Manipulating Death
(not my gif but i don’t know how to give credits, soo….
(Series?) Summary: When Harry discovers he has a twin sister that was hiding for years, he wants to know all about her, specially about her ability to bring people back to life.
Warnings: possible trigger for Sirius death (but it will pass, trust the process), tiny angst and my trash writing
a/n: So I decided to write a story abt Harry having a sister and her having a special connection with Regulus so I just decided to do it and transform it into a possible series cause I don’t think it would fit in a one shot.
(Also, english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry in advance lol)
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Solely one pair continued to fight, apparently not noticing Dumbledore’s arrival. Harry watched Sirius dodging a red lightning coming from Bellatrix’s wand: he was laughing at her.
“Come on, you can do better than this!” He screamed, the voice echoing through the cavernous room.
The second jet of light hit him right on the chest. The smile still didn’t vanish from his face, but the eyes were wide open.
Harry let go of Neville, even though he had no conscious what he was doing. Yet again started to jump down the steps, pulling the wand, at the same time Dumbledore was also looking at the bed frame.
Sirius took an eternity to fall, it seemed; his body described a gracious arc and he dived with his back in the ragged veil. Harry saw the fearful and surprised expression on his devastated and once pretty face when he went through the arc and disappeared beyond the veil, that fluttered for a moment like a strong wind was blowing, and then became static once more.
Harry continued looking at the arc, ignoring Bellatrix’s exaggerated screams, waiting for his figure to come back triumphant, a playful smile on his lips.
What finally got him out of that state was the shoving that almost led him to the ground; someone came running and pushed him out of the way, desperately trying to get to the arc and leaned forward, one hand only on the outside, but the body was fully taken by the veil.
“What the…” Harry heard, very close, only then realizing he only didn’t fell because Lupin’s hands stopped him.
With one big thrust, two people came out. The one that shoved him, carrying the heavy and pale body of his godfather.
The boy felt like he could finally breathe again, stumbling to get closer to Sirius, being followed by Remus.
Making sure that the Black was there, he really came back, now he could finally look at the person that had dived into the veil to save him. It was a girl, with dark clothing and shaky hands that adjusted Sirius on the floor.
Throwing himself right by the man’s side, Harry tried to pronunciante a thankful sentence, anything, but the words were choked on his throat.
Looking back, the girl noticed Bellatrix became angry, so she put a hand on Sirius shoulder and held out the other one in Lupin’s direction, which he took by reflex, and they were transported.
Harry fell on his knees on a carpet, in an ample but dark living room that reminded him of the house on Grimmauld Place, with upholstered chairs and paintings in the walls.
“Are you… Who I think you are?” Lupin asked, taking two steps behind and looking at the girl with a question mark on his face.
“Now’s not the time, Remus.” She answered simply, taking off Sirius’ coat. “I need you to get me that second drawer.” She instructed, pointing at a small closet in the corner of the room.
“Will he be okay?” Harry questioned, noticing how pale he looked like. Plus, he hadn’t moved since.
“Yes. But I need to act quick, he came back from the dead way too fast, his body didn’t had time to get used to it.”
The boy felt his stomach drop, he really would’ve died. And he couldn’t have done anything to stop it.
Lupin came back with a drawer full of potions glasses for the girl that, without even looking, pulled three different and layed them right beside her.
“How are you alive?” The professor asked, kneeling down and looking at her like she was the one that resurrected.
“I could ask you the same thing, godfather.” Commented, looking at him with a sided smirk while opening one bottle and pouring half its content inside Sirius’ nostrils with the help of a medicine dropper.
“Godfather?”
“Nice to meet you, Harry.” She said, her smile expanding. “I’m your twin sister.”
His eyes went wide. She did, actually, looked like the pictures he’d seen from his mother..
But still…
The girl kept herself nonchalant with her own words and continued the process of healing Sirius, whispering spells she knew like the back of her hand and using potions whenever was needed.
“My… what?”
“It’s a really long story.” She shrugged, cupping Sirius’ face, fingers touching his temples, shaking ans murmuring phrases in Latin the boy did not knew.
After a few seconds in silence, where the two of them tried to understand what was happening, Sirius started squirming, his body trying to raise from the floor but giving up right on cue.
The Black’s eyes started rolling and his mouth hanged open in a silent scream, the lights started flashing and the entire house seemed to shake.
The glasses in the drawer jingled and the windows knocking, making Harry feel like he was in one of those thrillers Dudley used to watch and wasn’t able to sleep after.
The girl held his shoulders, making the spasms stop and got him to lay on his sides, opening his mouth and keeping his hair away from the face. Sirius started forcing his throat, choking and spitting as if he was about to throw up.
Harry expected some sort of sticky liquid to come out of his mouth, the normal in times like this; however nothing til that point seemed normal, so why would that?
What looked like the longs and dark legs of a huge spiders started so stretch out of Sirius lips, as if he had swallowed Aragorn. A black and fluttering form came out his body and stood up, one pair of red glowing eyes looking at Harry.
“Don’t worry, it won’t hurt you.” The girl assured. “Just can’t let it escape.”
Right on schedule, the figure trotted off the door and the Potter grunted in frustration.
