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 Four – Holly Potter the Perfect Prefect

"Prefect?" Holly repeated as she read over her letter from Hogwarts. She had expected to be made a prefect. She pulled pranks all the time with Fred and George, sure they never got caught but still. Prefect? No way. She showed Remus and he told her that he'd been prefect along with Lily in their fifth year.

"You're just like your mother Holl. Nothing to worry about." He said, "by the way, I got a letter form Hogwarts as well. I'm going to be taking the post of Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor. So things will be a little-" Holly's face lit up and she hugged him tightly.

"Brilliant!" She cried.

"I was going to say different, but brilliant works too." He said hugging her in return, "you can't get special treatment Holly. No favouritism. I'll be Professor Lupin and you'll be Miss Potter. I'm sorry Holly but even if we're as good as family, I can't favour you. It'll make the other kids feel unfairly treated." Holly nodded she knew that. She just knew this year was going to be better though. Because the other Defence Teachers hadn't exactly covered all manner of dark creatures. Her Godfather would.

It was just a day later when Holly got a letter from the Ministry of Magic. One that told her Harry had 'blown up' his Aunt Marge. Whom Holly knew was no relation to them at all, but still Harry had been told to call her Aunt Marge. Holly rolled her eyes as she scanned the part that said he'd run away from his Aunt and Uncle's house in Privet Drive and had arrived at the Leaky Cauldron a little later via the Knight Bus, sighing she showed Remus the letter and he agreed to let her go to the Leaky Cauldron to spend the last of her few days before school there. Holly packed her trunk up and was ready to Floo to the Leaky Cauldron when she turned back to Remus.

"I'll see you on the train Uncle Remus." She said she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and said clearly.

"Leaky Cauldron!" Before she disappeared.

"Oh Miss Potter! What a pleasure. Your brother is in Room 11." Tom said as she appeared no doubt in the middle of preparing dinner, judging by the warmth of the kitchen.

"Room 6 still free?" She asked stepping out of the kitchen fire with her trunk and her owl cage. Tom nodded and she winked at him before going upstairs. First to dump her things in the small room she had roomed in when she'd been here the summer before with Remus. He had been in room 7 and they had easily been the best customers for Tom. He'd promised that each summer he'd keep Room 6 free for her. After putting her things in there and opening the window so her owl, Pandora, could fly in and settle in the room, she went upstairs and knocked on Room 11's door. It opened a few seconds later to reveal Harry. Holly had her best what-did-you-do look in her face and her hands on her hips.

"Hi Holly. Come in. Sorry for the noise." Harry said, he was running ideas through his head as to why she was here but he had an idea.

"Harry…what did we discuss about controlling your temper. I know you hate Aunt Marge, from what you've told me I would too, but you have to control your temper around her."

"She insulted Mum and Dad." He said sitting down on the bed. Holly sat down next to him and put her arm around his shoulders.

"Look, you know Mum and Dad were great people. I know that, you know that. Harry…you need to do what I'd do. Shut it out. Ignore what she says. Just think about things that make you happy. Quidditch, Hogwarts, Ron and Hermione, me." She added the last word as an afterthought.

"Afterthought for the older sister." Harry smirked, Holly nodded.

"Yeah I'm nothing special."

"Are you kidding? You're my only link to a real family!" Harry said, "Holly? What do you know about Sirius Black?" Holly swallowed. Harry godfather. He'd been put in Azkaban because it was believed that he had been the Potter's secret Keeper. Now Holly had done her research. It would seem the obvious thing to do wouldn't it? Have your most trusted friend as your Secret Keeper. But they'd change at the last minute. Holly remembered that. She'd been 2 and her parents she'd heard them talking after they put Harry to bed. That they were having second thought about having Peter as their secret keeper. James said he'd always been weak and easily corrupted. Holly bit her bottom lip as the memories swirled in her head.

"I don't trust him anymore Lily. Peter was always the one who could be corrupted to giving up our secrets and he's weak. I mean it would be easy for Voldermort to get our position out of him. We should have stuck with Sirius."

"James, do you want our son to grown up knowing that his parents didn't trust one of their friends enough but trusted his Godfather enough to have him killed just so we can live? I'm sure Peter will be fine."

"Holly?" She was jerked form her thoughts by Harry's voice.

"Sirius Black, you say?" Harry nodded, "Erm…well…it's complicated. Sirius Black is a murderer you know that right?" Harry nodded, "and that's he'd escaped from Azkaban which is physically impossible to do." Another nod, "well…let's just say that what they say isn't true. If anyone tells you that he's after you, it's not true. Sirius is your Godfather Harry. No one believes that he'd after anyone else but you. He loves you Harry. Always did, loved me too. Just believe me when I say. He's after someone, but it's not you or me." Holly said. She kissed his cheek and got to her feet. She left him with his thoughts.

The next morning Holly stepped out of her room to see a rat being chased by a cat. Nothing original there, but as she met Harry in the corridor they both made their way out to dining room. The voices they heard made Harry smile.

"I'm warning you Hermione, keep the bloody beast of yours away from Scabbers or I'll turn it into a tea cosy!" Ron sounded ready to strangle Hermione, let alone change Crookshanks.

"It's a cat Ronald what do you expect? It's in his nature." Hermione snapped in return, adjusting her hold on Crookshanks, who turned out to be large Orange cat.

"A cat! Is that what they told you? Looks more like a pig with hair if you ask me!" Holy silently agreed with Ron, it was a rather abnormally large cat.

Hermione let out a mirthless laugh, "That's rich coming from the owner of that smelly old shoe-brush! It's all right Crookshanks just ignore the men little boy." Hermione cooed as she patted Crookshanks gently.

"Harry!" Ron said as he saw him. Hermione spun around.

"Harry!" She seemed oddly embarrassed by being found to be arguing with Ron over something so trivial as a cat chasing a rat.

Holly was sitting next to Hermione as Ron told them all about Egypt. Even showed them the slipping from the Daily Prophet. It was then the rest of the Weasley clan came downstairs.

"Not flashing the clipping about again are you Ron?" Fred said as he snatched the clipping up from the Table top.

"I haven't shown anyone!" Ron replied, with a whining tone to his voice.

"No, not a soul!" George teased.

"Not unless you count Tom-" Fred began.

"-the day maid-"

"-the night maid-"

"-that bloke who came to fix the toilet-"

"-and that wizard from Belgium!" Fred finished. Holly supressed the urge to giggle at their sentence. They had a knack for doing that.

"Hey Sparks!" Fred said dropping down beside Holly in the seat that Hermione had just vacated.

"Hi Fred." She replied, picking up her cup of tea.

"What's going on? Anything new?" George asked also dropping in to the chair on the opposite side of her. All three were 15 years old now and Holly was more than a little nervous about showing them her Prefect badge. They only said that prats become Prefects.

"New? Let's see…my shiny brand-new Prefects badge." She dug into her pocket and dropped it onto the table top, having George snatch it up and stare down at is in his palm as if he couldn't believe it. He looked from it to Holly and back again.

"Prefect?" Fred repeated, Holly nodded. Fred looked nearly ready to be sick. George dropped the badge back onto the table as though it was spider. Fred shook his head slowly.

"Holly Potter the Perfect Prefect." He said, with no withheld antipathy or repugnance in his tone. He loathed the idea of being a Prefect. Holly knew that, so did George but it was Fred who made her cry, snatching up her badge she got up and dashed out of the dining room and up to her room, where she sat for the rest of the day sobbing into her mothball smelling pillows. They hated her. They hated Holly Potter the Perfect Prefect.