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They pulled back, and Harry's eyes revealed tears, mirroring Daisy's. Ginny quickly stepped in, gently wiping the tears from both their faces with her sleeve. Harry's expression turned determined as he said, "First, we need to get Daisy some decent clothes." Ginny smiled and nodded in agreement.
But before they could take action, Daisy's body went limp, and she fainted. Harry's eyes widened in alarm as he caught her, holding her upright. "What happened to her?" he exclaimed, panic creeping into his voice. Ginny's face was pale, her eyes filled with concern.
Glancing around, Harry realized it was already 8 pm. Under normal circumstances, they would have been heading to Fawcett Manor by now, with Ginny flooing to the Burrow from there, and Harry returning to the Dursleys the next day. But now, with Daisy's unexpected collapse, their plans were thrown into disarray.
Ginny's voice was laced with worry as she said, "We need to take her to a Muggle healer." Harry's brow furrowed, his mind racing. "But how? And at this time? I don't know anyone in Muggle London." He glanced around, feeling a sense of desperation creeping in.
Taking Daisy to Fawcett Manor was out of the question; it would take too much time, and Grandma Mrs. Tucker wasn't equipped to handle this situation. Harry knew some basic Muggle first aid, courtesy of his studies with Mrs. Tucker before discovering his true identity as a wizard, as well as his conversations with Madam Pomfrey. However, he didn't want to take any risks.
Their options were limited, and they couldn't even send a message; Hedwig was back at Fawcett Manor. Harry and Ginny exchanged a worried glance, unsure of what to do next.
Ginny's eyes lit up as she said, "Hermione's parents are doctors, aren't they?" Harry's face scrunched up in correction. "They're dentists, Ginny. There's a difference." Ginny looked confused, but Harry's expression turned thoughtful.
"Wait, maybe we should contact them," Harry said, a plan forming in his mind. "They must know some doctors, right?" Ginny nodded, and Harry continued, "Hermione gave me her telephone number once. I remember it." Ginny's eyes widened in surprise.
Harry instructed Ginny to stay with Daisy while he went to find a telephone booth. As he walked away, he couldn't help but wonder what Hermione would think when he called her. Just that day, they had returned from Hogwarts, and Harry had taken Ginny on a date to make up for lost time. But now, everything had changed. They had met Daisy, and now she was fainted in their care.
What would he tell Hermione? Harry's mind raced as he searched for a telephone booth. He finally spotted one and rushed inside, fumbling for coins as he dialed the number. As the phone rang, Harry took a deep breath, preparing himself for the conversation that was about to change everything.
Hermione smiled warmly as she pushed her chair back from the dinner table, feeling grateful for the warm and loving atmosphere of her family's home. It had been a while since she'd had a chance to spend quality time with her parents, and she was determined to make the most of their time together over the summer holidays. Her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Granger, exchanged a loving glance, happy to have their daughter back home.
As they chatted and laughed together, Hermione couldn't help but feel a pang of loneliness. She had only been home for a day, but she was already missing her best friends dearly. "Draco, Harry, Ron, and Neville," she thought to herself, wondering what they were all up to. She had grown so accustomed to their daily interactions at Hogwarts that their absence felt like a void in her life.
"I'm going to go call Harry and Ron," Hermione said, getting up from the table. Her parents smiled and nodded, knowing how much her friends meant to her. Little did Hermione know, Harry's evening had taken an unexpected turn, one that would change everything.
Just then, the telephone rang, shrill and insistent, breaking the warm atmosphere of the Granger residence. Juliet, Hermione's mum, was about to answer it, but Hermione quickly intervened, "I'll get it, Mum." She hurried over to the phone and picked it up, saying brightly, "Hello, Granger Residence here."
As soon as she heard the familiar voice on the other end, Hermione's face lit up with excitement. "Harry!" she exclaimed, her voice bubbling over with enthusiasm. Harry's voice came through the line, calm and serious, "Hello Hermione, Harry here, Harry Potter."
Hermione immediately launched into a breathless stream of conversation, "Oh, Harry, I've been missing you all so much already! Did you get Draco's letter this afternoon? I was just thinking about..." But Harry cut her off, his voice firm but urgent, "Hermione, I need your help." Hermione's words trailed off, and she listened intently, her expression turning serious.
Harry quickly filled Hermione in on the situation, his words tumbling out in a rush. "I found this homeless girl, and she's been through a lot. She fainted, and I don't know what to do. I'll tell you all the details later, but I need your help now." Hermione listened intently, her brow furrowed with concern.
"What do you need, Harry?" Hermione asked, her voice firm and reassuring. Harry hesitated for a moment before responding. "I need to know if your parents know any doctors. I don't know anyone in the Muggle world, and I don't know what to do." Hermione didn't hesitate, quickly calling out to her parents.
"Mum! Dad!" Hermione exclaimed, her voice carrying across the room. Her parents, Daniel and Juliet Granger, appeared in the doorway, curious expressions on their faces. Harry greeted them warmly, his voice polite. "Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Granger. I'm so sorry to bother you, but I need your help."
