Harry James Potter. What could really be said about him? Ravenclaw chaser, top of his class, brother to the boy-who-lived, eldest son of the Potters, the usual stuff. It wasn't everyday he was the center of attention….okay it nearly wasn't any day at all that he was. But hey give him some slack, it's hard when your overly hyphenated brother takes credit for nearly every note-worthy achievement you've ever accomplished. It's even worse when your parents do nothing to help you.
So that's how we find Harry this one dubious night, walking in the isle between the Slytherin and Ravenclaw tables, the look of shock coming from his mother and father, sitting at the staff table, completely unnoticed. The look of his twin brother however, one of complete anger, was quite obvious on his mind, as a matter of fact, he quite enjoyed the look of rage on Harrison Charlus Potter's face.
The seventeen year old walked up to the platform and took his place next to the two other champions, Victor Krum of Durmstrang, and Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons. Two nearly imperceptible nods of congratulations and good lucks were sent his way. He smiled that innocent boyish smile the girls of his house loved so much, his heart leaping at a chance at recognition. A silent and inwardly annoyed Albus Dumbledore quickly spoke, silencing the cheering Ravenclaws.
"I give you our three Champions!" He paused, allowing the pandemonium of cheering students applaud wildly as he directed the champions into the back room.
It was then that the flaming blue goblet shown red.
The hall silenced as students noticed the hall glow red from the ambient light of the goblet of fire. Barty Crouch sped forward, snatching a burnt and tattered parchment out of the air like a seeker catching a snitch.
"Harrison C. Potter….." He said quietly, almost a whisper, "HARRISON C. POTTER!" he repeated in outrage. "Boy-who-lived?" it was then that people realized, instead of writing a school down, the boy simply wrote his title.
Mutters sprung up like a horde of locusts as the redheaded boy with brown eyes and pale skin paraded forward, his head high, an arrogant smirk on his face. He strode past a furious Crouch and into the door the previous Champions had entered.
The other three champions were laughing, smiling, trading jokes as reporters took pictures and talked with the three separate headmasters. It was Harry that first took notice of his brother. His face went from cheering, to absolute disdain.
"No….Hell No!" He spoke, well concealed anger lacing his voice. Confused Fleur and Victor followed the direction of his vision. Fleur looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"What is it?" She said. "Do zey want us back in ze 'all?"
Victor however, simply glared, suspiciously. Harry's fist clenched.
"No he somehow got his way into this tournament." He said almost through gritted teeth.
"That is 'mpossible," Fleur said, her accent, faint, yet still there. "This is a Triwizard tournament, three wizards, zere cannot be a fourth." She turned to Harry just to reaffirm this. The glare on his face dashed her hopes. "No, no zis simply cannot be, Madam Maxine tell us zat it is not zrue!" she said hurriedly turning to her headmistress.
Madam Maxine turned to Dumbledore as if asking for an explanation. Karkaroff however, caught on immediately and seemed to nearly burst in anger.
"I'm afraid it is true, Ms. Delacour." Crouch said, stepping into the room, slamming the door behind him. "We have a fourth wizard in this Triwizard Tournament."
"This is an Outrage!" Karkaroff barked angrily three hours later, "A ruse, to double the chances of a Hogwarts success!"
Harry rolled his eyes, it wasn't the first time rules were broken to benefit his brother, hell half the time he was being involved in them.
"It's not a ruse god damn it." Harry said turning sharply to face the three headmasters. "It's not like this hasn't happened before, a miracle or a loophole allowing the great Harrison Potter access to fame and glory."
"Now Harry," Dumbledore cut in, "You don't mean that, he is, after all, your brother."
"Please, Headmaster he hasn't been my brother since Voldemort tried to kill him in 1996." He said, completely unperturbed. He once again rolled his eyes, before turning to leave the room, not knowing he had earned the respect of two champions that night. His trainers made nearly no noise in the silent halls of Hogwarts school as he made his way to Ravenclaw tower.
"You know," He said, coming to a halt, "I could give you detention for being out after curfew." He turned his head to the side as a figure slinked out from behind a suit of armor.
