NOTE: This is a Harry Potter/Twilight fan fiction. Harry and Bella are a couple and it's the last day of their 6th year at Hogwarts. Voldemort actually died when he tried to kill Harry, and Harry has let the fame get to his head. There are no vampires – only witches and wizards. The start is set in Hogsmeade station. Enjoy :)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Twilight or Harry Potter, sadly. But I do own the plot and the few random characters I chucked into chapter 3!
That Train Story
"Bella!" Hermione squealed as her eyes fell on me. She ran from Ron's side to me and flung her arms around my neck. "Happy birthday!"
"Thanks, Hermione," I replied awkwardly. I smiled at Ron as he shuffled over to us.
"Happy birthday, Bella," Ron muttered. "Have you seen Harry anywhere?" I shook my head and turned to Hermione as Ron walked away, searching for his mate.
"So, are you excited about the summer holidays?" Hermione asked as Ginny walked up behind me and wished me a happy birthday.
"Yes! I'm finally of age. I can do magic now without Charlie yelling at me. Do you guys wanna come over?"
"Yeah, sure. I can't wait!" Ginny said excitedly. "My house is going to be packed. Charlie and Bill are staying, as well as Fred and George, all holidays."
"Awesome." Hermione picked up Crookshanks as the Hogsmeade platform guard yelled out that the Hogwarts Express was due in one minute.
"Where's Ron?" Ginny asked, annoyed. "He has our gift for you and I told him to meet me here before the train arrived."
I blushed a deep scarlet. "You shouldn't have got me a present, Ginny. I don't expect anything from you guys."
"Oh, shut up, Bella. I have one for you too. Hold on." Hermione dug deep into her suitcase that was lying at our feet. She pulled out a small package, wrapped in a baby blue tissue paper. "It's just something small because I know how much you hate birthday presents." Hermione rolled her eyes before handing me the package. I ripped the tissue paper off to find myself holding a necklace. The necklace comprised of a pale green, glass heart dangling of a thin black cord. The heart was smooth and felt slightly heavy in my hand. It was very pretty.
"Aww, thank you so much, Hermione. It's gorgeous!"
"No problem," Hermione answered with a grin on her face. "I got it from Venice when we went to Italy during the Easter break. I thought it suited you." Ginny held her hand out for it and I passed it to her. The Hogwarts Express came rushing up past us and slowed down to stop at the end of the station. I lifted my bags while we stepped forward and waited for the line in front of us to go inside. Suddenly, I felt someone rub my back and pull my bags from my shoulder. I smiled at the familiar touch and turned to see Harry leaning over towards me.
"Happy birthday, Bella," he whispered. His lips met mine and my feet moved closer to him while Ginny and Hermione complained about the two of us kissing in public. Harry broke off the kiss and said, "I have a present for you, but you'll have to wait for it."
I smiled at him and stared into his beautiful green eyes. "I love you," I whispered, but he looked away quickly as if he didn't hear me. My smile faded and I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the lump that rose in my throat. Maybe he just didn't hear me. I had been whispering. I did my best to shrug it off as we boarded the train. Hermione and Ginny led the way through the corridor until they found a carriage occupied only by Ron and a girl with short, black hair.
The two of them were deep in conversation and only looked up when Hermione slumped onto the seat by the window. The others slid their bags and into the overhead compartment and I sat down next to Hermione.
"Hey, guys. This is Alice," Ron gestured to the other girl. "Alice, this is Hermione, Bella, Harry and my sister Ginny."
Alice glanced around nervously as Ron introduced us. "Hi," she said. "My family got a transfer from Beauxbatons halfway through the year. We're all in Ravenclaw."
Ron beamed at her. "Alice couldn't get her overly large suitcase onto the train and I had to lift it for her. I invited her to sit with us but that was before I realized that she didn't shut up," he teased Alice playfully. Alice slapped him lightly on the arm. Everyone laughed at her but out of the corner of my eye, I saw Hermione turned to look out the window. I looked at her and saw the jealousy written all over her face. I patted her shoulder and she gave me one short, sad smile before staring out at the platform again.
A few minutes later, the Hogwarts Express started to move and the atmosphere in the carriage changed slightly as everyone started to discuss the summer holidays.
"Ron, do you know if your dad can get tickets to the Quidditch World Cup again?"
"Hmm, maybe... I'll ask. That would be awesome to go see. I would love to watch Franklin play. He's an awesome Chaser." Everyone murmured in agreement.
"He's the highest goal scorer in the competition at the moment."
"Yeah, he's hot, too," I added with a grin. Alice chuckled loudly and Harry pouted.
