A/N: This is my second Harry Potter fic, so don't be surprised if it isn't
very good. I have a problem with writer's block. So...on with the story!
Also, how old was Harry when his parents died? My sis lost my first book so
I don't know :`( Also since apparently italics don't work (or if they do,
can anyone tell me how? Either review or email me at
GCfan51603@netscape.net) I'm going to use _ at the beginning of the word
and at the end of the word to indicate italics. Thanks!
Luv alwayz~ Sarah Charlotte
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15-year-old Hannah Taylor smiled. She, like many other students before her, was going to Hogwarts.
But she was different. She was from Washington, D.C. and was a transfer student...the first in 20 years.
Hannah was also different from most girls. She had always felt a loneliness; an emptiness inside of her that had never been filled. It felt strange.
Hannah had heard that when you felt like this, it meant you had a long-lost twin. But she had asked her mother a zillion times - the adoption agency had never reported two babies under the name "P." Their real name was withdrawn, hidden - so Hannah never knew her real last name. She did know, however, they were the only "P" babies there. Before them, it had skipped from O to R, because there were no "Q" babies, either.
She had been adopted when she was only a baby. Her parents had died. She never knew how. Her adopted mother said it was a car crash, but Hannah didn't believe her. This was because her adopted mother, Laura, wasn't looking right at her when she told her. But Laura didn't know.
But in a week, she would be going to Hogwarts. She would hopefully find out the answers to the many questions she had about her past and her future. And a small, insignificant difference that made her appearance strange.
Hannah watched her clock turn from 12:59 to 1:00AM. She sighed, got into bed, and pulled the covers over her. She was too tired to think, anyway.
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Harry remembered the day he had started feeling empty. Like there was a hole in his heart, his mind, his soul. He couldn't remember anything. It was like it had always been there. He'd always felt lonely and empty, but Harry had no one to tell. They wouldn't understand. Ron and Hermione, his best friends, had never felt like this, or if they had, Harry wouldn't have known. Maybe they weren't telling it for the same reason he was.
But Harry didn't think so. He tried to remember the night it happened - the night his parents died. All he remembered was green light. Something came to him finally. He had sort of taken the shape of himself at that young and hopeless age, and he remembered looking over to the right and there was another baby laying there.
But...did that mean...he had a sibling? No, that was impossible. He was an only child. His aunt had told him that, Hagrid had told him that, and Dumbledore had told him that. Who else was there to tell?
He shook the thought from his mind. After all, what was the point? He couldn't remember anything and it was too early to call anyone to talk to. Besides, even if he could call, he would get in trouble. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
Hannah had moved next door to Hermione, and Hermione had agreed to take Hannah to Diagon Alley to meet her friends and to start shopping. Hannah and Hermione were very good friends. Hermione could act totally different than when she was with Ron and Harry.
"Diagon Alley...what the heck is that?" Hannah asked. She was talking to Hermione. Laura was on the couch, listening to Hannah's half of the conversation.
"Ok...yeah...cool, guys?...Yeah, oh, yeah. Yeah, thank you! Bye!" Hannah hung up the phone and turned to Laura.
"Hermione will pick me up here, and we'll go to Diagon Alley together." She explained.
Laura got off the couch and hugged Hannah tight. "Oh, my baby's growing up! Now I won't see you until June...and...it's so scary...what am I going to do with myself while you're gone?"
"MOM! It's okay!" Hannah replied. She knew her mom was being emotional, like she got the same summer Hannah went off to summer camp.
"I just wish we knew what that scar of yours was from. I'd feel a lot better knowing that. I mean, I adopted you from The Mixed Society Adoption Agency. They had magical babies and non-magical babies! For all we know you could have been attacked by some evil spirit that's looking for you and just waiting for me to let you out of my reach!"
They had tried to figure out where the scar had come from for years, but had never been able. Her mother traced the zigzag line that closely resembled a lightning bolt with her finger.
"I really do wish you wouldn't cover it up with makeup," her mom said. "It's a really good feature, it makes you special. I bet no one else in the world has a scar like that."
"But I hate it! People always stare at me! Everyone does!" Hannah exclaimed. "Maybe there's a reason for why you have it. Like, a magical one. Look it up in one of your books."
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"Han-nah! Are you ready?" her mom called. Hannah was in her room, still getting ready for her trip to Diagon Alley. She had picked the most perfect outfit. It was a spaghetti-strap dress that was white and had beige and gray faces on it, and a beige Go-Go cap with white boots. She looked very cute, in her opinion. But she was frustrated. She couldn't cover up her scar.
Finally, she got it and saw Hermione standing at the door. Byes were issued and Hannah and Hermione left.
