Yep, that's right I am back. And this story will now have a plot. FINALLY!! This story was so random before, going all over the place but i'm forcing it back on track and hopefully things will go better now
DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter belongs to J. K Rowling
Chapter 8- "Because with you there's always a plan!"
'How much trouble did you get into?' Hermione cornered her as soon Annie ducked into the Common Room.
'God Hermione! Stalk people much,' Annie rolled her eyes exaggeratedly and sauntered towards the armchairs and stood right in front of one of her fellow first year who was currently occupying it. The girl ignored her. Annie stood there like a furious statue. Sighing heavily the girl finally turned to her expectantly. 'Move,' Annie hissed. Insulted, the girl tried to stare Annie down. Except staring matches were Annie's game, she glared at the girl with a snarl pasted on her face. Eventually, the girl rolled her eyes in loathing and flounced away without a word to Ron whom she had earlier been talking animatedly to.
'What was that all about,' Ron murmured to Harry. He didn't reply.
'Slag,' Annie hissed after the girl.
'Annabelle,' Hermione admonished in a shocked voice.
'Don't start on my Hermione. I was just in detention with Snape,' Annie looked at her sister with her face warped into a depressed grimace. She flopped into a chair.
'Lay off her Hermione,' Harry said sympathetically remembering a number of his detentions with the Potions Master.
'How much trouble did you get into,' Hermione asked.
'Detention everyday for a month,' Annie replied with a twisted grin.
'You wouldn't have aggravated Snape unless you wanted to. So what's the plan?' Hermione looked down at Annie.
'No plan,' Annie looked away from Hermione guiltily.
'Let me get this straight. You,' Ron pointed at Annie with and amazed face, 'get yourself into detention with Snape- on purpose?'
'She did.' Hermione answered for Annie, 'And I want to know why!' Hermione looked close to furious.
Ron looked at Harry with wide eyes and mouthed cookoo and traced round his temple with a finger to punctuate.
'What does everything have to be a plan with you Hermione,' she snapped at her sister.
Hermione tensed, 'Because with you there's always a plan Annabelle! And I am NOT letting you get yourself into trouble‼‼'
'I need him.'
'FOR WHAT‼‼' Hermione screamed. Harry shot back into his chair and shared a Look with Ron. He looked as worried as Harry felt. They'd never seen Hermione so angry.
'For stuff,' Annie stated in low voice as she became aware that most of the people in the common room was watching them interestedly. Hermione glared back at her wanting a proper answer. Annie jerked her head to one side indicating she wanted to continue the conversation in private. Annie stalked upstairs with Hermione hot on her heals. Harry waited a moment before following after them.
'Have you got a death wish?' Ron grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him back.
Harry turned back to Ron exhasperatedly, 'there was a reason why she went up to the boys dormitories.'
'Did you see what she did to Malfoy today? I heard Malfoy's on liquid for week and his left arm was dislocated. And there's an angry Hermione up there.' Ron pleaded for Harry to see sense.
'Left arm,' Harry murmured before running up the stairs to the second year boys dormitories.
Ron sighed and with only a seconds hesitation followed him.
They entered to tense silence. Annie was seated on Harry's bed and Hermione on Ron's. He tried not to feel too uncomfortable that Annie found it so easy to take over their room.
Annie looked up at them with the hint of a sneer on her face, 'You guys took your time.'
It was only then that Harry realised that he was really beginning to dislike his best friends sister. Seating next to Hermione as a way to prove where their loyalties lay they turned to look at Annie. The sneering, superior look on her face vanished and was replaced by that of a worried first year.
'I figured you guys may as well here this cause if I screw up you guys'll probably have deal with some the crap,' she explained. 'I need to get Snape to like me.'
Expecting something much more serious the three of them lost all words.
'Why?' Eventually Ron managed to voice what they were all thinking.
'It's about the scar isn't it?' Hermione whispered into the silence. All anger in her face had vanished. 'Why are you worrying about it? Dumbledore said he'd deal with it.'
'And yeah he'll force Snape to help me. But he's more likely to help me if I actually matter to him!'
'Can someone explain what's going on?' Harry pushed his question in before Hermione could retort. The sisters turned to him. 'You obviously came up here for a reason. So what's going on?'
They both turned back to each other. They seemed to be having a conversation with their eyes if their facial expressions where any indication. 'You've seen my scar, right.' She showed them her right palm. Where the bone or muscle or whatever it was made the skin rise right at the bottom of the thumb just above the wrist was what looked like a burn scar. 'I don't know what happened that night, I was only a few days old. The day before Voldemort killed your parents, he killed mine. My biological parents,' Annie elaborated, 'they were purebloods. They did something to upset him so he came to kill him. My mum ran with me, like your mum wanted to do. But Voldemort's followers caught her. I was in her arms and I was clutching her necklace, a small triquetrus. She was still holding me when Voldemort finally killed her. The necklace burned white hot and scarred me. Voldemort was about to kill me when he received a message. Dumbledore thinks it was the message about where your parents were hiding. He left me there with my mum. That's how they found me, in my mum's arms with a pendant burned so bad into my skin that it was fused there. In a weird way I kinda owe you my life.' Annie flashed her twisted grin at Harry before carrying on while stroking her scar gently. 'Eventually I was adopted and the scar faded by the time I was one. It was still there but just about. From the moment Hermione explained that I was a witch like she was and explained that both my parents had been purebloods that pissed off Voldemort it's been coming back. Slowly. According to Dumbledore the healing process's been reversing at the rate that it healed. Dumbledore reckons that when the scar goes back to the way it was when Voldemort killed my mum something major's going to happen. The chances are it'll be me facing whatever curse it was that hit my mum.'
'You'll die?' Ron asked in shock.
'Dumbledore thinks it's worse,' Hermione explained, 'if it had been a normal magical murder then it shouldn't have affected the jewellery. He thinks it's something a whole lot worse.
Annie continued, 'which is why I'm chumming up to Snape. If he's as evil as you guys think he is than he was probably Voldie's best friend. He could know what happened to my mum. And if he doesn't…then he's still clever enough to give me a fighting chance. But only if I give him a big enough reason to.'
'And that's why she needs Snape to give a damn about her.' Hermione ended.
Annie grinned, not looking like girl who'd just said she would probably be died before the year was out. 'Exactly it's not like I'm gonna get desperate enough to make him fall in love me,' Ron choked suddenly, 'I mean I do have standards! But if I'm one of his favourite students… he might act like he has a soul.'
Harry grabbed Ron's pillow and hit Annie's face with it gently to lighten the atmosphere, 'You're still insane! You gave yourself a month of detentions with SNAPE‼‼'
'I'm not with the scar that affected my brain,' she grabbed Harry's pillow and tried to throw it at him but missed.
'No, it just affected your aim didn't it. Or are you a crap shot anyway?' Annie shrieked and leapt on him with someone else's pillow.
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