I do not own Harry Potter only the situations in which I put them in. I also own Amy, who is not to be used by others without my permission.
It was a bright, clear morning. Harry rolled over, opened his eyes, and stretched. He sat up and stared out of the open window which they left open so that a breeze may come through since it was so hot in the house at nights. After a while, Harry got up and went over to his trunk to find his clothes and trainers so he could get ready for another glorious day with the people he loved most in the world.
It was summer time before Harry's last year at school at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Sometimes, Harry was sad that after this year he would never go back, but another part of him was ready to go out into the world and show everyone what he could do. He planned on becoming an Auror after he left school, but those dreams had been kind of dashed after his fifth year at school when Dolores Umbridge had been Hogwarts' temporary Headmistress. However, when she left and the Ministry finally believed that Harry and Dumbledore had been right, and they were not simply crazy like Fudge had told everybody, becoming an Auror seemed like a good career path once again.
Despite his mixed feelings about leaving Hogwarts after this year, he was very happy to be going back. He was going to see the rest of his Gryffindor friends, be at home in a familiar castle and dormitory, and he was going to see Hagrid too. The only problem with returning to everything that was comfortable and familiar to him, one thing would be very different. Professor Dumbledore, Hogwarts most beloved Headmaster died last year atop the tallest tower by none other than Harry's enemy, Snape. Harry had watched in horror as Dumbledore had been caught in the chest by Snape's Killing Curse, and was thrown mercilessly from over the ramparts, and fell to the ground. Ever since that night Harry had had an immeasurable hatred and loathing for Snape that was only matched by the hatred between God and Satan. Dumbledore had been the one person that really helped Harry in destroying Voldemort, and now with Dumbledore gone where Harry, even with his strongest love, could not call him back. Harry was all alone in this. Well, not entirely. He had Ron and Hermione who were always there to help him when they could and to give advice when he was confused and to give him guidance when he was lost. They were the two best friends Harry could have ever asked for. Speaking of which, he was late to see them for breakfast.
Harry finished getting ready and with one last look out into the glorious morning, Harry ran down a couple of flights of stairs until he came to the Weasley's table. The Weasleys were a fine family, and even though they were poor when it came to money and expensive possessions, they were rich in love and family. Being one of the last Pure Blooded families in England did not seem to matter to them much. They were friendly and kind to anybody they met whether they be Muggle, half and half, or Mudblood. The Weasleys, unlike other Pure Blood families, such as the Malfoys, were not concerned with a persons' ancestry, if that person was decent and fought for the right reasons, that person was welcome with the Weasleys.
Harry loved it here at the Weasley's house, the Burrow. It was his most favorite place in the world outside of Hogwarts. He was happiest most here, and Harry was glad that now since he was seventeen he could go wherever he wanted in the summer, and not back to the Dursley's house. Now that his mother's protection had finally worn off, Harry would have been no safer at the Dursleys than at the Burrow. Here he was protected by wizards who would give their lives for his, which Harry was tired of people doing. He loved these people so much and if any of them ever died for him, he would never forgive himself.
Harry took a seat between Mr. Weasley and Hermione who both bade him good morning when he sat down. He said his good mornings as well, and he really meant them. For the first time in as long as Harry could remember, he was truly happy. For once he was enjoying his summer, enjoying his life all though he knew it would eventually come to an end. However, for the time being he was going to be happy and live life to its fullest. Harry had just laid his napkin across his lap when Mrs. Weasley came bustling over with two skillets, one with eggs and the other with bacon and sausage.
"Good morning, Harry dear," Mrs. Weasley said as she usually did. "Here you are." She filled Harry's plate with two eggs, four sausages and four pieces of bacon. Again this summer she had gotten on Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny for how skinny they all were, and this summer she fully intended to get them where she thought was a healthy look.
Harry thanked her and began eating his eggs. They laughed and ate and were happy when Ginny glanced out the window and saw the Weasley's new Owl, Hopper, because when he landed he hopped, coming down out of the sky towards there kitchen window. "Here comes the mail, Mum," Ginny said and went back to her sausages.
Mrs. Weasley looked up and bustled over to the kitchen window to open it so the owl would not crash into the glass and break it. When Hopper landed on the kitchen cabinet where Mrs. Weasley had taught him to land, she had been so tired of Errol making a mess of things when he landed, he held up his right leg which was laden down with mail. Mrs. Weasley untied the mail from his leg and let him go to go get a drink and catch a mouse to eat. Mrs. Weasley stood in her place sorting the mail.
"Here's one for you, Arthur, and one for me, and the rest of you each have a letter from Hogwarts."
