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The Gryffindor common room was abuzz with conversation, every student talking with their peers about what they had bore witness to. For a few of those who had come strictly from a wizarding background there were a few questions as to what the vehicle that had blared into the Great Hall had been. While those questions were appropriately answered, it only served as a segway into the greater topic of the moment.

That being, the entrance that Harry Potter had made.

Similar conversations surrounded the fact that Harry was actually alive after all this time. How had he survived, where had he been and where had he gone were all a number of questions being thrown around by the Gryffindor students. Everybody had their own theoretical answers but nobody could even fathom whether their guess was anywhere near accurate.

"Iris, are you alright?" asked Hermione, placing a comforting hand on the shoulder of her best friend.

"I wish I knew Hermione," said Iris as she slumped in the chair she was sitting on, her gaze centered solely on her feet in an attempt to not draw the attention from everybody around her. Thankfully nobody had yet started asking her about topics she had no knowledge of but that wasn't to say that it was something that could yet happen. "It's just, going from not knowing I had a brother, to I had a brother but he was dead and now he's not dead, there's way too much to get my head around."

"Look, if you want to go somewhere quieter..." started Hermione before their solace was interrupted.

"Hey Potter," shouted an obnoxious voice which grated both Hermione and Iris. "Why didn't you tell us your brother was alive?"

"Can't you see that she didn't know Ron," defended Hermione, knowing just how much the two of them didn't get along. In their first year of Hogwarts, Ron had essentially trailed Iris every chance that he could. It was more than a little creepy and she had come to the conclusion that Ron had only been wanting to hang around with Iris because she was famous, not because he wanted to hang around with Iris Potter. When Hermione had confronted Iris with what she was witnessing, Iris hadn't denied it at all. She said she knew but was afraid. Hermione had never particularly learnt exactly what it was that Iris was afraid of but it hadn't mattered. Hermione saw Iris as a friend, one of the first friend's she had ever made and acted in what she believed would be best for Iris.

The effects of that confrontation still lingered to this day.

"I wasn't talking to you Granger," snapped Ron.

"It still doesn't mean that she wants to talk about such things," retorted Hermione. "Just give her some space."

"Not until she tells us all what we want to know."

Iris snapped to her feet and without uttering a single word, marched off towards her bedroom quarters. She could hear the commotion going on behind her but ignored it as she escaped the common room just so that she could be alone with her thoughts.

Closing the door behind her, Iris slumped against it before running her fingers through her hair. So much had happened in such a short period of time and she had no clue as to how to mentally make her way through it all. She knew that the only way to get any sort of closure was to talk to her brother directly. However, given the fact that he had quite literally driven out the school with only the knowledge on when he was required to be back was not comforting. Where he had gone? Would he come back before the task or simply arrive on the day? After the task, would he hang around or vanish again without so much as a second thought?

While there was so much going on with what had happened in the past, there was still so much to consider as to what would happen in the future. Would she even get the chance to properly converse with Harry? Did he even know that she existed? As much as she wanted to march up to him and go, 'hey there, I'm your sister,' there was absolutely no way to tell how he would react. Would he even believe her?

There was only one way to find out and only one way she could think of to reach him. He just hoped that the way she was thinking of would actually work. With her idea in mind, she marched to her trunk.

Iris Potter required parchment and ink.

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Harry was grateful that the morning paper wouldn't include his resurface from the prior night. When news did reach the Ministry, something he imagined would happen in the next couple of hours, they would undoubtedly send out a special bulletin announcing that he was alive and well. By that stage, he well and truly wished to be out on the road and well away from the media storm that would descend upon Hogwarts.

Even now he felt as if he was too close to the castle grounds. Having not particularly having wanted to travel on roads at night, Harry had found shelter in Hogsmeade at the Three Broomsticks Inn. Madam Rosmerta, the owner, had been somewhat disgruntled when he had asked for a room with no prior reservations but after having paid for his room with a little extra on the side, she had immediately cheered up.

As he dined on a plate of bacon and eggs, contemplating where he could drive to, there was a small screech as a snowy white owl flew in through the open window with an envelope in it's beak. It took only a brief moment before the owl landed in front of him and deposited the mail to the side of his breakfast. "Well at least you didn't put it directly in front of me," he said playfully.

When the owl didn't directly leave after having delivered it's written package, Harry couldn't help but wonder what the owl was waiting for. Tracing it's eyeline however, he could tell exactly what it wanted. "Fine," he said with a sigh as he plucked a piece of bacon up with his fingers and offered it to the owl. After a screech of gratitude, the owl took the offered breakfast before taking off, flying through the same window that it had entered.

Picking up the envelope, Harry turned it over expecting to see some elaborate handwriting announcing that it had been written by somebody who had well too much time on their hands. Instead, there were several blotches of ink stained on the envelope where the person writing to them had clearly had trouble addressing it to them. If they just wrote his name it would have been done so without as much hesitation as they had clearly taken.

'To my brother Harry.'

With those four words Harry could realize just why the author had taken as long as they had. "Well...shit."

