"Romilly, it is half past nine in the morning please put the book down whilst you eat breakfast," her mother said as she handed two plates to her and her brother.
"But Mum, I'm on this really fascinating chapter on the uses of wolfsbane in traditional Albanian healing potions," she enthused.
"Is fascinating really the word?" her brother said, rolling his eyes as he poured salt onto his scrambled egg. "And another thing Mother, when did it become okay for you to start lecturing people on reading too much?"
"Very funny, but I dedicate hours to books and do not insult them by trying to multitask. Now eat your breakfast. I need you to de-gnome the garden this morning whilst I'm at work," she replied, giving him a disapproving look as she handed him the tomato sauce.
"You're just jealous that we can read," Romilly said to her brother, but she snapped the book shut and tucked into her cereal. He shook his head but did not reply, his mouth was full.
"Romilly, stop picking on your brother, he's sensitive," her mother said with a grin at her son.
"I'm not sensitive!" he insisted.
"It's okay Harry dear, nothing to be ashamed of," she teased, ruffling his already unruly hair. That was one of the traits Harry and his father shared, jet black, untameable hair that stuck up at odd angles. Harry was the spitting image of James, the only thing that distinguished them apart was age and eyes. Harry had his mother's eyes, almond shaped and bright green. He was not quite your typical Quidditch obsessed magical teenager, -thought Quidditch obsessed and magical he was indeed- in his first year he had stopped a deranged teacher at his school, Hogwarts from stealing from his headmaster and being immortal. In his second year he had stopped the memory of a dark wizard, the very dark wizard his parents had almost died defeating in the First Wizarding War, from killing all of the muggleborns in the castle and saved his best friend's little sister in the process. Then in third year he helped convict a mass murderer who was masquerading as a pet rat. Luckily since then he had a reasonably quiet life, as quiet as it would ever get at least.
Over the years he had honed in his Quidditch skills, his first and only love. His father had represented England in a World Cup, they didn't win, but still it was quite an achievement. As such every spare moment he had, he was practicing and when he father came home from his job as an Auror he would persuade him to come for a practice game and take notes about his technique. James played in the chasing position, whereas Harry played as a Seeker. But flying is flying and his father still had many tricks and tips to teach him.
His sister Romilly was in the year below him, she was going into her fifth year in September. She was the polar opposite of Harry and James and took after her mother. Her long, straight dark red hair was identical to her mothers, and they had the same, pretty face. They were so similar that friends of Lily's, who had not seen her in years and years often met Romilly and called her Lily, there was some differences of course. Romilly had inherited her eyes from her father, which were a clear blue and she was taller than her mother by a few inches.
"Do you know when Hogwarts are sending out your book lists?" Lily asked her children. "They seem late this year." Harry shook his head.
"Usually they come out before the end of July," Romilly answered. "They've got a few days left."
"I'll book next Wednesday off work and we can go to Diagon Alley then," she said, thinking. "Speaking of work. I'm going to be late. Have a nice day, don't eat too much junk food and don't forget to de-gnome the garden."
"Yes Mum," Harry said, buttering another piece of toast.
"Your dad will be home at about four," she said, pulling on her travelling cloak. She was a Healer at St Mungos. "See you later."
"Have a nice day Mum," Romilly said, as her mother kissed her on the cheek.
"Try not to contract any infectious diseases," Harry said with a grin.
"When have I ever caught an infection disease at work?" she asked.
"It only takes one time and that perfect record will be ruined," he said.
"You are strange dear," she said, kissing him on the cheek too. "Remember the gnomes," she called as she walked to the front door. "Oh and if Sirius or Remus stop by, the book is on the coffee table in the living room!"
Harry was annoyed that the rain was keeping him indoors. He was wasting precious time that could be spent flying. Admittedly he had been outside in the unwavering sun almost every day for three weeks but that was not the point. Grudgingly he sat in the living room, glaring furiously at the offending raindrops which slid down the glass of the window in between passages of his book. He didn't understand how Romilly could be so immersed in a boring book about Potions, yet he was struggling to read '101 Defensive Seeking Strategies' which was infinitely more interesting. Taking a deep breath he vowed to continue his book and get to the end of the chapter before looking up and being annoyed that he wasn't outside again.
Luckily this strategy of forcing concentration worked and three chapters later he looked up for the first time, as the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," he said, as his sister had not looked up from her book. He stretched as he walked to the front door, two men were huddled under the little protection that the roof offered, their cloaks turned up against the rain.
"Fancy seeing you two here," Harry said as he opened the door.
