Cedric stood, only a few feet away. Harry reached for his wand. Surely… he was close enough to help. Close enough to save him. But it was too late. In a low hiss, the dreaded orders resounded through the near silent graveyard. The spell came. A flash of green light.
A murderous green light.
The one that haunted his life.
The one that haunted his dreams.
Harry- no Hanna- could feel the scream escape from her throat. Her throat was sore from screaming. But she did not hear it.
No. Besides those echoing, horrible, dreadful words, there was not another sound. Pain exploded in her forehead, but she could do nothing about it.
A figure loomed above her. His cold red eyes bore into her. She hated it. It scared her. His lips moved. She couldn't tell what he was saying. There was no sound.
Avada Kedavra
Avada Kedavra
Avada Kedavra
"Hanna!" A voice called. It was pleasantly familiar. Much softer and kinder then the voice that was resounding in her ears.
Avada Kedavra
Avada Kedavra
Avada Kedavra
The figure above her lifted his wand. A cruel smile was plastered on his lips.
"Hanna!" This time she felt herself shaken.
Avada Kedavra
Avada Kedavra
Avada Ked-
"I have won!"
There was a flash of green light.
"Hanna, wake up!" Hanna blinked, staring up at two worried faces above her. When she could see clearly, one had figure had bright red hair. The other had wild brown hair. Nothing really snapped in right now, except the burning pain above her eyes.
Hanna reached up to clutch at her forehead, but stopped. Instead she rubbed her eyes and attempted to sit up.
"Are you okay, Hanna?" Hermione exclaimed. Hanna nodded stiffly. She had fallen asleep on the couch in the common room. Many people were staring at her, and she didn't like the sudden attention. "You looked like you were having a nightmare."
"Uh, um, I'm fine…" Hanna mumbled, gathering her things into her bag. Ron seemed satisfied with her answer, and returned to his homework. Hermione, however, saw through it. Hanna had been having these nightmares for ages! It was almost like… Hermione tried not to think about it, but it was hard. She knew she shouldn't compare people to her best friend, but it was just… so difficult. She missed him so much.
"Hanna, are you sure?" Hermione insisted. Hanna nodded.
"I'm fine, I'm fine. Just a silly bad dream! What time is it?" Hanna asked, wondering how long she had slept.
"If you're sure… It is 7:52." Hermione replied reluctantly. Hanna groaned. She had slept over an hour! And it was time for detention with Umbridge, she noticed with a start. Gathering all her things into her bag, she suddenly fled from the common room. She ran as fast she could, mentally cursing the moving staircases.
"Oof!" Hanna suddenly ran into something, and both she and that something toppled over. Unfortunately, she caught the bad end of it and hit her head on the stone flooring. "Ow! Ow!"
The person on top of her quickly scrambled up, for which she was thankful.
"Watch where you're-" Hanna recognised that voice far too well. "Oh, it's you."
Hanna wasn't surprised by this. Malfoy had been strangely neutral towards her this year. Then again, it was most likely because she was no longer 'The Golden Boy' but instead 'The Golden Boy's Mysterious Cousin'. After a while, when the rumours became bearable, and she was no longer the talk of the school, Malfoy had been somewhat, to an extent, civil towards her.
"Well c'mon then," His voice was impatient. Hanna realized he was holding out a hand to help her up with. Hanna took his hand rather reluctantly, and allowed him to help her to her feet. This was perhaps the hardest part about her change. Since the beginning of the school year, Malfoy had done nothing that would allow her to hate him. At first he was neutral. He didn't even acknowledge the girl. At least she preferred it that way.
"Sorry," She muttered, sliding past him to continue on her journey to the Defence classroom.
"Watch where you're going, you could get hurt," He said softly, almost sounding like he hoped she didn't hear. Hanna's eyebrows shot up behind her bangs, but she said nothing and continued walking.
