Chapter three- Emperor Potter- Homecoming Part 2

A/n-And we are back again. With yet another chapter the reviews stack up and I am going to answer all of them in a dedicated chapter but for now I am going to answer some more common questions asked.

1)When does hogwarts start.- In this story hogwarts will start at 12 but with some twists that will get into soon.

With that I leave you to the chapter, remember to drop a review I will answer them soon.


Wandering through the soft carpeted hallways of Potter castle, clutching her copy of 'Advancement of Runes through the ages and their uses' close to her chest. Jane hummed softly under her breath as she wandered off towards her bedroom. A wave of exhaustion from the events occuring in her life since, she had arrived with her mother when they arrived in England a few weeks ago, softly threatening her tired body and mind.

Shivering slightly as a slight draft of cold air seeped through the old stone castle walls hit her exposed tanned skin even as she tried snuggling deeper into here nightgown. Potter castle had its perks, but it hadn't been kept up to the highest standard that it once was held to falling slightly into disrepair when her mother left the continent, her aunt being cursed into madness and her uncle the former Lord Potter being killed by the slimy snake man as her mother had labeled him. The castle didn't receive vast amount of magic it needed to be in perfect condition leaving room for small cracks for cold to slip through and torment the inhabitants. As an Australian she was well and truly out of her element here in the Scottish highlands where the cold became unbearable even to those that were native to the region.

Her slippers softly tapping against the carpeted floor with a muffled thud, as she contemplated ideas on how to make the castle more bearable in the coming winter months. Then she felt it, a small invisible tug. Her eyes widened momentarily as she looked around in a brief panic, was it a ghost? No it couldn't be, as far as she knew Potter castle didn't play host to any ghosts, Potters had a strange relationship with death with not a single one in the long history of the family line ever been recorded as returning to the plain of the living as a ghost. Even bringing a Potter back in the form of portrait was difficult as the magic used to animate those paintings often outright refused to work.

There it was again, a small tug pulling her somewhere within the castle. What could it be, the cogs in her head started turning as she wracked her tired brain for a answer. Her slippered feet unconsciously moving, slowly dragging her towards the source of the tugs. Meandering cluelessly through the twisting halls of Potter Castle, the eyes of the few painting of her ancestors watching over her as she followed the trail the tug was leading her on. Just a quick as it had started the tugging ceased, Jane felt a bit out of sorts as she tried regaining her bearings as she found herself standing outside a seemly random door. She vaguely recognised the door, but then again most of the doors within this bloody castle looked identical, before she could come up with an answer she felt a push, the tugging force now nudging her to open the door in front of her.

Taking the hint she cautiously cracked the opened the door a smidge, peering within, it hit her like a ton of bricks this was the room Harry was sleeping in. Seeing the small bundle curled up in the bed that was her cousin she felt a strange pang of pain in her heart. Making for the door she started to close the door as she prepared to leave, her mother had told her to give him space after all. A moment of hesitation, alone with rather loud pained murmurs through the small open gap of the door changed her mind.

"Ill be goo..d..d.. No please Uncle Vernon... It wa..ss a m..mistak..e"

His voice was small and broken his pale face ablaze with terror, Janes eyes widened in shock and anger as she heard those soft words. Her heartbreaking at the thought of what her cousin had been through, how could people who were his own blood treat him like this that he was terrified to this extent by them. She had a vague idea of what Harry had been going through from the 'norm' investigators her mother had hired to check up on him when they had arrived in England.

With each meeting her mother grew more erratic, her normally calm mother snappy and genuinely angry until she stormed out of the latest meeting with fury in her eyes, giving Ella instructions to set up a room for Harry and wipe the wardbooks clean before she left with a crack of apparition leaving the confused elf blinking at the turn off events. That had been this morning and with whiplash of events worthy off a Potter, Harry now lay sleeping before her.

She couldn't help but feel protective of him, it was just a feeling that roared deep within her with vengeance refusing to back down. Realising she was probably prying into something she shouldn't she made for the door once more only for the room to be filled with the sounds of more pained whimpers. She looked again into his sleeping face the pained expression still heavy on his young features, she sighed placing her book softly on the desk in the corner of the room .Lightly holding his hand in her own her eyes widened with a mix of emotions once more. It had shocked her when she fell the starkness of his bones protruding through his thin skin, the bones felt wrong almost as if they had been broken many times and never really healed properly. She growled softly as she once again felt anger rush through her.

At her touch Harry's wimpers quietened greatly. Something within her maybe her very soul or the magic that made up the core of her being told her she was in the right place as she pulled up a chair next to the bed, never letting go off her cousins cold hand as she did so, in fear that if she did she would lose him. Sure her mom would be mad that she had not listened to her, but for this she would gladly take the punishment on the chin when it came.

Her eyes drooped as she slowly drifted of into a peaceful sleep her hand never leaving Harry's even as she slipped into dreamland.


Stifling a groan out of fear that the noise that he made would somehow be heard by the Dursleys and they would punish him for it. His skin felt clammy, but something felt off, something soft covered his sleeping form. The only thing he had to cover himself with as he slept had been an old scratchy blanket that he had since before he could remember. He felt something else, he felt a warmth wrapped around his right hand. His eyes snapping open, his senses thrown off as he frantically took in his unfamiliar surroundings his mind going into overdrive as he started to panic.

