A/N: This is Important: It is a sequel to First Comes Love, Then Comes Baby by LivinLaVidaLou. You much want to check it out before you read this, although I will try so those who haven't read that one first can also read this one, but please read that one, it's a pretty good story, I didn't snap half way through and stop reading it, Lol. So, please, out of respect for her, don't flame her, she's a sweet kid. And yeah. I'm going to try to Avoid Authors notes throughout and yeah. Have fun while reading it, and I always appreciate reviews :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or Candy or Amare.
Summary: Candy and Amare have been friends since birth. They've also been half-sister's since birth. They grew up with their Father's, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, and now, Candy wants to discover who her mother is, and Amare will do anything to prevent it, and so will Ron, Candy's father.
Tell Me The Truth Chapter 1.
"Oh. My. God." Candy's voice came. Amare took her eyes off of her witch weekly magazine to glance at her half-sister kneeling on the dresser in the small room. Her red hair was pulled into a messy ponytail and she was holding her bangs back, admiring a zit. Amare looked back at her magazine. "Look at this." She pointed. "LOOK AT IT!" Candy screamed at her sister.
"Huh?" Amare asked, her untidy black hair falling out of her attempt for a bun. Amare flipped through the magazine before looking back at Candy.
"Ugh! This is horrible! I have a date with Jimmy the seventh year!" She exclaimed.
"Calm down, Candy. It's not that big of a deal."
"NOT THAT BIG OF A DEAL?" Candy screamed.
"Mmhmm…" Amare hummed before engrossing herself in the article on the next page of her magazine. Candy was blabbing on about her zit and Amare read the page.
"Studies show that young witches who grow up without both their parents are destined for trouble. Witches who grow up without a father have boy troubles and are more likely to make a mistake they'll regret later in life. Those who grow up without a father are more likely to lose their virginity earlier than those who do. Many professionals say this is because they need some sort of father figure in their life. They are also…"
Amare skimmed through half of the article then read the part on what it said about witches growing up without a mother.
"Then, there's a whole different story. Some witches grow up with their father, but not a mother. Witches who grow up without a mother are more likely to be close-minded and not open to two sides of a story similar to witches who grow up without a father. They are also more likely to be more open with men rather than women, which may cause more heart-ache when they are older. While they are trying to discover who they are, they try to be more manly, thinking it will be more accepting in society, when in all actuality, it is better to just be yourself. Teen witches who also grow up without a mother are also more likely to be a whiney brat…"
Amare ripped the page out of the magazine and crumpled it up before reading any more. It was all lies. Candy stared at her as she threw the page into the trashcan with a grunt and then lit the trashcan on fire with her wand. Candy's eyes got wide and Amare crossed her arms and looked up at her little sister.
"Anyways…"Amare said. "What were you saying?"
"I was saying you should go to Hogsmade this weekend. You never go."
"I…"
"Come on. My dad said he wanted to see us both."
"You're going on a date with Jimmy the seventh year and seeing your dad? How are you going to do that?"
"Well, Jim and I don't have plans until two. So I'm going to get there at 12:30, pop in at the three broomsticks to see my dad, leave by 2:15, and Jimmy will be at our meeting spot by 2:20. You know how we are. Always running late." Candy said calmly.
Amare replied to her sister's comment. "So… you're going to be safe, right? You aren't going to do anything you'll regret."
"Mar, have I ever done anything I've regretted?"
"No… but…"
"Come on, kid. You know how I am."
"Exactly, I know how you are. You get into situations and you have me help you out. Do I want to do that anymore? I don't know. So just… take it one step at a time, don't rush into things with Jimmy." Amare lectured, skeptical of her sister's . "I'm sick of being your leaning pole."
"Fine." Candy said, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"That's all I get?" Amare questioned. Candy could irritate her so much.
"Yep." Candy said, popping the 'p'.
Amare took a breath and let it out. "Please, be careful." She said.
"I will." Candy said. "I'll see you later."
Candy gave Amare a hug and Amare watched her sister and best friend leave the room. Anyone would be able to tell they were sisters at first glance. They looked exactly the same except their hair and eyes were different. Amare's eyes were bright green, almost shockingly so, and her hair was untidy and jet black like a raven. It had a tint of blue from an experiment she and a friend attempted in second year that was supposed to make people turn blue. They tested it on Amare and her hair got a blue hue. Candy, on the other hand, was a few inches taller, although a few months younger, with fiery red hair and crystal blue eyes. She was a fireball, much more than Amare was, though some people found it hard to believe when they didn't see them together. They complimented each other's personalities and together were a show. They were both told they were a lot like their mother, but they would both deny it until the cows came home, and then some.
Their mother had left both of their fathers. Their fathers had been best friends since they had started Hogwarts, and had gone through almost everything together. During the tri-wizard tournament, two other schools came to Hogwarts and Amare's father met a girl named Casey and they 'fell in love'. While they were having a secret relationship, Harry, Amare's father, had a best friend named Ron, who was also having a secret relationship with Casey. Well, a while after the tournament was over, Casey showed up with Amare. She tore apart Amare's father's life and made him miserable. She manipulated him, making him think that she loved him, when she was having another affair with Ron. Well, Amare's father and Casey had custody argument, a bunch of stuff happened that Amare's father caked over, not wanting Amare to know, and Amare ended up happily with her father. Not the end.
Meanwhile, while Amare's parents were sorting out custody battle, her mum was having an affair with Ron, Harry's best friend. Enter Candy. They grew up together, sort of. They've been best friends since forever, and when they found out they were sisters, even though they were only half, they were ecstatic. Then, they found out that their mother was a horrible person, and they weren't as happy that they were sisters, but they were still best friends.
As they grew up together, they did have their disagreements like most sisters and friends, but they worked through them, like best friends do. If Amare had to relive her life any way, she wouldn't.
The door bursted open and Candy sat down across from Amare, snapping her out of her thoughts.
"Have you ever thought about what our mum was like?" Candy asked. Amare sighed. Another one of Candy's random thoughts. These came up really often.
Amare shrugged. "I mean, I vaguely remember her. I remember she had blond hair, that's about it."
Candy sighed. "Me too. I kinda wanna meet her…"
"No." Amare said before Candy could continue that thought. "You are not going to meet her."
"What do you mean?" Candy asked. "I can do what I want."
"I'm your sister. You are not going to meet her!" Amare demanded. "And if you do… I… I... I'm never talking to you again!"
"Oh, 'cause you'll be jealous, right?" Candy asked. Amare was furious. Candy really knew how to push her buttons.
"No! Because it's stupid and immature! Our dad's don't talk to her—or about her-- for a reason."
"I want to meet her, Mar. Alright?"
Amare stared at her sister. "If you run off to meet her, I will not be happy with you, Candy, got it?"
"Yeah, yeah." Candy paused for a moment before her face lit up. "I have a date with a hot seventh year!" She exclaimed. Amare rolled her eyes at her constantly-hyper sister. "See ya' later!" Candy said. Her name truly did fit her.