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CHAPTER 7

"My mother is smiling at me" , Harry suddenly noticed. I looked down at Harry and at the same time he looked up at me.

"Your eyes!" Harry gasped. I quickly looked away from him, stood up and walked towards the window of the disused classroom. Harry came standing next to me while I was staring into the moonlight.

"Harry", I began to speak, "There is something you should know, only I don't really know how to tell you." Harry looked confused, but spoke gently: "Just give it a try." I put my hand in my pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. This little paper was a picture I was always carrying with me. It was a picture that meant the world to me and because of all the time it had been in my pocket it looked as patched and frayed just like the Sorting Hat did.

Dad had taken the photo. It was on the day of Harry's birth. Mum was lying in the hospital, looking exhausted but smiling her happiest smile. She was holding the brand-new baby, who cheerfully gripped towards the camera. Next to them was standing a little girl. At that time she was four and she, like her mother, was smiling the most happiest smile you could see on the face of a four-year old. The girl's eyes were twinkling while she, as an elder sister now, was proudly standing next to the hospital bed. In the left corner of the picture there was a sign of Dad's fingertip. He had never been good at taking pictures.

I handed Harry the photo and he examined it for a few minutes. Although Harry was only a baby by the time this picture was taken, you could already see he looked a lot like James and his bright green eyes staring into the camera.

"You were really cute when you were little", I told Harry, "And curious, god you were curious. Always wanted to touch everything, taste everything. Mum had a whole job with you keeping away from eating her wand."

Harry smiled.

"Who is this?" he asked pointing at the little girl with wavy, light brown hair and bright green eyes.

"That's me", I said quietly, "I was so proud to be a big sister, I still am though."

I knew Harry was understanding what I was saying though he still looked very confused.

"You are my sister", said Harry, waiting for my affirmation.

"I-I am sorry. I should have told you earlier, but I didn't know how." Harry nodded while tears were falling down his face. He tried to speak, but his voice got lost in his tears. Harry looked at the old picture and a wet tear fell down on it.

"How were they like?" he asked finally.

"They were loving us so much, Harry. They would be so proud if they knew you were here, with me."

"Where are you living?" he suddenly asked curiously.

"When Mum and Dad got killed, they were taking us to the Dursley's. I had a really good friend by then and she promised to take care of me. As for you, Dumbledore thought it might be better to send you far away from everything, to not know anything about this world until you were ready to take it." Through the window, the air was turning light grey as brother and sister had found. I took Harry in my arms while he was crying, both happiness and sadness in his tears.

"Harry, the sun will set soon, you'd better go to bed and still have some sleep", I said. Harry dried his tears and nodded.

"I still have a question", he said. I frowned as he asked: "You are Emily, aren't you? Gryffindor Prefect and girlfriend of Percy Weasley, am I wrong?"

"No, that's correct", I smiled.

"Fred and George have been telling around that they snapped you and Percy snogging each other in one of the dungeons, is that true?" I turned as red as a tomato and said: "Ehm, no, that's probably one of their jokes."

I wasn't a good liar.

To give my readers a little idea of what I have in mind of the picture Emily Potter is always carrying with her, I drew something. I am sorry I am not an artist, you can check out on my tumblr though

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