The Fatal Enchantment

I am a Pureblood

Third Person's P.O.V.:-

"Dumbledore reckons You-Know-Who's getting stronger again as well?" Ron whispered.
Everything Harry had seen in the Pensieve, nearly everything Dumbledore had told and shown him afterward, he had now shared with Ron and Hermione - and, of course, with Sirius, to whom Harry had sent an owl the moment he had left Dumbledore's office. Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat up late in the common room once again that night, talking it all over until Harry's mind was reeling, until he understood what Dumbledore had meant about a head becoming so full of thoughts that it would have been a relief to siphon them off.
Ron stared into the common room fire. Harry thought he saw Ron shiver slightly, even though the evening was warm.
"And he trusts Snape?" Ron said. "He really trusts Snape, even though he knows he was a Death Eater?"
"Yes," said Harry.
Hermione and Alexia had not spoken for ten minutes. She was sitting with her forehead in her hands, staring at her knees, while Alexia sat chewing her sugar quill. Harry thought they too looked as though they could have done with a Pensieve.
"Rita Skeeter," Hermione muttered finally.
"How can you be worrying about her now?" said Ron, in utter disbelief.
"I'm not worrying about her," Hermione said to her knees. "I'm just thinking... remember what she said to me in the Three Broomsticks? 'I know things about Ludo Bagman that would make your hair curl.' This is what she meant, isn't it? She reported his trial, she knew he'd passed information to the Death Eaters. And Winky too, remember... 'Ludo Bagman's a bad wizard.' Mr. Crouch would have been furious he got off, he would have talked about it at home."
"Yeah, but Bagman didn't pass information on purpose, did he?" Hermione shrugged.
"And Fudge reckons Madame Maxime attacked Crouch?" Ron said, turning back to Harry.
"Yeah," said Harry, "but he's only saying that because Crouch disappeared near the Beauxbatons carriage."
"We never thought of her, did we?" said Ron slowly. "Mind you, she's definitely got giant blood, and she doesn't want to admit it-"
"Of course she doesn't," said Alexia sharply, looking up. "Look what happened to Hagrid when Rita found out about his mother. Look at Fudge, jumping to conclusions about her, just because she's part giant. Who needs that sort of prejudice? I'd probably say I had big bones if I knew that's what I'd get for telling the truth."
"I agree with you Mia" said Hermione. Dennis and Colin told Alexia, that Dumbledore had called for her, and Alexia left.
Hermione looked at her watch. "We haven't done any practicing!" she said, looking shocked. "We were going to do the Impediment Curse! We'll have to really get down to it tomorrow! Come on. Harry, you need to get some sleep."
Harry and Ron went slowly upstairs to their dormitory. As Harry pulled on his pajamas, he looked over at Nevilles bed. True to his word to Dumbledore, he had not told Ron and Hermione about Neville s parents. As Harry took off his glasses and climbed into his four-poster, he imagined how it must feel to have parents still living but unable to recognize you. He often got sympathy from strangers for being an orphan, but as he listened to Nevilles snores, he thought that Neville deserved it more than he did. Lying in the darkness, Harry felt a rush of anger and hate toward the people who had tortured Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom... He remembered the jeers of the crowd as Crouch's son and his companions had been dragged from the court by the dementors... He understood how they had felt... Then he remembered the milk-white face of the screaming boy and realized with a jolt that he had died a year later... It was Voldemort, Harry thought, staring up at the canopy of his bed in thedarkness, it all came back to Voldemort... He was the one who had torn these families apart, who had ruined all these lives...
Ron and Hermione were supposed to be studying for their exams, which would finish on the day of the third task, but they were putting most of their efforts into helping Harry prepare.
"Don't worry about it," Hermione said shortly when Harry pointed this out to them and said he didn't mind practicing on his own for a while, "at least we'll get top marks in Defense Against the Dark Arts. We'd never have found out about all these hexes in class."
"Good training for when we're all Aurors," said Ron excitedly, attempting the Impediment Curse on a wasp that had buzzed into the room and making it stop dead in midair.
The mood in the castle as they entered June became excited and tense again. Everyone was looking forward to the third task, which would take place a week before the end of term. Harry was practicing hexes at every available moment. He felt more confident about this task than either of the others. Difficult and dangerous though it would undoubtedly be, Moody was right: Harry had managed to find his way past monstrous creatures and enchanted barriers before now, and this time he had some notice, some chance to prepare himself for what lay ahead.
Tired of walking in on Harry, Hermione, and Ron all over the school, Professor McGonagall had given them permission to use the empty Transfiguration classroom at lunchtimes. Harry had soon mastered the Impediment Curse, a spell to slow down and obstruct attackers; the Reductor Curse, which would enable him to blast solid objects out of his way; and the Four-Point Spell, a useful discovery of Hermiones that would make his wand point due north, therefore enabling him to check whether he was going in the right direction within the maze. He was still having trouble with the Shield Charm, though. This was supposed to cast a temporary, invisible wall around himself that deflected minor curses; Hermione managed to shatter it with a well-placed Jelly-Legs Jinx, and Harry wobbled around the room for ten minutes afterward before she had looked up the counterjinx.
"You're still doing really well, though," Hermione said encouragingly, looking down her list and crossing off those spells they had already learned. "Some of these are bound to come in handy."
"Come and look at this," said Alexia, who was standing by the window. She was staring down onto the grounds. "What's Malfoy doing?"
Harry, Ron and Hermione went to see. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were standing in the shadow of a tree below. Crabbe and Goyle seemed to be keeping a lookout; both were smirking. Malfoy was holding his hand up to his mouth and speaking into it.
"He looks like he's using a walkie-talkie," said Harry curiously.
"He can't be," said Hermione, "I've told you, those sorts of things don't work around Hogwarts. Come on, Harry," she added briskly, turning away from the window and moving back into the middle of the room, "let's try that Shield Charm again."
Sirius was sending daily owls now. Like Hermione, he seemed to want to concentrate on getting Harry through the last task before they concerned themselves with anything else. He reminded Harry in every letter that whatever might be going on outside the walls of Hogwarts was not Harry's responsibility, nor was it within his power to influence it.