She went around the table passing out their letters to them one by one. She reached Harry last, and everyone else had already opened their letters and were reading what they needed for school. Harry noticed that his looked a little thicker than the rest of theirs but not by much. It was like he was accidentally sent an extra letter. Before Harry could even unfold his school supplies letter, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all exclaimed at the same time, "Oh, no!"
"What's wrong," Harry asked, quickly unfolding his letter and searching through it to find what had caused everyone such trouble. It did not take him long to find it. Looking at the D.A.D.A books they needed for next year, the titles themselves gave away who was back to teaching at Hogwarts. They needed books for this year titled, "The Practical Way Around Practical Spellcasting" and "You Don't Need Practice, You Need Discipline". It was only one person who would pick out such books for them of this nature.
"What's that old toad Umbridge doing back at Hogwarts," Ron shouted disgusted still looking at his letter. "I thought we got rid of that hag two years ago!"
"We did," Hermione now chimed in, folding her letter back up and looking at her breakfast with a queasy expression on her face, as if hearing Umbridge's name had soured her appetite, which it had a habit of doing. "Now we're gong to have to put up with that loathsome woman all this year!"
"What say you, Harry," Ron asked him, staring at Harry's right hand where the words I shall not tell lies still shown faintly on the back of his hand. Harry had had the toughest time with Umbridge, but Harry was no longer paying attention. He was reading the other letter that had come with his school supplies. He recognized the first page of this letter as Professor McGonagall's handwriting which read:
I found this letter from Dumbledore to you. I give you my deep apologies for I opened the envelope and read its contents. I was very shocked by this letter and I don't know how true it is. When you get to Hogwarts, we will discuss this in more detail, I promise. After the Sorting and the Feast, I will collect you and we will talk.
I hope you are having a wonderful summer so far!
Harry was deeply interested now. He opened the second letter which had been written by Dumbledore himself. Harry was certain because Harry had seen Dumbledore's writing so many times that it was hard to mistake. Dumbledore's letter read:
I am writing you this letter shortly after I dropped you off at your Aunt and Uncle's house. I hope you will forgive me for leaving you in such a horrible place, but now I trust I have told you the reason why. Anyway, I have kept many things from you whether it was to protect you, or because I just forgot which happens when you get old. Harry, you are not the only child that survived Voldemort's sabotage on your home. Another also survived thanks to your father. Harry, you have a sister named Amelia Lilianne Potter. Where you look like your father with your mother's eyes, she is the exact opposite. She looks like your mother with your father's eyes. I left only you with your Aunt and Uncle that night for fear that they would not take in two magical babies. You went with your relatives while I took Amelia to America. I left her with a very capable adoptive parent, or grandparent I should say. I am not sure whether or not her grandfather has told her she is adopted or not. Please do not hold this against me, Harry. I did it for her safety. Voldemort knew that I would raise you against him and if he ever got his hands on Amelia, he would use her against me. You would have been pitted against each other. Now you see I simply could not allow two Potters to be at each other's throats. I'm sorry I have not told you before now, Harry. You need her now more than ever. You must find her and let her help with this war. She is a very capable witch now. She is eleven months younger than you. I hope you both like each other. Take care and give her my best wishes.
Harry sat stunned at this news. It was shock like he had never experienced. He was not alone. The Dursleys were not the only relatives he had. He had a sister who was in America. He was happy yet confused. How exactly had she survived? How come there was no mention of her by people who had written about that night in books? Why did anyone not know about the Girl Who Lived?
Everyone was staring at Harry now. It was an uncomfortable few seconds before Mr. Weasley asked tensely, "Harry, are you alright?"
Harry simply nodded and passed both McGonagall's letter and Dumbledore's letter to Mr. Weasley who handled it like he was handling a bomb. Mrs. Weasley read over his shoulder, her eyes growing larger as Mr. Weasley's grew smaller as they read both letters. Finally Mr. Weasley whispered, "Great Scot!"
"That's not possible, Arthur," Mrs. Weasley said in a shocked voice. "We haven't heard her name for years. We thought she died!"
"Apparently not," Mr. Weasley said, looking Dumbledore's letter over again. "It says right here where he hid her and how old she is. Maybe she is alive, you know?"
"What the bloody hell is going on," Ron asked angrily, looking from Harry to his parents. "What are you guys talking about?"
Hermione and Ginny agreed with Ron, and Mrs. Weasley reluctantly handed the letter over to Ron for the three of them to read. Hermione and Ginny crowded around Ron, their eyes growing bigger with every sentence they read. Finally Ron looked at Ginny and then at Hermione before he looked at Harry and said in a serious voice, "Bloody hell, Harry."
The girls had their hands over their mouths in shock as they too stared at Harry.
"I know," Harry said meeting all of their eyes, "I have a sister."