Story Or Series Title: Secret
Fandom: Harry Potter and the Previously Unmentioned Suebling
Culprit Author's Name: Lumcer

Full Name (plus titles if any): Shie. I'm assuming her last name is Potter.
Full Species(es): Harry's Sister
Hair Color (include adjectives): "dark brown hair matted"
Eye Color (include adjectives): "the shade of pearl blue"
Unusual Markings/Colorations: Nothing yet mentioned.
Special Possessions (if any): Harry's guardianship. Bandages. A flashback. Babelfish German.

Annoying Origin: AU!Lily's womb
Annoying Connections To Canon Characters: Harry's sister
Annoying Special Abilities: Fate favors her. I suppose that counts.
Other Annoying Traits: None yet, but they'll surely manifest.

Today's chapter will be sporked by Istel and Nimtheriel Blackhand, wizard of the drow House Renor'ath. I, of course, will be in bold.

Author's Note:
I apologize for not placing this little note on the first chapter. I kind of forgot to.Har har har, what an adorable klutz. I hope everyone is enjoying this story. Translation: PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE SAY YOU LIKE IT!!!11!1SHIFT!ONE!! Please review, I’d love to hear your thoughts on how it’s going. My current thoughts would make her seriously reconsider that resquest, I think. I am a big, NO HUGE, fan of Constructive Criticism. Any ideas you have COMMA just throw them my way PERIOD. if If! Gods, woman, your shift key is not that hard to find! I can incorporate them in the story COMMA AGAIN I'll try to.
Disclaimer: I do not and never will own Harry Potter Thank Eilistraee for that. nor any of it’s characters, settings, or plots. Only do the OC belong to me. Look ma, ah are tawk da gud anglish!
Hope you like!
 

