[ REQUEST ]

"Y/n, Dumbledore wants you to join me on a task." Harry exclaims as he walks up next to me in the hallway. "Oh, I don't know. Draco might not like that." I sigh. "So, what? it's been years since you were sorted into Gryffindor. He has to be over it by now." Harry groans. "You know what, you're right. He's my brother. He can wait." I nod. "Said like a true Malfoy." He laughs. "A true Gryffindor. I'm nothing like my family." I correct. "You're right. You're right." He nods.
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Harry and I had been working together all week trying to butter Professor Slughorn up in order to get a memory from him. And thankfully, we did just that. "We make a good team, you know." Harry smiles. "Great minds think alike, Potter." I smile. "It's almost like we're twins, Malfoy." He teases. "Don't be ridiculous." I laugh.
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Harry and I watched as Snape sent Dumbledore over the edge of the astronomy tower. We clung to each other, crying on one another's shoulder.
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Ron, Hermione, Harry and I walked to Dumbledore's office. We couldn't believe he was gone. "Harry, Y/n, come here." Hermione muttered. Harry and I walked over to the memory capsule. We found one of Dumbledore's memory which was labeled,
"DUMBLEDORE-Harry and y/n"
Harry and I looked to each other in confusion before grabbing the capsule and pouring it into the pensieve. We dunked our heads in at the same time.

Two babies in the crib, crying as their mother tried to calm them down. With a flash of light, the woman died. A man, with an odd face, made his way to the crib. But he couldn't touch the babies. He cursed as he left the house. Another man, with raven hair, and a black robe came into the room, sobbing as he dropped down to the floor, cradling the dead woman. A gasp escaped him as he looked in the crib, spotting the babies. A girl and a boy. He picked the girl up, taking her with him, separating the two children. He brought the girl to a large manor. Dropping her at the doorstep with a note. The same happened for the boy, only he was taken to a smaller house, his aunt and uncles house. The boy and girl grew up. The boy aware of his parents death, but caught in a lie. The girl unaware of her past. She grew up with a different boy. They grew up like siblings. This was all a lie.
At Hogwarts, the girl and boy were sorted into Gryffindor, surprising her 'brother' and herself.

Harry and I come up from the pensieve, gasping for air. "What? What did you see?" Ron asks. I turn to Harry, lifting his hair out of his face to reveal his scar. I lift the sleeve of my robe up, revealing the matching scar on my wrist. Harry's eyes widen and he embraces me in a hug.
I've found my family. My real family.