Hermione's parents exchanged a concerned glance before Juliet asked, "What's wrong, Harry?" Harry took a deep breath before explaining the situation. "I found a homeless girl, and she's fainted. I don't know what to do, and I was wondering if you knew any doctors who could help." Daniel and Juliet exchanged a glance before Daniel nodded.
"You can bring her here, Harry," Daniel said, his voice firm. "We live in suburb London, so it's not too far. We'll take care of her." Harry's face lit up with gratitude as he thanked them. "Thanks, Mr. and Mrs. Granger. I really appreciate it." With a final thanks, Harry cut the phone, feeling a sense of relief wash over him.
Harry walked over to Ginny, who was watching him with concern. "We need to get her to the Grangers'," Harry said, nodding towards Daisy's limp form. Ginny quickly moved to help Harry, and together they carefully positioned Daisy on Harry's back. Harry's muscular build made it easy for him to support Daisy's weight.
Ginny smiled, looking relieved that they had a plan. "I'll hail a taxi," she said, stepping out onto the sidewalk. She raised her hand, calling out to a passing taxi. However, instead of saying "taxi," Ginny said "tack-see," her pronunciation a bit off. Harry chuckled, despite the seriousness of the situation.
The taxi pulled over, and Harry carefully climbed in, Daisy still secured on his back. Ginny followed, giving the driver the address. "8 Heathgate, Hampstead Garden Suburb, London," she said, her pronunciation perfect this time. The driver nodded, and they set off into the London dusk, bound for the Granger Residence.
The taxi came to a stop in front of a beautiful, six-bedroom house with a large back garden. The dusk sunlight cast a warm glow over the scene. Harry, still carrying Daisy, and Ginny, stepped out of the taxi. Ginny struggled for a moment to handle the Muggle money, but eventually managed to pay the driver the correct fare.
As they walked towards the house, Harry instructed Ginny, "Ring the doorbell." Ginny nodded and pressed the doorbell. The door opened almost immediately, and Daniel Granger's friendly face appeared. He took one look at Daisy in Harry's arms and swiftly moved to assist him.
"Here, let me take her," Daniel said, gently lifting Daisy from Harry's arms. Harry relinquished his burden, relieved to have Daisy in capable hands. Daniel led the way to the living room, where Juliet and Hermione were waiting. Harry followed, with Ginny close behind.
As they entered the cozy living room, Harry apologized again, "Thanks so much for helping us out. I'm really sorry to disturb you at this time." Juliet and Daniel exchanged a warm glance, and Juliet reassured him, "Nonsense, Harry. We're happy to help. Let's just focus on getting this young girl the care she needs."
Daniel carefully examined Daisy, his trained eyes scanning her pale face. The rest of the group waited at a distance, giving him space to work. Mrs. Granger turned to Harry and explained, "You know, Dan also has a diploma in medicine, so he's qualified to treat patients beyond just dentistry." Harry nodded, feeling a sense of relief that Daisy was in capable hands.
Hermione's curiosity got the better of her, and she turned to Ginny, asking in a hushed tone, "Why is Harry so frantic about this girl?" Ginny's eyes locked onto Harry's worried face before she replied, "Harry's always dreamed of having a sister, and this girl... Daisy, she looks exactly like the sister he's always imagined." Hermione's eyes widened in surprise, and she glanced over at Harry, who was watching Daniel with an anxious expression.
Harry walked over to Hermione, his eyes still fixed on Daniel as he tended to Daisy. Ginny followed close behind, and together they began to recount the evening's events to Juliet and Hermione.
"We were on a date," Harry started, a hint of a smile on his face. "Just a normal evening out, and then... this girl, Daisy, she saved Ginny from being hit by a car."
Ginny picked up the story, her voice filled with emotion. "And then she told us her story... about being abandoned as a baby, and growing up on the streets. It's just so heartbreaking."
Hermione's eyes were wide with shock and sympathy, and Juliet's face was etched with concern. "Oh, poor thing," Juliet murmured, shaking her head.
Harry's expression turned serious. "I know it sounds crazy, but... I feel like I have a connection to her. Like she's... family or something." Hermione and Ginny exchanged a knowing glance, both of them aware of Harry's long-held dream of having a sister.
Harry took a deep breath, his eyes gazing into the distance as he began to recount a deeply personal and painful memory. "After the Dream Reality Convergence, I started having these dreams... visions, really. And one of the earliest memories I uncovered was from when I was just a baby. My mum was telling me that I was going to be a big brother soon." Hermione's eyes widened in surprise, unaware of this revelation.
Harry's voice cracked as he continued, the pain of that Halloween night still raw. "But... my parents and my unborn sister died that night. I never knew I had a sister, but... the will of my parents mentioned an unborn baby girl, and her name was... Daisy." Ginny's hand found Harry's, and she gave it a gentle squeeze, offering comfort and support.
The room fell silent, the only sound the quiet beeping of the medical equipment monitoring Daisy's vital signs. Hermione's eyes shone with tears, her face etched with compassion and understanding. Juliet and Daniel exchanged a knowing glance, their faces somber. The weight of Harry's words hung in the air, a poignant reminder of the tragedy and loss that had shaped his life.
