Authors Note! sorry I forgot to put the disclaimer on the introduction and I dont feel like going and editing that one...I'll get around to it in a bit. But I dont own any of the characters that are familiar to you because of J.K. Rowling. She created them and I just play with them, making them act out whatever adventures I decide that they should go on. Also...if there is a beta or anything out there that would like to help with this story, please message me. Thanks.

Number Four, Privet Drive:

11:40 pm – July 31

Alone in the room at the top of the stairs there was a lean boy with messy, dark hair, and glasses. Behind these glasses were brighter than bright emerald green eyes. The greenest eyes that many have ever or will ever see. At the moment he was sitting on his bed alternating between looking out the window and watching the clock. He was on the lookout for Ron's owl. Should be coming any minute now. He thought, and he was counting down until he would turn sixteen. Exactly at midnight. He had been waiting forever for this night to come. Tomorrow would be even better. Mr. Weasley had informed him in a message just yesterday that tomorrow, twelve minutes from now, they would be coming to take him back to Grimmauld Place. He didn't necessarily want to go there but anywhere but Azkaban was better than here. Harry didn't know whether the Dursley's even knew that he was still here. He hadn't gotten in their way at all so far. And they hadn't seemed to want him to either. Usually they at least acknowledged him to pay an insult to him, but so far this summer there had been nothing. And he had avoided them at all costs. Causing him to be much more of a night person. Good thing that they didn't decide to lock the door this time. He had been so bored that he had already finished most of his homework. The only thing left was his potions essay, but that was only because he didn't have enough resources to write it. He would need to go to Diagon Alley or at least borrow one or two books from Hermione.

Glancing at the clock again he saw that it was one minute until midnight. Holding his breath he counted down the seconds in his head, wondering if he would feel any different.

Diiiing…Dooonnng!

Harry lifted his head and looked towards his bedroom door. Had that been the doorbell? Ringing at midnight on his birthday? This can not be a good sign. Slowly he got up, casting one last look out the window, as if he were searching for a sign that would show that he should stay in his room. Seeing none he walked quickly to the door, opened it and was halfway down the stairs before he could think twice about it.

Diiiing…Dooonnng!

Feeling at his pant waist, he pulled out his wand, and held it in front of him. Ready to fight. He looked out the peephole first, then seeing and hearing nothing he cautiously unlocked and opened the door. Inside his head all the scary movies and stories that he had chanced upon were playing full force in his mind. And just when he thought that the bad, scary thing should pop out at him…he realized that nothing was there. Letting out a breathe that he hadn't even noticed he was holding he stepped out onto the front step and looked around. Seeing nothing he was turned around to go back in when he heard his foot crunch on something. Looking down he saw that there were envelopes on the step. Quickly he picked them up and went inside, closing he door behind him. In the foyer he stood and read the name on the envelope. It wasn't just an envelope…it was a letter, and it was a letter addressed to him. Remembering what had happened the last time a letter had arrived for him he quickly ran up to his room, closed the door and hastily opened the envelope.

Neat cursive was the first thing that he noticed. There wasn't anything fancy about it. It was just kind of normal. I don't know this hand writing. I would say that it's Hermione's but why wouldn't she have sent hers with Ron's? Sitting on the bed he slowly unfolded the letter. As he did a black and white photo fell out onto his lap. It was of a baby…a baby girl. Aww…she's cute. Putting the photo down he turned back to the letter and began reading. Tears formed in his eyes as he realized who the letter was from.

My Dear Harry James,

I'm sorry to say that I do not wish to write you this letter. No offense to you of course, it only means that your father and I have passed away. No doubt due to that evil man, Lord Voldemort. I call him man because in the end that is what he is. Your father doesn't believe me Harry, but it's true. He started as a man and he shall die as a man. Remember that dear. Now, this is not what I'm supposed to be writing to you of. I am supposed to be telling you of our secrets. And of your inheritance. I know what you're thinking "Inheritance? I'm not supposed to acquire that until I'm seventeen!" But unfortunately, Potters are a bit different than most wizards and witches perceive them to be. You see the Potter family have a secret, a very well kept secret. Sometime in the past (James told me but it was so drawn out that I eventually tuned him out. I know it was wrong of me but, I was pregnant at the time…give me a break) one of James' ancestors was the mate of an Elemental Witch. Their first child was the only one that we know of to have the elemental as the dominate gene. From then on it seemed that the gene became recessive. And no one spoke of this only child. Until 16 years ago tonight. We spoke of him because you look like him. As it turns out, I somehow had the recessive gene of an elemental also. So guess what? This makes you an Elemental Wizard now. And also I believe an heir to a kingdom of some sorts. But, I don't know about that really and neither does James. I am inclined to assume that if you are indeed an heir to some kingdom that they will inform you of it at some point. If they don't, and you are worried about it simply ask Dumbledore, as I'm sure he will know something about it. He knows something about everything. Or at least most things. However, he did not know about this inheritance (which is why it wasn't sent by owl) and he doesn't know of this second thing that I am about to inform you of.