"What about me?" he asked arrogantly. I laughed in response and teased, "Hmm... I'm not sure, Harry. I mean you're an awesome seeker and all... but you gotta tone up." Harry rolled his eyes rudely and turned back to the group. I frowned. It was just a joke. The conversation went back to planning the summer holidays and I didn't mention it again.
After a while, Ginny left to sit with some fifth years and Hermione followed her. I suspected that she couldn't look at Alice for much longer without pulling her wand out and cursing her. They left the door open as they departed and soon enough we had people sticking their heads in to join the conversation.
It wasn't long before Cho Chang strolled past our compartment.
"Hey, Harry," Cho leant back on the door and slyly stuck her chest out. "Bella, Ron... Oh, Alice, I see you've finally made some friends."
Alice, Ron and I glared at her but Harry was too busy ogling her to notice her nasty comment.
"How are you?" Cho directed her question purposely at Harry and I felt my eyes narrow with hatred.
"Um, good. Yourself?" Harry struggled to keep his tone normal while Cho's voice rose as she became more flirtatious.
"Well, I'm better now," she smiled seductively and I could hear Harry's breathing quicken.
"Oh, were you, um, sick before?"
"No, I was just lonely." My fingers itched for my wand but I didn't let my temper get the better of me.
"You look um, nice today," Harry said, smiling at Cho. I turned to him, anger showing all over my face but he was oblivious to everything except the girl standing at the compartment door.
Cho fluttered her eyelids and softly replied, "Thanks. You're not too bad yourself." She stood up straight and smiled again. "Well it was nice seeing you Harry."
"Yeah, you too. See you soon."
"I hope so," Cho purred. Suddenly, she leant over and kissed Harry lightly on the cheek. "Bye, Harry." She called over her shoulder as she strutted out of the compartment.
Ron and Alice stared at him incredulously while I gritted my teeth.
"What?" Harry asked, excessively innocently.
"Smooth, Harry," Alice muttered as she stood up to leave and beckoned Ron to follow.
"Harry, you're my mate, but that just wasn't cool," said Ron. They both stepped out of the compartment and closed the door behind them, leaving Harry and me alone. I just continued glaring.
"Look, I'm sorry if you got jealous, but-"
"You think I'm jealous?" I asked, my voice raising. "Harry, I'm pissed off because your ex-girlfriend started flirting with you and you didn't even stop her. Instead, you flirted back, right in front of me. Your girlfriend!"
Harry was speechless.
"I'm sick of this, Harry. You tell me you love me, but how often do you go and flirt with other girls? I see it all the time, Harry, and I don't want to be that 'other' girl."
"Bella, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. Cho's just a friend. Please forgive me," he pleaded. "I love you."
He looked up at me through his thick eyelashes and my heart melted. His brilliant green eyes were hypnotizing me and I couldn't resist as he leant towards me.
"How about I make it up to you?" Harry suggested. "Do you want your birthday present?"
"Okay," I mumbled. Harry leant closer to me, but this time when his lips met mine, something felt wrong. I ignored it and deepened the kiss. All too soon, Harry was pulling away.
"Hold on," he whispered. He dug into his pocket and pulled out his wand, waving it at the door. I heard the lock click and I smiled. Finally, we could make out in peace. We went back to kissing and my fingers twisted in his jet-black hair while his tongue traced my lips. I added more passion into the kiss and I could almost feel him smile. Harry's hands moved down to the small of my back, grabbed the hem of my singlet top and he began to lift it up. I pulled back furiously and stared at him, shocked.
"What are you doing?"
Harry smirked at me sheepishly. "It's your birthday present."
"WellI don't want it," I snapped at him and pulled my top back down over my midriff.
"Bella..." he cooed. My heart raced as I stepped away from him.
"I love you, Bella," Harry smiled and stared into my eyes, pleading desperately. I stared straight back and suddenly his beautiful green eyes weren't so beautiful as he silently begged me to come back. He reached his hands out to me but I snatched mine away before our skin made contact.
"I love you," Harry repeated. Finally, I couldn't control my emotions anymore. They poured out of me just like the tears that started flowing down my face as I yelled at him.
"Yeah? How come you only say that when there's no one else around? What, you're too embarrassed to show your feelings? Or is it just that you don't really care? Am I just some girl that you're using for show? Some girl to kiss in front of your mates and make yourself look better. If you love me, Harry, then why do you flirt with other girls right there in front of me? You think that I'm too dumb to believe that I'm not the only girl that you kiss, the only girl that you hold hands with, the only girl you say you love. Maybe I've been kidding myself, but now I finally realize who you are."