"Wait until you meet Harry and Ron. They're definitely something. They're kind of crazy I have to admit, but they're fun. We thought we'd go to Sugar Remix. Ever been there?" Hermione asked.
"I've never been to Diagon Alley," Hannah reminded her. Hermione nodded and laughed. "You'll be surprised, then."
Soon enough, they had arrived at Diagon Alley and headed straight to Sugar Remix. "Hey, Harry. Hey, Ron." Hermione said, greeting the two boys, who were standing in front of the ice cream parlor.
"This is my friend Hannah Taylor that I told you about." Hannah thought Ron was amazingly cute with his red hair and freckles. She stared at him and shook his hand. She smiled at him.
Then she moved onto Harry. She looked at him and the moment their eyes met, they clasped their hands to their foreheads. It was strange. They both had the same dark hair (Hannah's was longer, obviously) and the same green eyes, as well as the same facial features.
"Wicked!" Ron said. "Weird..." Hermione replied. She had never known that Harry and Hannah looked so much alike.
"What's that?" Hannah asked once her scar stopped hurting. Surprisingly, Harry's had, too. "This?" Harry asked, pushing his hair from his eyes so she could see.
She stared at it. It was amazing. There it was - the same lightning bolt scar that she had. Hannah gasped. "What?" Ron asked.
Hannah had ten seconds to come up with an answer. Either she showed them her scar, or she didn't.
Didn't.
"It's just kind of a funky shaped scar, that's all." Right. Well, she wasn't lying. She knew it was a funky shaped scar and she wasn't afraid to admit it. But she didn't feel like she should tell them about hers - yet.
None of them realized it, but neither Harry nor Hannah felt that emptiness anymore.
"Well, maybe we should go in," Hannah suggested. "Yeah," Hermione agreed, and they headed into Sugar Remix.
Although the ice cream, Hannah couldn't help but secretly stare at Ron. He was so cute, with fiery red hair, gorgeous blue eyes and adorable freckles. This was exactly what she had wanted. Plus he was tall, and she could tell he obviously played a sport.
All they talked about, though, was Quidditch.
"Quidditch, what's that?" Hannah asked. Hermione, Harry, and Ron all looked at her, wide-eyed.
"What, I just asked what Quidditch was. Is it, like, a subject or something?" Hannah asked again.
"No, it's only the best sport in the world!" Ron explained. _He is so hot_ Hannah thought. She couldn't help it. He was.
"I'll explain it to you later, if you want," he offered. "Sure!" she said. _Now, obviously I want you to! Can you not see that I have an attraction to you? _ Hannah couldn't help these thoughts inside her head.
Hannah, in her infinite stupidity to try to get Ron to like her, flipped her bangs. But, in doing this, her hand wiped off some of the makeup (which was really bad makeup anyway) and you could definitely see part of the scar.
"What's that? Hannah, you're red right there!" Hermione noted. "Oh, um, well, see, yeah, like, I, uh, well, I, see, you know, I, like, well, I like, see...sunburn?" _Great excuse Hannah. I'm sure they think you're a freak now_
Hermione nodded, understanding. Hannah wanted so badly to tell them but she couldn't.
Hermione wanted to know. So she dragged Hannah to the ladies' room, where they could talk in private.
"What is it, really? Trust me, I won't laugh." Hermione asked. Hannah sighed and looked at herself in the mirror. She had to tell Hermione or else.
Hannah rubbed the makeup off her face, and there it stood, plain as day - her scar. Hermione gasped.
"That's Harry's scar!" Hermione whispered loudly. She was totally creeped out. "I know! That's why I gasped when I saw Harry's! It's exactly like mine! I don't know what to do! I mean, it's not like it's one of those amazing coincidence things. I just always thought I was the only one in the world with it and then it's like bada boom, bada Bing, I meet Harry and find out that he has the same one!"
"Oh, my God. You have to tell him! Or show him or you have to do something! I mean for all you know, you two could be twins."
"We aren't twins, Hermione. Come on, seriously."
"How do you know? If you were, then your parents would have died when you were very young. Are you adopted?"
"Well, yes, but lots of people are, I mean -"
"Did your parents die when you were young?"
"Yeah, but it's not like it's a very remarkable thing -"
"And then there's the whole look thing. I mean you have the same dark hair. The same green eyes! There's no one else in the world with those eyes, trust me. Those are piercing eyes that you can use to get whatever you want. Like someone I know who you might have a little bit of a crush on, huh? Say...Ron?"
"If you _tell_ him I will kill you! I promise!"
