You Know It's Not the Same as It Was...

Chapter 3- Year 6 Through Year 9

Year 6-

Harry POV

My sister fought many bad guys growing up, and I love her for that.

She is my hero! She is a hero in disguise that will protect her family without hesitation.

Although it makes Papa cry whenever she injures herself, I vow to protect my little sister!

Despite us being the same age, I'm older than her. Papa talks about how she saved me when I was inside him, which caused me to be confused.

He told me that Katheren and I were inside him as babies. When I asked how we were there, Papa paused.

Papa never pauses, but I could tell he was nervous.

Katheren then tells me that when two people love each other very much, they magically create a baby.

I was amazed and asked Papa if he loved someone.

Before Papa could talk, Katheren took my hand and asked me to play.

I giggled and ignored the question I had.

Katheren POV

I couldn't let Harry ask Father that because it would only hurt him.

Yes, readers, I have some of my Father's memories. I knew my magic was powerful, but I didn't know how assertive it was.

I remember being in Father's womb peacefully before Harry came out.

Our twin bond could tell if one of us was in danger, which it did with me.

I gave Harry some magic to help him heal before heading toward Father's womb. There was enough space for me, and I enjoyed my time there until I came out.

No, I am not a reincarnation of another being. I am not perfect. I guess you could say Gryffindor is in my heart because I sometimes act more bashful than logical. However, while I have courage, I don't have any chivalry.

I am savvy, but logic can easily be too easy to understand, which marks no Ravenclaw in me.

I am loyal, but I don't trust people too easily. I take my time to know people before becoming friends with them. So Hufflepuff's out.

The only thing that relates to me more is Slytherin. They are cunning and ambitious, but they also represent resourcefulness and achievement-oriented.

If Father chooses us to go to Hogwarts, it'll be fine. If not, then that's alright too.

I don't mind letting him choose where we should go as long as it's not dangerous.

I clutched my eye, the one werewolf that scared me, and hissed.

Harry stopped playing and asked if I was okay.

"I'm sorta okay, Har," I told him.

It's been a year since the incident, and Father's changed. He still loves, but he comes off as too overprotective, which I don't have any blame for him.

We moved houses after my release from the hospital, which made our peaceful life emerge into a city-like one.

Despite having more people close to our lives, I can see Father still not trusting anyone.

If anything, he always has become more paranoid about us discovered.

We were always left behind with our same house elf, but I know he's trying to look after us. He loves us too much to let us go, and I'm okay with it.

You can say I'm "daddy's little girl."

Speaking of him, I remember the bastard of our other parent: James Potter.