Disclaimer: I do not own! Belongs to J.K. Rowling. Only Holly is mine.

A/N: NO FLAMES! Not accepted!

2nd A/N: Ok, so I've made Holly the same age as Fred & George Weasley. Two years older than Harry and Ron. I know that blows canon of Harry being an only child but many people have done the 'Potter sister' thing before, nothing new here.

Chapter Three – Harry

Third Year came fast. Second year had been just as exciting as first if a bit easier. But Third year would prove interesting. Holly would wait for the Twins on the Platform and then they'd find a spot of the train for together. This year, Lee had a giant spider with him so people crowded around that. Holly looked up this time as she heard Fred and George call her name; she smiled and spotted a boy a little further up the platform who looked around in awe of the platform.

"Hey Uncle Remus?" Her Godfather looked down at her, "is that Harry?" She pointed down the platform to the boy. Remus watched the boy for a minute then smiled softly.

"I think so, Holly. You make sure you look after him okay?"

"All right. I will. He's my brother, how can I not?" She giggled kissed her Godfather's cheek and followed Fred and George onto the train. They found a compartment but Fred and George got caught up helping Harry get his trunk on the train, Holly listened as they helped heave it onto the train. She poked her head out once and asked if they needed an extra set of hands.

"No thanks Holl. I think we've got it." Fred grunted as he helped George set the trunk in the luggage rack. Holly watched as Harry swept his sweaty hair back.

"Blimey…" Fred and George were a little in awe of Harry just seeing the scar on his forehead and they were in shock. Mrs Weasley called to the two and they were off the train again. Holly could watch them from her compartment about three or four down from Harry. She didn't want to sit too close. That would be weird. She watched as Ron, the youngest boy in the family, tried to fight his mother off as she tried to clean dirt off his nose. He was losing badly. Mrs Weasley was a strong woman and you didn't cross her. She was known for her temper. Holly had seen in during the summer. It was at Fred and George but it wasn't pretty.

"…not Slytherin eh? Are you sure? You could be great you know it's all here in your head…no? Well if you're sure…better be…" Holly held her breath, "GRYFFINDOR!" The cheer that went up was the loudest yet, the whole table was on their feet. The twins started a chant and Harry was able to slide in next to Ron and directly across from Holly and, another first year, Hermione Granger, who was chatting animatedly with Holly about her classes. Hermione was a Muggle-born witch and she seemed to want to be clever. She had read all the school books and she knew all about Hogwarts, which seemed she knew more than Holly did. The only thing she didn't know about were all the secret passages that Holly, Fred and George knew about from The Marauder's Map. But listening to Hermione was about as informative as listening to the Professors. Holly glanced at Harry and there was an instant connection. Harry knew it was there, nothing romantic obviously but just something. Like they already knew each other. Harry was sure he was going to find out what that was. Holly smiled at him and he returned it, feeling welcomed to Hogwarts, like he really belonged, because Heaven knows he wouldn't belong at the Public School he was going to be sent to if he was still with the Dursleys.

Harry sure did find out his connection to the pretty third year on his second day.

"Hey Potter!" Both looked up and Harry was startled, she was a 'Potter' as well. The boy who had said the name, Harry didn't know. He was burly looking third year and the girl, Holly, Harry thought she'd said her name was, stood up.

"What is Matthews?" She replied, her tone sharp, her hands on her hips.

The boy smirked, "Heard your brat of a baby brother is finally at Hogwarts." Brother? Baby Brother? No way. Harry had no idea he had sister! Why hadn't his Aunt and Uncle told him?

"So what if he is?" Holly snapped. The boy, Matthews, didn't seem scared at all.

"Well if he's anything like you he's gonna be a goner in Snape's class! Snape hates you potters."