Daniel broke the silence, his voice reassuring. "I haven't found anything abnormal yet, but tomorrow I'll call my friend, Dr. Evans. He'll be able to give us a better assessment." Juliet smiled warmly, her eyes twinkling. "Ginny and Harry, you're welcome to stay for the night. We have plenty of room."
Harry and Ginny exchanged a hesitant glance, not wanting to impose. "We don't want to be a burden," Harry said, but Juliet waved her hand dismissively. "Nonsense, you're welcome to stay. We'll get you set up in the guest room."
Harry nodded, feeling a sense of relief. "Thanks, Mrs. Granger. I just need to inform Grandma Mrs. Tucker and Ginny's parents about what's going on, but we don't have Hedwig with us. She's at Fawcett Manor." Juliet's face lit up. "We have an owl, you're welcome to use it."
Harry turned to Hermione, surprised. "You didn't have an owl, how come?" Hermione smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye. "My parents bought the owl for themselves, so they can stay connected with the Wizarding World. Sometimes it worries them, being Muggles and all."
Juliet carefully poured the steaming hot tea into delicate china cups, the soothing aroma filling the room as Harry continued to recount Daisy's story to Mr. Granger. "She told her grandma, not her real one, that she was found in a basket, just a tiny thing, about 9 weeks old, all pink and no bigger than the size of a palm," Harry explained, his eyes locked onto Mr. Granger's incredulous face.
Daniel and Juliet exchanged a stunned glance, their eyes wide with astonishment. "It's impossible," Daniel exclaimed, his voice laced with disbelief. "A 9-week-old fetus cannot survive, it's medically impossible," he added, shaking his head. Juliet nodded in agreement, her face pale. "The chances of survival would be zero, even with modern medical intervention."
Ginny's brow furrowed, her mind racing with possibilities. She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Is it possible that Daisy's not a Muggle?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The room fell silent, as if the very question had sucked the air out of the atmosphere. Harry's eyes locked onto Ginny's, a spark of intrigue igniting within them.
Hermione's eyes widened, her face reflecting her surprise. "You mean, could she be... magical?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. The room remained silent, the only sound the soft ticking of the clock on the mantle.
Just then, they witnessed an astonishing sight: Daisy's dark red hair began to transform into a vibrant blue hue. She stirred, but remained unconscious, oblivious to the miracle unfolding around her. Harry's eyes widened in awe as he grasped the significance of what he was seeing. "She's a Metamorphmagus," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Ginny's eyes sparkled with understanding. "In that case, Daisy must be taken to a healer," she said, her voice firm. "She may have a Wizarding disease, which would be unidentifiable by Muggle means." Daniel nodded in agreement, his face set in a determined expression. "We can do that tomorrow. For now, let's get some rest."
As the others began to disperse, Harry's mind remained racing. He felt an even deeper connection to Daisy, as if their shared Wizarding heritage had forged an unbreakable bond between them. He couldn't shake the feeling that their lives were now inextricably linked. With a sense of wonder and trepidation, Harry followed the others to their bedrooms, his thoughts consumed by the mysterious and enchanting Daisy.
Although Ginny's parents had always been lenient about Harry and Ginny sharing a room, Mrs. Granger had given them separate guest rooms, each with its own cozy ambiance. Harry's room was decorated with a soothing color scheme, and the soft moonlight filtering through the window cast a gentle glow on his face. He didn't protest the separate rooms, still reeling from the events of the evening. As he lay in bed, his mind refused to quiet down, his thoughts swirling with questions and possibilities.
In the dreamland, Harry's eyes fluttered open, and he saw Ginny standing before him, just as she did every day. But today, her expression was different - concerned and introspective. Her long, red hair cascaded down her back like a fiery waterfall, and her bright brown eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and worry. "It's not possible, Harry," she said, as if sensing his thoughts. "Your unborn sister died with your mum."
Harry's eyes locked onto Ginny's, his voice filled with conviction. "But what if my mum saved her from some rare method, just like her sacrifice saved me from Voldemort's killing curse?" Ginny's expression faltered, and she looked uncertain. She took a step closer to Harry, her voice barely above a whisper. "That's a pretty big leap, Harry. We can't just assume..." Harry pressed on, his words tumbling out in a rush.
"My mum must have been around 8 or 9 weeks pregnant around that time... it can't be coincidence, can it? Daisy looks exactly like my dream sister - dark red hair like my mum, and hazel eyes like my dad... and she was found in Godric's Hollow, for crying out loud!" Ginny's eyes widened, and she looked stunned. She seemed to be processing the information, her mind racing with the possibilities.
Ginny's expression turned cautious, and she placed a gentle hand on Harry's arm. "Harry, don't get your hopes up," she said, her voice laced with concern. "We don't know anything for sure yet." Harry nodded, understanding Ginny's warning. He knew he was getting ahead of himself, but he couldn't help the spark of hope that had ignited within him.
The two lovers shared a warm, tender hug, the tension and worry momentarily forgotten. As they pulled back, Harry suggested, "Let's take a walk in the forest." Ginny nodded, and they strolled hand in hand, the moonlit trees casting dappled shadows on the ground.
