why had she been sleeping on the steps to the dungeons he wondered. He couldn't help but stare at her. "Hello Bree" he said quietly, gently almost. She looked towards the source of the sound, finally managing to focus.

"Draco" she exclaimed in surprise "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question" he replied simply

her face tinted a light shade of pink "I'm lost" she said in little more than a whisper.

"Well, your in the dungeons, why are you down here anyway? Shouldn't you be up by the towers, or out with your..." he trailed off thinking better of what he was planning to say.

She wasn't entirely sure why she was down there. She thought about it for a short while, until she remembered. He, Harry, hadn't believed her, he thought she was insane. Seemingly out of nowhere clear crystal tears began to fall down her face, though she made no sobbing noise or any indication that she was crying, other than the lack of glow in her emerald eyes.

Draco tilted his head in confusion, he opened his mouth to say something but then thought better of it, she wouldn't tell him. He didn't know what to do, he was never put in this situation before. What was he supposed to say? What was he supposed to do?

She latched onto him, clinging to one sleeve of his shirt for comfort. She couldn't expect compassion from a Malfoy, they were notoriously cold. But at that moment she needed comforting, and he was the only person at Hogwarts that she could expect it from.

He could feel her holding onto him, he knew she wanted, she needed comfort and compassion from him. So he did all that he could think to do, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her towards him. He could feel her body shaking slightly as she cried.

She felt the strong arms around her as she was pulled towards Draco's chest. She buried her face into his chest wetting the silver silky material of his shirt with her tears. She felt his body heat warming her cold self. And all she could do was cry, release all of her emotions and cry into the chest of Draco Malfoy the one person here at Hogwarts that would be around her, that would listen to her, that would let her be who she was. All she did was cry.

And he held her there in his arms, on the stairs to the dungeons, for a long time. He didn't know exactly how long. But it didn't matter. He held her until she stopped crying and for awhile after that. But for that time, while he was holding her, he was happy.