Athena Potter's Diary

Harry's journal: Entry 1462

**The summer before Harry's 6th year**

This day was certainly filled with surprises.

I have often wondered about my parents, constantly asking Dumbledore and others about them. Today though something unexpected was revealed to me about them.

It all started the morning at the Weasley's home. I am staying with them till school starts this fall and Hermione is here too. Ron, Ginny, and I were planning on working on Quidditch, while Hermione watched and kept score; we told her that later we would go over books, but none of us were expecting Professor Dumbledore to be waiting for us at the dining table.

"Good morning," He said nonchalantly while drinking his tea. "How are you all this fine day?" None of us knew what to say, we were all too shocked to see him there. He does not normally visit like this. Thankfully Ginny broke the silence.

"We are very well Professor," she answered as if she always said it. "How are you?"

"I am fine as well. Now," he stood up and placed his cup on the table. "If the rest of you will excuse us, I have something to tell Harry." I followed him outside, completely confused as to what he needed to tell me. Was Voldemort back? Were the Death Eaters preparing to kill me?

All I knew was that if Dumbledore had to come in person, whatever he needed to tell me must be extremely important.

"Harry, I am sure that you have some ideas of what I am about to tell you." He did not look at me but to the horizon.

"Not really sir."

"No, I suspect not. There was no way for you to know about this."

"Know about what sir?"

"Harry, what I am about to tell you may be very hard for you to hear."

"Don't worry sir. I can handle it."

"Very well, here I suppose there is no need to delay any longer." I took a deep breath, and gritted my teeth, bracing myself for whatever would come next. But nothing in the whole world could have prepared me for what Dumbledore was about to say.

"As you know when you were a year old, you and your parents were attacked by Voldemort, and you are alive today because of the charm that your mother placed on you." I nodded, wondering why he was going over things that I have been told for many years now. "What you were not told was that you were not the only one in your family to survive that fateful night."

I gasped, barely wanting to hope. Were my parents alive? "No Harry." he shook his head as if he had read my thoughts. "Your mother and father are very much dead, but one other was able to escape. Your younger sister." I did not know what to say. I just stared at him in disbelief. "Your mother was not yet 5 months pregnant when Voldemort attacked. Thankfully, due to our advanced magic, we were able to save her unborn daughter." It was my turn to stare at the horizon. Completely overwhelmed, I kept still as he continued.

"She was given into the care of our best healers and became a bright happy baby. We hoped to place her with you and the Dursleys, but after seeing how the Dursleys received you we thought it best to keep her away from them to save you and her any more hardship. Then we wished to have you two meet during her first year. And well we just kept putting it off to keep you both safe, but now Voldemort is gone and it is finally safe for you two to meet.

Do you want to meet her?" He looked at me with curiosity. At first, I did not know what to say. My emotions surrounded me like a thick fog, and then to my surprise, I found the words I had been looking for.

"How soon can I see her?"

"Tomorrow. That will give you time to explain to your friends what has happened and ask Mrs. Weasley if she doesn't mind an extra person at lunch then."

"Tomorrow." The word hung on my tongue and mind like a melted chocolate frog. It stayed there as I told my friends this revelation, and when I explained to the rest of the Weasleys. It did not leave for the rest of the day.

It is almost impossible to believe. A sister. I have a sister. I wonder what she looks like. Is she as excited about meeting me as I am? Will she like me? These thoughts swarm my brain and are stealing my sleep. Writing it all down in this journal is the only way to conceal my eagerness to meet my brand-new sister.