As they walked, Harry's thoughts returned to the earlier events. He turned to Ginny, his eyes serious. "I was really scared when I saw you in front of that car," he said, his voice low. "If it wasn't for Daisy... I don't know what I would have done." Ginny's grip on his hand tightened, and she looked up at him with a reassuring smile. "You'll never have to find out," she whispered, her voice filled with love and devotion.
The next morning, Harry woke up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. He got dressed and made his way downstairs, where he was greeted by the warm smiles of Mr. and Mrs. Granger. "Good morning, sir, ma'am," Harry said politely, trying to stifle a yawn.
Mr. and Mrs. Granger exchanged a surprised glance, clearly not expecting Harry to be up and about so early. "Good morning, Harry!" Mrs. Granger replied, her voice warm and welcoming. "We're not used to seeing you young people up so early."
Harry chuckled. "I usually wake up at 5 to do some exercise and workout," he explained. Daniel's eyes widened in surprise. "Well, your athletic build at just 12 years of age is proof of that," he said with a grin. Harry's face flushed with embarrassment as he looked down, trying to hide his blush.
Juliet began to busy herself in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for the family. Harry offered to help, but Juliet waved her hand dismissively. "No, no, Harry, you're our guest," she said. But Harry insisted, saying, "I do this at home, really." Juliet smiled and nodded, impressed by Harry's politeness.
As Hermione descended the stairs, Juliet turned to her and said, "Your friend is really very polite, Hermione." Hermione smiled and nodded in agreement. "Yes, he is," she said. "Harry's always been very considerate of others."
Ginny joined the group, and soon Juliet and Hermione carefully lifted Daisy and took her to the bathroom to clean her up. They gently bathed her, washing away the dirt and grime that had accumulated on her small body. Hermione carefully brushed Daisy's dark red hair, which cascaded down her back like a waterfall of autumn leaves. They dressed her in one of Hermione's soft, white dresses, which seemed to glow in the morning light.
When they returned, Harry's eyes widened in astonishment. "She looks... exactly like my mum," he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. Ginny's eyes also widened, and she took a step closer, her gaze fixed on Daisy's peaceful face. Hermione's eyes sparkled with curiosity, and she leaned in, studying Daisy's features. Although Daisy's eyes were closed, Harry recalled the hazel eyes he had seen earlier, the only difference from his mum's bright emerald green eyes.
Harry's gaze roamed over Daisy's face, taking in the small nose, the smattering of freckles across her cheeks, and the gentle curve of her lips. It was as if he was staring at a younger version of his mother. He felt a lump form in his throat as he whispered to Ginny, "Exactly like Mum, except for her eyes... they're like Dad's hazel eyes, just like how I look exactly like Dad but have Mum's emerald green eyes."
Ginny's expression turned thoughtful, her brow furrowed in concern. She knew that these coincidences were growing a bit too much. Did what Harry said in the dreamland last night might be true? The possibility sent a shiver down her spine. She glanced at Harry, seeing the mix of emotions on his face - hope, uncertainty, and a deep longing.
Harry suggested that he, Ginny, and Daisy should leave, but Daniel offered to drive them, insisting it was no trouble. "I can drive you all the way to Fawcett Manor," he said with a smile. Harry hesitated, knowing that Fawcett Manor was indeed very far away. "But it's a long way," Harry protested. Daniel glanced at his wife, and they exchanged a nod.
"We have a surprise for you, Hermione," Juliet said with a smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "We've connected our fireplace to the Floo Network." Hermione's eyes widened in shock, and she looked like she was about to explode with excitement. "What?!" she exclaimed, her voice rising in surprise. "How did you manage that?"
Her parents chuckled, explaining that they had planned to surprise her later, but circumstances had changed. "We were going to tell you later, but since Harry and Ginny need to get back to Fawcett Manor, we thought we'd let you in on the secret now," Daniel said with a grin. Harry felt a pang of guilt for ruining the surprise, but Hermione just rolled her eyes and scolded him good-naturedly.
Ginny grinned and gave Hermione a high-five. "Next year is going to be so much fun at Hogwarts!" Hermione exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement. "You'll be a first-year, and we'll be second-years. We'll have another girl in our group - Draco, Ron, Harry, Neville, Hermione, and Ginny! Just think of all the adventures we'll have!"
Hermione's persistence eventually convinced her parents to let her join the others for the day. With the plan settled, Harry carefully lifted the still-unconscious Daisy onto his back. The four of them - Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Daisy - made their way to the fireplace, where they stepped into the Floo Network.
As they emerged from the fireplace at Fawcett Manor, Harry's honorary grandma, Mrs. Tucker, greeted them warmly. She was accompanied by the twin elves, Twinky and Dimpy, who were busily polishing the silverware. Mrs. Tucker beamed with excitement, explaining that she had received Harry's letter the previous day and had been eagerly awaiting their arrival.
Ginny's eyes lit up as she spotted her parents and Charlie, who had returned after months away. She rushed over to hug Charlie tightly, exclaiming, "I've missed you so much!" Harry smiled, happy to see Ginny reunited with her family. He mentioned that he had also written to Ginny's parents, keeping them informed about the developments.
