Dark Child
While on summer vacation at Hermiones, Harry Ron and Hermione meet someone with a very troubling past. Please be gentle on me it's my first fanfic ;-)
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own any of his friends or aquaintences. I do not own Hogwarts. I do not own London. I do not own the world. What I do own is a small, imaginary, island called East New Bonga Bonga, where all my ideas take place. I also own Trin and any other charecters who are obviously not from the mind of the wonderously brilliant J. K. Rowling.
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Harry, Ron and Hermione were outside, leaning against the fence surrounding Hermiones house and chatting. They had not seen each other all summer, but now they had two weeks until school started, so they could chat to their hearts delight. Just then a very odd looking girl walked from around the side of the hose next door to Hermiones. She had brownish hair which brushed her sholders and thick, silver colered glasses. She was wearing black jeans and an unbuttoned green shirt with a white tank top underneath. In her hand she was carrying a large stick, and she looked as if her mind was miles away.
"Who's that?" asked Ron to Hermione.
"I don't know" she replied. I suspect she must be a nextdoor neighbor, but I've never met her before. The girl had climbed a neerby tree and was pretending to shoot a bow and arrow.
"What on Earth are you doing?" called Ron.She looked at him, smiled, and desended the tree with a rapidness that would have impressed a squirrel.
"I was fighting off the gient army of evil bad guys." she replied, and granted the three of them with a wink. "I succeded too. The evil bad guys would have killed us all if I didn't."
"You have a very active imagination" Hermione told her admirlingly.
"Thank you" was the quick response. "By the way, my names Trin Feli."
"I'm Hermione Granger and these are my friends Ron Weasly and Harry Potter." Hermione pointed to each of them in turn, and Harry, although he couldn't be sure, thought he saw her eyebrows raise ever so slightly.
"I'm pleased to meet you." she said at last. "And may I ask, are you THE Harry Potter, or a completely different one." In answer Harry simply pushed up his bangs to reveal his scar. She nodded and asked quietly "does he know where you are?"
"I don't think so, why?" Harry responded.
"If Voldemort were to discover where I was, it would not be good." she said softly. "Not good at all."
"Why not?" asked Ron curiously.
"I am..." she paused "I am his daughter."
While on summer vacation at Hermiones, Harry Ron and Hermione meet someone with a very troubling past. Please be gentle on me it's my first fanfic ;-)
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own any of his friends or aquaintences. I do not own Hogwarts. I do not own London. I do not own the world. What I do own is a small, imaginary, island called East New Bonga Bonga, where all my ideas take place. I also own Trin and any other charecters who are obviously not from the mind of the wonderously brilliant J. K. Rowling.
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Harry, Ron and Hermione were outside, leaning against the fence surrounding Hermiones house and chatting. They had not seen each other all summer, but now they had two weeks until school started, so they could chat to their hearts delight. Just then a very odd looking girl walked from around the side of the hose next door to Hermiones. She had brownish hair which brushed her sholders and thick, silver colered glasses. She was wearing black jeans and an unbuttoned green shirt with a white tank top underneath. In her hand she was carrying a large stick, and she looked as if her mind was miles away.
"Who's that?" asked Ron to Hermione.
"I don't know" she replied. I suspect she must be a nextdoor neighbor, but I've never met her before. The girl had climbed a neerby tree and was pretending to shoot a bow and arrow.
"What on Earth are you doing?" called Ron.She looked at him, smiled, and desended the tree with a rapidness that would have impressed a squirrel.
"I was fighting off the gient army of evil bad guys." she replied, and granted the three of them with a wink. "I succeded too. The evil bad guys would have killed us all if I didn't."
"You have a very active imagination" Hermione told her admirlingly.
"Thank you" was the quick response. "By the way, my names Trin Feli."
"I'm Hermione Granger and these are my friends Ron Weasly and Harry Potter." Hermione pointed to each of them in turn, and Harry, although he couldn't be sure, thought he saw her eyebrows raise ever so slightly.
"I'm pleased to meet you." she said at last. "And may I ask, are you THE Harry Potter, or a completely different one." In answer Harry simply pushed up his bangs to reveal his scar. She nodded and asked quietly "does he know where you are?"
"I don't think so, why?" Harry responded.
"If Voldemort were to discover where I was, it would not be good." she said softly. "Not good at all."
"Why not?" asked Ron curiously.
"I am..." she paused "I am his daughter."