Headmaster Craig arrived at the building and was pleased to see Director Banks waiting for him. She wanted to speak with him before meeting the twins, so they went to her office. After exchanging pleasantries, they got down to business.

"Do you have a plan for how to speak to the kids?" she asked bluntly. She was worried about her wards and didn't want them to get their hopes up too high, as it was still uncertain whether they were indeed the twins someone was looking for.

"I will simply tell them the truth. A young man, a year older than them, is looking for his long-lost siblings, and all circumstances indicate that they are the ones he is looking for. Then, with their permission, I will perform a test that will give us a definite answer," Craig explained his plan.

"What does this test entail?" Director Banks asked, interested. She was aware of the Wizarding World, as her daughter was a witch.

"I will take one of their hairs and add it to a hair I got from their potential brother. Then, I will cast a spell that will reveal if they are indeed related. If the results are positive, then the twins will have a choice to meet with him, as he is waiting for a message from me."

"In that case, let's not keep them waiting. They know that you wanted to speak with them and are a bit worried," she said, standing up to call the twins to her office.

A minute later, she returned with the familiar twins. Charlie and Rosie Smith entered the office, arm in arm, clearly taking courage from each other.

"Good morning, Headmaster," they greeted him together.

"Good morning, kids. Come sit down with us," he welcomed them warmly. They sat down together at the table, very anxious about this meeting. They knew something big had to happen, otherwise they would not have been called to speak with him and Director Banks at once. He decided to forgo the small talk to not stress them any longer.

"I know you are wondering why I have asked to speak with you today, so I will not keep you in suspense any longer. You see, yesterday morning, a young man barely a year older than you visited me at Hogwarts. He is looking for his long-lost twin siblings and decided to check if they could attend our school. After checking the facts, we concluded that it is likely that you are the ones he is looking for."

The twins sat there, not knowing what to say or how to react. While they had some ideas about what the Headmaster wanted to do with them, they never imagined that they would get a chance to reunite with their real family.

"Can you tell us something more about that person?" finally asked Charlie.

"I'm sorry, but we have decided not to share any details until we perform a test that will check if you are indeed related to each other."

"When can we do it?" asked Rosie.

"Now. I have a hair from him, so if you agree, I will take one hair from you and check if he is your brother."

The twins looked at each other uncertainly. While they would love to find their real family, they were afraid that if he is indeed their brother, they would be forced to live with him, even though they don't know him at all.

"I know what is going through your head, but do not be afraid. You are old enough to decide what will happen to you if the test is positive," calmed the Director, seeing how scared they were.

"And you have my word that he is an outstanding young man who will never bring you any harm," added Headmaster Craig.

Hearing that, the twins looked at each other, and after a silent conversation, they agreed to take the test. They both held the Headmaster and Director in high regard and trusted them completely. Hearing their reassurance shifted their perspective. Charlie then volunteered to give his hair. He stood up, took one from his head, and put it into the vial with a hair already inside. Then he sat back down and took his sister into a tight hug as they awaited the result. After a moment, the whole vial started glowing in bright green light, giving them the results.

"Charlie, Rosie, the hair that was inside the vial indeed belongs to your biological brother," the Headmaster explained to them, and he became silent to give them a moment to gather themselves.

Both of them had been dreaming for years that someday someone would come to the orphanage and claim that they were family. As they got older, their hopes faded away until they accepted that it would never happen, and all they had was each other. And now that their biggest, almost forgotten dream had come true, they had no idea what to do or even think.

"What now?" Rosie asked shyly.

"If you want, you can meet with him now. He is waiting for a message from me and can be here within a few minutes," the Headmaster gently explained.

"Will you be here?" she asked once more.

"Of course, we will. We will be with you in every step you decide to make," the Director reassured them.

"There is one more thing you need to know. As I mentioned before, we decided not to share any information about your brother, and there was a good reason for that, about who your brother is," the Headmaster began explaining.

"Is he someone important or famous?" asked Charlie.

"Both. I do not doubt that you have heard about him."

"What is his name?" now a curious Rosie asked.

"Your older brother is Harry Potter. And your true names are Charles and Rose Potter."

"WHAT!?"

"I know that it could be shocking to you, but it is true."

"Auch! Why did you do that?" asked Charlie when his twin had pinched him.

"I had to check if I am dreaming."

"You are supposed to pinch yourself!"

"But that would hurt me."

They both were surprised to hear a chuckle from behind them. They turned around to see their brother for the first time in their lives.

"You know, you sounded just like Mom and Dad."

The twins quickly turned their heads to check who the voice belonged to. Even though they were aware that Harry Potter was their older brother, it didn't hit them until they saw him standing in the Director's office. They were looking at each other for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"Does all Potter males have that mop on their heads?" asked Rosie, breaking the silence.

"Yup. The only way to tame it is a Sleekeazy's Hair Potion, and it works for four hours max. Maybe someday someone will find an improvement, but I am not holding my breath. It took a few hundred years for Potters to come up with even this temporary solution," Harry replied.