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Iris had done her utmost to avoid everybody that she could that day, grateful that it was a Saturday and not a day which she had to spend in class. If it had been, she could only imagine how little work the Professors would manage to get the students to accomplish. There was only one thing which wanted to be talked about by every person in the castle right now and it had nothing to do with schoolwork.

Stepping outside the castle and onto the grounds, Iris felt the cool wind across her skin as she embraced the Autumn weather. Glancing across she noticed that the Whomping Willow was starting to shed it's leaves. After her adventures last school year, she never wanted to get anywhere near as close to it as she previously had.

Walking further away from the castle itself, she looked over to where the delegates of the other two schools were staying. Atop the lake, the Drumstrang ship floated near the edge where a gangplank connected it to the shore. From her position she could see a couple of the foreign students dueling on the deck of the ship. Brightly coloured flashes of light were going back and forth without rest but it was impossible from her angle to see which of the competitors had the upper hand.

Alternatively, shifting her gaze to the Beauxbatons carriage she could see that a number of the French students had opted to enjoy the current spell of weather and had set up a picnic. A small wicker basket sat atop a checkered blanket while the students sat around it in a circle, talking amongst one another. Part of her wished to go interact with the international students, at least they wouldn't pester her with questions about her brother. All she would need to do would be to provide them with her first name only. They didn't need to know that she was related to the fourth competitor in the Triwizard Tournament.

Before she could consider taking that leap of faith, the roar of a seemingly all too familiar engine announced that somebody in particular had returned to the Hogwarts grounds. As Iris watched Harry ride into view, she found herself frozen in place. If he was here then it could only mean that Hedwig, the owl that Hagrid had given her for her birthday and named after someone she had read about in A History of Magic, had managed to find Harry after all.

In her defense, while she had hoped that he would return she had not mentally prepared for this moment in the slightest. In her peripheral vision she could see the Beauxbaton students get to their feet but she paid it little attention as Harry drove towards her. He was likely just looking for a sole student to help him find Iris and had no idea that it was indeed her standing there out in the open.

Iris knew that this could get very awkward, very quickly.

Harry's bike began to slow down before it came to a complete stop only a handful of feet away from her. Iris watched as he stepped off the motorcycle and took his helmet off, placing it atop his vehicle. Iris felt her throat go dry as Harry turned to face her, their eyes meeting before he took a few steps forward.

Only to be completely blindsided as another person crashed into him from the side and latched onto him in some sort of weird mutation of both a hug and a tackle. "'Arry, my goodness! It really is you. It has been years! How have you been?"

"Good to see you to Fleur," said Harry, wrapping a comforting arm around the woman who was holding him tightly.

"You remember me after all this time?" queried Fleur.

"You make it sound as if it would be difficult to forget you," chuckled Harry as Fleur released her grip on him.

"I wanted to speak with you last night but it did not seem appropriate," said Fleur. "Your entrance though and the way you spoke to ze Headmaster, magnifique! You put on quite ze show!"

"It wasn't that much," said Harry sheepishly as he rubbed at the back of his head before turning to face Iris once more. "Sorry about that, it's not often that an old friend tries to break your ribs."

"That's...fine," replied Iris with more than a little hint of uncertainty as Fleur elbowed Harry in the side for the comment he had made. Iris meanwhile was trying to come to terms with just what it was that she was baring witness to right now. Her brother was familiar with Beauxbatons champion for the Triwizard Tournament? He had referred to her as an old friend which didn't particularly give her any specific dates to work on, just that they had met in the past. Given the familiarity, it also made sense that they had spent a good deal of time together but she doubted that Fleur had spent any major time away from France prior to coming over to Hogwarts this year. Iris knew that she was making a lot of assumptions but if this was indeed the case then it meant that Harry and Fleur had met over in France.

Her brother had been in France?

"I was wondering if you could help me find someone," said Harry. "I believe my sister studies here and I was hoping to speak with her."

"Of course!" exclaimed Fleur, reinserting herself into the conversation. "You never told me zat you have a sister."

"In my defense, I didn't know that I had one at the time," assured Harry before focusing on Iris. "I believe her name's Iris. You wouldn't happen to know her would you?"

"Yes," started Iris as she raised a hand to rub at the back of her head in a similar fashion to what Harry had done only moments prior. "It's a funny story actually."

"How so?" asked Harry.

"I'm Iris."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

That was as far as the conversation went before there was silence between the siblings, neither of them particularly knowing where to go from there. Thankfully, there was somebody else who could redirect the conversation with little difficult.

"Zis is incredible!" declared Fleur. "Ze two of you must have so much to catch up on! You need somewhere to talk in private. Come, you can use my room in ze carriage."

Neither Harry or Iris could argue with what Fleur had said and found themselves led towards the Beauxbatons carriage without so much as a word of complaint. Whether either of them would be able to commute with the other one once they actually had the privacy, that was another matter entirely.

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Albus Dumbledore looked down from his office to where he could see Iris and Harry Potter being led towards the Beauxbatons carriage by one of the foreign students. It seemed that the two lost siblings had managed to locate one another with relative ease. Albus knew that it was a good sign and he started heading towards the exit to his office.

It would be so much easier steering the conversation when the two of them were together.

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