“NO I WILL NOT CALM DOWN

“NO I WILL NOT CALM DOWN!” Harry roared. Mrs Weasley gave him a sympathetic (but rather scared) look.

“Now, shouting won’t help anyone.” Mrs Weasley said calmly to Harry, patting him on the shoulder. He shrugged her hand off.

“This is NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU!” Harry yelled at her, feeling immediately guilty for taking out his anger on Mrs Weasley.

“Harry, leave Molly alone.” Sirius told Harry sharply.

“I’M NOT DOING WHAT YOU TELL ME!” Harry bellowed. “I TRUSTED YOU …YOU WERE MY FRIEND BUT NOW IT TURNS OUT THAT YOU’VE JUST BEEN LYING TO ME ALL MY LIFE!”

Sirius nodded sadly. “I can’t deny it.” He admitted. “But at least hear my side of the story.”

“AND WHY THE HELL SHOULD I?” Harry snapped at him. “WHY DO I OWE YOU ANYTHING? I JUST WANT TO KNOW THE TRUTH!”

“Well SHUT UP THEN!” Sirius replied, raising his voice for the first time. “And I’ll tell you!”

Harry stood glaring at him. Sirius could almost see the steam emanating from his ears. Then Harry sat down in a chair, still not breaking eye contact with his godfather. Sirius took this as an invitation to explain.

“Okay,” He began, taking a deep breath. “Well, when you were a baby, you were born as a twin. You had a sister called Jane and you were both adorable. You stayed together as a normal family with your parents …”

This brought a vivid mental image into Harry’s brain; a picture of a happy family in a cosy little house. Harry fought hard to stop the hot, angry tears spilling from his eyes.

“…until you were both almost one.” Sirius continued. “Then Dumbledore came to tell your parents about the prophecy …”

“What prophecy?” Harry interrupted.

“I …hasn’t Dumbledore?… it doesn’t matter for the moment.” Sirius said, trying to cover his mistake. It wouldn’t do for Harry to get too many shocks in one day. “Anyway, this prophecy …threatened you. So Dumbledore performed a Fidelius Charm to protect you and your family. It worked fine, and I was the Secret Keeper.”

“I KNOW all this!” Harry cried. “CAN WE JUST GET TO THE POINT?”

Sirius nodded hastily and continued. “After …after the …after it happened, Hagrid and me took you towo to Hogwarts. And then …well, there was a bit of an argument, but eventually Dumbledore decided that Jane would be safer if …if you two were separated.”

“OH, SO THIS IS ALL DUMBLEDORE’S FAULT?” Harry roared, springing back to his feet.

“No, no.” Sirius said hastily. “Well …ok, I won’t pretend I was innocent but … well, I did try and keep you together. I vowed than when I got out of Azkaban, I would set things right again.”

“BUT YOU DIDN’T, DID YOU?” Harry bellowed.

“No! Because I didn’t know where Jane was! No one knows!” Sirius explained impatiently. Harry paused hesitantly.

“What do you mean, no one knows?” Harry asked quietly. His voice scared Sirius more than when he was shouting.

“She was sent to live with your mother’s cousin.” Sirius explained nervously. “They moved house and no one knows where they went.”

“So …so you’ve lost my twin?” Harry asked. There was no mistaking the anger in his shaking voice.

“I …” Sirius couldn’t answer. What did you say to a question like that?

“I want to speak to Dumbledore.” Harry said calmly.

“I …I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Sirius warned Harry.

“IT’S A BLOODY FANTASTIC IDEA!” Harry yelled back. “NOW GET DUMBLEDORE FOR ME!”

Before Sirius could reply, the portrait of Phineallas Nigellus appeared. “What’s all the noise about?” he asked crossly.

“I. WANT. TO. SPEAK. TO. DUM. BLE. DORE!” Harry barked.

“And how am I supposed to arrange that?” the portrait asked.

“TELL HIM THAT I FOUND OUT AND I WANT A WORD WITH HIM.” Harry yelled.

The ex-headmaster looked ready to argue, but then he thought better of it and disappeared.

“Glad that’s sorted.” Harry said brightly.

Sirius grinned weakly and sat down, watching the fireplace. Harry copied him, waiting for Dumbledore’s arrival. He wasn’t disappointed. A few minutes later, Dumbledore came spinning out of the fireplace and landed on the rug.

”Ah, good evening, Harry.” Dumbledore said calmly. “And Sirius …Molly.”

Harry’s anger was made even greater by Dumbledore’s calmness.

