Harry Potter and the Lost Princess
By: Jenna
Disclaimer: No.. I am not J.K. Rowling so please don't sue me.
Spoilers: All four books
Rating: PG-13
I have rewritten this story so tell me what you think of it.
Chapter 1: September 1st
"Harry Potter! Get out of that bed! We don't want you to miss that train!" Harry Potter's Aunt Petunia yelled from the kitchen. Harry looked over at the clock. 6:27. His train doesn't leave until exactly 11:00 and he was all packed. The Dursley's must really want him out of the house if they wake him up this early.
'What am I supposed to do for a three hours.' He thought.
His hand ran through his messy black hair as he slowly got out from underneath the covers. Today was the day he was going to go back to Hogwarts for his final year. He turned his head to look over a picture on his nightstand. It was a picture of him and Hermione. Harry was behind Hermione with his hands around her, both smiling happily. He leaned over and picked it up.
'You should be here, Hermione, you should be me so we could be Head Boy and Head Girl this year.'
~*~Flashback to the beginning of his sixth year~*~
"Hey Ron!!" Harry ran quickly across the train station to greet Ron and his family.
"Oh hey Harry." Ron didn't sound to excited.
"Hey why so down. Oh, I know, you don't want to have to face Snape again. And you call yourself a Gryffindor!" It was quite obvious Harry was trying to cheer Ron up.
"So where is Hermione? Have you seen her?" All the Weasleys looked at each other in shock and surprise.
"Harry didn't you know?" Mrs. Weasley asked in a sad tone.
"Know about what?" Harry truly didn't want to be answered since he never heard Mrs. Weasley use that tone in her voice.
"Hermione was attacked this summer. Sh-" Mrs. Weasley's voice trailed off as the look of horror appeared on Harry's face. In that moment of silence that Mrs. Weasley gave him to get over his shock, Harry kept thinking that she could still be alive. But Mrs. Weasley's next words finalized those thoughts.
"She's dead, Harry."
At that moment, he could not believe what he had lost. His best friend and his heart that she would forever hold.
~*~End of Flashback~*~
Harry placed his feet on the cold wood on the floor and quickly got dressed. He packed all his things and brought them downstairs, leaving them next to the front door. Harry walked into the kitchen where his aunt was making breakfast. Breakfast for three it looked like. Harry didn't care he could always buy something on the train. He sat wordlessly on one of the chairs next to the table. He again pulled out his picture of Hermione and himself.
'God, she is so beautiful.' Harry always blamed himself for her death. He somehow thought that Voldemort killed her in order to get him to suffer more than he has already. First Sirius, then Hermione. It was obvious that the connection Voldemort and Harry had, had somehow lead Voldemort to realize his feelings for Hermione. That was Harry's opinion.
'He knew my weakness. My love for Hermione.' He thought again.
"Who's she?"
Harry looked over his shoulder to see that his Aunt Petunia was looking at his picture of Hermione and himself.
"Oh. um. just a friend."
"By the way you look at her, it seems to me that this girl is not just a friend." She had put an emphasis on friend, like she saw right into his mind and found his feelings toward her.
Harry was bewildered, he did not know where this was coming from. His aunt was appearing to be a maternal figure towards him. Even though, it was out of the ordinary while inside he kind of liked it, since he never had a maternal figure other than Mrs. Weasley.
"I did.I mean I still do."
Petunia graciously took the picture from Harry's hands.
"It seems to me that she has feelings for you too." She said, a foreign and mysterious glint in her eye.
"Nah. she only thought of me as a friend." Harry glanced at the picture and back at his hands, his head flinching to keep his trademark untidy hair out of his eyes.
"Why don't you ask her. Better to have taken the chance than to keep wondering." His aunt preformed a remorseful appearance when she finished speaking.
"I can't. She died."
His aunt solemnly asked, "Voldemort?"
Harry first thought he imagined the whole thing, but when he glanced at her she was obviously awaiting an answer.
"Yeah," just like her question, his answer was barely recognized.
"I'm sor-" She was cut off by the sound of Dudley and Uncle Vernon carrying their large weight into the kitchen.
"Oh Petunia it smells great in here." Uncle Vernon spoke as he and Dudley made their way toward the kitchen table.
"Woo...Harry's got a picture of his girlfriend." Dudley teased as his enormously large hands grabbed the picture from Harry.
"Dudley give that back!!" Harry got to his feet and yelled, while Dudley ran around the table.
"Why would she be your girl when she could have a piece of my sexy body." Harry was disgusted at the thought of anyone finding Dudley's body "sexy." Harry then turned to look at his aunt in hopes that she would reprimand him, but she just looked away. Harry then seized for the picture but his hand was slapped away by his Uncle Vernon.
"Listen here boy, if Dudley wants your picture you will give it to him."
