Harley Potter and The Sorcerers Stone

The Girl Who Lived

Chapter Four

The Truth Is The Most Shocking Thing

Harley looked between the two figures that sat on the uncomfortable hard wooden chairs. Their gaze turned to see the young raven haired, green-eyed girl looking at them warily. She was a splitting image of her father, with her dark raven hair and pale skin. If he had been a girl, James Potter would have surely looked like young Harley, minus the eyes. Harley had her mother's bright emerald green eyes that were just as beautiful as her mothers had been, but had a more, electric look to them. The back office was darker than any other room in the decrepit and indigent building. The room held a look like an office, with a waiting room. A worn out couch was placed underneath the window that looked out into the back yard and road behind it.

The curtains hanging above the window were draped back and wrapped in thin wire to keep them from closing once again. It allowed the room more light from the sun that was covered in the gloomy storm clouds. A Television was placed atop of a small shelf that held the cable box and DVD player underneath, along with random Dvd's that were placed in front of the couch. The desk, which was on the other side of the room, on the right side of the wall, had two chairs in front of it, where the two unknown figures sat. Harley knew from experience, when she was being castigated by one of the staff members, that the chairs were extremely uncomfortable. Glancing with wariness at the man and woman she looked them over slowly.

The woman, Harley noticed, had her long black hair pulled back in a tight bun, with thin square framed glasses on top of her nose. Though, from just looking at her, the young eleven year old knew she wasn't someone you would want to cross. The older woman's eyes were a light brown color, a shade of mocha chocolate. The older woman also looked to be around her seventies and was rather tall, from what Harley could tell from where she stood looking over the two figures. The older woman sat with her legs crossed and wore a pair of emerald green robes that cascaded to the floor, covering her feet.

Turning her gaze to the man she scrunched her eyebrows with thought. The man had long black greasy looking hair that hung around the side of his face; making his already pale skin look even paler. Unlike the woman the older man beside her looked younger than the woman in green. The male had black cold eyes with secrets and a story behind them. She felt an almost instant curiosity and perhaps hostility form in her stomach as she stared at the man in black. From the glare Harley was receiving from him, he must have felt similar feelings. He wore a pair of black robes with black pants and t-shirt underneath, giving him a very dark and depressed look. Harley had a gut feeling that the two were not going to like each other each other, for now anyways.

Clearing her throat the older woman sat straighter in her seat and turned her sharp gaze to Harley. "My name is Minevra McGongall. Professor McGongall if you will. This is an associate of mine, Severus Snape." Minevra McGongall stated with a thin smile.

"Professor Snape." Sneered out Snape with a disgruntled look on his face. Harley had a hunch Professor Snape didn't want to be at the Orphanage, and especially not near Harley.

Harley remained staring at the two unusual dressed figures. Even if she knew their names now, it didn't mean she trusted them. With hesitance Harley walked farther into the room and towards the desk across from them. "I'm Harley, Harley Potter." She introduced with an emotionless look on her face. She showed no sign of pain, unease, curiosity and hesitance in her stance or facial features as she walked or stood before them. All there was to be seen was an emotionless young girl who had been through and seen more than an eleven year old should have.

Professor McGongall nodded her head with a small smile. "We know Ms. Potter. You're quite famous in our world. Along with your parents." Minevra stated thinly as she rubbed out any crinkles in her outfit, though there was nothing to crinkle out. McGongalls outfit was perfect. The room fell into silence after the older woman's statement. For a few minutes, Harley looked down at the floor, her mind running haphazardly through jumbled thoughts. 'Why was she famous? How was she famous? How were her parents famous' The thoughts, as soon as one popped up, it would disappear with another one. Harley felt her head pound with a sign of a headache forming from the rushing thoughts that made the young girl feel dizzy and light headed. With a sigh, Harley sat down on the comfortable leather seat and looked at the two adults with a squint of her eyes.

"Famous? Why would I be famous? Why would my parents be famous?" The eleven year old insisted with a tilt of her head in curiosity. Her arms crossed over her chest as she looked at the adults with determination. Severus, who had remained quiet for the most part, spoke in a sharp voice.

"That's for another time Potter. All you need to worry about is getting your equipment for your new school, if you'll accept and leave with us." The greasy black haired man continued to glare at the girl coldly. With the remaining look of determination still across her face, she leaned against the wooden desk; her black messy raven hair fell into her face as she looked at the male.

