Wow, so I've been getting a lot more readers for this story since I started the 6th chapter. Almost 100 people have read this story so far. That may not sound like a lot to many people but to a person who's been a very…unsharing writer, that is a lot of people who like my story. I only ask that you guys pleeaaassseee tell me how to make it better than it is. I want to know what my readers want to hear! Also, I'm really sorry about the long wait, I'm training for a fencing and trying to finish CSIP work so I've been coming home too tired to write pretty much every day since my last update. I'll try to update more often!Okay, so, here goes the chapter where Harry finally finds out he has family. Which I know you guys have all been waiting anxiously for. Read on!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for some of the plotline, and Danny and Joey.

Dumbledore was pacing his office. He was well aware of the wrongness of what he had done all of these years. But it had been, what he thought at the time, the best option. But now, he had to face up to this. And it was not the looming possibility of Voldemort using James and Lily's girls as an incentive for Harry to cooperate. As all of them knew, once Harry met them, he would adapt and then be as attached to them as he was to Sirius. No, this was not what he was afraid of.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was afraid of the look that was going to be on the face of the child he was about to speak with. Because that's what he was. A child. A child who had been through so much in such a short time that he was wiser than many of the people around him. Emotionally stronger, than most of his peers. Despite what some in the current ministry might believe, the boy had the kindest heart Dumbledore had ever seen in all of his years teaching. Which is why, even though he was about to do a good thing, it broke his heart to think that he might be losing the student-mentor relationship that he had with Harry at the moment. In giving Harry a family, he himself was losing a member of his own.

With this thought weighing heavily upon his mind, he stepped towards the fireplace, already burning with the green flames of floo powder. Sirius had sent him a message 15 minutes before they expected Harry to be arriving. Sirius still was not all that happy with Albus. He didn't see this the way that Dumbledore had to. Like a chess game, move one, and all are affected. This is the way that things had to be, even if nobody was happy about it. Stepping through the flames, he landed almost silently in the living room of the Grimmuald Place. Ignoring the elf heads decorating the walls on his way to the kitchen, he stepped into the room where the order was about to wrap up a meeting. Meaning that he would have a few minutes before talking to Harry, though he noticed that the people assigned to escort Harry to the decaying mansion were already seated in various chairs around the table.

"Hello all, I hope the trip went well, Alastor?" He took his seat at the head of the table and turned to Alastor Moody.

"Small problems with complaints from the group," at this Moody gave a discreet look to his protégé in the far corner of the room, who gave him a defiant look back.

"Moody," Tonks interrupted, "If we had doubled back like you wanted to, we would have long since been frozen to our brooms."

He gave a non-commital grunt, like he knew she was right but he didn't want to admit it. "Anyway, the boy is safe upstairs. Although everyone could hear the boy shouting from three blocks away. Screams like a scolding mother." Many people in the room seemed to find this comparison funny, snickering quietly.

"Should I go get him, Dumbledore?" Molly asked quietly. They were all unsure how this was going to turn out. Knowing Harry, there would be no quiet and sensible discussion. There was going to be yelling, insults, and screaming.

Dumbledore paused to collect himself before answering Molly. "Bring down your son Ron, Hermione, and…Harry. Meeting adjourned." The people in the room took this as a sign to leave. Not all of them knew Harry personally, but from what they had heard of him, he didn't sound like the kind of person who would want a lot of people witnessing what was about to happen. They filed out of the room after Molly.

"WHAT EXACTLY DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING!" They heard Molly shout from the top of the stairs. She had caught all of the younger children eavesdropping again from what it sounded like. For the next five minutes they had to listen to Molly screeching about how they were all too young before dragging the needed children downstairs.

Ron POV

As soon as mum came upstairs we knew what she was coming up for. Or who was more like it. Either way I could tell that Hermione and I were both glad that Harry had a veritable reason to stop shouting at them. But we were also afraid of how he might react to all of this. He didn't exactly have a controllable temper .Especially shown from what they had just seen and heard.

