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Harry awoke in a comfortable bed with someone leaning over him. He bolted off to the side, wand already in hand by the time he landed on the ground. Harry quickly took in the surrounds. A large elegantly furnished room. Two doors and four tall windows that were covered by heavy drapes, sunlight managed to find it's way in from the edges. The bed he had been in was rumpled but otherwise appeared to be high classed; silk coverings and a multitude of soft pillows. And, in front of him, there was a teen-aged girl. Her long black hair fell in smooth waves and pale blue eyes looked at him with glee. A small birth mark, shaped like a slightly deformed triangle, under and to the side of her left eye was the only thing that marred her otherwise flawless white skin.

"You must be the new Harry!" the girl chirped, "Mort told me you would come!"

"You're the Banshee?" asked Harry, wary of her even if she seemed harmless. In his experience, when somebody looked harmless it usually meant the opposite. Take Peter, nicknamed Wormtail, for example.

"Yes, I'm the banshee, you can call me Harie." Harie grinned as she bounced up in excitement and scrambled off of the bed. "I'm your big sis. By 13 whole minutes!"

"Harie? Sister? What!?" God, Harry could feel a migraine coming, he really did he hate those. What the hell was happening. Was that the same inky puddle on the ceiling the one that had swallowed him before? Death didn't mention any this. Arrogant prat always likes to surprise people, doesn't he.

But enough about that and onto the more pressing matter. He apparently had a sister in this dimension. Was it an out come of the MWI theory? What could have happened that cause him to have a sibling?

Harry glanced around, and to be born into an obviously wealthy family he added. Were his parents still James Potter and Lily Evans? What about Sirius and Remus? The Weasleys? Were they all alive or just one or two? Would they still act the same or would the have different personalities?

"Well, in this dimension you're my twin!" said Harie, skirting around the bed to sit on an padded bench at the foot of it. "Mort timed your arrival very well. Harry was getting too sick. Even Mother noticed and she usually ignores us, you , Mort said that you would most likely like to know a few things. Like the current year is 1941. There is a war between the Muggles that has begun to affect our society."

"Is that so." Harry could only guess that the war she was talking about was WWII. He didn't know much about since his Muggle education was cut short.

"He also left you somethings in your trunk, which was my Harry's but now it yours. Actually everything that was my Harry's is yours." Hari said, pausing as the realization of her true brother being replaced. She didn't dwell to long on it though. "We go back to Hogwarts for our 5th year today. We leave for the train station in a few hours."

"Okay, I need some time to process." Harry interrupted and did a quick vague gesture with his hand, "So be quiet."

Harie giggled at her new brother. This Harry was going to be much more fun that the old one. It wasn't that she hadn't loved her original brother but he was always so distant and boring. It was always books, books, books with him. She personally thought it was a mistake for him to be placed in Hufflepuff instead of Ravenclaw like her. But then again, though he had loved to read, the old Harry hadn't been very smart or even clever. He had no redeeming features at all. He had had an average appearance and a sub-par handling of his magic. That fact had caused him to just sink into the background everywhere. No one at Hogwarts talked to him much. Sure the other members of his house tried to include him in things but Harry always refused and lost himself in the latest book he was reading. A groan caught Harie's attention.

"Alright, listen up, I'm going to need all the details." commented Harry, his eyes firmly on the bedspread. "If I'm going to be your Harry then I need to act like him as much as possible. So spill, don't leave anything out."

Harie raked though her memory for information of her Harry. "He was quiet. Liked to be alone. He barely spoke with me whether at Hogwarts or here at home."

"I can do that." Harry could easily go by unnoticed when he was looking over the girl.

"He wasn't all that good at anything. Even the simplest cleaning charm was difficult for him to do." continued Harie, "Most of his teachers complained that he was a danger to everyone and that he shouldn't be allowed to do magic without supervision."

"A bit harder, but doable." Harry frowned, he didn't like the fact that he would have to intentionally fail. He hated it when he had been in school with Dudley and couldn't make better grade than his cousin. 'I can gradually become better. Say that I practice a lot during my free time.' he amended.

"He was bullied by the Slytherins, but every Hufflepuff is."

"He's a Hufflepuff?" asked Harry, "What house are you in?"

"Yes, he was. I'm a Ravenclaw."

"Hmm." Her being in a separate house would make it hard for him to guard her. He didn't trust that nothing would happen while they were in Hogwarts. The whole castle was a hot bed for accidents and injuries. He would need to use all of the shortcuts and hiding places he knew. 'I wonder if Death brought the Marauders map and put it in his...er my trunk.' thought Harry, rubbing the back of his head. 'I'll check. If not, I'll have to write as much as I can remember from it.' Harry made his way to where he could see the trunk by the foot of the bed while Harie continued to talk.

"Harry's whole name is Harold Adolfo Faerwindle. I'm Harianna Chistansia Faerwindle. We're of the Faerwindle family and German purebloods, amoungst the purest of the purebloods in fact." Harie said, proudly stating their blood status.

"Great." drawled Harry, not caring about whether they were pure bloods or not, and ruffled through his trunk. He was happy to note that Death had brought all of his most treasured object; the History of Hogwarts that once belonged to Hermione and held many secrets about the school, the white king chess piece given to him by Ron, a joke on his part when they were still in the middle of the Wizarding war, and the handsized cylinder shaped rock that Mr. Weasley gave him. The cylinder was charmed to act similar to a muggle recording device. A tiny Celtic knot was carved at the base, when a magic line is connected you cold pretty much hear anything that you have ever heard before because it connected to your mind and read back what is in there. For instance, if you hear a song then you can repeat it days or even years after. Mr. Weasley called it the Clumbersome Harry smiled down at the items, now he wouldn't feel so home sick. The refrained from whooping when he found the Marauder's Map. He glanced at Harie, who had been patiently waiting for his attention. "What about my appearance? Anything I should change?"

"Yes, your eyes. My Harry's eyes were like mine, pale blue and not so wide." said Harie, skirting over his unenthusiastic reaction to their blood status. "and your skin is too pale, he had more of a reddish tone, and you're, well, um, a bit short."

"A quick illusion spell should fix that. I'll have to redo it every day though." Harry took in a deep breath. Filing away the information, then standing and looking straight into her eyes. "When we leave I'm going to make sure to take care of you. No matter what. I will have your back for as long as you live."

"...Thanks." muttered Harie, suddenly feeling shy at the bold statement. "I am really happy that you are here. Mort was right to send you. I don't know what I would have done if there is no one for me to trust."

"Well, its not as if I had anything better to do." shrugged Harry, "But I mean every word. We are now siblings after all."

Harie grinned and nodded. "Yeah, we are."

Fin

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