A/N: Here be the next chappie! This one was particularly cruel to Harry but hey, what's a good story without a bit of abuse to the main character?
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Harry Potter and the Unknown Twin
TLH-authoress
Chapter 3: No Good Deeds
All the students sat at their House tables the next day, looking over their schedules. The typical chatter was interrupted by the mail being delivered. Five seconds later there was a deafening shriek from the Slytherin table. Every head turned to gazed at the fuming auburn haired muggleborn.
Vanessa stared in horror at the paper in her hands. Then she glared at the staff table. Rising, she strode straight up to the Headmistress. "What the hell is this?!" She hissed, shaking the paper in her face.
"Ms. Granger, please contain your anger. It is your schedule." McGonagall stated calmly.
"My- my- schedule! I have to work with... HIM! No, I won't! He's a prat! A moron! A goody- goody!"
"You will work with the him or you will work with your sister. Your choice."
Vanessa looked at the teacher with almost pleading eyes. "What about Draco? He's just as smart, not to mention my friend- I mean, I can tolerate him."
McGonagall pursed her lips. "That is my final word on this subject, Ms. Grarnger. You will do as the letter instructed. Return to your seat." Her tone left no room for argument. That, however, didn't stop Vanessa Granger, who could win almost all arguments.
"I will not. The only way I will is if I am put under the Imperious Curse and you can't cast it 'cause it's an Unforgivable. Tough Luck, Teach. You'll need to do more than tell me to do something for me to do it."
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"It's not fair… Stupid… Damn teacher… Stuck with him!"
Vanessa had been muttering that for the past 20 minutes into her arms, where her head rested. She sat next to Harry Potter in Potions class. The letter had said that she had to be partnered with him in every class he had plus she had to have an extra class outside of classes to teach her how to control her powers. And it had to be taught by... Harry- sodding- Potter.
Harry seemed to, if possible, hate her company more than she was. To him, though, it was more so because he was slightly afraid of her. He was used to Slytherins hating him and such but he'd never been relentlessly abused by one person. She seemed to have a real grudge against him. She had already shown her dislike for him several times in the 30 minutes she was in his presence.
She's worse than Malfoy, he thought. At least he stopped the harassment once in sight of his head of house.
- 30 minutes earlier -
Harry and Hermione walked toward the entrance to the dungeons. Ron dropped out of potions because he couldn't stand Snape anymore. As they past a small group of students, someone stuck their foot in Harry's path and he stumbled. He looked back to see his best friend's twin sister smirking at him from her group of friends- more like cronies- Malfoy on her left.
Harry walked into the Potions Classroom behind Hermione and was roughly shoved into her. She looked at him, confused, before walking to her seat. He heard Vanessa giggling as he collided with her sister. She pushed me, he thought. Once he made it to his normal seat by Hermione, he pulled out his books. Two seconds later, Vanessa and Draco, who looked very unhappy, went walking by the desk, Vanessa swinging her arms. Her hand 'accidentally' connected with his books and sent them falling to the ground. She glanced over her shoulder. "Oops, my bad- sorry, Potty," she stated innocently while her eyes danced with malice.
Snape entered the class. He looked right at Vanessa. "I believe that you must be sitting with Mr. Potter, not Malfoy, Ms.Granger. Now please switch."
Vanessa remained in her seat, looking smug. "Professor," she stated sarcastically. "Why not make Potty change. He is, after all, the one who agreed to this arrangement."
Snape had to grit his teeth to keep from speaking words teachers shouldn't speak to students. "Mr. Malfoy, switch with Potter," he said through his teeth.
Draco and Harry rose and walked to their new seats. Vanessa sat smiling at him, her hands folded on the desk. Setting his bag down, Harry went to sit on the stool when it disappeared from underneath him. He landed on the hard stone, face turning red from embarrassment and anger. The whole class sat silent, staring at the Potions Master.
"Ms. Granger!" Snape shouted.
Vanessa looked at him, a confused expression on her face. "Yes, Professor?"
"Why did you pull Mr. Potter's stool out from under him?!"
"I did no such thing, sir. My hands were on my desk the whole time. I can't help the fact that Potty can't sit properly." The stool was in the exact spot that Draco had left it. There was a slight shimmer around the edges of the stool, however.
Harry spotted it and scowled. "She bewitched it, sir! She bloody bewitched it."