"I'm not leaving with any of you, Professors. Unless I learn how you know of me." Snape sneered at the girl with utter loathing. He already felt an instant dislike for the girl. She was just as arrogant and arrogant as her father had been. Just like a mini James, minus the gender.

"Just like your father." Professor Snape scoffed with a withering glare to the eleven year old. Harley glared back at the teacher with dislike. Oh, she defiantly knew she and this Professor were not going to get along.

"You know nothing about me." Harley defended herself with a snap of her jaw. Bright, electric, emerald green eyes flared up with annoyance and loathing for the man across from her.

"I know you're just like you're overly arrogant father." Snape stated in disdain.

"My father was not arrogant!" The eleven year old raised her voice. Her temper snapped and a light bulb exploded from the lamp on the desk. Minevra jumped, startled at the sudden show of magic and glanced to the young girl in surprise. Harley Potter must be something more than just a normal witch. No witch was just able to do things like she had been showing over the years in her short life. Severus raised an eyebrow in surprise, thinking along the same lines as Minevra.

Professor McGongall spoke in a crisp voice, cutting off the argument. "Ms. Potter. Do not speak to us in that tone." The woman spoke in a tone of superiority, making Harley's jaw clench in annoyance. A sudden thought danced in her mind as she looked between the two adults. 'Did she have any...living relatives?'

"Professor..." Harley trailed off as she looked at the older woman. McGongall raised an eyebrow at the young girl, wondering what she was thinking. "Do...do I have...any living realitives?" She questuioned with curosity. The two adults shared a look at the girl before McGongall looked back at the eleven year old. Instead of answering her question, McGongall changed the subject. Harley knew what she was doing, and didn't like it. It was probably one of those, you'll know the reason why when we deem you ready enough to know. She hated when adults did that to her.

"If you wish to know of how we know you Ms. Potter, I will tell you the version I was told." Minevra stated. "With no interruptions." She added, seeing the look the young girl had on her face. Nodding with disgruntle, Harley waited impatiently for the woman to begin speak. "You might want to sit down, Potter." Minevra added with a nod at the chair that Harley had jumped up from in anger. Sitting back down slowly Harley looked to the Professor patiently. Clearing her throat, the older woman began to speak.

"You're a witch, first of all. And, if I'm correct, you'd be a great one like your parents were." Harley bit her lip as her mind raced with the idea of her being a witch, it wasn't too hard to imagine; after all, she was able to do some pretty amazing things. With having thrown Derek across the room, speaking to snakes, making things explode and disappear, making clothes shrink, and teachers hair colors go different colors, now that had been interesting to see. Many other strange things she had caused to happen were unexplained, so being a witch had to be the simplest answer. She remembered, not to long ago, having almost killed another child, after he had gotten her rather angry.

"There was this wizard - who was called Voldemort. I'll only say his name once. It started about twenty years ago; this wizard started looking for followers. Many were forced to join, out of fright. Others just wanted some of his power, and he was getting plenty powerful too. It was dark days Ms. Potter. No one knew who knew who to trust, or who to look out for. This mad wizard was taking over. Of course...some wizards stood up to him - and of course - he killed them...horribly." Minevra shook her head at the past images seemed to appear in her mind of those horrible years. Bringing herself out of her thoughts she continued to speak.

"The only safe place during that time was Hogwarts. I suppose You-Know-Who was afraid of Albus -" Seeing the look Harley had she explained more on who the man, 'Albus', was. "He's the Headmaster of Hogwarts, the school you will be going to, if you accept." Minevra stated with a raise of her eyebrow. "As I was saying, the dark wizard didn't dare try to take over the school. Knowing Albus wouldn't allow it."

"Now, your parents were one of the best witch and wizard I ever taught. Both of them were chosen as Head Boy and Head Girl at Hogwarts in their seventh year. I thought they'd do well as Head students of their house. Of course, that never truly stopped your father from getting into trouble and using his Head Boy status to get away with it, but he grew more mature during this time." The older woman stated. "I assume it is one of the reasons why your parents were never asked to be brought onto the dark wizards side. I figure they were too close to Dumbledore to go Dark Side." Minevra stopped speaking then, thinking of how to put the next part in words, only for a moment before continuing.

