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All becomes clear – to Harry at least

But that doesn't mean he has to like it!

It was three weeks to the wedding, and Mrs Weasley was stressing out absolutely and completely. Not only that, but she had roped (or blackmailed in the cases of Fred and George) the rest of the Weasley's, and Harry and Hermione by extension, into helping with the Wedding preparations. It was even worse that Bill and Fleur's wedding. At least then, they'd had a year to plan it, not just a month.

Most occupants of the Burrow had taken to looking round corners for Mrs Weasley or Fleur (who seemed to be channelling all the enthusiasm she'd had for her wedding into this) were round the corner. Most suspiciously of all, this included the couple actually getting married.

Cat had been heard, on several occasions, expressing her regret that she couldn't just elope and, as she put it, "Be done with this entire stupid hullabaloo." However, no one truly believed her, as they had all been there the day that they had entered the Wedding Dress shop. It had been a humungous effort on the part of all those attended, that is everyone but Charlie, to get her out when the store closed.

Harry and Ginny regretted that they didn't have very much time to spend alone together, and had taken to going outside and talking around the lake about anything and everything.

Ginny would be returning to Hogwarts two weeks after the Wedding, and, after a lot of arguments with Mr and Mrs Weasley, so were Harry, Ron and Hermione. Though Harry no longer wanted to be an auror, to get his dream job, as a healer, he needed the NEWTs that were, luckily, the same that he had needed to be an auror. As he'd said to Ginny during one of their lake discussions "I've spent so much time in and around hospitals, I'm sure I'll feel right at home working in one."

Though he knew that it would be hard for him to get into any career, as he was a celebrity, he wanted to work and earn a living. And he was willing to put in as much work as he could.

Today, however, Ginny, Hermione, Tonks and a friend of Cat's from Hogwarts had all gone to get bridesmaid dresses (under the watchful eyes of Mrs Weasley and Fleur, of course). The happy couple were spending some time together, and the Weasley boys, under the very strict instructions of Tonks, had taken Remus to buy himself some decent dress robes. As he already had some, Harry had sneaked out of the trip as he suspected he would have been kidnapped in much the same manner as dear old Moony.

Alone, well pretty much alone, Harry had gone to sit by the lake to just spend some time thinking. And his present topic of thought was certainly something that needed a lot of thought.

Harry had always tried to work out mysteries that he was confronted with. And he had always seemed to encounter an awfully large amount. But, at the end of the day, the mystery was always solved. But that wasn't happening here. At all.

Catherine had always intrigued him. At first, he had put it down to her incredible likeness to Sirius, not only in appearance, but in mannerisms. But there was also, though it was incredibly hard to believe, her incredible likeness to … him.

Of course, it wasn't that she looked like him, but they were both orphans, both had looked to Sirius as an adopted father (though he actually was in her case), both spoke parseltongue, both had found their soul mates in the Weasley family…the list went on and on. Ginny had even commented that some of their facial expressions were similar. If he didn't know any better, he'd think they were related, but they couldn't be…could they?

For one thing, they looked completely different. But, a quiet voice in Harry's subconscious rose up, magic can change other's appearances. And there was the way that her hair and eyes changed and she talked about a spell wearing off.

Harry shook his head. It was impossible; he had no other relatives, other than the Dursleys. So she'd have to be his … sister. But that couldn't be right. Lupin had told him that his parents had been twenty when he had been born, and she was about six years older than him, wasn't she? But she had said her parents were very young when they had her, fourteen in fact.

No, no, someone would have told him of he had a sister, wouldn't they? People would have known. But not if they went to some effort to keep it a secret. After all, you should know more than anyone that people at Hogwarts always have secrets.

Feeling like hyperventilating, Harry sat on the grass and covered his face with his hand. This was not happening. Gripping onto the last straw, he thought of what Sirius had said about his parents not getting together till they were in their last year. But when he'd said it, Harry had been sure that he wasn't looking him in the eye. Remus had, but Sirius hadn't. And if Sirius had adopted her, then he would have to know, wouldn't he.

Oh crap, this was not good. This was really not good. Why couldn't he be normal, Harry couldn't stop himself from thinking. Normal people certainly did not suddenly discover that their deceased parents had had a child at fourteen, and not told anyone about it, before then uncovering them.

Oh Merlin. Harry took a deep breath. He was probably over reacting. But he had to ask. And, yes, she would probably laugh it off, but this was IMPORTANT! The next time he saw her, he had to ask her. And, as luck would have it, she was just walking by with her fiancée, arguing about arrangements for the reception.

A/N: All will be verified and exlained next chapter...And please review!