"But its my picture, and besides Dudley doesn't want me in the picture anyway," Harry then added, "Oh, and by the way she's a witch."
"Now listen boy, we've told you don't use that kind of language in this house!!!" Uncle Vernon yelled.
"I don't care what she is, all I care about is she is beautiful." Dudley said dreamly as he danced out of the kitchen. Aunt Petunia followed shortly after, yelling out to Dudley.
"Dinky Diddy, please take a shower, and don't forget to wash behind your ears and the back of your neck."
'What neck?' Harry thought
Harry was left sitting at the table, glaring at the newspaper that was hiding Uncle Vernon's face wishing that the newspaper would come alive and roll itself up and start whacking him on the head.
Harry laughed aloud at the thought.
Uncle Vernon threw him a look of suspicion and yelled, "WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?!?"
"Nothing Uncle Vernon," Harry was able to restrain his laughter enough to get out a few words.
Uncle Vernon started again, "Next summer you'll be 18, an adult, and we expect you to be out of this house. So this year you might want to look for a place to live and once you're out of here there is no coming back ya here?"
Harry only nodded, and Aunt Petunia returned to the kitchen with her purse and car keys in her hand.
"Now your aunt will take you to the station, not me, so best you be off."
With that, Harry and Aunt Petunia left.
The car ride was short and silent. Harry wondered if he had imagined the whole scene with Aunt Petunia being civil with him earlier in the kitchen.
At the Platform 9 ¾, Aunt Petunia stopped him before he went through the platform.
"Harry, um. I think you better. well here."
She handed him a framed picture. It was the picture Dudley took from him at the kitchen table, but it was now in a petite frame. Harry was speechless, he had no idea that there was another side to Aunt Petunia, let alone a side like this.
"But how. did you. why?"
"Well, after all no matter what anyone says. your well. my nephew. and it seems to be. well, . um Lily would have wanted me to let you have it."
"I... well. er. .thanks." Then Harry did something that surprised Aunt Petunia. He slowly pulled her into a awkward hug.
"You have no idea what this means to me," Harry said trying to clear up the weirdness between the two of them.
"Your welcome," She said silently, as if she was afraid of people seeing this very unreal moment.
Harry turned around and walked towards the platform, then turned again to see that Aunt Petunia was still there. She then gave a slight wrist movement that Harry took as a wave. Harry waved back, then walked through the platform.
*~*End of Chapter One*~* So what did you think?
By: Jenna
Disclaimer: No.. I am not J.K. Rowling so please don't sue me.
Spoilers: All four books
Rating: PG-13
I have rewritten this story so tell me what you think of it.
Chapter 1: September 1st
"Harry Potter! Get out of that bed! We don't want you to miss that train!" Harry Potter's Aunt Petunia yelled from the kitchen. Harry looked over at the clock. 6:27. His train doesn't leave until exactly 11:00 and he was all packed. The Dursley's must really want him out of the house if they wake him up this early.
'What am I supposed to do for a three hours.' He thought.
His hand ran through his messy black hair as he slowly got out from underneath the covers. Today was the day he was going to go back to Hogwarts for his final year. He turned his head to look over a picture on his nightstand. It was a picture of him and Hermione. Harry was behind Hermione with his hands around her, both smiling happily. He leaned over and picked it up.
'You should be here, Hermione, you should be me so we could be Head Boy and Head Girl this year.'
~*~Flashback to the beginning of his sixth year~*~
"Hey Ron!!" Harry ran quickly across the train station to greet Ron and his family.
"Oh hey Harry." Ron didn't sound to excited.
"Hey why so down. Oh, I know, you don't want to have to face Snape again. And you call yourself a Gryffindor!" It was quite obvious Harry was trying to cheer Ron up.
"So where is Hermione? Have you seen her?" All the Weasleys looked at each other in shock and surprise.
"Harry didn't you know?" Mrs. Weasley asked in a sad tone.
"Know about what?" Harry truly didn't want to be answered since he never heard Mrs. Weasley use that tone in her voice.
"Hermione was attacked this summer. Sh-" Mrs. Weasley's voice trailed off as the look of horror appeared on Harry's face. In that moment of silence that Mrs. Weasley gave him to get over his shock, Harry kept thinking that she could still be alive. But Mrs. Weasley's next words finalized those thoughts.
"She's dead, Harry."
At that moment, he could not believe what he had lost. His best friend and his heart that she would forever hold.
~*~End of Flashback~*~
Harry placed his feet on the cold wood on the floor and quickly got dressed. He packed all his things and brought them downstairs, leaving them next to the front door. Harry walked into the kitchen where his aunt was making breakfast. Breakfast for three it looked like. Harry didn't care he could always buy something on the train. He sat wordlessly on one of the chairs next to the table. He again pulled out his picture of Hermione and himself.