Vanessa smiled slightly. "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. My wand is in my bag. You can't prove it was me. It could've been anyone."
Snape looked ready to kill his own student. "Anymore of these tricks, Ms. Granger, and you will be serving detention."
"Yes, sir!" She saluted him with only her middle finger and folded her hands again, smiling sweetly.
"Detention, Granger!"
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Since that incident she had sat muttering darkly. Harry sat working on the potion when he realized that he needed an ingredient on her side of the table.
Harry tapped her shoulder. She glared at him. He stuttered, "I- I- need the weed root on your other side. Could you hand it to me?" He figured she would ignore him and continue her mutterings.
Instead she sat up, grabbed the root and held it out to him over the potion, a smile on her face. When he reached for it she dropped it into the cauldron. The potion fizzed, bubbled and began to spit. "Tsk, tsk, Potty. You shouldn't be such a butterfingers. Maybe you wouldn't have dropped it." She backed away, smirking as it blew up all over him. She giggled evilly until the smoke cleared, then she gasped in horror.
The potion was supposed to change the user into another person, similar to the Polyjuice potion but without the pain and the time period was lengthened. It was used by aurors to make them unrecognizable. However, the full weed root stalk caused the potion to change his appearance. His hair was longer, almost shoulder length, and he had to remove his glasses because they caused his vision to blur. He seemed to have aged about two years so that he was taller and no longer looked underfed. He looked almost like someone you'd see in a Seventeen magazine. Total eye candy would be the best way to describe his appearance.
Every girl in class was gaping at him like he was a god, every boy's jaw dropped, Snape stared in surprise. Vanessa looked horrified. She backed away from him, hitting the desk behind her before sprinting out of the class. Harry turned to look at Hermione, who was sitting next to a perplexed Malfoy. "What's with her?"
Hermione shook her head. "I don't talk to her a lot so I don't understand her at all. I gave up trying to a long time ago."
Snape pulled out his wand, cleaning up the spilt potion before turning his attention back to Harry. "Well, Mr. Potter, it seems you have finally learned how to brew a potion properly. I'll excuse you from finishing because I can see that had you added the correct amount, the potion would have been adequate. Please go find Ms. Granger and return her bag to her. She will need it for the next class."
Harry walked out of class, Vanessa's bag slung over his shoulder.
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Vanessa sprinted until she found a girl's lavatory. She locked herself in a stall and leaned against the door, arms hugging her stomach. She shut her eyes, trying to stop tears from falling. They trailed down her cheeks as she bit her lower lip. She wanted to scream but held it in. It wasn't him, Vanessa, she told herself mentally. He's dead, you saw it. After that fact had been processed, she calmed down. She opened the stall and looked in the mirror. Her hand traveled to the two scars by her eye, fingers touching them lightly. She looked away, trying to bury her emotions deep, where they belonged. She had to forget the past, forget everything. After splashing water on her tear stained face, she walked out of the lavatory and in the direction of the dungeons.
She kept her gaze on the ground, her steps slow. Then she saw another pair of shoes enter her line of vision. Great. She lifted her eyes and stared into the face of Harry Potter who now looked halfway decent in the looks department.
This time when she looked at him, her emotions didn't control her. Staring at him emotionlessly, she crossed her arms. "What do you want, Potty?"
He slid her bag off his shoulder and held it out to her. "Here's your bag. You left it when you ran off," he said gazing at her, a sliver of concern flashing over his face.
She snatched it away from him. When he didn't walk away, her face hardened into a scowl. "Anything else?" Her voice was almost as lethal as liquid acid.
He looked at her. "Next class is Defense Against the Dark Arts."
She shrugged. "Whatever. Like I'll pay attention, considering I'm stuck with you."
Harry took a deep breath. She seemed to fry his nerves to no end. "Ya know, Vanessa, if you were nice, people might like you."
She looked at him like he had gone nuts. Every time I'm nice, someone dies. "You want me to be nice, Potter? Hope you're not afraid of dying." Without a glance, Vanessa whipped around and strode down the hall. Once she was at the end of the hall, she turned to look at him. "Remember Potter, no good deed goes unpunished."
AN: And cut!... When I originally wrote this I had been listening to 'Wicked'. That musical is the bomb and that's were I got the phrase "no good deed goes unpunished". If you can find another place where that phrase is used, you will recieve a plushie in the character of your choice. Until next I post...
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