"Potters have invented Sleekeazy's Hair Potion? I am using that for my hair!" declared Rosie.

"To be more precise, it was our great-grandfather Fleamont. But from what I know, our family was looking for a solution for quite sometime before that," Harry said and sat down in front of them.

"I guess you have a lot of questions for me."

"Understatement of the century," replied Charlie.

"Then go ahead. I will tell you everything I know."

"Do we have more family somewhere?" asked Rosie.

"We do. We have two aunts and three cousins from Mom's side."

"Are you in contact with them?"

"You can say that. Mom's oldest sister Petunia, unfortunately, was the one who raised me after Mom and Dad died. I spoke to her yesterday, but I sincerely hope it was the last time I had to see her or her family ever again."

"Why?"

"You see when Hogwarts sent you an acceptance letter, it had your precise address where you live, including a room in the house. Mine was addressed to the 'Cupboard under stairs.' So, you can imagine why I don't want to have any contact with them."

The twins were silent for a moment. They understood then that their brother did not have a happy childhood and decided not to press on that matter.

"And the other aunt?"

"I found out about Aunt Violet a few days ago, the same time I got told about you. I met with her yesterday, and she and our cousins seem like nice people, but I can't tell you more as I don't know them."

"How did it happen that no one knew that you have siblings?" asked Charlie.

"It's a long story. You see, before I was even born, a seer had made a prophecy that a boy born at the end of July would have the power to defeat the Dark Lord. When Voldemort started to target our family, Mom and Dad decided to use a Fidelius Charm."

"I am interested in unknown spells and charms," Rosie said curiously.

"When you cast the Fidelius charm on your property, it became untraceable by anyone except the owner and the secret keeper. The secret keeper is the only person who can reveal the location of the property. In this case, Peter Pettigrew was the secret keeper, and only he knew the location of the property," Harry explained.

"Unfortunately, Pettigrew became a Death Eater and revealed the location to Voldemort, who came to the house. Luckily, you were not there," Harry continued.

"Where were we?" asked Charlie.

"You were in the hospital. Aunt Violet brought our cousins to visit, and they infected you with chickenpox. Since there is no magical cure for chickenpox, Aunt Violet took you to a Muggle hospital for treatment," Harry answered.

"Why didn't Aunt Violet take us from the hospital?" Rosie asked tearfully.

"Before Aunt Violet could take you, Albus Dumbledore arrived and discharged you from the hospital, and put you in an orphanage," Harry explained.

"Why did he do that?" Rosie asked.

"Many people wanted to take control of me for their benefit after we became orphans. Dumbledore was one of them. He made sure that no one knew about you by framing Sirius Black, our dad's best friend, as a Death Eater and sentencing him to Azkaban. Peter Pettigrew faked his death, so he didn't have to do anything. Dumbledore also forced Poppy Pomfrey to stay silent by using the Unbreakable Vow. Our Aunt Violet, being a muggle, could not tell anyone about us," Harry clarified.

"So, this way Dumbledore had achieved everything he wanted. I was dumped at the Dursleys, and you were at the orphanage where no one would look for you, and he could keep his eye on you from a distance in case you were ever needed."

"And he never told you about us?"

"Never. I only found out by accident, by talking with the portrait of Sirius Black. He told me about you and Aunt Violet. This was the moment when I started to look for you. Luckily, it only took me two days to do that."

They became silent for a moment. Harry wanted the twins to lead the conversation in hopes that it would make them more comfortable. They, on the other hand, needed a minute to gather their thoughts. As they had already spent a few hours speaking, the Director suggested a lunch break for them. Harry, wanting to allow the twins to talk with their guardians, had decided to eat in a nearby restaurant. They agreed to meet again in an hour, so Harry stood up and left the office.

"So kids, what do you think about your brother?" asked the Headmaster.

"He seems nice," replied Charlie.

"I am sensing a 'but' here."

"I am worried that he would like to take us straight with him. Don't get me wrong, I would love to spend time with him and get to know him better, but..." He stopped abruptly, not knowing how to describe his feelings.

"You are afraid that if you move with him, then you can start fighting, and he can end up hurting you somehow," the Director had said aloud his thoughts. "And you feel guilty for thinking that, as he seems to be a nice guy."

Charlie looked down at his shoes in shame. The Director had perfectly read him, and he felt even worse after she said it out loud.

"My best advice for you is to be honest. Ask him what he thinks is the best option for you, and then tell him what you think. I may not have known him for long, but from the time I had spent with him, I realized that he is a pretty straightforward guy. He will listen to you, and will appreciate your honesty."

Charlie nodded his head, only partially convinced. Rosie, seeing her brother in that state, decided to take him for a walk around the garden they had in the orphanage.

"What are you really afraid of?" she asked him softly. She knew her brother far too well to buy his explanations in the Director's office. He did not respond to her and simply kept staring at his shoes. Rose lifted his chin and looked him in the eye.

"Charlie, please," she said, pleadingly.