"On October 31st, when you were just a year old he arrived at your parents home. Perhaps, he thought he could persuade them to join him...or he could have just wanted them out of his way. All anyone knows is, he turned up in the village where you all were living, on Halloween ten years ago. You were just a year old then. He came to your house and -" Minevra stopped, clearing her throat from the emotional feelings she began to feel. Severus, through out the small tale, had looked uncomfortable and withdrawn in his thoughts. "I'm sorry Ms. Potter - your mother and father where the nicest people I had the honor of teaching and knowing personally." She stated with a sad smile.

"Well, You-Know-Who killed them - and then he tried killing you, as well. I suppose he wanted a clean job of the whole mess of things. He was unable to do so though. Have you ever thought how you received that scar?" The old woman questioned to the silent girl across from her, looking to her forehead where her black messy hair covered it. "A scar like that only appears when a powerful, evil curse touches you - It is what took care of your parents house - but it didn't work on you, and that is why you're famous, Ms. Potter. No one has ever lived after he decides to kill you. No one has except you. And he has killed many powerful families, such as The Mckinnons, The Bones and The Prewetts. It's truly amazing, how you, a one year old baby girl - lived."

As Professor McGongall finished her story, Harley's mind raced. Chaotic thoughts shifted through her mind again, as soon as one thought surfaced, it was quickly swiped away by another. She could clearly remember the blinding flash of green light from her nightmares. She could hear her mothers beg, for Harley to be spared, while she willingly sacrificed herself. She remembered the high-pitched cackle echoing in her mind as her mother tried to reason with the dark wizard. But now, Harley realized that the attempt was futile. Her mother would have died anyways, just like her father had.

Tears of anger and disgust blurred her eyesight for the man that killed her parents. As well as tears of sadness for the parents she never would get to know. They had willingly gone to their deaths, to save her. Her chest tightened painfully, making her wince as her bruised and cracked ribs squeezed. Blinking away the tears she scrunched her eyes closed and fought back the tears that so desperately wanted to realize. She curled her hands into fists around the arms of the chair, digging her nails into the chair as she tried to steady her pounding heart. She hadn't cried in over six years, she wasn't about to start again. Minevra, and even Snape, watched the girl sadly, as she tried to grasp in her mind what she had been told.

Harley squeezed her eyes tightly as she tried to think back to her nightmare, that she had continued to have for the last four years, but nothing would come. Shaking her head slowly her eyes fluttered opened, showing a glaze in her eyes. Blinking once again, it disappeared. Pulling off her glasses she rubbed her eyes, wiping away the tears and cover up. Minevra straightened even further as her eyes caught the sight of a bruise on the girl's right eye. Leaning forward she looked at the bruise closely. "Ms. Potter. How did you get that bruise, and cut on your lip?" Inquired the older woman slowly. Harley's eyes widened as she looked to the woman and bit her lip, not wanting to say anything, and get herself into even more trouble.

"By the other boys here, ma'am." Harley lied through her teeth. Snape sat in his seat; clearing knowing the girl was lying, and wondered why. Then he realized, she was afraid, even if she wouldn't admit it to herself. She was afraid of getting beaten again by the people here at the Orphanage. He felt a strange feeling stir in his chest, something that felt like protectiveness. Minevra raised an eyebrow, her lips pursing with displeasure, she too, just by how the girl was acting, knew she was lying.

"If this happens again, Ms. Potter. Let me know, immediately." McGongall ordered. Nodding her head silently in understanding Harley spoke.

"So...when are we going?" Harley questioned with excitement.

Yep. Chapter Four is up. Well, we know Harley is afraid (though she'll never admit it) to tell the truth of what really happened.

We know Severus and Harley already have a bit of a dislike/curiosity thing between the two. Which is leading to hate, perhaps?

Lets see, Minerva told Harley the story of her parents death, and Harley blames herself, as well as Voldy (Voldemort) for her parents death.

Next chapter is going to be called, First Shopping Trip Of A Lifetime.

R&R and let me know what you all think.

Also, when you do the Poll vote, I know you all know this, but try and choose two different people you wouldn't mind seeing with Harley, when she's older, of course.

Your Writer,

ImmatureEvil.