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Chapter 8

"Oh wonderful, you heard about it too," Sarah grumbled and placed her chin in her hand. "Suppose I should have figured as well."

Hagrid chuckled, "Well of course. Students come and visit all the time, dear. It's not very often a professor sits down and talks about themselves for a whole year of students." Sarah just closed her eyes. Hagrid placed a cup of tea by her and sat down with his own cup. "Ginny also told be about a strange challenge you poised, about finding who in your family is still alive," he chuckled.

Sarah pouted childishly, "She's the one who brought up family." Then she smiled distantly and mischievously, "Thought it'd be a fun game. See if she could figure it out. And if she does figure it out…" she dropped off.

"If she does figure it out you're going to have a bit of explaining to do, won't cha!" Hagrid heartedly chuckled.

Sarah softly smiled, and lifted her cup. "Would be nice to share the truth," she muttered.


The Burrow was having one of those rare quiet moments. Mostly because there were only three of its inhabitants inside. Ron was reading the newspaper in the kitchen at the table. Hermione was working intensely on some papers across from her. Harry was looking through an album in the living room nearby. Suddenly a bang broke the quiet. Hermione had hit her fist on the table.

"That's it! I'm giving up!" she exclaimed, before lying face down in her arms on the table. Ron and Harry chuckled.

"You've said that four times this week, Hermione," Ron said.

"I mean it!"

"Still focused on Remus Lupin's will?" Harry asked.

"Yes! I can't figure it out! I can't find anyone that has ever had contact with Remus or Tonks and has the initials SRP. I've checked Ministry records and Hogwarts records and Death records and personal friends. I thought it was code for something or a spell or coordinates. I've even checked the map. For weeks I have looked into who Teddy's godparent could possibly be and I have found nothing. Nothing!" the black girl lamented in frustration before grunting and lying her head back down.

Ron looked softly at her and reached over to put his hand on her arm, "Hey now, I'm sure you'll figure it out."

She looked up at him a bit. "Really?" she asked gently.

"Really," He smiled. She tilted her head to kiss his hand, then sat up and took a breath.

"No more for now though." Ron nodded and went back to the paper. Hermione stood up and walked over to where Harry was and plopped like a dead weight next to him on his left. Harry jolted at the surprise and then readjusted to fit comfortably.

"Whatcha reading?" Hermione said in a sing-song voice as she leaned on his shoulder.

"Well I'm not exactly reading. It's a photo album, my family's. Hagrid gave it to me back in my first year. Haven't given it a good look through in a while." Hermione hummed in response.

A few minutes went by when Hermione asked, "Hey Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"You know there is a charm on the book right?"

Harry raised his eyebrows amused. "Yes Hermione. That's how the pictures are moving. It's maaaagic," he teased. Hermione swat the back of his head.

"I'm being serious. It covers the whole book!"

"I don't see a charm anywhere."

Hermione sat up, now mildly annoyed that the brown boy didn't believe her. "Ron come here for a second."

Ron sighed, having figured this was coming. He stood up and walked over. "Yeah?"

The black girl pointed to Harry's photo album, "Do you see anything on the album?"

Ron rolled his eyes and looked at it. Suddenly, he squinted and examined it much more carefully. "Actually, she's right, Harry. There is a charm here. A Concealment Charm."

Harry examined the whole book, but saw nothing. "I really don't see anything."

Hermione huffed, stood up and went to get her wand. She then came back and sat back down. Readying herself, she closed the album and waved her wand over it. It started to glow and emitted the sound of a chain snapping apart, much to Harry's surprise, Hermione's pleasure, and Ron's acknowledgement.

"…Well, it seems you were right, Hermione," Harry said, still surprise and growing more confused by the second. Hermione just smiled cheekily.

Ron sat on Harry's right and enthusiastically said, "Go on, open it now!"

Hermione bounced excitedly, "Yes! Let's see if anything changed!"

