"How do you know my name?" He asked apprehensively, looking me up and down. His voice hadn't broken yet, and his green eyes looked wide and innocent. He was here. He was real.

The grin stayed plastered to my face, and I'm sure I looked like some crazy Cheshire cat, but I couldn't help myself and I dropped my cauldron and hugged him tightly without thinking. An ache went through my heart as Harry shoved me off.

"Who are you?" he repeated, looking freaked out. I cursed myself inside. I was too forward.

"I know it's hard to believe, but... I'm your sister." I said slowly, and waited for the words to sink in, for him to hug me tightly and maybe even cry. But instead, his face screwed up in a scowl, and he glared at Gennie.

"Are you serious, Gennie?" he snapped. "Is this your big surprise? You found another sick person pretending to be my sister! I thought you of all people would understand!

"People pretend to be me?" I ask, feeling flattered and disgusted at the same time.

"I know your game, whatever your real name is!" Harry snapped. "I've seen people pretend to be my dead sister!"

I felt rejection inside. He didn't believe me. But I wasn't going down without a fight. I would convince him I was Aurora Potter, even if it was the last thing I ever did.

"Well then, why do I have this?" I questioned, and I pulled the locket out of my hoodie. I unclasped it from my neck, and threw it at Harry.

"What's this rubbish?" He snapped.

"Just open it!" I hissed as people started to stare, and I gnawed on my fingernail as he opened the locket, but scoffed.

"You could have made this, found it somewhere." He said, sounding desperate for an excuse now as he ran his fingers over the cool metal of the locket.

"Harry, why are you denying it?" Hermione asked him. "She looks like you-she has your eyes!"

"She-she could be a look-a-like." Harry shrugged, but he was looking anxious at the possibility that I was actually his sister.

"Well then," I took a deep breath. It was now or never. "How do I have this?" I rolled up my hoodie sleeve, and showed him my scar, identical to his.

Harry took a step forward, and clutched my wrist, running his fingers lightly over the scarred skin. He looked up at me with a hopeful expression. "Would I really take the time to make a scar he same as yours?" I said quietly.

"It's-It's really you, isn't it?" he said quietly, sounding near tears.

I nodded, unable to reply without crying. And then Harry was hugging me, and I was hugging him back and while it was awkward, I felt at home, and I could just tell, I could just tell he was my brother somehow. I could almost physically see that the blood that ran through both of our veins was similar.

"How-How haven't I seen you until now?" Harry said, looking amazed as we ended the hug, but still standing very close to each other.

Looking around, I noticed several people staring. "I'll tell you back at the Leaky Cauldron-it's a long, long story."

"Well... I don't know what to say." Hermione said, blinking a few times as the five of us slowly made our way down Diagon Alley, Harry and I casting looks at each other every few seconds, as if checking each other were real.

"Same here," Harry and I said together, and then we both grinned sheepishly.

"They've known each other for less than five minutes and they already have the creepy twin sync-thing going on." Ron spluttered, shaking his head.

"So, did you have a good summer, Gennie?" Hermione asked, seeming baffled as Harry was.

"So-so, until this idiot decided to almost give my dad a heart attack by rising from the dead." Gennie snickered.

"Well I was never actually dead; I was in Oxford, so..." I said awkwardly.

"Are you kidding me? I went on a school trip there in Year Four!" Harry said, sounding disappointed.

The five of us walked in silence for a while, until I noticed the cat in Hermione's arms. It was large and ginger, with a squished up face, surprisingly looking cute. "I like your cat," I told Hermione, hoping to make a new friend.

"Thank you!" Hermione said, beaming, before glaring at Ron. "See Ron, not everybody is rude to Crookshanks!"

"It looks as if it ran into a wall," Ron glared at her.

"Well you do as well, but you don't see us complaining." I teased and the others burst into laughter, Harry giving me a high five.

"How are three girls against one fair?" Ron whined.

"You say that like it's a bad thing-!" Hermione said, before the two of them started bickering again.

"They do that a lot." Harry explained, looking eager as we made it into the Leaky Cauldron.

It was bustling inside, considering it was now much later in the afternoon. A ginger man with glasses waved at Ron, and I assumed it was his father. "We'll see my dad, and then we can all talk." Ron said to Harry, leading us over to his father.

"Harry! Gennie! How are you both?" Ron's father asked with a smile. He noticed me standing in-between them. "Oh hello, who are you?"

