A/N Hi all! This is my first story, I just wanted to make a fic where Harry has a normal-ish life and still finds happiness! Please let me know what you think I'd appreciate any reviews! And of course I own nothing and can't hold a candle to the amazing genius that created the world of Harry Potter. Enjoy!

"Harry! How on earth could you have hidden this from me! I thought we the cool kind of siblings who don't hide the biggest greatest secret of all time from each other!" Harry smirked at his sister's excited outrage and began to polish his new broom on the step of their front porch. "For the past 3 years you've just been crowing about your shmancy school but you couldn't be bothered to tell me that it's a school for witchcraft!"

"Sorry Lizzie mum and dad made my promise not to tell, it was for your own good-" It was the day before they left for Eliza's first year of Hogwarts. A few weeks ago Eliza got an acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding. This naturally lead to a long conversation with their parents where she found out that not only was she was a witch, basically everyone she knew was magical, that there was a whole magical world that'd been hidden from her all her life, and the fact that her parents were like rockstars in said world. It was a little much to take in. He knew because he had a similar experience two years ago when he turned 11. Turns out, his dad was not your ordinary cop he was an auror who had been a lead member in the order that defeated the most evil wizard of all time. No biggie.

"Yeah yeah mom and dad already gave me that bogus lecture about not wanting to raise us in the limelight or whatever. But you're my older brother, when I'm not annoying you to death you should've found a clever way to let it slip. Now you only have yourself to blame when I start telling all your friends about how you did ballet until you were 10."

Harry gritted his teeth and seethed, "For the last time, I only did that because mum didn't want you to have to dance alone, and don't think I've forgotten about how you wrote all those love letters to Justin Beiber."

"Oi! Knock it off you two, you'll have plenty of time to battle it out once you have a proper audience at Hogwarts."

Eliza and Harry Potter turned from their budding argument to see the man who was basically a second father to them stride over to the porch from the spot he presumably just apparated to.

"Snuffles!" Eliza squealed as she ran into the arms of her favorite adult. Sirius spun her twice and set her down.

"Congratulations lil Liz, now you can get to know how much funner I am than your parents! I was always against the whole raise 'em muggle idea, now that you got your wand I'll show ya a few ways to jinx your brother, or any Slytherins that give you trouble," Sirius beamed in excitement.

"Fantastic, Slytherins will be after my sister from day one." Harry frowned as the thought occurred to him.

"What's a slither-in?" Eliza asked cautiously. Harry rolled his eyes, his sister was going to need a lot of protecting.

Nearly five years later Harry, now a 6th year was starting to realize that Slytherins picking on his baby sister wasn't what he needed to worry about, it was the blokes. His sister was as beautiful as his mother except with long dark wavy hair rather than auburn locks like his mother. Needless to say, Harry had a lot of pressure from his father, Sirius, and Professor Lupin (he wasn't allowed to call him Moony at school) to protect Eliza from the entire male species. Harry's best mate Ron was struggling with the same situation.

"It's like she goes out of her way to date the slimiest git in school!" Ron complained right before he stuffed an entire chicken leg into his mouth.

"Ugh Ronald, would it kill you to close your mouth when you inhale your food?" Hermione groaned in disgust.

"If he did that he might forget to breathe, with all the energy he's using to remember to chew." Harry retorted.

With a pop a clean drumstick dropped to Ron's plate. "Fer da smertest gerl 'n schoo id's like oo don' e'en 'isten," Ron swallowed with a large gulp, "My sister, my bloody sister, is dating Dean Thomas! It's like she's got no respect for anything, do you realize that when they break up it going to ruin our chances for the cup? Ginny so spiteful she won't pass the quaffle to him, and Dean will play like trash because I'm going to jinx him myself. At least Harry's sister has enough sense to not date a fellow member of the quidditch team! Gin's going to ruin us all"

"Got that right." Harry muttered. Hermione gave him a quick knowing look before rolling her eyes and poking at her potatoes. Harry's sister was the same year as Ginny and just as popular; however, if she was seeing someone she was doing a good job at keeping it quiet. Last time Eliza Potter had a boyfriend Harry threatened to kick her off her spot as beater for the Gryffindor team and may have slipped a dung bomb in the bloke's book bag before his potions class. He was only slightly ashamed of sinking so slow, but honestly what had Lizzie seen in that snooty Ravenclaw prick.