Mrs. Weasley, ever the caring mother, immediately tried to examine Daisy, but she couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. Arthur suggested that they contact someone from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, as Madam Pomfrey was currently on holiday. Charlie recommended reaching out to Pyre Jones, a skilled healer who had treated Harry the previous year after he had taken the Blasting Curse meant for Ginny.
Harry's eyes narrowed slightly as he recalled Pyre Jones's expertise. But what caught him off guard was Charlie's familiarity with the healer. "How do you know Pyre Jones?" Harry asked, curiosity getting the better of him. Charlie's face flushed slightly, and he muttered, "Oh, we met when you were admitted to the hospital last year. We became friends." Harry raised an eyebrow, noticing the faint blush on Charlie's cheeks.
Harry felt a pang of guilt and apologized to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, explaining that he had initially planned to spend the day with Ginny and drop her back home by nightfall. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to disrupt our plans," Harry said, looking sheepish, his eyes darting between Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, hoping for understanding.
Mrs. Weasley waved her hand dismissively, her expression warm and understanding. "It's not your fault, Harry, that you found Daisy and everything changed. It wasn't exactly a date anymore, was it?" She smiled kindly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. Harry felt a wave of relief wash over him, grateful for Mrs. Weasley's kind words.
Grandma Mrs. Tucker beamed with pride, her eyes shining with admiration. "I'm so proud of you, Harry, for taking care of that poor girl. You've always had a heart of gold," she said, her voice filled with warmth. She patted Harry's arm, her hand feeling warm and comforting.
However, Harry's expression turned serious, and he began to explain the strange connection he felt with Daisy. "I know this sounds crazy, but I've been having these dreams... and Daisy looks exactly like the girl in my dreams. The same hair, the same eyes... it's uncanny. And what's even stranger is that she looks like my mum, but with Dad's eyes." Harry's voice was filled with a mix of emotions - confusion, curiosity, and a hint of hope.
"Can it be possible...?" Harry's voice trailed off, his eyes scanning the faces of his loved ones, searching for answers. "Can it be possible that my unborn sister somehow survived?" The room fell silent, with all eyes fixed on Harry, as they pondered the impossible question.
Just then, Charlie stepped out of the Floo, accompanied by Pyre Jones, the healer from St. Mungo's. Pyre was a stunning brown-haired witch, with piercing green eyes and a warm smile. Harry couldn't help but notice that Charlie looked radiant in her presence, his eyes shining with admiration.
Pyre quickly took charge, examining Daisy with a skilled and gentle touch. "I'll need to run some tests," she said, her voice calm and reassuring. "Please, everyone, wait outside." The group reluctantly stepped out of the room, leaving Pyre to her work.
Harry turned to Ginny, his voice barely above a whisper. "Can't it be possible that Daisy is my sister, the one who survived somehow?" he asked, his eyes searching for answers. "There are so many coincidences... the way she looks, the dreams I've been having..." Ginny's expression was thoughtful, her brow furrowed in concern.
"It's possible," she said slowly, "but we can't be sure yet. We need to wait for Pyre's diagnosis." Harry nodded, not wanting to raise his hopes, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something more to Daisy's story.
Seeking some solitude, Harry slipped away to his room at Fawcett Manor, a place he hadn't seen since his first year at Hogwarts. As he entered, he was greeted by a chorus of excited chirps and meows. Poco, his little sparrow, Hedwig, his white owl, and Kluer, his colour-changing cat, all jumped at Harry, demanding to know where he had been all night.
Harry smiled, happy to be reunited with his beloved pets. In his unique way, he communicated with them, understanding their language and conveying his thoughts. He told them about his date with Ginny, and then about Daisy, sharing his hopes and fears with his loyal companions. As he spoke, his pets listened intently, their eyes shining with understanding and support.
Ginny slipped into the room, a soft smile on her face as she spotted Harry surrounded by his pets. Harry's eyes lit up as he saw her, and he opened his arms, inviting her to snuggle up beside him. Ginny happily obliged, nestling into the warmth of his embrace. The pets, sensing the affectionate atmosphere, settled down around them, content to simply be near their beloved owner.
Just then, Twinky, the elf, appeared at the doorway, a tray bearing two glasses of freshly squeezed juice in her hands. "Master Harry, I brought you and Miss Ginny some juice," she said, her eyes sparkling with kindness. Harry smiled, thanking her as he took a glass from the tray. Ginny sipped her juice, feeling grateful for the warmth and comfort of the moment.
As they sat together, Ginny's thoughts turned to Daisy, and she couldn't help but wonder what the future held. "Wouldn't it be wonderful if Daisy turns out to be your sister?" she mused, her voice barely above a whisper. Harry's eyes met hers, and he smiled, his heart filled with hope.
The pets, sensing that the cozy moment had passed, dispersed to their various corners of the room. Poco settled onto her perch, softly chirping to herself, while Hedwig gently nuzzled Harry's hand before flying off to her nest. Kluer, the colour-changing cat, sauntered over to a sunbeam streaming through the window and began to lazily groom her shimmering fur. Harry leaned in, his lips brushing softly against Ginny's in a gentle kiss that left her cheeks flushing. After the tender moment, they made their way downstairs, hand in hand, to the living room of the manor.