Harry stared at me, his mouth moving soundlessly.
"Don't think that I'm stupid enough to fall for your charming ways again," I sneered, "because I won't. You'll never be able to kiss me again, hold my hand or hear me say, 'I love you.' Somewhere deep inside, I've known that the only reason you want me is so you can tell all your mates that you had sex with Bella Swan and I've been telling myself that you love me and that I keep saying no to you because I'm not ready. But I'm ready, Harry. Ready for someone who loves me for who I am, and not how I look or what I do." I finished with a huff and stared out the window, where it had started to rain.
"Bella... I do love you. And I'm so sorry for pushing you." Harry looked up at me through his eyelashes, just like before, but this time I felt no urge to forgive him.
"Harry..."I started softly. I took a deep breath and spoke louder. "I'm not sure if this will work anymore. You're not the person you used to be and neither am I. Every single year you come back to school, and you're different. Why is that, Harry? Why is it that every time you see your family you're more arrogant and full of yourself?
"When I first met you, you were so shy. Do you remember our second year? That kid, Colin Creevey, he was always there, trying to take photos of you and trying to get your autograph. Do you remember? You always said no and you hated attention. What's so different now? Why do you pose for photos and strut around like you know that everyone loves you and thinks you're a hero? It seems to me like you enjoy being the one whose parents got killed by You-Know-Who," I blurted out the last line, not thinking about Harry's reaction. It wasn't nice.
Harry stood up, his face showing terrible anger and stepped closer to me. "Bella, every single day I miss them. How could I enjoy having dead parents? Every summer I have to go home and hide from my family. Not too long ago, I was being punched by Dudley, insulted by my aunt and having to hide in bushes to escape that house. No one knows what it feels like to be treated like that. Every single year I count down the days to school because I hate Private Drive so much. Why would you say that, Bella? Voldemort killed my parents and now I have to go home to a nightmare every summer, and no-one ever understands how I feel."
"No-one?" I whispered incredulously. "You think that no-one understands how you feel, hating to go home because your parents are dead. Harry, you are so incredibly selfish."
Harry sniggered at my remark. "What's so depressing about your summers, then? You go home and get spoiled by your dad because your mum died?"
"You want to know?" I asked, my voice rising in anger. Harry just smirked. I exhaled sharply and continued. "My mother was killed ten years ago, by that disgusting Lucius Malfoy. No one ever believed my story because my dad never sided with me. He wanted me to forget about it all. Well I am not going to stop until Malfoy gets what he deserves.
"Every holiday I go home to an empty house. Yeah, my father lives there but he doesn't do anything at all. He eats, drinks and sleeps, that's it. It's like my mum took his soul with her when she died. He is so empty and depressed and I have to go home each holiday and care for him. And it hurts so much to see my own father like that." More tears escaped my eyes and I struggled to keep my voice low and angry.
"Still, after ten whole years, I can hear him sobbing desperately in his sleep for my mum to come back. Still. And then when I come back to school, I see that cocky little arsehole, Draco Malfoy, nearly every day, with that stupid smirk on his face. Every time I see his face, I reach into my pocket, I wrap my fingers around my wand, and then I realize that hurting him would achieve nothing at all. It wouldn't bring my mum back, it wouldn't give his father the punishment he deserves and it wouldn't help my dad go back to how he was ten years ago. He'll never be the same. I'll never see his amazing smile ever again."
Harry stared at me in silence and then he snorted and laughter escaped from his mouth. My heart twisted in rage and I pulled my wand out and shouted the first thing that came to my head.
"Crucio!" Harry was knocked back into the window and his head hit the glass, causing large cracks to run through it. As he lay on the floor, twitching and groaning in pain, I stared in horror at what I had done and immediately lifted the spell. Harry got to his feet, wincing and eyed me, sniggering again.
"That was pretty weak, Bella."
"Whatever, Harry. Just to let you know, in case you didn't get the hint, this is over. I am breaking up with you. Good bye." I turned to the door and flicked my wand. "Alohomora." As I opened the door, I felt Harry push past me out into the corridor, muttering, "Do you know where Cho is?"
I cut him off and lifted my arm behind my head. Gaining as much force as I could, I let my arm go forward and slapped him hard on the cheek. There was a loud smack noise. Harry's head turned away and as he slowly came to face me again; his hand was on his cheek and his jaw hanging open.
"Fuck you, Harry Potter."
Harry grinned and whispered, "I wish," before turning and strutting down the train and into another compartment.
Next chapter should be up Thursday or Friday. Please review :)
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