"I'm Aurora Oswin," I smiled. "I'm starting Hogwarts this year." I wasn't sure how many people I should be telling the truth, so keeping quiet was best for now.

Before Ron's dad could say anymore a plump ginger woman (I guess she was Ron's mum) three ginger boys and a small girl approached us, all clutching full bags.

"Hello Harry." The small girl said, blushing before sitting next to her dad.

Gennie rolled her eyes in exasperation, crossing her arms over her chest. I gave her a questioning look. Gennie leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Ron's sister, Ginny, she likes him too, but is way too obvious about it."

I snorted, because Gennie wasn't that subtle either. But there we go, if two girls liked the same boy they would put each other down in the stupidest ways possible.

The boy who looked eldest approached us after Ginny, and he looked full of himself with horned glasses and neatly pushed back hair. "How nice to see you again, Harry."

"Hello, Percy." Harry said, looking as if he was about to laugh.

"Have a new friend, Harry?" Percy said, noticing me, holding his hand out. "Pleasure to meet you, I'm Percy Weasley."

"I'm Aurora Oswin, nice to meet you." I said, shaking his hand back, trying not to laugh. I felt as if I was meeting a mayor.

"Gennie!" two voices yelled together, and I was shocked as a pair of twins flung themselves onto Gennie, causing her to almost fall over. Seriously, how many Weasley's were there? "And a random girl we've never met! It's splendid to see you all!"

"It's marvellous! Spiffing!" The other one cried.

"I'm Rory," I giggled.

"Fred and George Weasley," They said in sync.

"Pranksters-"

"-Attractive knights-"

"-Who would be your perfect date-?"

"That's enough boys, don't go terrorizing this young girl," Their mother frowned, finally reaching us after struggling with the bags.

The first twin (I think it was Fred) jumped up. "Mum!" He declared. "How really corking to see you -"

"I said, that's enough," said Mrs Weasley depositing her shopping in an empty chair before kissing her husband's cheek. "Hello, Harry, Gennie. Oh hello dear, who are you?" She asked me.

"Aurora Oswin," I introduced for the millionth time in less than five minutes. "I'm starting Hogwarts this year. Gennie's a-a family friend; I've been staying with her."

"I suppose you've heard our exciting news?" She asked Harry and Gennie, pointing to the badge on Percy's chest. "Second Head Boy in the family!" she said, swelling with pride.

"And last," Fred muttered under his breath.

I don't doubt that," said Mrs. Weasley, frowning suddenly. "I notice they haven't made you two prefects."

"What do we want to be prefects for?" said George, looking revolted at the very idea. "It'd take all the fun out of life."

"Don't worry, my sister managed to be a Year Ten prefect and still managed to smoke weed in the bathtub." I told George, feeling a pang at the thought of Lacey.

"She sounds wicked," George said dreamily. "I've always wanted to-"

"You want to set a better example for your sister!" snapped Mrs. Weasley to George, as Ginny giggled.

"Ginny's got other brothers to set her an example, Mother," said Percy loftily. "I'm going up to change for dinner..."

He disappeared and George heaved a sigh.

"We tried to shut him in a pyramid," he told me. "But Mum spotted us."

* * * *

We finally escaped the Weasley's (not that I didn't like them, but I wanted to talk to Harry) and the five of us were camped out around me and Gennie's room, Harry and I sitting close together.

"Right, answer away." I declared, fiddling with my locket.

"Most importantly: how the hell did you survive?"

"For some reason our parents decided to wipe my memories, and wanted me to get sent away to the Oswin's. But then after Voldemort-did what he did, Dumbledore took me to the Oswin's and I didn't find out until my birthday."

Harry jumped up, looking furious. "Dumbledore knew you were alive? He KNEW!"

Gennie stood up quickly. "I'm sure it's because Rory didn't show any signs of magic." She said, rubbing Harry's arm.

He brushed her off, and I noticed the pang of rejection in Gennie's eyes. "She's my sister! She's alive! And I wouldn't care if she was a squib, muggle or a witch! But it would have been nice to know she was out there somewhere, before I bloody started to mourn her!"

Standing up, I pulled at Harry's hand and sat him down. "The only reason neither of us knew was because I didn't show magic. Because of the spell I forgot I was magical, and repressed it until I was really angry or needed it."

"What magic did you do then?" Harry asked. "Everybody's had their own experiences."

I hesitated. "Tell me all of yours first."

"I made bottles explode, books fly off shelves, levitated a few pencils, etcetera..." Hermione said, counting off her fingers.

