Harry's Point Of View

I knew immediately who she was. I mean, how could I not? She looked exactly like our mum, except…except the eyes. Her eyes were the same tinted hazel that I'd seen in pictures of my dad. She stood there in a light green jumper, a small dirt smudge on her left cheek. Ron had mentioned they played Quidditch and she was a natural, much like myself, much like our dad.

"Harry…" she said breathlessly. Our eyes stayed locked. She was all I had thought about for two days. I had a family. She and I could make each other whole. We had both lost the same parents to the same evil. We both had that mark left on us at a young age. Naturally I was upset at first that we'd been split apart, that she'd remembered my existence when I could barely piece together memories of a small ginger haired girl. But it didn't matter. When Gwen walked into the room, looking much like my father herself, and told me who she was, I felt myself have hope. Even more hope, if possible, then when I had met Sirius this past June. It seemed, after so long of not having any real family, I suddenly had an Aunt, Uncle, and cousin who cared about me. I had a godfather who would risk his very soul to reach and protect me. And…most importantly I had a sister who knew…knew beyond what anyone else could, exactly how it felt. As I stepped forward and got a better look at her, a memory suddenly flashed into my mind. It was old…very old, and almost gone. My first word.

"Rin…"

Rin's Point of View.

We observed each other for a few seconds before he stepped forward.

"Rin…" he said, as if he almost remembered. Tears welled up in my eyes as in the same moment we took off after the other and embraced in what was our first hug in thirteen years.

"I'm sorry I left! I'm sorry I left you with those muggles, Harry! If I'd known! I would have gone with you!"I cried as sobs filled my chest.

"I remember! I remember you! How could I have forgotten you? I'm sorry I forgot! I'm so sorry!" he cried as well. I heard a shallow sob from over by the couch. Harry and I stepped back and looked over to see Mrs. Weasley blowing her nose into a handkerchief. Hermione was fanning herself as she and Ginny, too, began to tear up a little.

"Are you good, are you healthy?" I asked looking at him. He chuckled.

"Yeah. I'm great. I'm loads better now." He smiled.

"God you look so like dad." I observed looking at him up close.

"I could say the same about you and mum." He replied cheekily.

"I'm sorry I couldn't do anything, Harry. I really am. I'm here now. I'll make those muggles run for the bloody hills if they ever lay a finger on you again." I vowed. He smiled.

"I've got my own methods of keeping them at a distance. But yeah, thanks. I think I'm going to like having a big sister." He replied.

"Careful what you say. You're stuck with me now." I teased.

"Now that the women folk have brought down their tears to a minimum-"

"-and the emotions have landed their broomsticks-"

"-Fred and I want to know-"

"-did he eat it?" asked the twins coming on either side of me.

"Yeah! What was it anyway?" asked Harry straightening up.

"Ton-tongue toffee." Beamed Fred, putting an arm around me.

"Fred and I invented them." Added George, putting the other around me.

"I thought they could use a very deserving testing dummy." I supplied. Harry beamed and chuckled. Everyone else in the living room and kitchen laughed as well.

"Brilliant." He said before Mrs. Weasley stalked over to us.

"You. Did. NOT." Gaped Mrs. Weasley at her twin sons, completely oblivious, it seemed, to the fact that I had orchestrated the whole thing. A second later as if on cue, Mr. Weasley stepped out of the fireplace.

"What did you give that muggle boy?" he demanded looking at Fred and George who simultaneously crossed their arms.

"Nothing." They said at the same time. Harry and I stood back as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley marched up to the twins.

"It wasn't funny, Fred! What on earth did you give him?" asked Mr. Weasley again.

"It wasn't my fault he ate it. I dropped it. It was an accident. You saw that for yourself. If the miserable prat wanted to eat something he wasn't supposed to, then that's his business." Said Fred confidently, and quite convincingly. I knew he wouldn't bring me up in the whole plot.

"It was on purpose. You knew he was on a diet!" accused Mrs. Weasley.

"How big did his tongue get?" asked George, not even trying to hide his eagerness.

"It was rounding on four feet before his parents would let me near him. It's not funny. Torturing muggles isn't funny" Said Mr. Weasley visibly fuming as his ears turned red. So it was a family thing after all.

"We didn't give it to him because he's a muggle. It's because he's a stupid git who can't help but bully Harry every chance he gets." Said George.

"That's not the point. What you did is illegal. I work campaigning against the mistreatment of muggles for most of my life, and my own sons…my own sons-"

"Do something as abhorrent as this." Finished Mrs. Weasley. "If this has to do with Weasley's Wizard Wheezes again then you are both in serious trouble!"

"Come on, Harry, how 'bout you meet Bill and Charlie," said Ron, "and get away from the scary people."

"Ronald-!"

"I meant Fred and George, mum!" he said quickly. Harry looked at me expectantly.

"I'll be along in a second. Go, we'll head upstairs in a bit and catch up." I said smiling. It was nice, the way he looked at me. As if I were going to vanish suddenly. Having him back in my life…I felt complete.

"We'll come along, too, then?" said George making a move to the door.

"You stay where you are!" ordered Mrs. Weasley.

After escaping the loud row downstairs, Harry and I made our way up to Ron's room for some privacy. He'd told Ron and Hermione that they'd talk about some things later. The three of them were so in sync with each other that it was quite astonishing to watch. It was almost as if they shared a mind, or spoke a language the rest of us couldn't interpret.