"I mean someone ought to talk to her, get her to see reason. For the sake of the team, ya know?" Ron glanced between Harry and Hermione with a pleading look. "She won't listen to me I'm her brother but she might yeh know, take advice from her girl friend or a concerned captain?"

"No, no, absolutely not. I will not abet your pathetic attempts to be overbearing and oppressive." Hermione crossed her arms with a finality.

Shit, I guess it's up to me, Harry thought. He definitely did not want Dean and Ginny to continue seeing each other but he was less concerned about the well being of his team and probably more involved than he should be in his mates little sister's love life. He'd really started to notice her this year during tryouts because as captain he had to pick out the best talent. He'd certainly noticed Ginny's grace on the pitch… and everywhere else he saw her. But honestly, how would he feel if Ron started thinking Liz had the most heart wrenching smile he'd ever seen. Or that she was clever, and funny, and kind, and strong, and ambitious, and gorgeous, and everything that made his gut twist and his heart hammer. That would be wrong, so so SO wrong, to feel about a mate's sister. Not that he would know anything about that.. He was just worried about the team right? "I'll do it, for the team's sake."

"Oh thank Merlin, I'd do it myself but since you volunteered," Ron started in on a pile of pumpkin pasties while Hermione sighed and shook her head, "Just watch out Gins got a wicked bat boogey curse when she gets a temper."

The next quidditch practice Harry called Ginny and Dean aside to talk about the consequences of their relationship on his quidditch team. He thought about just having a one on one with Ginny but he was afraid if it was just the two of them she'd accuse him of saying she couldn't handle a inter-quidditch team relationship, which he very much hoped she could, just not with Dean. This way there was joint blame, wait, maybe he should have just talked to Dean and avoid Ginny's wrath entirely! Too late to correct himself they both landed next to him as the rest of the team started to head in.

"Good work today guys," Harry wanted to be optimistic before he dropped this bombshell but realized too late that that angle would only contradict what he was about to say. Ginny and Dean nodded expectantly not accustomed to being pulled aside to be praised, Harry was always honest with the team. He mentally cringed and began again "Err, but I think that this isn't working…"

Ron lingered on the pitch to wait for Harry a ways behind Ginny and Dean and gave him two thumbs up. Ginny glanced over her shoulder to see what had caught Harry's attention and turned back to him with a narrowed eyes.

"I'm starting to break in that new broom nicely don't you think Harry?" Ginny crossed her arms as she suspected this wasn't about the new school brooms McGonagall had purchased for the Gryffindor team. They weren't as flashy as the Nimbus 2001 Malfoy's father had bought to bribe his son a spot on the team but they were better than the beat up school brooms the first years learned on.

"Er-ah no, you're riding the stick just fine," Dean's smug face and Ginny's outraged look made Harry realize what he'd just said, "OH uh no that's not what I meant! I mean that your ball handling skills haven't suffered," Ginny's eyes bulged out of her head and Dean began to snicker uncontrollable. "AH NO I-I just mean y-you fly, you fly good still!" Harry stammer out pathetically.

"Harry if your finished babbling like an idiot I'd like to leave before I send my quidditch captain to the hospital wing with a oversize tongue." Her icey glare left Harry nodding helplessly. Dean's snickering was quickly silenced with the same gaze. "Common Dean, I think Harry's been flying too high looking for the snitch, we better give him time to recover his senses." With that Ginny stormed off with a smirking Dean in tow.

Harry stared wistfully after them. How could that have gone so wrong? What the hell was thinking? He's never going to listen to another brilliant idea of Ron's ever ag- "OUCH, bloody hell Ron what's that for?"

Ron punched him in the arm again before responding, "Really, you have to ask? Not only did you ruin my one way to get Ginny away from Dean but you called my sister a ball handler! Prat!" he exclaimed with another landing punch to the arm.

"Honestly Ron I didn't mean it like that!"

"Yeah well Hermione said one of the prefects caught Eliza snogging that Ravenclaw git in a broom closet last week."

"GAHH shut it, arse."

"Prick."

Harry sighed, "Come on lets go figure out a way to make sure our sisters aren't disgracing our families." Together they silently trudged up to the castle burdened with thoughts of their beautiful sisters who didn't want their interference.