"Let us in, haven't you noticed it's raining?" the first man said.
"Alright, come in, come in," Harry said, opening the door wide and stepping out of the way.
"Atta boy Harry," he said, hanging his wet cloak on the hook by the door. "Good summer?"
"No Sirius, it's raining," he replied.
"Only today though," his companion reasoned.
"That's my whole summer ruined. Come on Sirius, you must understand that ,you played Quidditch," he said. Sirius chuckled and shook his head.
"Oh to be young and care only of the weather," he sighed. "Do you remember those days Remus?"
"I'm a werewolf. Those days never existed," the second man replied dryly.
"Mere details," Sirius replied with a flourish of his hand.
"Are we going to stand here in the threshold or are you going to let me see my goddaughter? Is she in?" Remus asked.
"Yeah, Rom's in the living room again. Reading again, didn't even hear the doorbell go," Harry said, rolling his eyes.
"I wonder if she's read that book on Albanian healing potions I lent her yet, it's fascinating," Remus said with a small smile.
"Finished it earlier, glued to every page, then tried to start talking to me about it," Harry said, horrified.
"Just like your mother," Sirius said fondly as they walked down the corridor. "Her and Remus always had their noses in books whilst James and I were out on the Quidditch pitch." They quietly opened the door to the living room and watched the redhead reading.
"See," Harry said. "Dead to the world. Doesn't know what's going on around her when she is reading."
"It's obviously a good book," Remus defended. Sirius and Harry sent him bemused looks. Remus just shook his head and entered the room. "Rom," he called. She jumped and looked up from her book, her brow furrowed as she was disturbed but as she set eyes on Remus her face broke out into a smile.
"Uncle Remus," she exclaimed, jumping up from her armchair and crossing the room. "It's so lovely to see you. How are you?" She asked, kissing him on the cheek.
"And this is why," Remus said turning to Sirius. "That my godchild is the best one. You get left in the rain. I get enquiries after my health and affection." Harry stuck his tongue out childishly and Remus laughed good-humouredly.
"Hi to you too Uncle Sirius," she said warmly, kissing him also. "Mum said you might stop by. The book is on the coffee table."
"Remus came to talk about the book he lent you. Harry and I are going to talk about Quidditch," Sirius said proudly, clapping Harry on the back. "Much more interesting than potion theorems."
"Clueless," Remus and Romilly muttered, shaking their heads.
There was a clatter of forks falling to the table and a collective gasp.
"MUM, DAD!" Came two excited shouts from the dining room, an eagle owl ruffled it's feathers indignantly and envelops bearing the Hogwarts crest were thrown to the side.
"What on earth is the matter?" Lily asked, poking her head around the door from the kitchen, quickly followed by their father mimicking her actions.
"Who's died?" he asked unintelligently, running a hand through his messy black hair.
"I GOT IT!" They both yelled in synchronization. "I GOT THE BADGE!"
"Oh congratulations sweeties," their mother said, rushing into the dining room. "My son the Quidditch Captain, my daughter the prefect, I'm so proud." They just looked at the badges in incredulity. "James," she continued. "Come and congratulate your darling children this instant or I shall curse you into next week."
"Well today is a Sunday and that is often disputed as the end or the beginning of the week so do you mean in-"
"James," she snapped.
"Coming Lilyflower," he said happily, proceeding to hug his children also. They were not very responsive and just kept staring at their badges. "Do you think there is something wrong with them?" he asked, aside to his wife. "They are not moving."
"I was the same when I got my prefect badge," she said proudly, placing a hand on her heart. "Oh Jamesy aren't they just wonderful?" she asked.
"They're too much like us to be wonderful," he said, raising his eyebrows at her. "But I fainted when I was in Harry's position, Quidditch Captain. No higher honour at Hogwarts." His wife turned slowly toward him
"You were Head Boy and yet you consider Quidditch Captain to be the highest honour?" she asked in bewilderment.
"Oh yes," he said nostalgically, looking off into the distance and slinging an arm around her waist. "It's a good thing they are too enthralled in their badges to hear us though, your daughter takes after you."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Lily asked.
"She has one hell of a backhand on her," James said, shrugging. It was the truth and they both knew it. Lily laughed lightly and planted a chaste kiss on James lips and they both looked very proudly at their children.
It took twenty minutes for the two of them to able to form coherent sentences and by that time their parents had given up on them. Lily had to leave for work and James had disapparated muttering something about telling Sirius.
