Ikigai - a hp fan fiction

You're joking, right?

The banging on the door continued. My aunt and uncle ran out of their room and I stood up out of the chair.

"Um, hello? Who's there? Is it a murderer? If so, would you like some tea?" I asked into the air. My brother looked up at me in bewilderment.

The door came down with a loud thud, and we saw the silhouette of a gargantuan man with bushy long hair and a significantly long beard.

* * *

"You're, you're joking, right?" I spoke, my voice nearly a whisper. "You have to be joking. This can't be real. Nu-uh. Nope. This is all just some really weird dream. Or maybe it's a prank, for our birthday, right? Right!?"

Harry looked- excited. How could you be excited about this? It's a joke. It has to be.

The man who I've come to know as Hagrid told us we were wizards. Of all things you could decide to joke with us about, you chose wizards. You'd have to be a complete and utter idiot to ever believe magic was real. Right?

He handed us two letters. The same letters that I got dragged up the stairs by my hair for.

Hesitantly, I took the envelope out of his hand. It read:

Miss. V. Potter

The Armchair, Hut-on-the-Rock,

The Sea

I opened the envelope and pulled the parchment out. I watched my brother as he read, his eyes widening. Turning towards my parchment, I began to read as well.

"This is the most bullshi- I mean, bull crap, thing I've ever read. There's no way this is real. Harry, please tell me you don't believe this."

He looks at me sheepishly and then looks back at Hagrid.

After a few hours of my brother and Hagrid talking, they decide to leave in the morning; we find out our aunt and uncle lied to us this whole time and some evil Wizard murdered our parents and they didn't die in a car crash.

* * *

A few hours later I'm awoken by my brother, telling me we're leaving and I need to get up. I do as I'm told and grab the few things I brought with me, change and follow my brother and the large man out the door and onto the boat. I stay quiet as my brother asks Hagrid questions about the world our parents were a part of.

I find my mind wandering back to the "family" I'm leaving behind. It's not terrible per se- for me at least. I'm leaving for my brother. It would probably be a lot worse for me if I stayed, and he left. So I'm going for him. Yeah. For him. He can't be by himself. He needs his sister. Yeah, I'm a little curious about this magic stuff, but I'm only going for Harry.

All for Harry.

* * *

The next thing I know, we're walking towards a restaurant called The Leaky Cauldron. It's small and a little dark, people walk past as if they can't even see it. Maybe they can't, maybe there's a spell on it or something.

Maybe this is all a dream. Maybe I'll wake up and find myself back at home, with my head aching from my uncle and Harry keeping me company.

But it's not. This is real. I'm not dreaming.

We walk into the dark bar, and Hagrid speaks to the barman. Suddenly, Harry's surrounded by tons of people and I'm being pushed to the side.

He shakes hands with them, some come into the line again, just to shake his hand again. I've never seen him this happy before, so I decide to push down all of my feelings of hurt and force a smile onto my lips. Just for him.