Chapter Two

Sibling
The tension's killing me. No, really.
‘I have a sister! I have a sister!’ Harry’s head felt like it was swimming, but alas, Michael Phelps was faster than he. All he could do was repeat this thought over and over again.
 He couldn’t even bring himself to be angry at his headmaster’s deception. After all even now with Voldemort defeated it was still dangerous to be Hary. Perhaps he would go shave later on. The dark lord’s followers had tried twice already to finish their lord’s unfinished task. I...she...what?
“I… I want to… to see her.” These had been the first words he had been able to force out. His calm tone reveled and danced to nothing of his spinning emotions. Harry was actual quite surprised to hear his voice in such a calm state. He decided that he must send his voice to Alaska more often.
“Of course Harry, I thought you might, but Harry you must realize she has not yet had these things explained to her. She was never given "the talk", you see. She may not yet be ready to see you, so try and control your lust. I leave to go speak to her momentarily.” Dumbledor gave a weak smile to the young man who sat before him. His smiles grew weaker with every letter that he dropped. This new arrangement was going to be a challenge for them both. How on earth would he give reassuring grins now? “Harry, when it is time to see her… you must have patients with her. She can't run the clinic on her own. She knows very little about the life you have lived these past years. She was raised somewhere completely different, after all Voldemort is just a name mentioned in the paper where she is. She had no reason to hear the story of Harry Potter, or of this war.”
The Headmaster watched as emotion after emotion past over the young man’s face: shock, confusion, bewilderment, till it finely became blank once more. “Very well professor, I will do my up most, as opposed to my downmost, to be understanding toward her. I will not see her until she is ready to see me.” Harry gave a small node before leaving the office in almost a trance.
Dumbledor sighed, wondering what on earth he was going to do with a small yet crucial bit of Harry's computer, getting up from behind his desk and headed toward the fire. ‘Mind as well get this out of the way.’ Throwing a bit of floo powder into the fire Dumbledor “Gesondheid Center”
Wait...what?
What the hell was that?
“Sir, Dumbledor sir. Master Jaag has been expecting you sir. We have your missing "e", sir. You follow Oh Snap! he take you to master Jaag.” Dumbledor gave a small chuckle. He'd been looking forward to getting his e back. Of course Jaag would be waiting for him. The African Prime Minister African...Prime...Minister?! What, did they suddenly band together into one country? Maybe she's one of the people who thinks that Kenya's a continent. Touche. was never far away when it came to important visits, not to mention he was a good friend of the Lieto family.
[Snip! "Dumbledor" has a conversation with the "African Prime Minister", then goes to visit Shie.]
Shie looked toward the door as it opened to admit an elderly man with white hair and beard, wearing purple robes. "Santa, why didn't you bring me the pony I wanted?" He had half-moon spectacles on that didn’t diminish the twinkling blue eyes behind them in the least.
Her plagarism skills are astounding.
“Ah… I’m glad to find you awake.” Shie blinked and stared at the man. “You are?” She couldn’t place this man at all. She was pretty sure if she had ever met such a man just from his looks he would be one hard -snickers- person to forget. “Yes, I am. My name is Albus Dumbledor; I am the Headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding. Also, I seem to have misplaced my e.” She looked over to the man’s shoulder to the two men who stood just inside the door.
Funny mental image, that. A tiny house on Dumbledore's shoulder, with tiny men standing in the tiny foyer.
Let's stop saying tiny now.
“I know this is a bit odd Shie, but we have something very important to talk with you about," slurred someone who was quite obviously drunk. "We’re going to need a bit of patience form you. Your HMO seems to have expired. Professor Dumbledor will do his up most to explain this as best as he can. But he needs his e back at the end of it, so if you could kindly dig it out from under your bed...” Medi-wizard Rag seemed a bit unsure about what he was saying, but then again, most drunks are never certain.
“Well shall we all sit. We shall, as my question marks seem to have gone missing. I think we will all be a little more comfortable don’t you? Ah, here it is.” it was a rhetorical question that no one bothered answering. Of course. The question marks only show up when not needed.
*as question mark* Woe is me!
 Suddenly four chairs appeared in a circle around the end of Shie’s bed. “Mr. de Sade O.O wonAPOSTROPHEt you join us?”
 I love how unconcerned he is that he's inviting a notorious sexual deviant to a nice little chat.
About the future residence of jailbait, no less!
*As de Sade* Why yes, I would love to join you.
the young boy who during this whole time had not said a word simply sat in the chair farthest to Shie’s right.
“Miss. Shie… I am having trouble deciding on a delicate way to put this, so I will try to be as gentle as possible while still being blunt.” The man in the purple robes let a little sigh escape him. What a horrible way to initiate a conversation, he thought. I really must get a new speechwriter.  “My dear I believe it is your thoughts that you’ll be placed with a member of the Bemba Bimbo tribe. I regret to I inform you that, that will not be the case in this situation.” Professor Dumbledor stopped in order to let this sink in.
“But… who else is there? I have no other family, and I’m still underage.”
*As de Sade* Oh, really? And, praytell, would there be anyone who missed you if you vanished for about...ooh...a month? Hypothetically, of course.
 Rag was the one to sigh this time, as the better-quality cloth was in the wash. “Actually Shie, you do have other family. Someone who is more family then even parents were.”
*As de Sade* We measure such things by intimacy around here.
Shie’s eyes shifted back and forth between Rag and Jaar. Jaag had gotten stone-drunk in the meantime. “That… That’s impossible.”
[Snip!]
“Brother…? I don’t have a brother.”
-cheers- That's right, sue! Fight the power!
Huh. She has more sense than her author.
Inadvertantly, of course.

Another Author's Note:
Gesondheid Health
Oh, Gesundheit.
Hope you enjoyed! Please review!
As I said before, you don't want my vithing review.
sorry for the delay in posting this. There was a little computer trouble. Probably from having this crock of shit in its archives, the poor thing. No worries all fixed!
If only the same thing could be said about her story...
 KCK-Lumcer (That is pronounced LOOM-Sier I know it looks nothing like it.)
Of course it doesn't. 'cause, you know, we're too stupid to figure that out.
I refuse to do the next sporking if she keeps this up.