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I'll try to upload at least once at week, so every weekend there'll be a new chapter.
See disclaimer in previous chapters – get's kinda boring, doesn't it?
TRUTH
Not many people had commented on her new hair but then again, she'd always been a weirdo. It was the final day of the potions project. She had decided to stop the plan and just live through the project without getting feelings for Potter again. They met for the last time to test the potion.
"I hope this works," Harry said, fixing his emerald gaze on her.
"Me too. What if we put something wrong in it and die from testing it?"
"Then we fail, so we better not."
"Let's stop blabbering and get to it."
"Yeah." He gave her a small glass containing the purple liquid. "Cheers." They both drank. Suddenly Maria felt the familiar rush of feelings. Her hair tickled as it grew long again and fell down her back. Sheh was totally unprepaired for this, and the emotions brought her with them. She lent forward and placed a deep, emotional kiss on his lips. The brief touch woke her up again. She turned around and ran out.
Harry stood confused and looked after her. He didn't understand what had just happened. When she drank the potion, her hair had grown long again and she'd kissed him. It had felt right, as if it was meant to be. But the thought scared him. Maria scared him. When he drank he'd felt himself grow physically and mentally stronger. But it had worked differently on her. He wanted answers. He wanted to know who the girl was, but right now it seemed smarter to stay as far away from her as possible.
The scissors cut her hair again. Shorter than ever. She looked terrible, and she knew. But she didn't care. She just didn't want those feelings anymore. Never again! With a sigh she placed her hat on her almost bald head and threw the hair into the fireplace. The next day she reported sick and let Harry take care of the test. She didn't want to be around him ever again.
Harry want into the classroom with Ron and Hermione. They were late as usual. Harry scanned the room for his partner, but Maria was nowhere to be seen. Snape interrupted his thoughts.
"Potter, your partner wasn't feeling so good, so I believe you'll have to take care of it alone," he said with a look of loathing in his black eyes. "You may as well start." Harry got up and demonstrated the potion before letting Snape have s sip. It passed!
Since the project was over Maria went back to school. She spend the next weeks avoiding Potter as if he was some sort of plague. It wasn'r really that hard. It was more common that Slytherins and Gryffindors didn't spend their time together than othervise.
After a few weeks they accidentally crashed into eachother outside a classroom. Maria's books dropped all over the floor. Harry quickly recovered and began collecting the books.
"You don't have to," she said, fighting the emotions his emerald eyes cast over her.
"But.."
"I said: You don't have to!" she snapped.
"Sorry," he said and stood. He held a hand for her to get up by. She denied it and stood by herself. "I havn't seen you much lately."
"I've been busy, all the homework and stuff."
"Yeah. I've been avoiding you too."
She looked curiously at him.
"But we won't achieve anything that way. I was hoping to have a chat, actually." She looked at him, angrily. Who was he kidding? The fear in her eyes confused him, but also told him that trying to get to her would only push her away. "But if you don't want to.."
He was beginning to understand her. She could hear it in his voice and see it in his eyes. She realised she needed somebody to understand her. To understand her entire siruation. Draco Malfoy knew who she was. They grew up together for Slytherin's sake! But he'd never be able to understand her. Perhaps Harry... She waited a short while for something to stop her, and when she realised there was nohting she was both ashamed and happy. "What if I do?"
Harry felt waves of surprise going through him. "Then we should find somewhere privat," he said and led her to an empty classroom.
She took deep calming breaths supported by a few spells, but now when she had the chance, she had no idea of what to say. He looked at her. He was waiting for her to say something. "I.." she began. The silence felt awkward. "I don't know where to begin."
"Begin with the beginning" His voice was calm and offered her the support she needed to get the words out.
"My mother was a Nymph," she said slowly. Looking at him, seeking an reaction. He nodded his head slowly. "She fell in love with my father when she was very young. My father was..." She held her breath. She didn't know what to do. He'd hate her when she told him the truth. "My father is... You Know Who."
Harry felt his blood freeze in his veines. It explained a whole bunch of things. How she always stopped herself from being friendly towards him. It explained the Imperius curse. But he couldn't judge her from who her father was. She looked so fragile, so alone. He wanted to offer her the support she hadn't gotten for so many years. He felt – love? He was in love with Voldemort's daughter, he realised. Had been it for a while now. He went to her and embraced her.
In his warm embrace she got braver and without wincing told him her entire story. When she opened her eyes the hair had grown again. Long and beautuful like pure gold. Pure as she naturally was herself. When she was done, he let her cry. She cried of sorrow for those sixteen lonely years and of joy for the years that lay ahead. With a smile he brushed her tears away and kissed her gently on her full lips.
THIS IS NOT THE END! Didn't the category say romance/action/adventure. Since it has lacked the last two for the last few chapters I'm gonna have to promise you some more of that in the next chapter. Do you think Voldemort likes Harry being with his daughter. He may be a lousy father and he may not love her, but I believe he feels some kind of ownership. Write me to get spoilers. You know the address. Please review.
Danie.