Pyre was still in the room with Daisy, and the group was eagerly awaiting her update. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were engrossed in a lively conversation with Grandma Mrs. Tucker, who was regaling them with stories of her youth. She spoke of her adventures growing up in a magical family as a Squib, of the pranks she had played on her siblings, and of the countless memories she had made with her own family. Hermione, meanwhile, was chatting with Dimpy, the elf, and laughing at his mischievous antics.
Hermione was struck by how confident and cheeky Dimpy was, a stark contrast to the Hogwarts elves she had encountered in the Secret Garden, whom Harry had taken under his wing - Chimey, Blinky, and Wobby. While those elves were timid and shy, Dimpy seemed to embody a carefree spirit, as if she didn't have a worry in the world. Charlie, noticing Harry and Ginny's arrival, flashed them a warm smile.
"I hope you've been treating my sister well, Harry," Charlie said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Harry's face lit up with a reassuring smile. "Of course, I couldn't dream of hurting her," he replied, his voice filled with conviction. Ginny rolled her eyes good-naturedly at her overprotective brother, her cheeks flushing with amusement.
Ginny's curiosity got the better of her, and she turned to Charlie with a questioning gaze. "I thought you weren't going to be able to make it here this summer, Charlie? What changed?" she asked, her brow furrowed in puzzlement.
Charlie's face broke into a wide grin, and he leaned in, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "Well, plans changed," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I've been offered a job here in England."
Harry's eyes widened in surprise, and Ginny's eyes lit up with interest. Charlie continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "The dragon reserve in Romania is opening another reserve here, and they want me to head it up."
Ginny's face lit up with excitement, but Charlie's expression turned serious. "But for now, it's a secret," he warned, his eyes locked on Ginny's. "I haven't told anyone except you two, and I need you to keep it under wraps, especially from Mum."
Ginny nodded vigorously, a sly grin spreading across her face. She knew exactly how thrilled her mother would be when she found out that Charlie was returning to England for good. "Don't worry, Charlie, your secret is safe with us," Ginny promised, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Harry's eyes sparkled with amusement as he turned to Charlie, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "So, Charlie, what's going on between you and Healer Pyre?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. "Is she the reason for your sudden transfer here?"
Charlie's face turned a deep shade of crimson as he stuttered, "W-what makes you think that? We're just friends, Harry." But his eyes betrayed him, and Harry noticed the faintest glimmer of a blush on his cheeks.
Harry chuckled, his eyes glinting with mirth. "Oh, come on, Charlie! You can't fool me. I've noticed the way you've been acting around her. You were able to get her here at the crack of dawn, and you're blushing like a schoolboy every time her name is mentioned. And let's not forget the way you lit up when she arrived – you looked radiant!"
Charlie's blush deepened, but he continued to deny any romantic involvement. "We're just friends, Harry, I swear! You're reading too much into it." But Harry just laughed, knowing that Charlie's protests were futile.
Ginny, who had been watching the exchange with interest, filed away the new information for future use. She couldn't wait to tease her brother mercilessly about his apparent crush on Pyre. A sly grin spread across her face as she thought about the possibilities for blackmail. Charlie, oblivious to the danger lurking nearby, continued to protest his innocence, his face growing redder by the minute.
Harry decided to give Hermione a tour of the manor, since it was her first time visiting. Ginny tagged along, but she had already spent a considerable amount of time at the manor last summer with Harry. In fact, it was the very place where they had shared their first kiss. As they strolled through the grand halls, Harry couldn't help but notice Hermione's wide-eyed wonder. She had spent most of her magical life within the walls of Hogwarts, and it was clear that the manor's unique charm was captivating her.
"This is incredible!" Hermione breathed, her eyes darting from one ornate tapestry to the next. "I've never seen anything like it!" Ginny smiled knowingly, having experienced a similar sense of awe during her own first visit. Harry chuckled, pleased to see Hermione so enchanted.
As they turned a corner, Hermione's gaze landed on the manor's vast library. Her eyes grew even wider, and she let out a squeal of delight. "Oh my goodness, this is amazing! It's almost as big as the Hogwarts library!" Ginny laughed, having anticipated Hermione's reaction. Harry grinned, happy to see his friend so thrilled. As a self-proclaimed bookworm, he had spent countless hours within those very library walls, devouring books on magic and learning.
"I know, right?" Harry said, leading them into the library. "I've spent so much time in here, reading and learning. It's one of my favorite places in the manor." Hermione nodded enthusiastically, already scanning the shelves for interesting titles. Ginny settled onto a nearby couch, watching her friends with a warm smile.
Harry noticed Ginny smiling at him, a warm and tender expression on her face. He walked over to her, curiosity getting the better of him. "What's that look for?" he asked, his voice low and playful, as he settled beside her on the couch.
Ginny's smile deepened, and she leaned in close to him. "Can't a girlfriend look at her boyfriend now?" she whispered, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Just then, Hermione intervened, her voice wise and teasing. "You two can keep the romance to a minimum, I'm still here," she said, laughing, as she shook her head good-naturedly. Harry and Ginny exchanged a sheepish glance, before bursting out laughing at Hermione's timely reminder.