'God, she is so beautiful.' Harry always blamed himself for her death. He somehow thought that Voldemort killed her in order to get him to suffer more than he has already. First Sirius, then Hermione. It was obvious that the connection Voldemort and Harry had, had somehow lead Voldemort to realize his feelings for Hermione. That was Harry's opinion.
'He knew my weakness. My love for Hermione.' He thought again.
"Who's she?"
Harry looked over his shoulder to see that his Aunt Petunia was looking at his picture of Hermione and himself.
"Oh. um. just a friend."
"By the way you look at her, it seems to me that this girl is not just a friend." She had put an emphasis on friend, like she saw right into his mind and found his feelings toward her.
Harry was bewildered, he did not know where this was coming from. His aunt was appearing to be a maternal figure towards him. Even though, it was out of the ordinary while inside he kind of liked it, since he never had a maternal figure other than Mrs. Weasley.
"I did.I mean I still do."
Petunia graciously took the picture from Harry's hands.
"It seems to me that she has feelings for you too." She said, a foreign and mysterious glint in her eye.
"Nah. she only thought of me as a friend." Harry glanced at the picture and back at his hands, his head flinching to keep his trademark untidy hair out of his eyes.
"Why don't you ask her. Better to have taken the chance than to keep wondering." His aunt preformed a remorseful appearance when she finished speaking.
"I can't. She died."
His aunt solemnly asked, "Voldemort?"
Harry first thought he imagined the whole thing, but when he glanced at her she was obviously awaiting an answer.
"Yeah," just like her question, his answer was barely recognized.
"I'm sor-" She was cut off by the sound of Dudley and Uncle Vernon carrying their large weight into the kitchen.
"Oh Petunia it smells great in here." Uncle Vernon spoke as he and Dudley made their way toward the kitchen table.
"Woo...Harry's got a picture of his girlfriend." Dudley teased as his enormously large hands grabbed the picture from Harry.
"Dudley give that back!!" Harry got to his feet and yelled, while Dudley ran around the table.
"Why would she be your girl when she could have a piece of my sexy body." Harry was disgusted at the thought of anyone finding Dudley's body "sexy." Harry then turned to look at his aunt in hopes that she would reprimand him, but she just looked away. Harry then seized for the picture but his hand was slapped away by his Uncle Vernon.
"Listen here boy, if Dudley wants your picture you will give it to him."
"But its my picture, and besides Dudley doesn't want me in the picture anyway," Harry then added, "Oh, and by the way she's a witch."
"Now listen boy, we've told you don't use that kind of language in this house!!!" Uncle Vernon yelled.
"I don't care what she is, all I care about is she is beautiful." Dudley said dreamly as he danced out of the kitchen. Aunt Petunia followed shortly after, yelling out to Dudley.
"Dinky Diddy, please take a shower, and don't forget to wash behind your ears and the back of your neck."
'What neck?' Harry thought
Harry was left sitting at the table, glaring at the newspaper that was hiding Uncle Vernon's face wishing that the newspaper would come alive and roll itself up and start whacking him on the head.
Harry laughed aloud at the thought.
Uncle Vernon threw him a look of suspicion and yelled, "WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?!?"
"Nothing Uncle Vernon," Harry was able to restrain his laughter enough to get out a few words.
Uncle Vernon started again, "Next summer you'll be 18, an adult, and we expect you to be out of this house. So this year you might want to look for a place to live and once you're out of here there is no coming back ya here?"
Harry only nodded, and Aunt Petunia returned to the kitchen with her purse and car keys in her hand.
"Now your aunt will take you to the station, not me, so best you be off."
With that, Harry and Aunt Petunia left.
The car ride was short and silent. Harry wondered if he had imagined the whole scene with Aunt Petunia being civil with him earlier in the kitchen.
At the Platform 9 ¾, Aunt Petunia stopped him before he went through the platform.
"Harry, um. I think you better. well here."
She handed him a framed picture. It was the picture Dudley took from him at the kitchen table, but it was now in a petite frame. Harry was speechless, he had no idea that there was another side to Aunt Petunia, let alone a side like this.
"But how. did you. why?"
"Well, after all no matter what anyone says. your well. my nephew. and it seems to be. well, . um Lily would have wanted me to let you have it."
"I... well. er. .thanks." Then Harry did something that surprised Aunt Petunia. He slowly pulled her into a awkward hug.
"You have no idea what this means to me," Harry said trying to clear up the weirdness between the two of them.
"Your welcome," She said silently, as if she was afraid of people seeing this very unreal moment.
Harry turned around and walked towards the platform, then turned again to see that Aunt Petunia was still there. She then gave a slight wrist movement that Harry took as a wave. Harry waved back, then walked through the platform.
*~*End of Chapter One*~* So what did you think?
