AN: Here's Chapter 9 everybody! Sorry it took so long! I had an assignment in English to do, which I had to devote all my time to. It's probably going to be like that every month or so. I'll try to get a bunch of chapters up in the next week or two, but I can't make promises! Thanks for all the amazing reviews! Sorry for grammatical errors of any kind. I'm going to try and get a Beta soon, so hopefully those errors will soon disappear. Anyway, READ AND REVIEW PLEASE! Thanks!

"What happened?" Harry asked.

"Well, I didn't leave Russia for another three months. So everyone's sentence had been carried out by then. Kingsley gave me four months of vacation time since he knew I would be looking for my parents. I knew that their last name was Wilkin and that they lived in Sydney. That was all though. I decided to look in a phone book. How many Wilkins could there be, right? Well, let's just say all the Wilkins took up about two whole pages of the phone book." I chuckled darkly. "I had to trail each one to find out if it was them. Then I got to the last couple."

FLASHBACK

I was walking down their street. The street that just HAD to have my parents living on it. I look at the piece of paper in my hand. It was a page torn out of the phone book. Every name was crossed out on this page except for one. I find the number of their home and stand out on the sidewalk in front of it.

They lived in a little white home. It had a wrap around porch, and it looked like it also had an attic. It also had a giant weeping willow in front. It made me think of the Whomping Willow, who was burned down during the battle of Hogwarts. In the Whomping Willow's place stood a much younger one, that in about 50 years, would be the same size as the old one.

Before walking up to the door, I checked my Muggle cell phone for the date. Tomorrow is supposed to be my last day of vacation. I look back at the house. It looks oddly vacant. I knock on the door. There is no answer. 'Maybe they didn't hear me knock.' I think to myself. I knock again, louder this time. Still no answer.

'Odd. They usually don't go anywhere together until the evenings.' I frowned. I decided I would just go in. I turned the knob of the door, which was surprisingly unlocked. I opened it a crack and called, "Hello? Anybody home?" Once again, no one answered.

I opened the door further and stepped inside. Everything looked normal. I walked through the house and noticed a lot of things needed dusted. Which was odd, because my mother wouldn't let anything get dirty normally. I noticed pictures on the wall. They were of my parents and a little girl that looked like me, which also didn't make sense.

I walked out of their house, closing the door behind me. I decided to go next door to see if the neighbor knew when they'd be home. I came up to their door and knocked. It opened and a girl that looked to be about 17 stood before me. She took one look at me, then turned, and called out, "Ariana! I think it's for you!" She turned back to me and said, "Just a minute." Then she walked down the hallway.

I stepped inside and closed the door. When I turned back around, a girl that looked exactly like me when I was five stood before me. Her eyes were as wide as saucers.

"Who are you?" she asks.

"My name is Hermione Granger. Who are you?" I already knew her first name, but I'm hoped she would tell me her last too.

"I'm Ariana Wilkins. Are you related to me or something? You look kind of like me." she said.

"Well, Ariana, I might just be your sister. What happened to your parents?" At this, she froze. When she spoke again, she was barely above a whisper.

"I KNOW what happened. They don't believe me. They think I'm crazy. They made me go to a psychiatrist." she said, more to herself. I became really worried about what she was saying. I got on my knees and put my hands on her shoulders.

"Ariana, please. Tell me what happened." I pleaded.

She looked at the ground. "You wouldn't believe me. You would tell me I need to see a doctor."

"I promise you I will believe. I'll even tell you a secret, but you have to tell me about them first. Okay?" I was getting desperate now. She studied me for a minute, choosing what she would do. She spoke again after a few minutes.

"Well, I was watching a movie with my Mum and Dad about a month ago. Someone knocked on the door. I answered it. They said they needed to talk to my mummy and daddy, so I let them in. I had to go to the bathroom right then, so I left them to talk. As I was coming out, I saw Daddy fall. I thought he might have passed out, but I stood there frozen. The people that made Daddy fall pointed sticks at Mummy and something green shot out of the sticks. Then Mummy fell. The people didn't notice me, and then I heard a bunch of POP's and the people had vanished out of thin air. I ran to Mummy and Daddy to wait for them to wake up, so we could finish the movie. I sat there all night. The next morning Mummy's friend came to see her and I told her the story. When she saw them, she ran to them and put her head on their chests. Then she started crying, and she told me they were dead." Ariana said.

I fell back and sat against a wall. My parents were dead. Killed by wizards. After clearing their memory, they were still found. I couldn't cry, not in front of the little girl I had officially deemed my sister. That made me wonder about Ariana. What if she was a witch?

"Ariana, do strange things besides this ever happen to you? Something you couldn't explain how happened?" I asked.

"Yes. One time, Mummy's hair turned bright pink right before my eyes. And another time, a boy at school stole my cookie, and then it turned into a pickle." Her nose wrinkled at the last word. "Can you tell me your secret now?"

"Yes. Ariana, you're not crazy. I have one of those sticks too. They're called wands." Ariana's eyes got wide with fear. I knew what she must be thinking. "I'm not going to hurt you!" I said a little too loudly. The girl that answered the door came running back in here.

"What's going on?" she shouted. She hid Ariana behind her legs, and I stood up.

"This lady says she's my sister." Ariana said.

"Ariana was an only child. That's impossible." She said to me. My mind was racing. I had to come up with a logical explanation as to why they wouldn't know about me. Then I got an idea.

"People were after me. My parents got in an accident caused by these people and were put in the Witness Protection Program. Their last name was changed to Wilkins and they were moved here. In their accident, they lost a lot of their memory. They didn't know who I was. I left them so they wouldn't get hurt anymore. Now that the people were gone, I was going to come and see them. I had planned on just getting to know them like their friend, not their daughter. I get here, and I find that the people after me had already gotten my parents. They had still found them." My eyes started watering. This was practically the truth.

"Where are your parents?" I asked the girl guarding Ariana from me.

"My mom will be home soon. You can tell her your story. Oh look. There he is now." She said, looking out the window next to the door. I moved out of the way and the woman came in. She didn't even notice me at first. When she did, I launched into my story again. When I was done, she looked at me, contemplating what to do. I held my breath until she spoke. Thankfully, that wasn't too long.

"I guess there's only one thing we can do to see if you're telling the truth."

"And that is?" I asked.

"You and Ariana must get a DNA test."

I smiled. I'd need to call Kingsley. I don't think I'll be going home tomorrow, I thought.

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