The Face in the Mirror

Chapter 1

October 15^th, 2003

9:45am

Harry placed his hand over the headstones, "Lily Potter" and "James Potter". His wife, Hermione, stood behind him, silent tears running down her cheeks. His godfather, Sirius, stood next to Hermione, watching him. Every October, the three of them visited the graves of Harry's parents. It was never easy to see Harry completely break down, but he insisted on coming, accompanied by Sirius and Hermione. Harry slowly stood up and went over to Hermione's other side. Placing an arm around her waist, he pulled her close, still weeping silently.

"Harry, I...um...are you okay?" murmured Hermione.

Harry saw the concern in his wife's eyes. "Hermione," he responded. "I'm okay, I just wish they could have met you." Harry drew her tighter to him, and beckoned Sirius to join them for a three-person hug.

Sirius sighed, a thoughtful look coming over his face. Harry looked up at him. "Sirius, are you absolutely sure that I don't have any other relatives?"

Sirius gulped. The question, which was bound to happen, had happened, and although he knew the answer, he suddenly wasn't sure. He suddenly realized that both Harry and Hermione were studying him closely. "It must be all over my face," he thought to himself. "Come on, Sirius, I gotta know," said Harry quietly.

"Okay, I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to get mad," Sirius paused, "Both of you?" Harry and Hermione nodded.

"Harryyouhaveatwinsister," Sirius blurted out. Sirius braced himself for the inevitable. He fully excepted to have his nose broken, and for his godson never to speak to him again. Heck, he would have excepted hell to freeze over before Harry reacted the way he did...by falling over laughing.

"Oh, Sirius,"gasped Harry. "As evil as that is, it's fucking funny." Hermione nodded in the affirmation, struggling to hold back her laughter.

Sirius stared at them. "I don't believe you're not mad at me!" too relieved to wonder about their laughter.

Sirius smiled, and pulled out his wallet, removing a picture. Harry and Hermione silenced immediately. The picture showed two children, about six months old, with messy black hair and striking green eyes. Written in gold in the lower left-hand corner was "Harry and Alexis '81." Harry took in a sharp breath, and Hermione took the picture with trembling hands.

"Oh, Sirius," Harry repeated, a little shaken. "You aren't kidding?"

"No, I'm not. You have a twin sister, and her name is Alexis, "Sirius explained, slowly and clearly. "Are you okay with that?"

"I don't know if it's okay with me. I don't know what to believe at the moment!" screamed Harry. The cemetery went silent, and everyone turned to look at him, surprised. Everyone, except for Sirius, who had expected this reaction all along. Harry realized what he had done, and turned red.

His voice much lower, Harry said, "Okay, sorry about the outburst, but I have a lot of unanswered questions, and I would appreciate having the answers."

Sirius sighed, "Let's go back to my house, and I'll answer your questions the best I can." Harry and Hermione agreed, and the three of them silently made their way back to Sirius' flat, excited, and nervous about the upcoming conversation.