“I found out.” He said shortly, coldly.

“So I hear.” Dumbledore replied politely. “May I enquire what you have found out?”

“OH, DON’T PRETEND INNOCENT!” Harry raged. “YOU KNOW JUST WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT! JANE! RING ANY BELLS?”

“Ah.” Dumbledore said. Suddenly he looked weary and a little guilty. “Yes. Jane.”

“You lied to me.” Harry said simply.

“I don’t recall lying to you …I just didn’t mention the truth.” Dumbledore corrected him.

“Same difference.” Harry replied. “Either way, you didn’t tell me what I ought to know.”

Both people were speaking as though they were simply discussing the weather. Molly looked from one to the other; quite alarmed. She stood up suddenly. “I’ll make some tea.” She said hastily, and scurried from the room.

“Yes, that’s true.” Dumbledore said heavily. “Perhaps we should sit …”

“Why?” Harry interrupted. “Why do it?”

“I …I thought it best.” Dumbledore replied, taking a seat. Harry remained standing. “I believed that Jane’s safety would be sacrificed if I kept you two together.”

“AND THAT JUSTIFIES IT, DOES IT? JUSTIFIES SEPERATING TWO TWINS? TWINS! TWINS SHOULD BE TOGETHER!” Harry hollered.

“I would have thought that you would be concerned for the well-fare of your twin.” Dumbledore replied.

“Oh no.” Harry replied angrily, shaking his head. “No way. You are NOT going to make me feel guilty. This is NOT MY FAULT!”

“Oh, of course not.” Dumbledore agreed. “I never suggested that it was.”

By now, Sirius was pretending to be deeply engrossed in a Daily Prophet. Harry had forgotten that he was there.

“Well what are you going to do about it?” Harry asked coldly.

“I …” this question seemed to take Dumbledore by surprise. “Well, I don’t know.”

“Well you can’t keep up the happy little pretence now, can you?” Harry asked, his eyes watery. “Not now that I know. SO WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?”

Dumbledore looked sadder and guiltier than Harry had ever seen him. “I don’t see that there’s anything I can do.” He admitted.

Harry snorted. “Oh, come on! You’re DUMBLEDORE! You can do ANYTHING! Finding her should be a piece of cake for YOU!”

“It’s not as simple as that.” Dumbledore said. “You may know the truth, but Jane …how do you think she’ll feel if one day her long-lost twin turns up on the doorstep.”

“A BIT LIKE I DO!” Harry yelled. “LIKE SHE HATES EVEYONE THAT KEPT THE TRUTH FROM HER!”

At this sentence, Sirius coughed sadly and Dumbledore readjusted his glasses.

“I’m sorry you feel like that, Harry.” Dumbledore said sadly. “But this is irrelevant. We can’t track Jane down anyway. And yes, we have tried.”

Harry barely noticed the scalding tears wetting his face. “WELL TRY HARDER THEN!”

Dumbledore lost his temper for the first time Harry had ever known. “We are trying as hard as we can, Harry! Don’t you think your sister’s safety is greatly important to us? If you think you can do a better job, be my guest!” he cried.

Harry gritted his teeth. “Well maybe I will.” He retorted. Dumbledore looked shocked. “Maybe I’ll do just that.”

“Harry …” Dumbledore began. Harry cut him off with a scathing look.

“DON’T!” he yelled. “DON’T YOU EVER COME NEAR ME AGAIN! YOU’VE DONE ENOUGH TO RUIN MY LIFE ALREADY!”

For a moment, Harry’s hand twitched towards his wand, but he simply snarled and turned on his heel to leave. As he walked towards the door, he almost bumped into Mrs Weasley carrying a tray of tea.

“WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?” He yelled. Mrs Weasley looked frightened and some tea splashed out of the cups.

Harry stormed upstairs into his bedroom. Hermione and Ron were sitting there. Harry paused, momentarily distracted from what he was going to do.

“AND I SUPPOSE YOU TWO KNEW TOO?” he yelled. Ron and Hermione looked frightened.

“Of course not, Harry!” Hermione protested. Harry snorted, then grabbed his rucksack and chucked a few necessary items in.

“I …where are you going, Harry?” Hermione asked tentatively.

“AWAY!” Harry shouted. He swung his bag over his shoulder and marched out. “Goodbye!”

Harry ran down the stairs, straight over to the front door. Dumbledore appeared in a doorway.

“Harry …” he began. Harry ignored him and, walking out the front door, slammed it shut behind him.