I'll try to upload at least once at week, so every weekend there'll be a new chapter.
See disclaimer in previous chapters – get's kinda boring, doesn't it?
TRUTH
Not many people had commented on her new hair but then again, she'd always been a weirdo. It was the final day of the potions project. She had decided to stop the plan and just live through the project without getting feelings for Potter again. They met for the last time to test the potion.
"I hope this works," Harry said, fixing his emerald gaze on her.
"Me too. What if we put something wrong in it and die from testing it?"
"Then we fail, so we better not."
"Let's stop blabbering and get to it."
"Yeah." He gave her a small glass containing the purple liquid. "Cheers." They both drank. Suddenly Maria felt the familiar rush of feelings. Her hair tickled as it grew long again and fell down her back. Sheh was totally unprepaired for this, and the emotions brought her with them. She lent forward and placed a deep, emotional kiss on his lips. The brief touch woke her up again. She turned around and ran out.
Harry stood confused and looked after her. He didn't understand what had just happened. When she drank the potion, her hair had grown long again and she'd kissed him. It had felt right, as if it was meant to be. But the thought scared him. Maria scared him. When he drank he'd felt himself grow physically and mentally stronger. But it had worked differently on her. He wanted answers. He wanted to know who the girl was, but right now it seemed smarter to stay as far away from her as possible.
The scissors cut her hair again. Shorter than ever. She looked terrible, and she knew. But she didn't care. She just didn't want those feelings anymore. Never again! With a sigh she placed her hat on her almost bald head and threw the hair into the fireplace. The next day she reported sick and let Harry take care of the test. She didn't want to be around him ever again.
Harry want into the classroom with Ron and Hermione. They were late as usual. Harry scanned the room for his partner, but Maria was nowhere to be seen. Snape interrupted his thoughts.
"Potter, your partner wasn't feeling so good, so I believe you'll have to take care of it alone," he said with a look of loathing in his black eyes. "You may as well start." Harry got up and demonstrated the potion before letting Snape have s sip. It passed!
Since the project was over Maria went back to school. She spend the next weeks avoiding Potter as if he was some sort of plague. It wasn'r really that hard. It was more common that Slytherins and Gryffindors didn't spend their time together than othervise.
After a few weeks they accidentally crashed into eachother outside a classroom. Maria's books dropped all over the floor. Harry quickly recovered and began collecting the books.
"You don't have to," she said, fighting the emotions his emerald eyes cast over her.
"But.."
"I said: You don't have to!" she snapped.
"Sorry," he said and stood. He held a hand for her to get up by. She denied it and stood by herself. "I havn't seen you much lately."
"I've been busy, all the homework and stuff."
"Yeah. I've been avoiding you too."
She looked curiously at him.
"But we won't achieve anything that way. I was hoping to have a chat, actually." She looked at him, angrily. Who was he kidding? The fear in her eyes confused him, but also told him that trying to get to her would only push her away. "But if you don't want to.."
He was beginning to understand her. She could hear it in his voice and see it in his eyes. She realised she needed somebody to understand her. To understand her entire siruation. Draco Malfoy knew who she was. They grew up together for Slytherin's sake! But he'd never be able to understand her. Perhaps Harry... She waited a short while for something to stop her, and when she realised there was nohting she was both ashamed and happy. "What if I do?"
Harry felt waves of surprise going through him. "Then we should find somewhere privat," he said and led her to an empty classroom.
She took deep calming breaths supported by a few spells, but now when she had the chance, she had no idea of what to say. He looked at her. He was waiting for her to say something. "I.." she began. The silence felt awkward. "I don't know where to begin."
"Begin with the beginning" His voice was calm and offered her the support she needed to get the words out.
"My mother was a Nymph," she said slowly. Looking at him, seeking an reaction. He nodded his head slowly. "She fell in love with my father when she was very young. My father was..." She held her breath. She didn't know what to do. He'd hate her when she told him the truth. "My father is... You Know Who."
Harry felt his blood freeze in his veines. It explained a whole bunch of things. How she always stopped herself from being friendly towards him. It explained the Imperius curse. But he couldn't judge her from who her father was. She looked so fragile, so alone. He wanted to offer her the support she hadn't gotten for so many years. He felt – love? He was in love with Voldemort's daughter, he realised. Had been it for a while now. He went to her and embraced her.
In his warm embrace she got braver and without wincing told him her entire story. When she opened her eyes the hair had grown again. Long and beautuful like pure gold. Pure as she naturally was herself. When she was done, he let her cry. She cried of sorrow for those sixteen lonely years and of joy for the years that lay ahead. With a smile he brushed her tears away and kissed her gently on her full lips.
THIS IS NOT THE END! Didn't the category say romance/action/adventure. Since it has lacked the last two for the last few chapters I'm gonna have to promise you some more of that in the next chapter. Do you think Voldemort likes Harry being with his daughter. He may be a lousy father and he may not love her, but I believe he feels some kind of ownership. Write me to get spoilers. You know the address. Please review.
Danie.