Apparently, we weren't the only people who realized what was about to come. Fred, George, and Ginny escaped to their rooms as soon as possible. Harry looked slightly shocked at this, considering how eager they had been before to get more information on the Order. Then he must have quickly dismissed the thought because he followed Mum down the stairs quickly, as angry as he had been, or would be, he would always want more information. He would always want to know what was going on.

Hermione gave me an uneasy look as the four of us walked down the stairs. Neither of us knew how he was going to react to this. But however he did react, it wasn't going to be good.

Hermione POV

Oh Merlin, Harry is going to be so angry! I could tell once we started explaining that he knew we were leaving something out. I kept looking over at Ron nervously and I doubt there is a possibility that he didn't notice that. Harry knew us too well.

Oh dear God, here we are. Okay, Mrs. Weasley is opening the door. He is going to be furious. Okay, deep breath, relax. No matter what happens, Harry will eventually be happy. No matter how furious he might be in a few minutes.

Nobody's POV

Everyone in the room could feel the tension hanging in the air. You could cut it with a knife. All the people around the table were tense and stiff, like they were scared to move.

As Mrs. Weasley took her seat, we all sat down at the table. Harry smiled at Sirius and sat down next to him. Sirius gave him as best of a hug as he could when they were right next to each other. Ron and Hermione sat down next to them.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Ron, Hermione, Harry, Sirius, Remus, and Dumbledore. There was a very small amount of people in the room for such a large stress level. Dumbledore sat across from them all. Resigned to the fact that there was going to be a lot of anger directed at him for the moment. Dumbledore carefully reminded himself that to do this, he would have to look Harry in the eyes. He could at least do that much. But he would have to be careful and make sure that Voldemort was not listening into the conversation. True that as far as he was aware, Voldemort did not know of their mental connection yet, but he didn't want to take any chances. He gently slipped into Harry's mind and was not surprised to feel the very large amount of fury at this situation in general. Though what did slightly surprise him was the fact that the anger was 100% Harry's. This both upset him and cheered him, since he knew the reason behind the anger which was definitely directed at him. Steeling himself, he began the difficultly delicate conversation.

"Harry," He began, looking into the boys eyes, trying to convey his regret at not digressing this information sooner. "There is something very shocking that I must tell you. You will likely not be very happy with me, or many of the other people in this room. I beg you to keep your anger from disrupting the friendships that you have made so strong." When he saw that Harry was still looking angry, but listening intently and waiting for him to continue, he decided that he didn't need to delay it any longer, and tried to get it out in the simplest way he could think of. "You are not the last living Potter."

Harry's face was dumbstruck. Nobody could tell how he felt about this. He seemed to be trying to form something to say. "Wh…" he paused shortly, shaking his head to try and make his brain form full sentances. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, that you the third child of Lily and James Potter." Dumbledore said calmly, mot portraying the panic that he felt on the inside. "You have two elder twin sisters named Daniela and Johanna."

Harry sat in his seat quietly. His face seemed to take the form of many different emotions, though all in the room were waiting for the pending explosion. "But….how is that possible, how come nobody ever told me about them? Somebody had to have known." He seemed to look to Sirius and Remus when he said this, with a slight look of betrayal on his face.

Sirius also saw this and quickly formed an explanation. "We didn't know either, Harry." He looked to Dumbledore accusingly. "We thought they were dead, and not many people actually knew that they existed. We… well, me and Remus agreed that… since we thought they were dead, it would only upset you to know that they had existed."

Harry seemed to not think that this was a reasonable answer, but didn't want to get angry at Sirius, so he took a deep breath and continued asking questions. Reminding himself that shouting wouldn't get him answers any faster. "Why… why didn't anybody know that they were alive. Somebody would have noticed that there were two other little kids in Godrics Hollow."

Now that they all noticed that he wasn't going to start shouting until he got answers, they relaxed a tiny bit. Dumbledore once again took control of the conversation, wincing slightly when Harry's glare turned to him. "That would be where I come in. Sirius found both of the girls in the house trying to look after you. For their safety and yours, I had to separate you three. And I erased Sirius' memory of finding them. They met at Beuxbatons and have been providing for themselves since they left school. They live in your father's childhood home, The Potter Manor."