"Alright alright," Harry grinned. He took a pause in anticipation, for dramatic effect of course, and then opened to the first page. The first picture was a group family photo, as it was before. Except…

"Who is that?" Ron asked. There were no longer three people in the photo, but four. A young girl, no more than five or six, was being carried on James Potter's arm.

"Well," Harry said, "There's mum, and dad, and me, but I've never seen the little girl before."

"She's obviously related to you," Ron stated.

"I wonder why they kept her hidden…" Hermione mused.

The trio continued to look through the album, and the little girl kept popping up in photos previously there and brand new ones. Pictures of her as a baby in a quidditch jersey, a photo of Remus and Sirius on the couch with Harry in their laps now had her standing on the couch behind them, even a photo of Peter giving her a piggyback ride. Professional looking photos and candid shots, the mystery girl was a part of it all. On the last page, Harry lingered. It was a baby photo of him, all wrapped in a blanket. The little girl was holding him in her lap while sitting on the floor, not strong enough to hold him while standing and not noticing the picture was being taken. Instead her attention was on Harry, her eyes wide and her happiness clear. There was a caption now: Sarah Rose with her baby brother Harry James

"Harry…you have a sister," Hermione said in awe. Harry could only nod.

"….say Hermione. What were those initials in the will you couldn't figure out?" Ron asked.

Hermione was about to answer, but when the answer clicked in her head she immediately screamed and ran over to her papers. "That makes perfect sense! Sarah Rose Potter! Remus would pick someone he trusted that was still alive, who better than the eldest Potter! She's probably an adult by now. And, considering Sirius was your godfather it's safe to say Remus was hers. All we have to do Is contact her and -"

"-Hermione" Harry cut her off. He closed his eyes and clutched the album. "She's probably not even alive now," he said hopelessly. The sentence hung in the air like funeral bells.

There was a pause. Though her excitement was cut short, Hermione still persisted, "Remus wrote his will a month before the battle. If she had died that day, why would he make her Teddy's godparent several years after the fact?"

"So you think she's still alive?" Ron asked.

"If she was, wouldn't you have found her name already?" Harry countered.

"I also checked among the dead and didn't find anything. So if she is alive, which I do believe she is, then she must have changed her last name, if not her whole name."

"And why would she do that?" Harry asked.

"Easy, to protect herself," Ron said. Harry and Hermione looked at him confused. He continued, "The Boy Who Lived is both a famous and infamous tale throughout the wizarding world. Everyone knows who you were and what had happened since it happened, on all sides. You were hidden away for protection, but you couldn't be hidden forever. I don't know why there aren't any records at all of her or how she survived, but imagine if anyone knew that another child survived, one not of the prophecy. She'd be just as famous, but also just as in danger, if not more so. I doubt she'd be put with your father's family for that reason. And clearly they didn't want her with your mother's family, or with you. And if Remus was her godfather, he ran into hiding soon after. He may not have known she was alive at the time. Or maybe they wouldn't have let him have custody in the first place."

"Alright, so how do we find her?" Hermione asked.

"Maybe we can ask McGonagall. She was there that night. Or Hagrid. If anyone would know, it would be them." Harry said.

"We can send an owl to Ginny, instead of waiting until classes are out. See if she can ask them," Ron suggested. The others nodded and worked to write a letter to Ron's sister at Hogwarts. They shared their discoveries with the rest of the Weasleys when they returned to the Burrow, as well as to everyone involved with Remus Lupin's will.


Ginny, Julia, Becca and Luna had been pouring curiously and excitedly over Ginny's letter from Ron, Harry and Hermione since she opened it that morning during breakfast. They were huddled off to the side of the hallway discussing their plan. They decided to slit up; Ginny and Julia would talk with Headmistress McGonagall, while Luna and Becca would talk with Hagrid. They agreed and headed to where they needed to be, half of them headed outside and half to McGonagall's office. As Ginny and Julia rushed through the halls, they called out "Good morning, Professor!" as they speedily past Professor Evans. She smiled and called out good morning in return and continued for her classroom.