(A/N: Lots of dialogue BTW. Thank you for anyone who is still reading this. Life is so hectic sometimes but I have not given up hope at all.)
Mallory 2017
As Mallory sat waiting for her supposed brother to walk through the door of the diner, she spent the idle moments pushing fries around on her plate. Her heart was racing faster than normal and she couldn't stop fidgeting. When she looked up, she saw the dark haired boy looking at her.
"Hi!" He said exuberantly.
"Whoa, where'd you come from?"
"It's called Apparition. You can transport yourself anywhere in the space of a few seconds."
"Teleportation."
"That's the muggle term for it."
"Oh. So is it true that you're my brother?"
"I think so."
"You think so?"
"Yes. I was given a letter by someone I trust, and the incident happened on a night when only this could have happened so I believe it. You look just like me! Don't you see the resemblance?"
"Sort of."
"You look like our mother Lily, but you have Dad's hair – like me."
"This is weird."
"I know."
"So I was kidnapped when I was a baby?" She says, trying to piece together the remnants of what she heard.
"You were saved by someone. They didn't want you to be hurt and they were going to try and save me but they had to make sure you were safe before they came back for me. That's why I stayed. Our parents were trying to hide us, but there wasn't enough time for me. Making sense?"
"Not really but go on. What did we need saving from?"
"Okay, now this is the most important detail. In the wizarding world, there is an evil wizard in every sense of the word evil. His name is Voldemort."
"What?"
"I can't say it again. There was a prophecy that a Potter baby would defeat him one day and he wanted to destroy any chance of his demise, so that night when we were one, he came to our house and murdered our parents. Without blinking."
"How?"
"The killing spell."
"What is it?"
"I can't say it out loud, it's an unforgivable curse. It's illegal."
"So what he kills our parents and runs off?"
"No he tried to kill me but it rebounded on him."
"So he's dead."
"It's complicated."
"Dead is dead."
"Not with him. There's so much you need to know."
"Look, your red headed friend gave me this book. I think it's a picture album but everything is moving. So, I looked at it and I found the letter, and still pictures… of myself."
"They were in the envelope."
"Why? I mean, why, after all this time?"
"You should know that you're in danger just by being alive. If the Dark Lord found out about you it would be disastrous."
"I'm not sure I believe you."
"You have to."
"How? You come here and start spouting off about magic and danger and you expect me to be cool about it. It doesn't make any sense!"
"Mallory, it does though. You can do magic, you do things that don't make sense every day, don't you?"
"Harry, I'm not ready for this. I don't even know what you're saying anymore. What kind of danger am I in?"
"You're not safe anymore. This wizard, he and I share thoughts somehow, like he can manipulate my mind and now he knows about you. He knows that we know each other and I want to protect you."
"How is that possible?"
"There is one option. That you come with me to the wizarding world and that way The Order can protect you- you'll stay with the Weasleys or even come with me or both. But it's important that you go somewhere that magically protected. It's a necessity."
"I'm in school!"
"So am I, but school can wait. This is bigger."
"Mallory? Hey! What's this about school?" Dr. Lance Sweets was suddenly standing above them with a perplexed smile fixed on his face. It was easy to tell that he was formulating a psychoanalytical speech in the same moment.
"Sweets! Hi, this is my…. friend Harry." Mallory ushered the introduction swiftly, ignoring the blank stare from Harry as she left out that he was her brother. It was really only that she didn't want to get into the drama when she hadn't figured it out yet.
"You look so familiar, Harry" said Sweets, who had taken a seat next to Mallory.
"I'm her brother. Her real brother." Harry certainly didn't waste time in making a moment awkward.
"Ugh, I wish you hadn't told HIM that." She started to groan.
"Mal, this is your brother?" Sweets, for the first time in the conversation, started to look concerned.
"Yes, I think so. We were catching up, that's all. Harry, this is a family friend slash the FBI psychologist that works with my mom and dad. My adoptive parents." Said Mallory.
"It's very nice to meet you." Harry replied.
"Would you excuse us? Mallory? Outside."
"OK, but Harry, don't disappear okay? I'll be right back." Mallory walked outside with Sweets, it was warm with the hint of a storm coming but it hadn't started to rain yet.
"What's wrong, Sweets?"
"Are you ready for this?"
"For what?"
"Mal, it's a big step meeting your birth family, with long term repercussions that you may not even know now."
"He sought me out, he's been looking for me!"
"I just, I care about you Mallory. I know how long you've wanted this."
"I'm okay. You're right, I have wanted this a really long time and it's here now. I'm not letting it go. Not letting Harry go."
"What about your family? Brennen? Booth? Parker? The Hodgins? Cam? Me? We're your family too."
"You always will be but I need to know him too." She shoved past him and once Harry saw her, she nodded and they took hands. In a second, they were gone.