"And how, did this protect the three of us in any way?" Harry asked, shaking with fury.

"You are the only person protected by the blood wards that were set by your mother's sacrifice. If they were sent with you, then you would have been caught by Voldemort or his supporters when they realized that you were close by."

"What about Wormtail?" Harry asked, most of the people in the room looked shocked that they hadn't thought to ask this already. "If he knew about them, then why hasn't Voldemort tried to hunt them down yet?"

"Wormtail, as disloyal as he was, did not want anything bad to happen to Lily and James, he was just too weak to do anything other than follow the orders of Lord Voldemort." Dumbledore said. "Voldemort never asked about the girls, so Wormtail never told him anything about them. Even so, Johanna resents being his goddaughter."

"She's his goddaughter?" Harry asked.

"And Remus is Daniela's." Dumbledore answered, Remus smiled at Harry comfortingly from his seat. "Harry, for a long time, they were hidden from you for your own, and their protection. At this moment in time, I think you are of a state of mind where you can answer this question in whatever way you think will be the best. You can choose to say no and I guarantee you that they will hold against you no ill will. Would you like to meet Daniela and Johanna Potter?"

Harry POV

He didn't know how to feel about this. He should be screaming and storming around the room, as he had done before with Ron and Hermione. He should be accusing each and every person in this room of keeping things from him. And out of all of these, the thing that he should feel the most of, be absolutely sure of, was that he was furious with Dumbledore.

And yet…he wasn't.

He wasn't storming around the room. He wasn't screaming. He wasn't accusing anybody of anything…yet. And he certainly didn't know how he felt about Dumbledore at the moment. Although they all clearly expected him to start his ranting at any moment.

There was one thing that he was sure of though. No matter what they were like, who they were, any family he had left, he wanted to meet. That connection to his family he had craved for so long, could only be strained under the idea of ignoring the fact that he had sisters. His answer to Dumbledore's question was yes. That was certain.

And yet, he was still trying to decipher his emotions. Anger was in the back of his mind at the moment. He was mentally trying to figure out whatever he could before he started speaking again. He didn't know how he was supposed to feel. How are you supposed to feel when after 15 years of being alone, without your family…you were told that you weren't alone? That there was somebody else, coming from somewhat the same position that you were in. Harry couldn't decide what he felt at the moment, but he knew that the sooner he met them, the sooner this could be resolved.

"I…I want to meet them." He said quietly. Of course they all expected him to answer this way. "When can we go?"

"If you would like to, we can go now." They are anxiously awaiting my arrival to bring word of whether or not you would like to attempt a reunion with them." Dumbledore said. Harry nodded and left the room quickly, standing by the front door of the house and waiting for Dumbledore to take him to his family.

Everyone else in the room stood, ready to go with them. But Dumbledore shook his head. If there was one thing that he knew about Harry, it was that this was one thing that he wouldn't want an audience for. When some of the people in the room made attempt to protest, he raised his hand in a placating gesture. "You all know Harry better than anyone else. Will he want people there to witness this?"

Most people inhaled, as if trying to form another argument, then exhaled and sank slowly back into their seats. Mrs. Weasley looked calmed fairly quickly. But Ron, Hermione, and Sirius were not so easily swayed. Remus calmly pulled Sirius back into his seat and Bill and Mr. Weasley followed his lead, guiding Ron and Hermione back into theirs. All three of them still looked apprehensively towards Dumbledore as he left the room.

Harry and Dumbledore exited the house and stood on the front porch. Unnoticed by the muggles passing through the road. Dumbledore wordlessly offered Harry his arm, and Harry took it with a confused look. Until he started to feel the tube- like sensation of apparating. When he opened his eyes again (after a few deep breaths to settle his stomach) he looked up at the huge mansion in front of him and his jaw almost dropped.

"Place your hand on the gate Harry." Dumbledore said quietly. They wouldn't need Minnie to come open the door, Harry could open it himself since he had the Potter blood. Harry slowly walked forward and pressed his hand to the cold metal and watched as the gates opened slowly, like the ticking seconds of a clock.

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