We sat on the floor of Ron's room silently, just smiling slightly at each other as the ghoul in the attic pounded away on the pipes.

"So you're a seeker?" I asked. "That's noble. Not quite as active as a chaser though." He scoffed playfully.

"I let my firebolt do some of the work." He said, to which I raised my eyebrows.

"A firebolt, huh? Who gave you that?" I asked.

"My godfather." Said Harry hesitantly. I looked at him surprised.

"Uncle Remus bought you a firebolt? I'm in shock. He usually can't afford new robes let alone-"

"Wait. Uncle Remus?"asked Harry.

"Well yeah. Remus Lupin. He's our godfather. He's the one who urged Dumbledore to get us back together." I answered looking at him with confusion pretty clear on my face.

"He's not my godfather. Erm…That would be another one of mum and dad's friends." Said Harry nervously. Suddenly I remembered what Hermione and I had talked about briefly the day before.

"Sirius Black?" I asked. He looked clearly in shock.

"How did you know?" he asked.

"Just a hunch. But…but I thought he-"

"He's innocent. I met him in June. It's a long story." Harry explained what had happened this past year, starting with the real reason Sirius Black broke out of Azkaban and what had transpired in the Shrieking Shack.

"So…So Peter Pettigrew…He's why they're gone? He's why they're dead?" Anger pumped through me, before I looked at Harry and regained some composure, "I'll tell you one thing Harry. You're a better person than I am. I would have killed him myself."

"Believe me, he's not worth it. On a separate note I've been corresponding with Sirius. It's nice. Someone who knew mum and dad, you know? But you've had Gwen and Lupin for all that, so you know what I mean." He said swatting away Ron's pygmy owl.

"Yeah I know what you mean." I replied. I thought of mum and dad for a brief moment, wondering if they could see us now.

"Speaking of Gwen and Sirius, I dunno if you know or not, but apparently they had quite the relationship back at Hogwarts." Said Harry with a smirk. I gaped at him. The thought of Gwen- careful, calculating, well mannered Gwen- with someone as wild and unpredictable as Sirius Black just didn't make sense.

"Are you sure? Did Sirius say something?" I asked.

"Yeah. Apparently they split around the time they left school. I guess she was married soon, and well, as he put it, he, 'messed up one too many times for her to,' take him back." Said Harry.

"Come to think of it…I do remember seeing someone's head blown off in most of Gwen's pictures from back then. Maybe it's Sirius." I commented.

"I wouldn't doubt it. He wants to meet you. Write to you at least." Said Harry.

"I'd like that," I said smiling, "I'm sure you can imagine how happy I am to have you back."

"I really can if it's anything compared to how I've felt the past two days. I can't imagine how hard it was for you all these years to have to stay away. I could barely control myself not go hop on my broom and fly over here." Said Harry with a soft look on his face.

"It was dreadfully hard. I still have nightmares about that night." Harry's face became more alert when I said that.

"You…you get them too?" asked Harry. My worst fears confirmed, learning that Harry had them too made my stomach sink.

"Yeah. Dad yelling. Mum screaming. A bright green light. The house exploding…I was shut in the hall closet, you know. I guess now I know it was Sirius who found us. It wasn't until the house was destroyed that I saw them. I'm glad you didn't. And you…you had a large cut on your head," I said looking at the scar, "It was the worst night of my life."

"What I don't understand, Dumbledore pointed this out, I don't understand why dad didn't have his wand." Said Harry pensively. I thought back to that night and then it dawned on me. It was my fault.

"We were playing. A dragonfly…he, he made a dragonfly fly around the room. And when…when he heard him coming he threw it down and put me in the closet. He didn't have it because he was busy hiding me." I said wiping away a treacherous tear.

"It's not your fault," said Harry, "With or without it…dad still-"

"-he might've had a chance," I said shaking my head, "Our father was brilliant. He could've had a chance." Harry moved across the floor and sat next to me, putting his arm around my shoulders.

"I don't blame you in any way, for anything. So I'd appreciate it if you didn't blame yourself either." He said softly. Harry didn't blame me. He didn't hold anything against me or resent me in any way for anything. As long as he held to that, I could live with myself, even if we had to live without our parents.

"Thank you, Harry." I said hugging him.

"Anytime," he said before we heard clattering coming from the kitchen, "maybe we should head down for dinner." Before we left the room I stopped him.

"Erm, Harry…There's one more thing I kind of wanted to talk to you about. You see…" I started off rather awkwardly. How was I supposed to talk to my little brother about this? "Well over the course of my stay here…Fred and I have grown rather fond of each other. And I realize I'm just coming into your life now, and you may need time to adjust to that. So if you have any problem with me and Fred dating, just say so and I'll lay off for a while." He stared at me with his head cocked to the side for a bit- something I knew for a fact we'd both inherited from our mum. He started laughing.

"Rin, if you want to risk your mental health, and date Fred, that's on you." He teased. I beamed back at him and tousled his hair.

"Thanks, baby brother." I smiled as we walked back down to the kitchen. Fred would surely take kindly to this piece of news, especially after yet another argument with his parents over his plans for after Hogwarts.

"Rin, just one thing?" said Harry before we approached the third landing.

"Shoot." I said looking at him.

"What's Weasley's Wizard Wheezes?"