"All right. I'm going to make a little bit of a deal with you, eh? See, I won't tell Ron how you feel about him if you show Harry your scar."
"I'm not showing him."
"Then I'm not keeping it a secret."
"Can't you at least, like, do some tests or something? I think it's a bit odd if I just go up there and am like, 'Oh hi I have a scar too see!' It's just really stupid."
"Good point. All right then, I read somewhere that magic twins are supposed to have double the power when used it together. When we get your wand, we'll see about it."
Hannah rolled her eyes. She had her. Hermione knew it, too, because she stuck out her hand. "Have it at?"
Imitating Hermione's accent, Hannah replied, "Have at it."
They left the room, but Hannah applied her foundation to cover the scar back up again. _I'm really going to have to stop this taking off thing_ she thought.
"We have to go to Olivander's, NOW!" Hermione said as she pulled Ron and Harry up from the table. That girl certainly was strong.
"Why?" Harry asked as they were heading down the place. "Because. Hannah needs to get her wand."
"Why now?" Ron asked, but no one answered.
When they entered the shop, the whole deal was done and finally, Hannah had her wand. "Strange," Olivander said. "What?"
"Well, I could have sworn that the phoenix used to give out this feather only gave it out to two other wands, but this one is exactly like...like yours..." he said, pointing to Harry.
Harry and Ron were confused, but Hermione looked smug, like an I-told- you-so face.
She purchased her wand and they continued shopping. But never once did Harry nor Hannah realize that they might actually be related.
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"I'm in Gryffindor!" Hannah screamed. It was September 1, the first day of term, and she had just gotten her results. She didn't do sorting with the first years because she was a transfer.
"I...I have to go..." Ron said absent-mindedly. Hermione and Harry sighed as Hannah took Ron's old spot.
"What?" she asked. "Do I have something on my face?"
"I just personally don't see how you can be so oblivious," Hermione replied. "What are you talking about?" Hannah asked.
"He likes you. Obviously. He's liked you ever since that day he met you. Why do you think he explained about Quidditch to you? And why do you think he decided to do it in private, instead of right then and there?" Hermione asked her.
Hannah set her wand down on the table, and then Hermione was reminded. "Harry! Hannah! Take this goblet of pumpkin juice and make it fly." Hermione said, setting the empty goblet in front of them.
"At the same time?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded.
And Hermione watched as the goblet flew higher than it ever had before, hitting the floating candles and bonking Sir Nicholas in the head.
"I definitely think you guys are related," Hermione said, letting her secret slip. Harry and Hannah looked at each other.
No way.
No possible way.
Luv alwayz~ Sarah Charlotte
~*~
15-year-old Hannah Taylor smiled. She, like many other students before her, was going to Hogwarts.
But she was different. She was from Washington, D.C. and was a transfer student...the first in 20 years.
Hannah was also different from most girls. She had always felt a loneliness; an emptiness inside of her that had never been filled. It felt strange.
Hannah had heard that when you felt like this, it meant you had a long-lost twin. But she had asked her mother a zillion times - the adoption agency had never reported two babies under the name "P." Their real name was withdrawn, hidden - so Hannah never knew her real last name. She did know, however, they were the only "P" babies there. Before them, it had skipped from O to R, because there were no "Q" babies, either.
She had been adopted when she was only a baby. Her parents had died. She never knew how. Her adopted mother said it was a car crash, but Hannah didn't believe her. This was because her adopted mother, Laura, wasn't looking right at her when she told her. But Laura didn't know.
But in a week, she would be going to Hogwarts. She would hopefully find out the answers to the many questions she had about her past and her future. And a small, insignificant difference that made her appearance strange.
Hannah watched her clock turn from 12:59 to 1:00AM. She sighed, got into bed, and pulled the covers over her. She was too tired to think, anyway.
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Harry remembered the day he had started feeling empty. Like there was a hole in his heart, his mind, his soul. He couldn't remember anything. It was like it had always been there. He'd always felt lonely and empty, but Harry had no one to tell. They wouldn't understand. Ron and Hermione, his best friends, had never felt like this, or if they had, Harry wouldn't have known. Maybe they weren't telling it for the same reason he was.
But Harry didn't think so. He tried to remember the night it happened - the night his parents died. All he remembered was green light. Something came to him finally. He had sort of taken the shape of himself at that young and hopeless age, and he remembered looking over to the right and there was another baby laying there.
But...did that mean...he had a sibling? No, that was impossible. He was an only child. His aunt had told him that, Hagrid had told him that, and Dumbledore had told him that. Who else was there to tell?