"Us two knew, so nothing was a surprise." Ron shrugged, gesturing to Gennie and himself.

"What about you, Hazza?" I teased my brother, elbowing him lightly.

Harry turned sheepish. "I turned my teacher's wig blue, flew onto a school roof, made a glass disappear to set a snake on my cousin, make my hair grow back and shrink an awful jumper. It was quite a lot really."

"Niceeee," I drawled out, giggling at the thought of Harry flying onto a roof.

"Come on, Rory, share your story." Gennie grinned, pulling her legs up to her chest.

"Do I have to?" I groaned, not wanting to seem weird. My experience was polar opposite to everyone else's.

"YES!" everyone said at once, and groaning, I began explaining everything that happened, bar Laurence using me for Adeline (I figured Harry was going to be an overprotective brother).

"-And then Adeline's hair was on fire."

Instead of everyone being appalled at me, they all burst into laughter, and once again, I felt at home.

"That's bloody brilliant! Harry, why couldn't you go to the same Primary school as Malfoy? Imagine if you did that to him!" Ron laughed.

"Who's Malfoy?" I asked around curiously. I looked at Gennie. "Who's he? You never mentioned him."

"I'm not surprised, he's an arsehole." Harry scowled. "He's our worst enemy, and he's in Slytherin, he's pretty much evil and a bully."

I pulled a face. "Okay, I told you guys that, anything else you want to know?"

Harry nodded. "Who did you live with all these years?"

"I told you, the Oswin's. Mark Oswin was one of our parent's friends. He and his wife Jenna have two daughters, Lacey and Hollie."

"Were they kind to you?" Harry said, looking concerned.

"Of course they were!" I laughed. "Why, what happened to you?"

"Let's just say our Uncle and Aunt weren't the best to me growing up.... I kind of lived in a cupboard under the stairs for most of my childhood..."

"What? What the actual hell?" I shouted, getting to my feet, shaking with anger. "Why would they? What did you ever do that made them want to hurt you?!"

"I think it was the whole 'existing and living in our house' thing." Harry said casually.

I took a deep breath and even though I wanted to rip our family members apart, I sat back down, carefully putting my hand on Harry's arm. "Well," I puffed out. "You have me now, and I have you. That's all that matters, past aside."

Harry's face brightened for a moment, but then it fell. "Rory-was Dumbledore ever planning on telling me you existed?"

I shook my head. "But Gennie and I thought it was best. I don't want to hide anything from you."

Harry just smiled and gave me a hug.

* * * *

Dinner that night was great. I was invited to have dinner with the rest of the Weasley's and the ten of us all piled around three tables to have a three course meal. Once again, I felt all fuzzy inside and at home sat next to Harry, and while my thoughts did drift to the Oswin's, I was feeling more and more home with these people.

After dinner Gennie fell asleep instantly (she was taking full advantage of having a 'night off' from controlling her father tonight) I double and triple checked all of my new items, my hand always coming back to hold my hand, imaging the spells I could do soon.

But soon I heard loud yelling, and Gennie groaned into her pillow. "Whoever that is, tells them to shut the f-up." She grumbled.

"Okay, I'll do that." I rolled my eyes and ventured out into the corridor, feet bare.

The door of number twelve was ajar and Percy was shouting. Harry had his head stuck out of his door-ironically next to our room-and we shared a grin realising we were just as curious as each other.

"It was here, on the bedside table, I took it off for polishing -"

"I haven't touched it, all right?" Ron roared back.

"What's up?" said Harry. I grinned at his casual tone.

"My Head Boy badge is gone," said Percy, glaring at Harry as if it was his fault.

"So is Scabbers's Rat Tonic," said Ron, throwing things out of his trunk to look. "I think I might've left it in the bar -"

"You're not going anywhere till you've found my badge!" yelled Percy.

"Well both of you shut up, because Gennie's trying to sleep!" I whisper-yelled, shutting the door behind me, hearing Gennie mumbles 'thank you'. "Harry and I'll go find the damn thing.

"Things will be less crazy tomorrow." Harry promised as we made our way down the corridor. "Actually, scratch that-it never stops being crazy."

"Well as long as it's the good crazy then I'm not complaining, brother." I grinned. We started off down the dark stairs towards the bar, when a pair of angry voices were heard-Ron's parents.

I hesitated, not wanting them to know I heard them arguing, as it was their business, when the sound of Harry's name made me stop, then I grabbed Harry's arm, and we huddled on the landing together.

