A/N: Hey people! This is the sequel to the Harry Potter Code! You might wanna read that first, it's only 24 chapters long. You'll be a bit lost without reading the first one, and there are too many things to explain here.

I want to say hi to my old reviewers and welcome to the new ones. I hope you review and like this story!

Disclaimer (this time I'm not forgetting that I have to put it in!): I don't own Harry Potter, although I wish it did.

With a mass of messy black hair and bright green eyes, 16-year-old Harry Potter looked out the window on the cold January evening. They had just come back from the winter vacations in the Burrow, with Hermione, Ron, and Aimee. She was Harry's newly found twin sister. He was watching down the window at some girls who were outside, giggling as they made snow angels on the fresh snow. Or at least that's what he thought they were doing.

He recognized the black-haired girl as Aimee as she was buffeted in the face by a snowball thrown by a brown head, which was Hermione, and she and the red-head, Ginny, shrieked with laughter as Aimee fell to the floor with a soft thump.

He watched as she pretended to be hurt so Hermione and Ginny walked cautiously toward her and then, quick as lightning, she turned around and nailed Hermione square on the face with an equally big snowball, then grabbed another prepared snowball and flung it at Ginny, who was running for her life and it hit her back.

More laughs, and Hermione took after Aimee, who shrieked and ran off as Hermione chased her, finally getting out of breath and stopping.

He heard one of them say (sounded like Ginny) to go inside and get some hot chocolate, and then all three took off, racing and laughing, picking up snow on the way and flinging it randomly at each other. Harry watched as the black-haired girl got there first, since she was by far the most sporty (well, her father was a Quidditch player, didn't that count for something?), followed by a red head (she would have had a chance at beating Aimee if it wasn't that the snow got in her eyes when someone through it at her), and then, very slowly, a brown head panting last, calling "Wait up!" to them. Then all three girls entered together.

A sudden hand flew in front of Harry's face, flapping and making him react (and someone said "Wake up, Harry!") and- "Whoa!" he tripped, and fell backwards on his butt. Ron's laughter told him that he had been the one who had done the evil treachery.

"Oy, Ron! What the bloody hell was that for?" Harry said angrily, getting up slowly, and rubbing his… injury.

"You (haha) stare (hahahaha) Ginny (hahaha) lots (hahaha)" Ron said in between fits of laughter, bending double weakly, laughing at what a simple hand could do.

"I wasn't staring at her, I was only… looking at them be outside!" Harry hissed furiously, narrowing his eyes dangerously. He hadn't been staring at Ginny. Nope. Not one bit. He wasn't staring at her and hadn't done so for the last half hour. Yeah, that's right… was it? Or was it that her red head stuck out weirdly from the snow?

"If you like her that much, why don't you ask her out?" Ron said, chuckling to himself, and flopping down on one of the smushy sofas in the Common Room. But he only got another pair of narrowed eyes pointed evilly at him. "You wouldn't mind?" he asked very, very quietly.

"No duh. What would be better for Ginny than the Great Harry Potter himself? And anyway, I'd prefer someone I know well" Ron shrugged, but grinned at Harry as if daring him to ask her out.

Just then a couple of laughs were heard, and the girls dropped, yes literally dropped in, from hole in the Painting, laughing like drunken idiots announcing their crashing at a wedding. Each of them had a cup of steaming hot chocolate, and they were swinging them around dangerously. Harry just managed to get out of the way before he got a three degree burn from his VERY own sister.

Their noses were red from the cold, and Aimee's cheeks had gone red from laughing so much. A few flecks of snow were still in their hair, and they were still wearing scarves, mittens, and coats.

"Watch it, will you? You'd swear you put drugs in them things…" Harry said, sitting down on the sofa next to Ron, who began to do loud obvious coughing which sounded a lot like 'ask her out'.

"Whoo! You should have been there!" Aimee said breathlessly, sitting down on the floor across from them, near the fire. Hermione took of her hat and said; "The ice froze on a piece of the lake, so we decided to walk on it, but it was so cool since we fell down a lot!" she sat on the floor next to Aimee and began to take off all her winter things, and Ginny went and sat down with them.

"Oh, yes, as we all love falling down on ice, don't we, Harry?" Ron said sarcastically, and nudging Harry on the ribs. "No" Harry answered, raising his eyebrows.

Aimee had a sudden temptation of saying 'Hello, Mr. Grumpy-Gills' like Dory on Finding Nemo, but resisted. She felt that Harry wasn't angry, or sad, just… she didn't know. A kind of feeling… what was it? Why couldn't she describe it? She just couldn't put her finger on it, and she began to feel thoughtful.

"Ah, lighten up!" Ginny said from her place I front of the fire.

"I'm not in a bad mood or anything, I'm just thinking… Dumbledore called me and told me he thought he knew what was this 'link' or whatever it is that's been going on the past two months" Harry shrugged.

"What?" Aimee jerked up. "He finally figured it out? Why didn't you say so?"

Harry laughed at this, but he merely shrugged. "Guess I kinda forgot"

"After we've been waiting for an answer for weeks?"

He didn't answer, he just shrugged again. Aimee had the feeling he didn't know, or just couldn't think of an answer as he was already thinking of something else far more important.

Harry leaned back on the sofa after a while, thinking hard. It was strange… he remembered that time, about two days after discovering she was his sister, that he had been walking down the hallways alone, and suddenly get a very furiously angry feeling, and he felt like breaking something, to kick, to destroy. He felt like he did at the end of his fifth year, with the anger and guilt on him as he destroyed Dumbledore's possessions. He then found out that while he had been out Ron, Hermione, and Aimee had been told that Wormtail had once again escaped, and then, after they told him, he felt it again.

Another time, while practicing Quidditch, Harry had fallen of his broom. It was only five feet, but he twisted his ankle horribly, and Aimee had shrieked when he fell (she had been looking somewhere else at that time, strangely), and then rubbed her leg and apologized to Hermione for scaring her so when Harry was killing himself.

Another example was also when Harry had NOT been staring at Ginny for the last 20 minutes and Aimee had been looking out the window sighting as if she was heart-broken, since it was raining.

Well, it was pretty weird, too, that sometimes Harry felt he was reading Aimee's mind, like that time when Pansy Parkinson said something nasty to Hermione, and he had thought of only one spell to cast on her, Tentaculus, then saw to his great amazement that great green tentacles had grown in Pansy's face, and that the only one with a wand was Aimee, and was hiding it under her robes.

"Well, what a relief, because you two've been weird lately" Ginny said, and Aimee pushed her of her kneeling position onto the floor while Ginny laughed.

"At what time did he say we have to be there?" Aimee asked.

"He said at quarter after four" He answered.

"Oy…" Ron began, looking at his watch, "it's four thirty"

"Shit!" Harry and Aimee exclaimed at the same time, Aimee jumping up and dropping her cup, Harry throwing his homework out of the way. They took of at once through the Portrait Hole, leaving only a trail of papers flying and Aimee's hot chocolate splattered all over the floor.

A/N: Hope you guys liked this chapter and that it wasn't weird or anything. It's just that I started the sequel thinking of how I'd continue a chapter on the first story, haha.