"And I'll probably never know just how you do that." A distinctly feminine voice spoke. Harry turned, the beautiful Sierra Blake stood, facing him, a childish grin adorning her face. Her brown hair messily curving around her face ever so slightly, even messy it looked rather marvelous on her. It nearly covered her entire right eye, hiding that light blue-ish hue.
She was mischievous, childish, cunning. She was in Slytherin. He was in love with her. She paced forward, settling into place about half a foot in front of him. She only reached to about his eye level, so while she looked up to him, he looked down to her. She stepped to the tips of her toes and leaned her head towards his ear.
"So what'll my detention be Mister Potter?" She whispered, her warm breath tickling his ear. Her arms wrapping his neck surreptitiously as his hands made their way to her waist.
"Now we'll just have to see, won't we Miss Blake." He said, her contagious mischievous smirk making his way to his face as their lips collided together. It was a soft kiss, that's all they really needed; they hadn't slept together, well not like that. They simply fell asleep studying. No one really knew anything was going on between them, hell barely anyone knew they even knew each other. A Potter dating a Slytherin, it would be a pr nightmare if it ever got out. Not that they really cared, it was more like for Sierra's safety from the wrath of her dorm mates that they remained hidden.
"Thanks," Harry whispered softly, breaking their kiss. "I really needed that." She smiled softly, cupping his cheek with her hand.
"Harry, I love you," She spoke simply, "And I'm so sorry about what happened today, I know you wanted this chance to prove to everyone that you mean something." She shook her head ever so slightly, traces of a tear forming in her eye. "I know how much this meant to you."
He smiled, touching his forehead to hers, closing his eyes.
"It doesn't matter anymore, it's over," He said, accepting the grim conclusion. "I'll just prove I'm better directly now." He whispered, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. She smiled, holding him tightly.
"I don't like hiding, Harry, I don't want to be known as the 'Ice Queen' anymore." She felt Harry sag against her. This would be the third year in a row that she would have to hide. She didn't like pretending to be cold and heartless, but they both agreed, that for her sake, it's what was best.
"Sierra…." He loosened his hug, making a small gap in between them. He looked her directly in her eyes. She had a look of pleading, emotions that are never expressed with anyone else come to light when she looked at him and only him. He let out a sigh. "…Tomorrow, tomorrow we tell everyone." He smiled, sad that his little secret would be revealed to the world. A small penance so that she would be happy. She let out a gasp, shock now replacing pleading.
"Really?" She asked excitedly. "Oh I'm so excited!" she exclaimed, not even allowing him the chance to answer, leaping into him hugging him tightly. He laughed loudly as he spun her around in his arms. It was these moments that he lived for, the moments where she was happier than anyone in the world.
They chatted animatedly as they walked through the halls towards the dungeons and Slytherin common rooms. She had herself wrapped around Harry, while he had an arm wrapped around her. It was an uncanny ability of his, if he wanted to no one would notice him there and it somehow, would extend to Sierra when she wanted it to. When they stopped in front of the Slytherin common rooms, they stopped and released each other. Harry, knowing that tomorrow, they would be under the scrutiny of the school, and the next day the world, looked upon her face, loving every feature he could see.
"Good night." He said simply. Sierra knew the war that was raging in his mind and heart, and inside she was in turmoil that she had caused it. But she knew that they couldn't keep running around in secret, looking for places to just hold each other.
"I love you Harry." The simple statement that meant the world to him, he knew she felt guilty.
"I love you Sierra, and tomorrow, the world will know." He smiled, letting her know that she needn't feel guilt. It worked. She smiled, hugging him, they could kiss tomorrow, but hugs meant everything was going to be alright. She relinquished her hold as they parted, the door to the common room silently closing. She sighed sliding against the door, a look of glee on her face. Harry smiled as the door closed. He turned and begun his walk back to the tower. 'Tomorrow.'
Hey guys it's been kind of a while, I went on this school mission trip thing, long story short no computer for a year. I got back, got kind of sick of Naruto, so i'm writing Harry Potter. I'll try to get back on that but it may take a while. If anyone wants more or less a Picture of Sierra, it's on a link at the bottom, or if some fanfiction thing happens where I can't do that just pm me, i'll send you a picture. I really hate long authors notes, so I'ma just shut up now x]