“Let it be.” Sighed, nesting Sirius on her lap as he was catching his breath. “The house is sealed anyway.”
“What was that?”
“A death possessor.” Explained, gesturing Harry into handing her another bottle. “When someone dies very suddenly, a possessor invades their body and it has to do quickly turn off the five senses from when you’re alive to when you’re dead.” Continued, opening the orange glass from her brother.
“After some time it starts do bend to your soul, so you can’t return to the living layer of the world, cause it will be completely attached to you and won’t let you have your life back. That’s why most resurrection plans don’t work out.” She concluded, holding Sirius chin to make him drink, when the man started to mumble.
“Lily?”
Remus held his breath, the Black was still very shaken and couldn’t realize that wasn’t his friend.
“Hey Sirius.”
“Is it really you? Where’s- Where’s James?”
“James’ busy right now.” She replied, keeping her face slightly turned so he couldn’t really see her. “But come on, speak to me. It’s been quite some time. Remember that time we talked by the Black Lake?”
Sirius’ breath hitched and everyone in the room could see the tears staring to run from the corner of his eyes to his ears.
“I was trying to convince you to give James a chance.” He told, a faint smile on the lips. “That he had sheltered me from my parents, and that he’s a good person.” His voice was just above a whisper, choking mid-sentence because of the crying.
“And you remember what I answered?”
Remus frowned. Why was she doing that? Leading Sirius to believe he was really talking to Lily, instead of bringing him back to reality?
“You said it made sense. And a week later said yes to a date with him.” Sirius sniffed and coughed, his body shaking weakly. “That’s why you two started dating.”
“And I owe you for that one, Sirius.” The man smiled through the tears. “But now you need to wake up.” And turned the bottle on his mouth, the fluid escaping on the edges and the Black’s eyes shut at the same time.
His body went numb on her arms, but the chest still rising and lowering lightly, indicating he as alive.
“Why did you do that?” The marauder asked, having the girl’s eyes on him. “You’re not Lily.”
“I know” She nodded, carefully living Sirius asleep on the carpet with a pillow on his head and started standing. “But it’s easier for him to believe he almost died and then saw his childhood friend than that he died and his best friend’s daughter who is supposed to be dead saved him and now he’s here.”
Harry shook his head. Even he still didn’t knew what was going on.
“He’ll have a lot of things to get used to, and his body need some rest. So many changes in short time can cause damage. Last time something like this happened, he spent twelve years in Azkaban, so…”
A loud banging was heard coming from above and she sighed.
“You really couldn’t handle that for me?” Questioned out loud, looking at the stairs.
“I’m busy.” Someone replied, muffled because of the distance and a door closed.
Remus and Harry stared at each other, there was someone else?
“Well so am I, saving your brother by the way, you little fop.” Countered, rolling her eyes.
A latch noise and hurried steps coming downstairs led to the reveal of a slender man, a little older than both Harry and the girl, black curls falling on his forehead leading to dark but pretty eyes.
Looking between the man lying on the floor and the new figure, the resemblance was clear, but if Sirius was the last Black alive…?
“Regulus Black?”
The man’s eyes lifted from the sleeping human and finally took in the other two in the room, nodding to the older one. “Lupin.”
“Seems like today’s the day of coming back from the dead…” He spoke slowly, one brow arched at the younger Black while viewing every inch of him.
“Well, now that you’re here I can go and deal with the possessor and you can deal with this.” The girl said, gesturing in circles to them before sprinting upstairs.
“She was never really good at handling people.” Regulus said after some time, trying to break the ice between them.
Harry took a step forward, for what his godfather had said, his little brother was a Death Eater and even though, allegedly he had died trying to leave the Dark Lord, there was no guarantee he would be gentle.
“Sirius said you were dead.” He pronounced, his hand itching to reach for his wand. “Murdered on Voldemort’s orders.”
“You died.” Lupin added, but the boy remained silent. “I remember it. It was right after Lily and James got married.”
“That’s… a long story.” Regulus sighed, looking with the corner of his eyes to the stairs, almost wishing the girl would be done soon so he wouldn’t have to explain it all by himself, but he knew better.
Then, an idea popped on his mind.
“And I think Sirius would like to hear it.” Watched his brother sleeping, perhaps peacefully for the first time in the last fifteen years. “So why don’t you tell Harry about his sister, I’m pretty sure you have no clue what’s going on.”
The boy looked at his professor, but spoke before him.
“Why would I trust anything you say? You were a Death Eater last time I checked.”
“You’re not trusting me by staying here or listening to me, you’re trusting your sister.” Regulus replied, his hands were on his back, standing up straight and looking nonchalant. “And if you think Y/n Potter would be evil, she wouldn’t have saved Sirius in the first place.”
“But she saved you.” Remus countered. “I’m assuming you didn’t faked your death to escape Voldemort, otherwise you would’ve asked for Dumbledore’s help when he returned. And I don’t see any reason why choosing to raise James’ daughter would be good to you. Plus, she having saved you before explains why she seemed so calm handling Sirius.”
The Black boy sighed, “Would you like a cup of tea so we can talk about it? I’m pretty sure you’re tired. And when he wakes up, he will need some food.” And without letting room for response, he started leading the way to the kitchen.
Harry breathed deeply, what the hell was happening?
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