"...makes no sense not to tell him," Mr. Weasley was saying hotly. "Harry's got a right to know. I've tried to tell Fudge, but he insists on treating Harry like a child. He's thirteen years old and -"

"Arthur, the truth would terrify him!" said Mrs. Weasley shrilly. "Do you really want to send Harry back to school with that hanging over him? For heaven's sake, he's happy not knowing!"

"I don't want to make him miserable, I want to put him on his guard!" retorted Mr. Weasley. "You know what Harry and Ron are like, wandering off by themselves - they've ended up in the Forbidden Forest twice! But Harry mustn't do that this year!"

"Good to know you're the sensible one." I muttered to Harry, and he gave me a sheepish smile.

"But he's not dead, he's fine, so what's the point -"

"Molly, they say Sirius Black's mad, and maybe he is, but he was clever enough to escape from Azkaban, and that's supposed to be impossible. It's been three weeks, and no one's seen him. And let's face it; they're not close to catching him. The only thing we know for sure is what Black's after -"

"But Harry will be perfectly safe at Hogwarts."

"We thought Azkaban was perfectly safe. If Black can break out of Azkaban, he can break into Hogwarts."

"But no one's really sure that Black's after Harry -"

There was a thud on wood, and I was sure Mr. Weasley had banged his fist on the table.

"The guards told Fudge that Blacks been talking in his sleep. Always the same words: "They're at Hogwarts...." Black is deranged, Molly, and he wants Harry dead and believes Aurora Potter to be alive! If you ask me, he thinks murdering Harry will bring You-Know-Who back! Of course, he can't murder Aurora Potter, since that poor girl is dead. That will make him more deranged, knowing his master got to one of his victims first....Black lost everything the night Harry and his sister stopped You-Know-Who, and he's had twelve years alone in Azkaban to think..."

I almost swore loudly. A mass murderer, who used to be friends with my parents, was after me and my brother? And if he found us, he'd certainly recognise me straight away, just like Remus did...

My hands tightened on the wooden bannister. I wouldn't let him kill Harry. I wouldn't let him.

"I don't think anything could hurt Harry at Hogwarts while Dumbledore's Headmaster. I suppose he knows about all this?"

"Of course he knows. We had to ask him if he minds the Azkaban guards stationing themselves around the entrances to the school grounds. He wasn't happy about it, but agreed."

"Not happy? Why shouldn't he be happy, if they're there to catch Black?"

"Dumbledore isn't fond of the Azkaban guards," said Mr. Weasley heavily. "Nor am I, if it comes to that...but when you're dealing with a wizard like Black, you sometimes have to join forces with those you'd rather avoid."

"If they save Harry -"

"Then I will never say another word against them, said Mr. Weasley wearily. "It's late, Molly, we'd better go up..."

Chairs began to move. Harry grabbed my hand and pulled me into a cleaner's cupboard until their footsteps went past us. Once it was silent we hurried down the stairs, and right under the table we were sat at-was Ron's tonic.

We waited until we heard Mr. and Mrs. Wesley's bedroom door close, then headed back upstairs with the bottle.

Fred and George were crouching in the shadows on the landing, heaving with laughter listening as Percy continued dismantling his and Ron's room.

"We've got it," Fred whispered to us. "We've been improving it."

The badge now read Bighead Boy. I gave a little fake laugh, not very concerned with their prank at the moment. After Harry gave Ron the tonic (which started off another argument between Ron and Percy) he gave me a quick hug and smile, before heading into his room.

I crept into my room, being extra quiet as Gennie snored quietly as she hugged onto her Rapunzel doll (something she said she'd only told Hermione and me about) hair splayed across her face.

Almost sitting on Minnie out of my jumble of thoughts, I gathered her up and lay down, organising the cat around my body. She licked my hand and began softly purring as I petted her, something that always calmed me.

Sirius Black had killed thirteen people, but surely wherever Dumbledore was the safest place, right? And wouldn't Black be afraid of Dumbledore?

And then there were those Azkaban guards everyone kept talking about. They seemed to scare everybody half to death, and I was nervous that they were around the school this year. Linking all the possibilities together, it was very unlikely I'd see Sirius Black at all.

"We're not being murdered." I said firmly aloud. "If Black tries, I'll kill him."

And Minnie reached out and touched my forehead with her paw, as if reassuring me I was right.

There was nothing to worry about. Not a single thing.