Lyra Malfoy.
Harry didn't have a very clear idea of how he had managed to get back into the Honeydukes cellar, through the tunnel, and into the castle once more.
All he knew was that the return trip
seemed to take no time at all, and that he hardly noticed what he was doing, because his head was still pounding with the conversation he had just heard.
Why had nobody ever told him? Dumbledore, Hagrid, Mr. Weasley, Cornelius Fudge... why hadn't anyone ever mentioned the fact that Harry's parents had died because their best friend had betrayed them? Why did no one tell him that he had a sister? Did Vi know about it?
Vi's POV
I have a brother? My best friend is my brother? Is this what that connection meant? I'm The Harry Potter's sister?? No no.. Why did Fudge lie to me everytime I asked him. He knew everything. Then why didn't he tell me??? He knew how much I longed to know who my family was. McGonagall knew... Dumbledore knew everyone knew then why?
I have a family... Oh no... Wait... The Godfather part... Poor Harry.... But right now I can't go and comfort him.. I myself am not able to stand... But I have a brother... A family and Fudge didn't tell me, why? Dumbledore the person I trusted more than myself didn't tell me... We reached the castle. It was quite late. Almost dinner time.
"Vi please come for dinner."Hermione said. "No Hermione... Don't have the strength.." I said. I really had no mood to go for dinners and sit with Harry. And know the weasley's they will surely ask me what happened. Especially Fred. I don't know why but he seems to know everything that is going on in my mind....
Third person POV
Ron and Hermione watched Harry nervously all through dinner, not daring to talk about what they'd overheard, because Percy was sitting close by them. When they went upstairs to the crowded common room, it was to find Fred and George had set off half a dozen Dungbombs in a fit of end-of-term high spirits. Harry, who didn't want Fred and George asking him whether he'd reached Hogsmeade or not, sneaked quietly up to the empty dormitory and headed straight for his bedside cabinet. He pushed his books aside and quickly found what he was looking for - the leather-bound photo album Hagrid had given him two years ago, which was full of wizard pictures of his mother and father. He sat down on his bed, drew the hangings around him, and started turning the pages, searching, until...
He stopped on a picture of his parents' wedding day. There was his father waving up at him, beaming, the untidy black hair Harry had inherited standing up in all directions. There was his mother, alight with happiness, arm in arm with his dad.
And there... that must be him. Their best man... Harry had never given him a thought before.
If he hadn't known it was the same person, he would never have guessed it was Black in this old photograph.
His face wasn't sunken and waxy, but handsome, full of laughter. Had he already been working for Voldemort when this picture had been taken?
Was he already planning the deaths of the two people next to him? Did he realize he was facing twelve years in Azkaban, twelve years that would make him unrecognizable?
But the Dementors don't affect him, Harry thought, staring into the handsome, laughing face. He doesn't have to hear my Mum screaming if they get too close -
Harry slammed the album shut, reached over and stuffed it back into his cabinet, took off his robe and glasses and got into bed, making sure the hangings were hiding him from view.
"Harry?" said Ron's voice uncertainly.
But Harry lay still, pretending to be asleep. He heard Ron leave again, and rolled over on his back, his eyes wide open.
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Violet Lily Potter. Book 1.
Fanfiction*warning* It's a bit slow at first but it will get interesting soon. What if Harry had a twin sister but didn't know? What if his twin was saved only because of him? In this story this is exactly what happens. They meet on the train to Hogwarts in t...