"Congratulations Harry, I know how much this means to you," Romilly said as they walked outside in the sunshine. Going and sitting in the shade of a wizened old apple tree at the bottom of their garden. "Dad's so proud, he sees so much of himself in you."
"Thank Rom," he said, a big grin spread on his face still. "I'm so excited. I've always dreamt of captaining the team," he ran a hand across his chin. "I'm going to be devising strategies and reading Quidditch books all year."
"That's all you did last year," Romilly pointed out.
"Yeah but still, this time it will be for a purpose," he said. "Well done for being a prefect by the way, I could tell Mum was proud of you. Dad less so, but he wasn't a prefect."
"Two prefects as children, it's a wonder he didn't die of shame," she joked, smiling fondly. Harry laughed at this. "Harry… I should tell you. I've been thinking about trying out for the house team for a few years now and I was thinking now that I'm in fifth year, I might give it a shot."
"Quidditch?" he asked incredulously, eyebrows shooting up.
"Yes, I've been practicing you see, but I completely understand if you don't want to try out, it might put you in a horrible position, what with having to reject me and if even you do decide you do want me on the team everyone will think you are biased because I'm your little sister and-"
"Romilly!" he exclaimed, interrupting her self-conscious rant. "You have to try out. That's a big brotherly order."
"Really?" she asked, face breaking out into a smile.
"Absolutely, now come on," he said pulling her to her feet. "We have to start training this instant."
"We do?" she asked, bewildered.
"Of course we do! When you are announced as new…"
"Chaser," she told him. "Like Dad."
"When you are announced as new chaser for our house it will be entirely on your own merit and after they have seen you fly nobody will ever think that I was soft on letting you join the team. Potters always make team."
Luckily the large garden was suitable for Quidditch practice, with high stone walls and wards stopping things from flying out. Unfortunately however Lily Potter was adamant that no Quaffles or Bludgers were to be allowed loose near the house. It took Harry three years of begging to let the snitch whiz around the large garden, but of course that was light, so not about to break any windows and it couldn't fly past the magic which their parents had put up.
Usually in the summer, should they want to play Quidditch they went to a field which overlooked the village where they lived, Godric's Hollow. As the village had a large magical population for a village of its size the elderly wizards decided that it was only fair they had a Quidditch field nearby, after all the muggle youngsters had a football field to play in. In fact, Romilly wasn't sure why they weren't there at the moment, where they could play with Quaffles and Bludgers, when asked Harry replied with.
"Because you're my secret weapon Rom, I have been waiting years for you to pluck up the courage to play," he said.
"What do you mean 'pluck up the courage'?" she asked, arms crossed as she let the weighted football soar past her. "Are you meaning to tell me that I am not brave?"
"Rom, when you were twelve you helped convict a mass murderer after thirteen years, I wasn't doubting that aspect of bravery. But it is obvious that are terrified of being compared to Dad and me," he said, in all seriousness.
"I don't understand," she said.
"Well think about it, you're like mum, just the same. You look just like her, you have her brains and her countenance. But me and Dad are the Quidditch ones, you know? And I just think that you put this off because you didn't just want to be known as 'another Quidditch playing Potter' but now you're not, because you've proven yourself to be all those other things as well," Harry said.
"You think?" she asked, curiously.
"I do," he replied with a nod.
"Well, I'd rather the third best Quidditch playing Potter than anyone else," she said with a smile.
"Atta girl, but come on we're going to be better than Dad soon," he said with a grin. "You can be second best."
"Oh really and how do plan on achieving that yourself?" she asked sceptically.
"Easy, when we play for England, we're going to win the World Cup," he said with a confident smile.
"You're crazy," his sister muttered.
"To win, you have to believe you will win," he said, in a voice that made him sound like he was preaching about world peace, then he ruined it. "Now look lively! I'm going to throw these apples at you!"
"What? Why?" she asked.
"They're bludgers, now get dodging them!"
It was dark before they went back inside the house. Romilly was absolutely exhausted and collapsed into a ball on the sofa, Harry had given her ten minutes at noon to eat half a ham sandwich and no breaks between, screaming something about the mark of a good Quidditch player being endurance. Their parents were on a prearranged date this evening, something which made both of them cringe, so Romilly was subjected to more Quidditch talk.
"Now, if I am going to guess at the team," Harry said, pulling out a large piece of paper and holding it up in front of her. "It will depend on try outs of course, but I think that the twins as beaters, Katie, Angelina and you as chasers, me as seeker. That means we have to find a keeper."
"Cormac McLaggen is a very good keeper," she offered.
"How do you know that?" he asked.
"Who do you think I bullied into practicing with me at school?" she asked.
