~An- again, just for the record, I only own half the story, the fact I edited it, and my own character, Promise. :3 just so ya know, um... There's like, WAAAAY more that I need to edit and post; we've started this about a month ago and this is only a small part of it! Like a reaaaaally small part of it! So, if you're looking for a long story, you found it! Lol, comments and criticism encouraged!~
"Nicely done Promise! You just pissed off one of the most powerful and popular kids at school!" Verity sighs. "Well, at least we won't have to listen to his arrogant banter the whole way!"
"I wouldn't say pissed off so much as intimidated," Promise replied, "besides, if we did piss him off we could just say that he really was gay." Promise couldn't tell her the real reason she acted that way. She saw Malfoy peering down curiously at the hem of the blanket, and if she didn't do something one bump on the train could have revealed Verity's... Condition.
Verity and Promise were twins, and very good at reading each other. She suddenly knew what Promise had done. She smiled hugely, "Have ever mentioned how AWESOME a sister you are to have?" Promise broke into a grin and hugged her sister. "Do you want anything from the trolley, Verity?"
"Anything chocolate, enough said!" She loved chocolate! She always had. Promise nodded and faded her smile before transitioning into the corridor, sliding the door shut behind her. She approached the kind smiling lady with the large roller trolley and asked for two double trouble chocolate gumkins.
Meanwhile in the compartment with Verity...
Verity slowly removed her blanket. She worried how others would react to her 'condition'. She was always stared at, everywhere, and she hated it! Promise tried to protect her, but not even she could block out all the pain. All the judgements. all the stares and weird faces she got. Her eyes began to water. What if people didn't accept her at Hogwarts? She tried to hold back the tears. She didn't want Promise to come back and see that she had been crying.
Promise was walking back to the compartment when she saw someone about to open Verity's room; a dark-haired boy with a scar on his forehead... Where has she seen that before? Whatever, I need to stop that guy!
The door opened; Verity knew it wasn't Promise. She tried to grab the blanket, but it was too far out of her reach.
Just before the door was completely open, Promise stopped him, closing the door.
"HEY! Ummm.. you can't go in there."
"Why not?"
"Becaaaause I had just made a really messy accident in there and smells really bad!" Verity heard Promise, and lied to back her up.
"Ya, sorry, I'm not decent at the moment!" The two lies clashed badly.
"... Accident, huh?"
They were so screwed now!
"Yeah... um.. sorry, I'll just clean up in there for a moment!" Promise quickly went into the compartment and haphazardly covered the wheelchair. Verity threw some candy wrappers form her purse on the floor to make it look like there had been a mess. "If we agree that if he seems trustworthy, we show him, ok? We don't need anyone else pissed at us!" Promise nodded and opened the door, inviting him in; she was attempting to humor the odd look she was given.
The boy walked and sat down in the seat across from Promise, not even trying to take hers. A good sign!
She extended her hand out to him, making an attempt to introduce herself.
" Umm... Hi.. I-I'm Promise." He didn't seem half bad, unlike that questionably queer kid. Promise was still trying to figure out where she had recognized that face... He took her hand and shook it.
"Nice to meet you," He said genuinely, "I'm Harry; Harry Potter!" He braced himself for her reaction. Promise gasped when she remembered that name! She remembered all the times when their parents would tell Promise and Verity about his story before they... They...
Verity's jaw dropped. Everyone stayed silent until she spoke.
"Well, we have something in common, Harry!" Promise started to tear up before she stopped herself from showing emotion, hoarsely whispering to her sister,
"Verity, stop..!" "Voldemort killed your parents. A death-eater ours!" It was too late for Promise to stop her. Verity had already blurted their history and His name. Promise had to leave the compartment, quickly, before she can allow herself to shed a tear.
Harry stared at Verity.
"Are you serious?" At that moment he saw Promise about to run and grabbed her, knowing what she was feeling He hugged her. "It's ok," He said softly, "I understand!" Verity smiled through her own tears. Now THIS was someone they could trust!
Promise let out one, two sobs before she broke from Harry's embrace. She uttered a thanks and sunk back down to her seat before quickly wiping the tears away. Harry sat in his seat.
"How... How old were you?" Verity sighed,
"It was a few years after Voldy went down. Some of his more...loyal followers were still making trouble..." Promise stayed silent as she could only faintly remember the horrifying scene...she had only been 5 at the time. Promise searched his expression and only found kindness and sympathy; something usually rare in this day and age. Promise spoke up and asked how old he was when it had happened to him.
"Two, I think. I.. I don't really remember much..." Harry said softly. Promise felt a pang of guilt for asking that... She looked at Verity, trying to decipher her thoughts but it just seemed so... Blank...
Verity's mind was, in all actuality, racing. Should she tell him? Would he judge her? Would he still be her friend? Was he her friend? What would Promise think if she showed him? Did Promise trust him? Could she trust him? Promise laid her hand over Verity's and instantly understood what was going on in her mind. She passed her a look saying its her call before poking her head out the corridor to check if anybody would come in. Seeing the coast was clear, she locked the door.