The Last Memory: Chapter 2
I'm so sorry for not updating state tests and trips have gotten in the way. Then my hard drive crashed and lost all my school work not to mention stories, Here you go. Once again, I don't own Harry Potter all of the credit and rights got to JK Rowling and her brilliance.
"Will someone please tell me what the bloody hell is going on?" Ron shouted as he dropped arms with Hermione. Harry was trying extremely hard not to think about what his two best friends were doing and why it had taken them nearly half of an hour for a walk that should've taken them near minutes with their ample knowledge of the secret passageways. Harry didn't have too much time to ponder this as the other Order members of whom Harry had sent messages to began to appear.
Harry led the silent group to the Room of Requirement, which after all survived the fire. Perhaps it was because the caster of the cursed fire. It was the thought of death that snapped Harry back into the reality of the meeting. Mrs. Weasley brought the chairs into a circle and gave Harry a supportive glance. Bill, Fleur, Ginny, Mr. Weasley, Charlie, George and many other Order members began to take seats around the room. Every eye was upon Harry. It was almost as if they were waiting for him to begin tap dancing on his head. All of the attention was really starting to bug Harry. He closed his eyes trying to concentrate and half expected to seep into Riddle's mind once again. It was prudent that Harry handle the situation causing minimal damage but Harry was very sleep deprived (as was everyone) and getting really hungry for that sandwich. On the other hand Percy did deserve a good explanation.
"Harry?" Ginny had one of those knowing looks as she spoke to him. It was as if she knew. Just like she knew at Dumbledore's funeral. Ginny would always be there for Harry. She would strong for him when he simply could not be. She gave him a look of understanding, and encouragement. With her confidence warming up Harry's heart and soul Harry was able to continue. He gave the room a sweeping look and saw Percy was getting uncomfortable. It appeared that Percy knew but needed someone to confirm it for him, with that Harry began to speak.
"Upon Professor Snape's death he left me memories of which helped lead to the downfall of Voldemort." A collective shudder was felt in the room. "But, there was a particular memory about me and…Percy." Harry took a brief pause but realized a breath too late that it was a horrible mistake. Harry realized in that moment that it would take a different kind of bravery to continue.
"On the night that Riddle tried to kill me he assumed that by killing my parents as well that he was killing off the entire Potter family. He was once again mistaken. There was one family member missing. I have a brother."
The room was deathly silent as everyone took in the news. Harry took this moment to collapse into a chair. The entire room stayed in a petrified state for what seemed forever. Even George didn't crack a joke. Finally, Hermione asked the question that everyone wanted the answer to but was to scared to ask.
"Who is your brother, Harry?"
"That would be me." For the first time in what seemed like ages Percy spoke. Harry surveyed everyone's reaction. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley seemed to be in on the secret, Hermione had a look of shock, Ron looked ready to pass out, Bill and Fleur just sat there looking like they had been transported into a world that was not their own.
George simply said "I have been telling you guys that Percy is not normal for ages."
The joke did not break the tension. Harry had only one thought, how did Percy already know? It was not only until Percy had begun to talk that Harry realized he said it out loud.
"I've known it more defiantly in the last couple of hours." Percy had stepped in for Harry and told the tale. "You see that Halloween, Lily and James, er Mother and Father had received a tip that some Death Eaters would try to come calling. Of course they did not know that You-Know-Who would actually be calling. So that night they sent me off with Remus."
"I remember it more clearly now. Remus had gone with me to pick up a costume for Halloween. We were in Diagon Ally enjoying an ice cream. I must have been eight years of age at the time. A strange silver object came in the shape of a Phoenix and spoke in a man's voice. It must have been Dumbledore's talking patronus. I remember apparating to the Burrow. The adults, probably members of the Order, spoke in hushed tones. Remus walked over to me and must have cast a memory charm. Everything went blank."
"Upon his death all the charms must have been lifted. It is all starting to make a little sense. I do have some questions thought. However, it is getting a little late in the night. We all could do with some sleep." With that Percy bolted for the door. Harry understood that his brother needed some time alone and he took went for the door. As Harry climbed into his four-poster bed Harry's mind whirled with a million questions. For tomorrow, Harry thought as he drifted off to sleep.