Lucille Rose Potter

Chapter 47

Can we get past the whole Sawyer and Lucy are siblings please? Best friends don't necessarily mean siblings!!

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Harry collapsed onto his bed, not able to control the wide smile across his face.

"I have a sister," his whispered giddily to his owl, "Lucy's my sister!"

Hedwig chirped fondly in her cage.

Harry looked around his room, it had never been anything special...a couple photos and letters hung here and there...but now there was no trace of the last six years of his life.

There was a hushed knock and Harry eyed his door wearily.

"Come in," he called.

The doorknob turned and Dudley Dursley sheepishly entered the small room.

He surveyed the room with wide eyes.

"It's empty," he breathed, frozen in the doorframe.

"Well, yeah," Harry sat up, "I'm moving out the day after tomorrow."

Dudley turned to his cousin in shock, "you are? Where are you going?"

Harry realized in his excitement, he had forgotten to tell the Dursley's that he was leaving.

"My godfather is buying a house for us," Harry gave a slight smile, "thought it was time for me to move on, you lot think I'm a waste of space anyways."

"I don't think you're a waste of space," Dudley frowned, looking down at his feet, "you saved my life last summer."

Harry was taken aback, "thanks, Dudley."

He nodded gruffly, shuffling over to sit at Harry's desk, "you're godfather...Sirius Black?"

Harry nodded, "he was proven innocent earlier this month."

Dudley nodded again, "and that girl..."

"Lucy," Harry smiled, "she's my sister." Saying the words made a thrill shot through his bones. His sister.

Dudley nearly fell off the chair, "you're sister? I didn't know you had a sister?"

"Neither did I," Harry was amazed at the civilized conversation he was holding with his cousin.

"Mum fainted when she saw her," Dudley commented.

"Yeah," Harry sighed, "apparently Lucy looks exactly like my mum, like—"

"My mum's sister," Dudley finished.

Harry nodded.

They sat in a brief silence, it was quickly broken by Vernon Dursley's thundering footsteps approaching rapidly.

"POTTER!" The door nearly flew off it's hinges as it was flung open.

His furious eyes immediately settled on Harry, not even noticing his son in the far corner of the room.

"I WILL NOT ALLOW YOUR FREAK FRIENDS TO BARGE INTO MY HOUSE! HOW DARE—"

"I don't think that was a friend, was it?" Petunia entered the room, her face ghastly, "that girl—she was the spitting image of Lily."

"Her name is Lucy," Harry said.

"Lucy," Petunia repeated, her eyes wide, "Lucille."

Harry looked at her in surprise, "how'd you—"

"Lily swore that would be the name of her first daughter," Petunia pursed her lips, "she'd name all her dolls Lucille, said she wouldn't bother with silly flower names...I suppose her middle name is Rose, is it?"