Harry Potter and his sister Alison

Chapter 17

Harry sighed softly as he slipped off the one and only swing in the park Dudley and his gang hadn't managed to break yet and gave a small, forced smile to his sister as she switched places with him and he began to softly push her as she had just done for him.

Since Alison was a toddler she had always loved to swing and Harry had taken her to this park several times to get away from their relatives just to make her smile again as she swung through the air. But ever since she'd grown into the young teenager she was now, they came to the swings to relax and talk privately about anything they wanted.

Now, however, they were silently taking turns pushing each other on the swing; contemplating what last years events would do to their futures.

Alison was terrified for her brother. Ever since Voldemort's return Harry had more frequent and more terrifying nightmares. He hardly ever woke her up to talk about them though like he used to. She'd be lying in her bed, awake from her own bad dreams, when she'd hear him whimper several times before jumping awake. She didn't say anything to him though. If Harry wasn't coming to her that meant he didn't want to talk about it. So she let him be.

Harry was terrified but refused to let himself show it. He knew his sister was scared enough as it was and didn't want to make things worse by showing her how afraid he was too. She was only twelve years old and had to deal with so much more than he'd liked. Between thinking a brutal murderer was after them, to getting possessed and nearly killed by the same man who killed their parents, to constantly being at his side and worrying about his recovery during every one of his many, many trips to the hospital wing at school. And now Voldemort was back and he and  his Death Eaters could come and attack them at any moment.

"Hey Big D!" Alison's mocking voice cut through Harry's thoughts and he looked up to see his overweight cousin strolling towards them. "Cool name, but you'll always be Ickle Diddykins to me."

Harry let out a small laugh as Dudley's face turned red and his hands closed into fists. "SHUT IT!"

"Don't the boys know that's what your mum calls you?" Harry joined in with a smirk.

"Shut your face too."

"So who've you been beating up tonight?" Alison asked as she dug her feet into the ground to stop the swing she was on. "Another ten year old?"

"This one deserved it. And if you keep talking you'll be next you little brat." Dudley snapped and stepped too close to her for Harry's comfort.

He stepped around the swing Ali was still sitting on and pushed their cousin away. "Hey back off!"

Dudley smirked. "Not this brave at night, are you?"

Harry pointed to the sun setting behind the mountains and the darkening sky. "It is nighttime, what are you talking about?"

"I heard you morning last night. Talking in your sleep and moaning." He sneered. "'Don't kill Cedric! Don't kill Cedric!' Who's Cedric? Your boyfriend?"

Alison got up and stood by her brother protectively, glaring at the older boy. "Shut up Dudley."

He turned to young girl. "What about you huh? I bet you still wet your bed from your bad dreams. Do you still cry and suck your thumb until you fall back asleep?"

Harry had had enough. He yanked his wand out of his pocket and shoved it to his cousin's chest panting heavily. "Shut up, Dudley, I'm warning you!"

"Harry no!" Alison stepped forward and grabbed her brothers other arm. "He's not worth it." She added quietly.

The sky suddenly got much darker and a gust of cold wind blew past them making all three of them shiver.

Dudley suddenly got very nervous. "What are you doing?"