Hanna scrunched up her nose in distaste when she entered the room. The office was more pink then Umbridge's wardrobe, covered floor to roof with pictures of cats and the like. It was bloody appalling.
She was three minutes and –according to Umbridge- 46 seconds late. Umbridge told her to sit down at a desk that was placed beside her desk. Hanna quickly complied, and soon learned she was to be doing lines.
"You haven't given me any ink," Hanna said, staring at the quill in her hands. Umbridge smiled sweetly.
"You won't need any ink," She told her. "I want you to write 'I must not deny the truth'."
"How many times?" Hanna asked.
"As long as it takes… to sink in." Umbridge's voice was sickly sweet, coated with as much sugar as she put in her tea. She had suddenly become very interested with a particular picture of a white kitten, hiding her large, cruel smile from Hanna. Hanna frowned, and began to write.
'I must not deny the truth'
The words came out in a dreadfully familiar shade of crimson. Hanna stared at the letters, admiring how they shone in the evening light that was sinking through the window. Then a pain split through her hand.
'I must not deny the truth' was carved into her skin on the back of her hand. Blood began to pour from the wound, but she could only watch the letters. They were cut into her hand as if a fine, small knife was used. It was written in her handwriting, but the letters were clear. She bit back her hiss of pain. She couldn't give Umbridge the satisfaction.
'I must not deny the truth'
'I must not deny the truth'
'I must not deny the truth'
'I must not deny the truth'
The words were becoming illegible underneath the faucets of blood that were pouring from the wound. It was dripping down her wrist, leaving large blood splatters on the pages.
What was the truth? What truth was there to deny? Surely no one knew of her being Harry Potter? Not yet. Besides, she wasn't Harry Potter. She had truly always been Hanna Potter. She must not deny the truth. She was not Harry Potter.
Perhaps it was about Dumbledore? Umbridge was obviously a strong believer that Dumbledore was losing his mind. That was a lie. She must not deny the truth. Dumbledore was not going crazy.
Maybe they were talking about the Ministy? If Umbridge believed that the Ministry would take care of everyone, and that they wanted a false sense of security spread throughout the school, they would not want little never-before-heard-of-Hanna-Potter destroying it for them. She must not deny the truth. The ministry was scared – no, terrified- of the truth.
But then, Hanna mused to herself, she couldn't really bring herself to care by the second page of lines.
When the third passed, Hanna was feeling beyond lightheaded. The sleeve of her robes were stained with blood, but she couldn't bring herself to care about that either.
She walked along the wall as support as she made her way back to the Gryffindor was surely leaving a trail of blood behind her. One that Filtch would surely complain about in the morning. She really didn't care.
As Hanna crawled into her four poster bed, she felt none of the usual comfort it brought. All she could feel was the red-hot agony that came from her hand. The scarlet stains on her skin almost matched the curtains and her sheets. She had enough sense to try and hide the hand, although all she had done was throw two pairs of socks over her hand like a glove.
Her head was positively spinning, but she managed a weak spell that cleaned up the lasting blood on the floor. She laid back, allowing unconsciousness to creep over her, hoping to find some solitude in her own head. In her dreams.
Instead, she was plagued by nightmares.
A hint of Darry? But what does it meaaaan? XD I hope you guys liked this chapter! ^^
AprilFlowers96:
Hahah! Thank you! :) And yes, they are still going to do the D.A. :) Its just gonna take a bunch more convincing :D I love the d.a. :D
laugra42:
Thank you! :) XD I always liked that Idea, hence why I am writing about it! XD
UnbeautifulVeela:
Wellll... It's a surprise!
LoveOfMyLifeIs.:
Thank you! :)
tmntlover123456789:
:) Here you ggo :PP
TheMayBornLoser:
I Know! I shout at them in my head (jking) Hanna will still fly, and it will most likely be in the next chapter you find out why :) Hahah I don't think I can see a Hanna/Harry that doesn't fly! XD
TheMagicPirate:
I'm glad you think so. Thank you for Subscribing! ^^