He shook the thought from his mind. After all, what was the point? He couldn't remember anything and it was too early to call anyone to talk to. Besides, even if he could call, he would get in trouble. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
Hannah had moved next door to Hermione, and Hermione had agreed to take Hannah to Diagon Alley to meet her friends and to start shopping. Hannah and Hermione were very good friends. Hermione could act totally different than when she was with Ron and Harry.
"Diagon Alley...what the heck is that?" Hannah asked. She was talking to Hermione. Laura was on the couch, listening to Hannah's half of the conversation.
"Ok...yeah...cool, guys?...Yeah, oh, yeah. Yeah, thank you! Bye!" Hannah hung up the phone and turned to Laura.
"Hermione will pick me up here, and we'll go to Diagon Alley together." She explained.
Laura got off the couch and hugged Hannah tight. "Oh, my baby's growing up! Now I won't see you until June...and...it's so scary...what am I going to do with myself while you're gone?"
"MOM! It's okay!" Hannah replied. She knew her mom was being emotional, like she got the same summer Hannah went off to summer camp.
"I just wish we knew what that scar of yours was from. I'd feel a lot better knowing that. I mean, I adopted you from The Mixed Society Adoption Agency. They had magical babies and non-magical babies! For all we know you could have been attacked by some evil spirit that's looking for you and just waiting for me to let you out of my reach!"
They had tried to figure out where the scar had come from for years, but had never been able. Her mother traced the zigzag line that closely resembled a lightning bolt with her finger.
"I really do wish you wouldn't cover it up with makeup," her mom said. "It's a really good feature, it makes you special. I bet no one else in the world has a scar like that."
"But I hate it! People always stare at me! Everyone does!" Hannah exclaimed. "Maybe there's a reason for why you have it. Like, a magical one. Look it up in one of your books."
They tried - but failed. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
"Han-nah! Are you ready?" her mom called. Hannah was in her room, still getting ready for her trip to Diagon Alley. She had picked the most perfect outfit. It was a spaghetti-strap dress that was white and had beige and gray faces on it, and a beige Go-Go cap with white boots. She looked very cute, in her opinion. But she was frustrated. She couldn't cover up her scar.
Finally, she got it and saw Hermione standing at the door. Byes were issued and Hannah and Hermione left.
"Wait until you meet Harry and Ron. They're definitely something. They're kind of crazy I have to admit, but they're fun. We thought we'd go to Sugar Remix. Ever been there?" Hermione asked.
"I've never been to Diagon Alley," Hannah reminded her. Hermione nodded and laughed. "You'll be surprised, then."
Soon enough, they had arrived at Diagon Alley and headed straight to Sugar Remix. "Hey, Harry. Hey, Ron." Hermione said, greeting the two boys, who were standing in front of the ice cream parlor.
"This is my friend Hannah Taylor that I told you about." Hannah thought Ron was amazingly cute with his red hair and freckles. She stared at him and shook his hand. She smiled at him.
Then she moved onto Harry. She looked at him and the moment their eyes met, they clasped their hands to their foreheads. It was strange. They both had the same dark hair (Hannah's was longer, obviously) and the same green eyes, as well as the same facial features.
"Wicked!" Ron said. "Weird..." Hermione replied. She had never known that Harry and Hannah looked so much alike.
"What's that?" Hannah asked once her scar stopped hurting. Surprisingly, Harry's had, too. "This?" Harry asked, pushing his hair from his eyes so she could see.
She stared at it. It was amazing. There it was - the same lightning bolt scar that she had. Hannah gasped. "What?" Ron asked.
Hannah had ten seconds to come up with an answer. Either she showed them her scar, or she didn't.
Didn't.
"It's just kind of a funky shaped scar, that's all." Right. Well, she wasn't lying. She knew it was a funky shaped scar and she wasn't afraid to admit it. But she didn't feel like she should tell them about hers - yet.
None of them realized it, but neither Harry nor Hannah felt that emptiness anymore.
"Well, maybe we should go in," Hannah suggested. "Yeah," Hermione agreed, and they headed into Sugar Remix.
Although the ice cream, Hannah couldn't help but secretly stare at Ron. He was so cute, with fiery red hair, gorgeous blue eyes and adorable freckles. This was exactly what she had wanted. Plus he was tall, and she could tell he obviously played a sport.
All they talked about, though, was Quidditch.
"Quidditch, what's that?" Hannah asked. Hermione, Harry, and Ron all looked at her, wide-eyed.
"What, I just asked what Quidditch was. Is it, like, a subject or something?" Hannah asked again.
"No, it's only the best sport in the world!" Ron explained. _He is so hot_ Hannah thought. She couldn't help it. He was.