Hermione rolled her eyes good-naturedly, a wry smile spreading across her face. "You two are already so lovey-dovey, imagine what it'll be like when Ginny joins us at Hogwarts this year as a first-year student, and we're all in our second year together," she said, chuckling.
Harry's eyes sparkled with amusement, but then his expression turned serious as he remembered something. "Hey, Hermione, you mentioned something about Draco's letter, didn't you?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.
Hermione nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Yes, I received it last afternoon, just as I was reaching home from Platform 9 ," she said. Just then, Hedwig flew in, a letter clutched in her talons. She landed on Harry's shoulder, and he gently took the letter from her.
"Looks like Draco sent us all the same letter," Harry said, his eyes scanning the parchment. "I bet Ron and Neville got one too." He unfolded the letter and began to read.
As Harry finished reading the letter, he and Hermione exchanged a warm smile. "It's amazing how much Draco has changed," Hermione said, her eyes shining with happiness. "He's really become a good friend, hasn't he?"
Harry nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and it's great that he's finally decided to be honest with his parents about his change of heart." He knew it wouldn't be easy for Draco, especially given his family's dark past and their expectations of him as a Slytherin. But Harry also knew that Draco had the courage to face his parents and stand up for what he believed in.
Just then, Twinky appeared at the doorway, her expression somber. "Pyre Jones has come out of the room, and she wants to tell you all something," she announced, her voice low and serious.
The group filed downstairs, where Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Grandma Mrs. Tucker, and Charlie were already gathered, their faces serious and concerned. Pyre stood beside them, her eyes locked on Harry and Ginny, her expression a mixture of sadness and determination.
"How did you find Daisy?" Pyre asked, her voice gentle but urgent, as if she needed to know every detail.
Harry and Ginny exchanged a glance before launching into the story Daisy had told them. "She was found in a basket, looking like a fetus about nine weeks old," Harry began, his voice filled with emotion. "An old lady took her to a Muggle hospital, and she survived."
Ginny picked up the story, her voice filled with compassion. "Daisy lived with the lady for five years, but then the lady died in a car accident. Daisy was taken to an orphanage, but it caught fire, and the keeper died. She was moved to another orphanage, but she got adopted, and her new parents died in a train accident on the very same day."
The room fell silent, the weight of Daisy's tragic story sinking in. Grandma Mrs. Tucker's eyes welled up with tears, and Mrs. Weasley's face was etched with concern. Mr. Weasley's expression was grim, his eyes narrowed in thought.
Ginny continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "When Daisy returned to the orphanage, it was closed, and the owner had left the city. Since then, her story spread, and she was known as the 'cursed child.' No one wanted to adopt her, and she's been homeless for the past six years."
Hermione's eyes were wide with shock, her face pale. Charlie's face was set in a determined expression, his jaw clenched in anger. Pyre's eyes, however, held a deep sadness, as if she had expected this story all along.
Ginny concluded the story, her voice filled with emotion. "Yesterday, Daisy saved me from an accident, and then we gave her food. She told us about her life, and then she fainted. We took her to Hermione's parents, but soon we saw her hair changing color, so she's not a Muggle. That brings us to now." The room remained silent, the only sound the quiet sniffles of Grandma Mrs. Tucker.
Pyre's eyes clouded over, her expression thoughtful. "Like that explains it," she muttered to herself.
Harry's concern for Daisy's well-being prompted him to ask, "Is Daisy okay?"
Pyre's gaze snapped back to Harry, her expression somber. "Daisy will live and recover, but it will take time. Being homeless, she hasn't been prone to healthy eating and drinking water habits, which is why her body has accumulated toxins."
Ginny's eyes widened in horror, her hand flying to her mouth. "That's terrible," she whispered.
Pyre nodded grimly. "If she had been a Muggle, she would have died. But being a witch has saved her. However, she is extremely weak, which is why she is unconscious."
Hermione's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "What can we do to help her?" she asked.
Pyre's expression turned thoughtful. "To remove the toxins accumulated in her body, we will need to do a month-long treatment. It's a wizarding world treatment called Dormio Detoxificus."
Charlie's eyes narrowed. "What does that entail?" he asked.
Pyre explained, "The patient needs to sleep for almost the whole day, around 18 to 20 hours. In a weakened state, they will slowly start to improve. After a month, the patient will be healthy again."
The room fell silent, the weight of Pyre's words sinking in. Harry's eyes met Ginny's, and they exchanged a determined glance. They would do whatever it took to help Daisy recover.
After Pyre finished explaining the treatment, Grandma Mrs. Tucker took charge, instructing Twinky and Dimpy to prepare Daisy's room accordingly and assist in her care. "Make sure the room is quiet and comfortable for her," she said, her voice warm and nurturing. "And see that she's fed nutritious food to aid in her recovery." Pyre assured them that she would visit twice daily to oversee the treatment and monitor Daisy's progress.
As the others began to disperse, Harry and Ginny drew Pyre aside, their voices hushed. They led her to a quiet corner of the room, away from prying ears. "Pyre, we need to tell you something," Harry said, his eyes serious and intent.