'Had I been kidnapped? the Dursleys won't be to happy with that, what would he say to them if he escaped and went back to them, they would surely punish him for causing yet another problem.'

His thoughts fired dully in the muddle that was his frantic mind. His eyes then finally fell onto the young dirty blonde girl, her hand gently holding his own. Jerking his hand out of the reach of the sleeping blonde, as he wrestled with the thick heavy duvet covering his thin limbs.

His jerky frantic commotion of Harry desperately trying to throw off his covers, awoke the sleeping blonde, blinking as she looked around slightly confused before she realised where she was. Sapphire met emerald, in that moment the pair of cousins silently eyed each other before Harry finally was successful in throwing off the covers, his stare never breaking even as he sprang to the other side of the bedroom.

"Who are you? Where am I? What do you want with me."

He didn't feel any malice from the pale eyed girl who just seemed to stare at him, utterly at a loss for words. He threw his questions hoping that he would be able to know what these people wanted from him. Maybe the Dursleys decided to chuck him out and sent him to a home for wayward kids, that did seem like something they would do. But that did not explain this strange girl that hand been holding his hand as he slept, and the unexplainable bond that he felt to her something that he had never really felt before.

Jane blinked like a doe caught in headlights her eyes growing in size as she softly began to answer nervously in a soft timid voice.

"I am Jane Warner, you are in Potter castle and as for your last question I think my mum should be the one to answer that for you ." Her australian accent confusing Harry even further as he barely left Surrey let alone met any Australians.

Harry blanched at her words, Did she just say "Potter Castle", just great I finally went barmy, this could only be a dream. At Least if I had went barmy and this was the dream world that I had wished for that would mean I wouldn't have to deal with Uncle Vernon beating me black and blue more often than not, Dudley and co playing Harry hunting or Aunt Petunia making him do tasks that no ten year old should be doing.

His voice lost most of its frantic edge as he spoke his next words questionly.

"Potter Castle?"

Before the blue eyed girl could muster a response, the door of the room burst revealing a familiar messy black haired witch wearing a pair of black jeans and a deep red sweater, as well as the door knocking poor Harry onto the carpeted floor with a dull thud. He couldnt put his finger on it but he had seen this woman before, she was so familiar yet so strange to him he couldn't explain it. His gaze met amber, her gaze filled with a warmth that he had never seen directed at him in his lifetime. Without a word the black haired witch had scooped him from the floor into a bone crushing hug that despite the strangeness of this morning the possibility of danger it all just didn't matter in that moment Harry didn't fight it he gave into the loving embrace.

Breaking from the warmth of the hug he asked with all the wide eyed innocence that he had left to give, something in him telling him that he would get the truth and nothing less from the woman and the young girl that occupied the room with him.

Kate looked into her nephew's eyes, she saw the conflict the confusion everything the pain it. Her own gaze held guilt as she looked at Harry she really had failed him, she had failed her family.

"Who are you?"

With a small watery chuckle, the guilt still laden in her eyes she decided to give her nephew a proper Potter introduction.

"I am Kate Potter, I am your aunt from your dad's side, I am actually his twin sister. And that little squirt who should be in bed in her own room I may add is my daughter your cousin."

Jane shifted uneasily as she mother shot her look that screamed this matter was not over and we would be having words, while Harry just stood in disbelief in it all, before a memory flitted across his mind."

"But Aunt Petunia said she was my last remaining family. That no one else would want the son off two drunks who didn't love me and got themselves blown up in a car accident, and left me to Aunt Petunia."

An angry scowl flickered across her face before she clamped her occlumency shields down hard. Pushing the anger back to deal with later.

"Firstly you actually had a few family members who were told you were going to be looked after in secret so you would be safe, I am positive you will be meeting more of them sooner or later. Secondly your parents were no drunks they loved you very much, Petunia lied to you. "

Her voice was calm, but starting breaking as she noticed the tears in her nephew's eyes.

"They loved me?" His small body was shaking slightly. Harry had been told his whole life that his parents did not love him, that booze was more important to them. Yet here was this lady who had only showed him compassion the women who basically raised if you could call Petunias doings as raising didn't even show him, claiming to be his aunt.

"Yes Harry they did, we all did those of that remain still do."

"Do I have to go back to the Dursleys?"

Each word in his question was heavy with fear, even those his voice was small and soft, they were clear. Jane flinched at the pain in her younger cousins voice while Kate could only let out another low growl, before wrapping Harry in another hug, this time joined by Jane as they wrapped the still shaking form of Harry in a loving hug, showering with the love he deserved but was deprived off for nine long years since the day his parents perished.

Kate finally broke the emotion heavy silence with a heartfelt declaration filled with resolve

"Harry you never ever have to go back unless that is what you want, we are your family and we are here for you always. This is your home forevermore."


With that heartfelt note this chapter comes to an end. This chapter was supposed to be longer but I feel longer chapters take away from the emotion of a chapter. Well with that I hope you enjoyed remember to follow and leave a review below. See you guys next time in Chapter four relevations.