"How did you get him to that, I thought he was an arrogant bugger?" he asked.
"It's quite simple really," she explained, supressing a yawn. "A flutter of the eyelashes, a toss of the hair, a smile and nicely placed compliment and there you have it. Putty in your hands."
"Romilly Jade Potter!" Harry said angrily. "He is a year older than I am! You should not be flirting your way into getting what you want from him!"
"There was no need to bring full names into this Harold," Romilly said unhappily.
"But my name isn't really Harold," he pointed out.
"And nobody but ghastly Aunt Petunia calls me Romilly Jade!" she said indignantly, narrowing her eyes at him. "Stop getting so het up about it. I'm going to bed, night Harry."
"Night Romilly," he said, waving to her as she left the room, but not looking up from the Quidditch book which lay on his lap.
"Romilly wake up!" Came a yell from her door, accompanied by hard banging.
"Oh Merlin, what do you want," she asked groggily, burying her head in her pillow.
"Get out of bed we have lots of things to do today!" Harry yelled.
"It's six in the morning," she whimpered, brushing the hair out of her eyes.
"I know, we're late, now get up!" Harry instructed.
"Fine," she groaned, hauling herself up and opening the door. "What do you want?"
"We're going for a jog, now get changed," he told her.
"A what?" she asked, incredulously.
"You heard now move!" he said, pushing her back into her room.
"I think I'm dying!" Romilly gasped as she stumbled through the front door, clutching her chest and breathing heavily.
"You're such a drama queen," Harry said, sliding past her and into the living room, his breathing was also laboured and his cheeks flushed with exertion.
"Where have you two been?" their mother asked as they entered the kitchen.
"Harry is trying to kill me," Romilly replied, slumping into the chair.
"We just went for a run, she's in training after all," Harry said, shaking his head as he sat down opposite her.
"What are you training her for exactly?" Lily asked, handing them both a large bacon sandwich. Romilly took one half of hers and placed it on Harry's plate.
"Quidditch of course," he replied.
"I should have known," she sighed. "Well you can pick up some new books on flying and gloves and things like that in London this afternoon. I want you ready to go by half past nine."
"Can Romilly have a new broom," Harry asked, his mother looked round at him.
"Romilly?" she asked.
"Yes, Romilly," he said. "You know. That girl that lives with us."
"Very funny, she already has a perfectly good broom," she said, tilting her head to one side.
"Yes, but it's just… good," he said. "And she can't just be good, she has to be great. She's a Potter."
"How about you leave it until your father gets home from work, talk to him about it, you know how I am with brooms. Though if you can wait until the end of September there is a new Nimbus coming out isn't there, better than the Firebolt," she offered.
"How did you know that?" the two chorused.
"I hate it when you two do that," Lily said with a shudder. "It's creepy. But James was talking it about it yesterday."
"How did your date go by the way?" Romilly asked, taking a small bite of her breakfast.
"It was lovely thank you Rom," Lily said with a warm smile. "Have you got everything you need to go to Diagon Alley?" Both nodded. "Excellent, you can slide-along with me after you've finished eating."
Two minutes later there was a shout from the kitchen and their mother ran in. Someone has stuck their head through the fire, by floo to have a conversation. "
Change of plan," Lily said, bustling in after a hurried conversation. "I'm needed at work urgently, someone has managed to breed a dubious giant toad and their arm is being digested inside it whilst still attached." She reached for her cloak. "Romilly, this purse should contain enough money for everything. Here is the key for the vault if it doesn't, floo to the Leaky Cauldron and don't let your brother buy anything stupid."
"Can I have some new books," she asked hopefully.
"As long as Harry doesn't buy half of Quality Quidditch Supplies," she replied, hastily kissing both of them on the cheek. "See you later." She rushed out of the door.
"Why is it you're always in charge?" Harry asked, Romilly sent him a look. "Oh...yeah."
(IMPORTANT AN- As you have probably guessed this story is very AU, but I thought, hey, I'm giving Harry a sister, I might as well let him have parents as well. The characters may seem a little OOC but I think that because they haven't gone through the same things which they do in the actual series that they would be a little different, like Harry would probably be a normal(ish) teenage boy with a Quidditch obsession. I always wondered what it would be like if Harry had known about and played the game since he was a toddler. But hey, that's the reason for that. Also I have played around with the ages, for example the twins are only in the year above, that's just because I thought the story would be better with those, beloved characters in rather than ones I made up. Thank you very much for reading, suggestions on pairings, situations, writing style, or anything really is welcome throughout :D )