If Voldemort is really getting stronger again, he wrote, my priority is to ensure your safety. He cannot hope to lay hands on you while you are under Dumbledore's protection, but all the same, take no risks: Concentrate on getting through that maze safely, and then we can turn our attention to other matters.

Harry's nerves mounted as June the twenty-fourth drew closer, but they were not as bad as those he had felt before the first and second tasks. For one thing, he was confident that, this time, he had done everything in his power to prepare for the task. For another, this was the final hurdle, and however well or badly he did, the tournament would at last be over, which would be an enormous relief.
"Harry I need to tell you something..." said Alexia.

~~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Alexia held the knocker of the door to Dumbledore's office, when Dumbledore told her to enter. She did, as Dumbledore beckoned her to put his head inside a basin like structure with liquid inside it...... a pensieve.
"It consists the memories of your true blood line Miss Potter." Alexia put her head inside as she felt herself get sucked in. she saw the very same woman she'd seen in her vision, as she frowned.
"Please James, this is your baby. Snatchers are after my child, and a prophecy has been made about our daughter, they are after me. Please take care of her." said Elisheba to James. James nodded his head.
"Don't worry Elisheba. James told me everything, about sleeping with you when drunk one night after work. It's alright... we'll keep her as our own daughter." Lily said. Elisheba kissed her baby daughter for the last time as she cried looking at her daughter.
"Keep well always Alexia Amelia Shafiq Potter. said Elisheba as she turned and ran.
"Your father is James Potter, but he had a night's affair with Miss Shafiq, even when married with his wife Lily. Lily forgave him, he was not in his true conscious, but Lily knew Elisheba well. She knew she wouldn't do anything to bring upon harm onto James and her relationship. She even knew Elisheba regretted that event of her life. But one thing, she never regretted was having you. This is the last memory of your birth mother. She gave you over to your father and stepmother, and ran diverting the Death Eaters and Snatchers from you, to keep you safe. She was a Slytherin with the traits of a Ravenclaw, while your father was a Gryffindor right from the heart. And yes, Harry Potter is a half-blood and your half-brother, Dudley is your half-cousin, and you my child are a pureblood, and a member of the sacred twenty eight through your mother." said Dumbledore.
"That woman was your birth mother, Elisheba Shafiq. A prophecy had been made in your name. With the rise of Voldemort, I beckon you, no plead you to join a certain group founded by me. It's known as the Order of the Phoenix. Your father James Potter was in it, so was your stepmother Lily. Your mother Elisheba was an ally." said Dumbledore.
"I'll join." said Alexia.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~End of Flashback ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"What is it?" asked Harry.
"Later." said Alexia. Harry past her a parchment and a quill.
"Write it down Lexi." He said.

I am your half-sister. Our father James Potter had a one night stand when he was drunk, on his way back from work. Your mother is Lily Evans, but mine is Elisheba Shafiq. Harry I'm a pureblood. Alexia wrote. She passed the note to Harry as he read it. He brought Alexia into his embrace.