Disclaimer: Although I own copies of the Harry Potter series, I don't really own them. They belong to JK Rowling respectfully. Honestly, if they were my creation, it wouldn't be a fourth as good.

A Sister's Love

Chapter Two: A Sister's Smile, part 2

Harry looked around his room self consciously; his school books lay strewn across the floor in a slight arch on the side of his bed as he attempted his homework at night. Hedwig slept with her head under her freshly cleaned cage.

"Oh wow," Raye whispered at the sight the snowy owl. "It's beautiful. What is its name?"

"Her name is Hedwig." Harry answered proudly. Hedwig opened an eye at the sound of Harry's voice and he put a few fingers through the cage bars in order to pet her wing gently and she closed her eye again with a soft hoot.

"I am going to let her out in a moment so she can hunt, but give her this," Harry handed the brunette a rat-shaped owl treat.

Harry brought rat-shaped owl treats ever since he'd learned that it was Wormtail who sold out his parents to Voldemort. It was a childish delight, but he imagined it was Wormtail in his animagi form his was feeding to Hedwig.

"I don't think one treat will ruin her appetite."

"Hello Hedwig." Raye said holding a rat shaped treat against the cage. "Would you fancy a snack before you go?"

Hedwig opened an eye once more, looked over Raye and slowly held out one foot, claws out stretched, reaching for the treat.

Raye laughed with delight as she watched Hedwig turn round on the perch once she had the rat and her back facing them to eat in private.

When she'd finished Harry opened the cage and Hedwig settled onto Harry's outstretched arm. Harry walked over to the window and unlocked it, the white owl opened her wings to their full span and with a practiced move, Harry raised his arm at the same moment that Hedwig shot into the air and with a soft swoosh of her wings was gone.

The drowsy buzz of the street lamp came through the window and Harry locked the window. "She won't come back until morning." He answered the unvoiced question.

Raye nodded and sat on the desk chair while Harry, stepping over his Potions textbook, sat to the edge of his bed.

"Well then," said Raye airily.

"Well then," repeated Harry.

The two teenagers sat in silence for a few minutes, neither unsure how to start this difficult conversation.

"How did you know where to find me?" Harry asked. If Raye, a muggle, could find Privet Drive so easily, what was keeping Death Eaters from doing it?

"The Order." Raye explained tossing her ponytail over her shoulder. "But we'll come to that later. I want to know why that rude man downstairs said your parents weren't here. But you are here. Where are your mum and dad?" Raye asked.

Harry got quiet.

"Are they on holiday?" Raye offered when he hadn't responded.

"It's more like a permeant holiday. They died when I was one." He said bitterly. His throat tightened after he said it. He was never comfortable talking about his parents' death, but knew that this talk had to start somewhere. "They were murdered by Tom Riddle."

"Who's?"

"Riddle is a wizard who fancies the dark arts." He paused, not such how much he should tell her.

He remembered when he was eleven years old, he had asked Hagrid how his parents' death, and why he'd survived. He also remembered Hagrid's hesitation about answering him. If Dumbledore hadn't felt the need to explain, Harry didn't know how much Raye was allowed to hear.

But it was something he needed to know. And so does Raye, he told himself.

"He calls himself Lord Voldemort and he's the biggest threat to the magical and non-magical communities. My parents went into hiding, a lot of magical families did at the time. But there was a traitor on our side. The traitor was a supposed friend of my father's from school. He told Voldemort where they were hiding and killed my parents. I survived only because my mum shielded me from the killing curse. That's why I am not with them." As he talked, his eyes kept darting past Raye, to the framed picture of James and Lily on his desk. He felt his throat tighten again and couldn't say anymore.

Harry heard a sob. Raye's hands were covering her mouth as she stared at him with wide, tear-filled eyes. The uncomfortable feeling swiped Harry again, he bit his lip and he fidgeted with a pillow in his lap.

Silence once again filled the room. The two siblings heard Vernon's voice boom indistinctly through the house.

"Sorry," She murmured with a smile, she wipes her eyes with the back of her hand.

"S'Okay," Harry said stupidly.

"No, I was stupid. I shouldn't have come without the old man."

"You mean Dumbledore?"

"Yeah, I was supposed to wait, we were going to come together. I know meeting me was a shock, but I had to come. So I snuck out."

"Wait Dumbledore doesn't know you're here?"

"No, I don't have a lot of time. I think..."

"How did you get here?" Harry interrupted as the thought hit him.

"I flooed though Mrs. Figg's fireplace of course. "She wasn't too happy about that, but promised that I could have half an hour time to visit you."

"How can you be my sister?" Harry suddenly blurted out, not knowing how else to ask the question that had been burning in him since she'd introduced herself.

Raye was silent for a moment staring at her hands as they turned in her lap as if they were churning out the right words for her explanation.

"I have a father. I love him very much. He raised me since I was born, he has taken care of me and mum all this time. I didn't come here to ask for money or anything. I was just curious. I wanted to meet my little brother." She pulls out an old worn notebook and shows it to Harry.

"This was my mother's. She died in February months ago," she added at the fifteen-year-old's questioning look. "I was clearing her things, sorting out her belongings; what we keep, what we donate, and what we throw away."

Raye went quiet and Harry knew that she was trapped in a memory. "My mother Anabel went to Hogwarts with James Potter and Lily Evans." She began somewhat stoically.

Harry hugged the pillow a bit tighter as he listened.

"She was a witch and what little I've found out she was quite fond of our father. So much so that she was willing to do anything to have him. She didn't go into details about it, but I think she used magic to tricked him, into um, having me."

Harry looked to the photo of his parents again. James had an arm draped over Lily's shoulder smiling brightly as his mother held the one year old Harry in her arms protectively. He didn't fail to notice that both James and Raye's eyes close slightly when they smile.

Raye checked her watch nervously. "I am over my time, they'll have noticed that I'm missing. I need to get going." She hands the book to Harry. "I want you to read it."

"What?"

Raye stood as Harry took it. "I'll give you some time to look it over."

"Oh, okay."

Harry stood with her and rushed to open his bedroom door for his new found sister. They walked down the stairs as quietly as they could. Harry heard his aunt in the kitchen, not doubt finishing the dishes he had neglected. He also noticed that the TV volume as raised considerably louder than when he went into his room.

"It was nice meeting you Harry Potter." She said smiling.

"It was nice meeting you too...sis." Harry replied trying out the word.

Raye gave Harry another brief hug and a kiss on the forehead, with promises to return later that week, heads down the street in the direction of Mrs. Figg's house.

Harry closed the door and hurried back upstairs. He wasn't bothered for the rest of the night.

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Author's note: Raye's half hour has been more like two months, but hey I posted seven stories in between. Lol! I don't know if Mrs. Figg's fireplace is hooked up to the Floo network or not, but she is here. Onto Chapter Three. No wait Review first. Bramblerose4