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The Return of Miss Potter by Zyii

Format: Novella
Chapters: 12
Word Count: 30,580

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Drama, Romance, Young Adult
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna, Draco, Pansy, Ginny, Blaise (M), OC
Pairings: Draco/OC, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Neville/Luna

First Published: 08/06/2011
Last Chapter: 10/22/2011
Last Updated: 10/22/2011


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What if Harry had a twin who was alive. How would that change his life? What would be the conequences of her showing up? Why has she not shown herself till now? How has she suffered? How would this revelation bring people together?

Chapter 1: A Shock with a Little Hope

 I had a very vivid dream of this and decided for once to turn my dream memories into a story. I only hope it's as good as my dream was (:


Chapter One

A Shock with a Little Hope

Harry found himself sitting somewhat nervously in Dumbledore’s office. The excitement he felt from the start of term feast and the prospects of his final year now replaced with tendrils of curiosity. Dumbledore looked at Harry steadily from behind his desk, the war was over, Voldemort was dead, and all was seemingly right with the world. Yet things were left unfinished. Dumbledore sighed; Harry would not take this news lightly.

“Harry, this will be hard for you to understand but the Order and I believe that your twin sister is alive”, Dumbledore paused dramatically, but undoubtedly it was unneeded, Harry was in shock. Used to being kept in the dark about things throughout his life, the prospect of ever having a family was something he began to think of as only a future thing.

Dumbledore watched Harry carefully, he saw the betrayal and hurt flash through his eyes, he saw the shock and wonderment and the smallest piece of hope creep in.

“We never told you before and perhaps that was a mistake to make but we, all of us, assumed her dead. Why burden you with more pain, when you would remain happier if kept in the dark” Dumbledore spoke quietly in hopes of quieting the anger looming in Harry’s soul.

“You have a story no doubt that comes with this Sir. By all means start talking, lest I say something I regret” replied a monochrome Harry.

And so Dumbledore began. “You Harry had a twin sister, Hannah. Until the day your parent’s died and Voldemort claimed you. We thought she had died with your parents, we never found her body but we never thought anything of it. I’m sorry to say that you were of greater concern than she was on that night. Regardless we came into some startling information proving the existence of your sister. I’m afraid I cannot tell you more as I do not know more. But I assure you Harry; we have the best people out there looking for her. As soon as we find her, you will be the first informed”.

“Sir, who gave you the information?”

A knowing sigh escaped from Dumbledore, knowing full well the reaction Harry would make from his answer. “Narcissa and Draco Malfoy”

“WHAT!” Harry angrily shouted.

“Harry please, we know not the facts. Do not judge them until we have found your sister”.

“Sorry Sir. May I go now?” questioned Harry.

“Of course. Harry, I am sorry” replied Dumbledore sincerely.

Harry silently nodded and walked from Dumbledore’s study, his head in a whirl, and his emotions in confusion. He walked in the direction of the Head of year’s common room, knowing full well that Hermione, Ron and Ginny would be there. He wished however that Draco would be elsewhere on Head duty tonight as he could not bear the thought of confronting him now.

The portrait loomed in front of him, a girl and a boy, heads from long ago. They eyed him with mingled curiosity and intrigue. “Password Mr. Potter” the young girl asked.

“Forgiveness” replied Harry and the portrait opened, granting access.

In a picture of perfection that the aftermath of the war had granted, Hermione, Ron and Ginny sat together on the cosy sofas, laughing and talking together, until Harry appeared with such a confused and unreadable expression that the laughter seized in one swift moment.

“Harry are you ok?” began a concerned Ginny.

“Gosh, Harry, I forgot, how was your meeting with Dumbledore?” questioned Hermione, exciting and nervous of Harry’s answer.

Harry looked at his friend’s faces in turn, each one a beacon of light in his life, loyal till the end. The mere fact that he had to remind himself that they would be there for him whatever, unnerved him slightly.

“I have a sister” he stopped, startled by the looks of pure shock on his friend’s faces. “She’s alive, apparently” he finished, hoping the bitterness he felt didn’t affect his voice.

“But Harry, that’s wonderful…isn’t it?” asked Hermione timidly. She could see full well the emotions running across her friend’s face, but none staying long enough for her to work out how he really felt.

“I guess” Harry murmured, somewhat dejected. Both Hermione and Ginny shared looks of concern, both wishing to help yet not knowing how to.

It was Ron who spoke, surprising them all. “You’re trying not to get your hopes up aren’t you” Harry nodded mutely. For though he didn’t speak it, he was afraid that when they did find her, if they found her, she would be dead and he didn’t think he could bear that. A sad silence fell over the room, as each friend contemplated their own thoughts.

“Do you not know anything about her?” asked Ginny, resting a reassuring hand upon Harry’s own.

He shook his head, and then voiced the words of Dumbledore, “They thought her dead, the Order and Dumbledore. He said though they never found her body the night my parent’s died, right then I was more important than anything else. They had no hope for her being alive” this time the bitterness he felt sipped into his words, and each one knew the pain Harry felt in being kept in the dark again.

Harry took up talking again, determined to finish the story, “Oh and here’s the thing. The people responsible for enlightening Dumbledore to this information were none other than Narcissa and Draco Malfoy!”

“YOU’RE KIDDING!” exclaimed Ron.

“Oh come on you too. Even I can see Draco’s changed this year. I guess his father being dead and all must help a bit” commented Ginny to the outraged eyes of her brother.

“Actually Gin’s right, I share these quarters with him and even I’ve noticed a change since term started” said Hermione.

“It’s only October Mione; he’s still just a slimy ferret. His father dying didn’t change that” replied Ron.

Sensing another shouting match coming, Harry intervened, “Please guys, we don’t know his role in this yet, can you just drop it!”

“Sorry” mumbled both Ron and Mione.

He turned to look at his vibrant red head, the begging clear in his eyes.

“Uh guys, Harry and I are gonna head back to Gryffindor common room, see you two tomorrow” her eyes sparkled, sending meaningful looks to both Mione and Ron, producing the desired result of making her brother’s ears tinge red with embarrassment.


Meanwhile Dumbledore was in his office pacing, anxiously awaiting any news. Telling Harry had been as complex as he thought and he could well understand Harry’s lack of hope in the matter. For someone who had lost so much, it made sense no to hope for things that could easily be snatched away.

In truth, the search for Miss Potter had begun well before term started, yet Dumbledore had seen no reason to inform Harry of this revelation sooner. Now that the investigation into her whereabouts seemed to be taking more drastic and firmer turns, the need to tell Harry had become a priority. And so it was done.


The days flew past and neither Harry nor Dumbledore heard a word on the subject of Miss Potter. Harry felt right in his rejection of hope on the matter but couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed all the same. He had purposely avoided Draco since he Dumbledore told him of his involvement, but Harry was now seriously considering confronting Draco into telling him everything.

Dumbledore sighed wearily from behind his desk, the portrait of Severus Snape seemingly empty as it had been for some time now. Dumbledore assumed he had a reason for his prolonged absence but was yet to know what it was. As he stood from his desk intent on retiring to bed, a sharp silver light appear in his office bearing the lynx patronus of Kingsley Shacklebolt. Dumbledore waited patiently for the patronus to speak.

“We found her” it spoke before disappearing.

Leaving Dumbledore smiling, his hope reignited. 



I only hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.