Alright, you may or may not know me from my Teen Titans fics, but this story has been in my head for awhile, so I figured I'd get it out there. Now, just be warned, this story may or may not have an end in the first 100 or so chapters, I tend to get carried away. If I get facts and stuff wrong, please don't yell at me unless it's something drastic, I have to tweak things to make my ideas work. Well, except for the fact that eventually I'll prbably change the entire path of the book...you know what, if you don't like it, just don't read it! Ok, let's start writing, I'm probably boring you to death here...this is my version of Harry's sixth year. I know the book just came out, but I'm changing it!
Happy to be back at Hogwarts after what had seemed to be the longest summer yet, Harry took his seat at the Gryffindor table between Ron and Hermione. "So, now that you're captain of the quidditch team and you're down a couple players, there's gonna be a wicked tryout, rightHarry?" Seamus asked as he walked by. "Yeah. I'll need a good team to get the cup again!" He sank into a daydream of winning and barely felt his eyes drifting over to the Hufflepuff table. He snapped back to reality not at Cho Chang, who looked away as soon as she saw he was looking that direction, but at a girl a few seats down. She was talking to Luna Lovegood who had stopped while making her way to the Ravenclaw table. Dark red hair, and when she turned around, Harry felt almost like he was looking into a mirror. She had the same sparkling green eyes, his mother's eyes. The more he looked at her, the more he was reminded of Lilly Potter. Allthose pictures in the photo album Hagrid had given him seemed to be smiling back at him. For a split second, she met his gaze, then turned, once again lost in conversation.
"Isn't that right Harry?" Hermione's voice snapped him back to reality, and he turned away from the red haired girl. "Wha? Yeah, sure." Ron stared at him. "Do you have any idea what you just agreed with?" "No..." Now they were both staring at him. "You weren't staring at Cho were you?"asked Hermione, smiling slightly. "No, I wasn't. Look. A few chairs to her left, that girl talking to Luna. Who is she?" Hermione squinted in the direction he was pointing. "I'm not sure. Why?" He hesitated for a moment, knowing this must sound silly. "She looks like my mum."
Back in the Gryffindor common room, Harry couldn't stop thinking about the red haired Hufflepuff girl. Finally, he couldn't take wondering anymore. He walked up to his dorm, saying he was tierd. He threw open his trunk, grabbed his invisiblity cloak, and hurried down the stairs and through the portrait hole. He was already in the kitchen hallway when he realized he didn't know the password. Kicking at the ground, he sat in front of the portrait, not knowing what else to do. To his surprise, after only about five minutes, the portrait swung open. Even more amazingly, who should emerge but the red haired girl. With an exasperated sigh, she fell to the ground opposite Harry. Reaching into her pocket, she took out a small golden ball and held it in the palm of her hand. It was a snitch, and she let it fly to her finger tips and snatched it back, just as Harry had seen his father do in Dumbledore's penseive. She sneezed and the snitch got away from her and began fluttering around the hallway. She reached for it, then stopped. Harry watched her eyes follow its pattern and then darted to exactly where he sat. It had bumped into him and to anyone watching it was obvious there was something there. She smiled and reached forward. She grabbed the cloak and pulled it off.
"Hello Harry," she smiled, offering her hand to help him up. He took it and rose to his feet. "You don't know who I am, do you?" Her face fell. "Of course, they never told you. Oh Harry!" Quite suddenly, she seemed to lose control of herself and threw her arms around his neck. He gave a small squeak of shock and she let go, her face rather red. "Sorry...but, it's just, I've never been able to see you, or talk to you or anything!" He just continued to stare at her.
"Who are you?" he asked. He didn't mean to sound rude, but he had just had his invisibility cloak pulled off by a girl who didn't play quidditch but had a golden snitch and had just hugged him.
"I'm so sorry! Magnolia Potter, at your service. But please, call me Maggie." Harry's mouth fell open. Had she said Potter?
Not very long, I know. But I needed an introduction. I just thought of something too...Cho's in Ravenclaw, isn't she? oops... IM SORRY! please just review, I even welcome flames. I'll try not to make anymore silly mistakes like that, I promise.
Rochwen