"I am scared, Rosie. I am scared that somehow I will lose you to him," he replied, bursting into tears.

Rose's only response was to hug her brother and allow him to cry on her shoulder. She knew that Charlie on the outside look like an outgoing tough guy, but in reality, he was an empathetic, a bit insecure young man who was looking for his true self in the world. She allowed him to let it out for a moment, and when he calmed down a bit, she spoke to him.

"Charlie, no matter what our last names would be, how big families we will have, nothing will ever make me separate from you. For all these years, all we had was each other. I may have gotten close to Harry, he is our brother. And I hope someday, I will love him as one. But it doesn't mean I will ever love you any less. I will always be with you, as I know you will always be there for me." She ended, crying softly as well. They hugged each other once more, and after giving each other a minute to compose, they came back to the office in a better mood.

"Do you feel better?" the Director asked softly. She had seen from the window what had happened in the garden and wanted to be sure they were all right.

"Yes, we are, Director," Charlie replied softly.

"In that case, do you want me to bring back Harry?"

When they nodded their approval, she left to fetch their older brother. He entered the office with two albums in his hands and sat in front of them again.

"I have something for you. You see when I was 11, one of my closest friends, Rubeus Hagrid, made an album with photos of our parents. I thought that you might want to have one as well, so I made copies." He said to them while handing them the albums. The twins had opened them simultaneously and had lost themselves for a moment. They checked every photo very carefully as if they were holding priceless jewels.

"They look so similar to us," Rose said with awe.

"Can you tell us something about Mom and Dad?" asked Charlie.

"Of course. So Mom's full name was Lily Marie Potter, née Evans. She was born on 30 January 1960, and she was a muggle-born witch. She was an incredibly smart, empathetic person who was very liked by almost everyone. The only people who were trying to give her a hard time were blood purists, but they had quickly learned how gifted a witch she was and had not dared to bother her. She was sorted into Gryffindor House in Hogwarts, and her best subjects were Charms and Potions."

"Did she have many friends?"

"She did. Her closest friends were Alice Longbottom, Marlene McKinnon, and Remus Lupin."

"Have you ever met any of them?" asked curious Rosie.

"I want you to remember this information. Please do not respond, just acknowledge. Marlene McKinnon was attacked a few days before our parents, and unfortunately, she didn't make it. Alice Longbottom is currently in a coma since November 1981 after being attacked with her family by Death Eaters. She was an Auror, and they believed she knew where Voldemort was hiding. Remus Lupin was my Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher during my third year at Hogwarts, but he died during the Battle of Hogwarts. He had a son whom I was asked to be the godfather of."

Rosie complained, "It's a pity I never got to speak to them."

"What about Dad?" Charlie asked.

"James Charlus Potter was a pureblood wizard born on March 27, 1960. He was also sorted into Gryffindor, and his favorite subject was Transfiguration. His favorite teacher was also the Transfiguration Mistress, but I'm afraid he may have caused most of her gray hairs."

"What do you mean?" Charlie inquired.

"Our dad had a group of friends called the 'Marauders.' James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew hold most of the records at Hogwarts, particularly regarding the number and length of detentions."

"What did they do to earn them?" Charlie asked.

"They were the biggest pranksters in Hogwarts' history," I replied.

"So that's where you got it from," Charlie said, looking at his sister.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she replied innocently, inspecting her fingernails.

"Are you a prankster?" Harry asked his sister curiously.

"I may enjoy pulling a joke here and there," she replied dismissively.

"Then you better write everything down in a journal. When Dad finds out, he will not rest until you give him every little detail."

"What are you talking about?" asked a confused Charlie.

"Every Lord and Lady Potter has their magical portraits in our ancestral home - Potter Manor. Mom and Dad updated theirs last in the 1980s, so they couldn't tell me about you. But I've already told them, and I'm certain that they will want to hear everything about you."

"Mom and Dad have a portrait? And we will be able to speak with them?" Rosie asked weakly. Harry, seeing her state, kneeled before her and took her hand into his.

"They have, and like I said, they would love to speak with you."

Rosie burst into tears and hugged both of her brothers desperately. Her biggest regret in life was that she would never be able to speak with her parents. And now that her dream would come true, she had no idea how to react. She kept crying, unable to calm herself. Finally, Director Banks decided to give her a Calming Draught so she would be able to end the conversation.

"Guys, I see that it's getting a bit much for you today. Maybe we should end for today and meet some other day," offered Harry.

The twins only nodded their heads gratefully. Harry then thought about what their next meeting could look like and made them an offer.

"Guys, how would you like to visit Potter Manor in a few days? I would show you the home, and you will be able to speak with Mom and Dad."

"We'd love to, Harry."

"I think next weekend would be perfect for our plan," Director Banks declared. "This Saturday, the twins are leaving for a week-long trip along with the rest of the kids. So, when they come back, they could go for a day with you."

The twins agreed to the plan and set a date for the following Saturday. After a long goodbye, they all went their separate ways.