Pyre's expression turned curious, and she nodded for them to continue. Harry took a deep breath before launching into the story of his dream, Daisy's appearance, and the strange similarities between them. Ginny added her own observations, telling Pyre about the way Daisy's eyes seemed to sparkle with a familiar light.
When they finished, Harry asked the question that had been haunting him. "Pyre, is it possible that Daisy is my sister?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "That she somehow survived because she was found as a fetus, only nine weeks old? My mum must have been around eight or nine weeks pregnant when she was murdered by...by Voldemort."
Pyre's eyes widened, and she flinched at the mention of the Dark Lord's name. Her expression turned pale, and she seemed to be struggling to process the possibility. She took a deep breath, her eyes locked on Harry's, before speaking in a barely audible whisper.
Pyre's expression turned thoughtful as she considered Harry's question. "It's possible," she said finally, her voice measured and cautious. "If you can survive the Killing Curse, then perhaps your sister could have survived as well."
Harry nodded, his eyes locked on Pyre's, his mind racing with the possibilities. "I survived because of my mum's sacrifice," he said, his voice filled with emotion, remembering the ultimate sacrifice his mother had made for him.
Pyre's eyes softened, and she nodded, her expression sympathetic. "Yes, similarly, your sister might have survived, but her case was rather complicated. She was a fetus inside the womb, but still, it's possible."
Ginny leaned forward, her eyes shining with excitement, her long red hair cascading down her back like a fiery waterfall. "We've already noticed the resemblance," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Daisy looks just like Lily, with the same bright red hair, and she has James's eyes - the same bright hazel eyes that sparkle with warmth and kindness."
Pyre's expression turned intrigued, her eyebrows rising in surprise. "Really?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. "That's quite a strong resemblance."
Harry nodded, his heart racing with excitement, hope, and trepidation. "We can't help but wonder if she's really my sister," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Pyre's expression turned thoughtful, her eyes narrowing as she considered the possibilities. "The only way to be sure is with a bloodline test," she said finally. "And those are only done by goblins, for friends of the Goblin Nation."
Harry smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye, remembering his adventures with the goblins. "I'm a friend of the Goblin Nation," he said, his voice filled with confidence.
Pyre's eyes widened in surprise, her eyebrows rising in astonishment. "Really?" she asked, her voice tinged with incredulity.
Ginny nodded, a smile spreading across her face. "So we can arrange the test?" she asked, her voice filled with excitement.
Pyre hesitated, her expression turning cautious. "We should do that after the treatment, though," she said. "Daisy needs to recover first. The test can wait, but her health can't."
Harry nodded resolutely, his eyes shining with determination. "I'll do everything to help Daisy, sister or not," he said, his voice firm and resolute.
Ginny smiled at her boyfriend, her eyes filled with pride and admiration. "That's my Harry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, her lips curving upwards in a gentle smile.
Pyre nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "I'll hold you to that, Harry," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
As they made their way back to the hall of the manor, Pyre announced that she should leave now. Charlie immediately offered to escort her to St. Mungo's safely, his eyes shining with chivalry.
"I'd be happy to see you home, Pyre," Charlie said, his voice filled with courtesy.
Pyre's expression turned curious, seemingly unaware of Charlie's intentions. "Oh, that's not necessary, Charlie," she said, her voice polite.
Harry and Ginny exchanged a knowing glance, smirking at each other. They could see the sparks flying between Charlie and Pyre, and they knew that Charlie had his work cut out for him.
"Looks like Charlie will need to do quite some efforts to win Pyre's heart," Ginny whispered to Harry, her eyes shining with amusement.
Harry grinned, nodding in agreement. "Definitely," he whispered back.
As Pyre and Charlie departed, Grandma Mrs. Tucker reminded Harry to pack his things, as he would need to leave for the Dursleys' by evening.
"Don't forget to pack your trunk, Harry," Grandma Mrs. Tucker said, her voice firm but gentle. "You need to be at the Dursleys' by evening."
Harry nodded, knowing that due to the blood wards, he had to spend some time at the Dursleys'. He wasn't looking forward to it, but he knew it was necessary.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley bid their farewells, departing for the Burrow through the Floo. Ginny promised to return in the evening, when Harry would leave for the Dursleys.
"I'll be back tonight, right Harry ? ," Ginny said, her voice filled with affection. "We can say our goodbyes then."
With the afternoon still young, Harry and Ginny continued Hermione's tour of the manor. This time, they explored the vast grounds, including the huge garden, the forest, Harry's crop fields, the fruit and vegetable garden, the farm animals, and the serene lake.
As they strolled through the lush greenery, Harry felt a sense of peace wash over him. The manor, with its rich history and natural beauty, was a true sanctuary. He felt grateful to have such a wonderful place to call home, even if it was only for a short time.
Next Chapter is Back to the Dursleys.
A/n: I hope You like it. Please ignore grammatical and spelling errors. So this was it ? Do you like the idea of Daisy being Harry's sister. It was always my plan when I first showed that dream , I hope you Like it. Thanks for reading. § Hinny Forever § Please Review!