Before you were born, James and I (well okay mostly me) wanted to keep the sex of the child independent. So we didn't go to a doctor. Well…when I went into labor we learned that you were not indeed "such a big child". You were well…you were a twin.

I'm sure that you've noticed the picture that I've enclosed with this letter by now so…well there you go. That's you're twin sister. Her name is Trystin. When she was born it looked as if her hair would be like you're father's. I assume it was. We never learned the color of her eyes though so I'm afraid I can't help you there. I know this must be hard for you to accept, but it's true. Every single word. I am so sorry that we can't be there to help you through this. I can't even begin to imagine how difficult this must be for you.

If you wish to look up your sister (which I strongly suggest as you will need her) she was sent to America to the Waldridge orphanage for girls. I was told that she would be able to find a good home somewhere, and if not that the orphanage would put her through school. I believe that the place is in Texas. Though I am not completely positive. Please try and find her. Ask for Dumbledore's help, he can do almost anything there. She may have even been accepted to a wizarding school there. We can only hope as that would make it slightly easier to find her.

Now I must talk to you of your transition from a normal wizard to an Elemental Wizard and what this will mean. Soon you will become very drowsy and will fall into a deep sleep. Sometime during this your magic will roam and will try to find your mate. Yes, you will have a mate and I will warn you, they can be male or female. No, there is no way out of it. If your mate is not nearby you will feel a longing within you when you wake, by instinct you will know what this is. After a time it shouldn't bother you much as you will grow accustomed to it. It isn't like the longing will kill you. Until the time that you have met your mate and have established the connection the longing will be there, not matter what. You're father says it gets worse after you have found your mate. You will be able to identify them by their smell. It's unique. This reminds me, in the library at the Black Manor and at Hogwarts, there are books on Elemental Wizards that contain information about the mating rituals and other specifics that I may forget to mention. Moving on, while you are sleeping tonight you will acquire wings. They will be large so I suggest not sleeping in your favorite shirt tonight as it will inevitably get torn. Also, it will hurt. Excruciating pain as I've read. And all of you're senses will rise from the normal standard to almost as good as a werewolf's. Sound, taste, smell, everything will be enhanced. So most likely when you wake you will feel nauseous and it will seem to be very bright. In some cases, Elemental Wizards can see in the dark as if it is broad daylight, and in the daylight they must wear something over their eyes or they will be blinded. Have an adult cast a constant shading spell over your eyes if this happens to you.

Now onto what it means to be an Elemental. Obviously by the name, you can control some of the elements. You never really know what you'll be able to control however so be sure to test everything. You're magical powers will be enhanced and judging by how powerful you were as a child, you will most likely be able to perform wandless magics. Sounds like fun huh? One other thing that I'm forgetting to mention is that Elemental Wizards are very high up in the food chain, if you get my meaning. In some instances, they are higher-ranked than purebloods. So it is an honor to be an Elemental and to be one's mate. My regards to whomever you choose. And I wish you to know that we will always be proud of you and if we were there we would support you in whatever decisions that you should make. We love Harry James Potter. And we love your sister. We wish you well and the best of luck.

Your loving mother and father,

Lily Evans Potter

James Henry Potter

Harry lay back on the bed after reading the letter and let his thoughts wash over him. Picking up the photo from beside him he looked at it. So this was his sister huh? The missing link. Tomorrow he would inform Dumbledore and they would begin the search for her. There was nothing to think about, he had decided what he would do the moment that he had learned of her. He would find her, bring her here, and they would train together. She was part of the family unit, and would need help through her transition too. Speaking of transitioning, Harry was getting very sleepy. Not too long now before he would fall asleep. Feeling himself drifting off Harry closed his eyes and curled into a ball….feeling his mind wander away.

I wonder who my mate will be…And with that he was asleep. Curled into the arms of Morpheus.