"Harry is going to be fine in his classes, if you haven't noticed, Matthews, today is the second day of classes and Harry seems fine to me! But I forgot, you can't count!" Holly said, the third years looked down at Harry who wanted to hide at that moment. In the space of ten minutes, he'd found out he had a big sister, a protector of sorts, and he had been stood up for too by her and she knew nothing about him! This was insane! Was she famous like him? Apparently not anymore. Even if she was Hermione would be clinging to her and hanging off her every word, not that she wasn't anyway. Hermione had found out Holly was a Potter and she was hanging on every word she said absorbing it and storing it away for anything future reference if it was needed. Holly had a fan; in fact it seemed al the first Year Gryffindor girls. Parvati and Padma Patil, Lavender Brown and Hermione following her around and hanging on her every word. It was actually quite annoying really. Because Harry had lost count of the amount of times one of them had, except Hermione, had asked her to repeat her recount of the night her parents were killed. Being now 13 she knew who that man had been who had burst into her house and murdered her parents. Harry had heard it a million times, he knew that he had been loved and looked after but he had no idea that all that had happened, his memory recalled only the green light and sometimes manic laughter but mostly, green light.

"Holly?" Finally once most first years had gone to bed, Harry could get Holly by herself.

"Oh hi Harry. We haven't spoken much have we?" She said, she knew what he wanted to do so she indicated for him to sit and she waited for him to start.

"Did you know a lot about Mum and Dad?" He asked, Holly looked thoughtful.

"Well I was only 3 when they died. All I know is that dad looked a lot like you but with my eyes and Mum was basically the exact opposite. My Godfather, Remus Lupin, has told me a lot about them. He was a close friend of our parents when they were at school. So you know…it was kind of nice getting to grow up with him." Holly said then realized her mistake.

"Why did you get to grow up with a wizard and I had to grow up with Muggles?" Harry asked his tone a bit sharper.

"Harry, I wish I could say that you could live with us. But Professor Dumbledore won't allow it. If he would I'd have your things moved to our house in a flash. You'd be loved, looked after, you wouldn't have to do anything but help me with chores. It would be like a real family. Trust me I would if I was allowed to. But maybe you could come home with me for Christmas. Would you like that?" Holly asked knowing the answer before it was given.

"Sure!" Harry was delighted he would be going somewhere for Christmas. Holly knew he'd like that. Harry would have a real Christmas. He'd have real presents and real amounts of food and yes, he'd help with the washing up too. But it would be fun as well. Fun like a real family.

Christmas didn't come fast enough. But once it came Harry was so excited, he went home with Holly to the house she lived in with Remus and he was welcomed like an old friend. Remus was very welcoming. It was like being welcomed back after a long holiday. He got his own room with a nice bed and nice sheets and heaps of space, his room was next to Holly's and when he woke there would be the smell of bacon in the air, he'd go down expecting to be told to cook it only to have Holly smile at him and put him down at the table to eat before Remus and holly would join him. A tall glass of fresh orange juice was placed down in front of him too. Harry loved it. Christmas morning was a little different, when Holly woke Harry she told him to be very quiet and they went down stairs. When Harry whispered to her about why they had to be quiet she told him that she didn't want to wake Remus before absolutely necessary. They sat in the kitchen eating breakfast until 9:30am when Remus emerged looking a little worse for wear.

"Are you all right Remus?" Holly asked, leaving off the 'Uncle' part. Harry watched as Remus cracked his neck and back in several places.

"I've been better Holly. But Merry Christmas!" He said, Holly sat him down and gave him a coffee and, to Harry's surprise, instead of toast a small portion of a block of Chocolate.

"Honeydukes Finest." She smiled. Remus returned it. At 10am they were surrounded by wrapping paper and presents. Harry had been sent a 'Weasley' jumper as had Holly too. Holly's was a deep purple and Harry's was a deep maroon colour. Along with a things from their other friends. It was a wonderful day for Harry. When he and Holly set about doing the dished somehow it ended in a water fight and both flicking soapy water at each other and Holly shrieking in laughter. Remus just watched shaking his head slowly. He was happy that even after 10 years apart they could still have fun together. It was like they had never been separated. He listened to them talking that night too as they sat in Holly's room.

"I don't want to have to go back to the Dursleys in the summer. They're so horrible. It'd be much nicer here." Harry said.

"I know Harry. I don't want you to have to go back to them either, but they are family." Holly told him softly. Remus knew she must have hugged him.

"Well they'd be much happier if they still didn't know me. I don't understand why couldn't I just live with my godfather?" Harry asked. Holly withdrew breath sharply. She knew the rumours.

"Well Harry, it's complicated. It would make more sense maybe when you're a bit older." Harry nodded, he knew what she meant, it was going to be hard to wait and wonder but he'd have to wait. Hopefully he and Holly would just get closer and closer as they schooling went on and on.