"I'll explain it to you later, if you want," he offered. "Sure!" she said. _Now, obviously I want you to! Can you not see that I have an attraction to you? _ Hannah couldn't help these thoughts inside her head.
Hannah, in her infinite stupidity to try to get Ron to like her, flipped her bangs. But, in doing this, her hand wiped off some of the makeup (which was really bad makeup anyway) and you could definitely see part of the scar.
"What's that? Hannah, you're red right there!" Hermione noted. "Oh, um, well, see, yeah, like, I, uh, well, I, see, you know, I, like, well, I like, see...sunburn?" _Great excuse Hannah. I'm sure they think you're a freak now_
Hermione nodded, understanding. Hannah wanted so badly to tell them but she couldn't.
Hermione wanted to know. So she dragged Hannah to the ladies' room, where they could talk in private.
"What is it, really? Trust me, I won't laugh." Hermione asked. Hannah sighed and looked at herself in the mirror. She had to tell Hermione or else.
Hannah rubbed the makeup off her face, and there it stood, plain as day - her scar. Hermione gasped.
"That's Harry's scar!" Hermione whispered loudly. She was totally creeped out. "I know! That's why I gasped when I saw Harry's! It's exactly like mine! I don't know what to do! I mean, it's not like it's one of those amazing coincidence things. I just always thought I was the only one in the world with it and then it's like bada boom, bada Bing, I meet Harry and find out that he has the same one!"
"Oh, my God. You have to tell him! Or show him or you have to do something! I mean for all you know, you two could be twins."
"We aren't twins, Hermione. Come on, seriously."
"How do you know? If you were, then your parents would have died when you were very young. Are you adopted?"
"Well, yes, but lots of people are, I mean -"
"Did your parents die when you were young?"
"Yeah, but it's not like it's a very remarkable thing -"
"And then there's the whole look thing. I mean you have the same dark hair. The same green eyes! There's no one else in the world with those eyes, trust me. Those are piercing eyes that you can use to get whatever you want. Like someone I know who you might have a little bit of a crush on, huh? Say...Ron?"
"If you _tell_ him I will kill you! I promise!"
"All right. I'm going to make a little bit of a deal with you, eh? See, I won't tell Ron how you feel about him if you show Harry your scar."
"I'm not showing him."
"Then I'm not keeping it a secret."
"Can't you at least, like, do some tests or something? I think it's a bit odd if I just go up there and am like, 'Oh hi I have a scar too see!' It's just really stupid."
"Good point. All right then, I read somewhere that magic twins are supposed to have double the power when used it together. When we get your wand, we'll see about it."
Hannah rolled her eyes. She had her. Hermione knew it, too, because she stuck out her hand. "Have it at?"
Imitating Hermione's accent, Hannah replied, "Have at it."
They left the room, but Hannah applied her foundation to cover the scar back up again. _I'm really going to have to stop this taking off thing_ she thought.
"We have to go to Olivander's, NOW!" Hermione said as she pulled Ron and Harry up from the table. That girl certainly was strong.
"Why?" Harry asked as they were heading down the place. "Because. Hannah needs to get her wand."
"Why now?" Ron asked, but no one answered.
When they entered the shop, the whole deal was done and finally, Hannah had her wand. "Strange," Olivander said. "What?"
"Well, I could have sworn that the phoenix used to give out this feather only gave it out to two other wands, but this one is exactly like...like yours..." he said, pointing to Harry.
Harry and Ron were confused, but Hermione looked smug, like an I-told- you-so face.
She purchased her wand and they continued shopping. But never once did Harry nor Hannah realize that they might actually be related.
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"I'm in Gryffindor!" Hannah screamed. It was September 1, the first day of term, and she had just gotten her results. She didn't do sorting with the first years because she was a transfer.
"I...I have to go..." Ron said absent-mindedly. Hermione and Harry sighed as Hannah took Ron's old spot.
"What?" she asked. "Do I have something on my face?"
"I just personally don't see how you can be so oblivious," Hermione replied. "What are you talking about?" Hannah asked.
"He likes you. Obviously. He's liked you ever since that day he met you. Why do you think he explained about Quidditch to you? And why do you think he decided to do it in private, instead of right then and there?" Hermione asked her.
Hannah set her wand down on the table, and then Hermione was reminded. "Harry! Hannah! Take this goblet of pumpkin juice and make it fly." Hermione said, setting the empty goblet in front of them.
"At the same time?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded.
And Hermione watched as the goblet flew higher than it ever had before, hitting the floating candles and bonking Sir Nicholas in the head.
"I definitely think you guys are related," Hermione said, letting her secret slip. Harry and Hannah looked at each other.
No way.
No possible way.