Brother?
(Disclaimer:
All of the characters and things in this story belong to J. K. Rowling except
for Chris, Norton, and the bell.)
(A/N:
This is Harry's 6th year, and my first fic (2nd part of
my 1st fic anyway).)
Harry
looked up without finishing the letter. "I don't have a brother!"
he exclaimed. "If I do, why didn't Sirius or Hagrid or anyone tell
me?"
Ron tried to reply, but he was at a
loss for words.
Harry and Ron weren't alone for long;
the Gryffindor crowd entered again. Hermione went over to them suspiciously.
"See!" said Ron. "If
Harry didn't reply, he wouldn't have known he had a brother!"
"Brother!?! Let me see
that!"
Harry handed the letter to Hermione in
order to prove his point.
Hermione, however, was too excited to
read any further than Harry and Ron did. "He's probably lying," she
blurted out. "I mean, a brother, really Harry. You can't believe
that!"
"Don't talk that way about my
brother!"
"He's not! Plus, even if he was,
why didn't he tell you earlier? Why didn't Dumbledore or Hagrid tell you? Why
didn't Sir- Snuffles especially?"
"That's just what I'm going to
ask them!" Harry shouted.
"Why don't we ask Hagrid
first?" suggested Ron.
Hermione was in shock that they
believed the so-called 'Chris', however she was comforted that they decided to
ask Hagrid because she was sure he would set them right.
BING!!!
The bell rang. Harry and Ron had
completely forgotten about classes.
"We have a free period after
Potions; that's in just two classes," said Ron, disappointed at the bell.
The three of them went to get their
things for Herbology, and then ran to class.
When they reached there, the trio
found out that Professor Sprout was sick. The substitute cleared her throat and
stepped in front of the class.
"Professor Sprout got sick so
suddenly that she couldn't leave me an agenda. So, I've decided to talk to you
about how I became interested in Herbology. It all started 20 years ago…"
the substitute droned on for what seemed like days.
* * * * * * *
BING!!!
Ron
said, "Oh, finally we can go to Potions- that has got to be the
first time I ever said that! It's probably the last time too."
During Potions, Harry, Ron, and
Hermione were so excited and jumpy that it was almost as if they were going to
explode. They asked Seamus what time it was so many times that he finally took
off his watch and gave it to them.
Snape soon noticed how eager they were
to go somewhere. He decided it was the perfect time to pick on them. He made
them all make the hardest potion- one that would melt their cauldrons if they
made it wrong. Harry and Ron's cauldron melted- and so did the table
underneath.
"Detention after class!" Snape hollered,
quite pleased with himself.
Hermione, feeling sorry for Harry and Ron, cut in,
"No Professor
Snape,
I did it. I melted their cauldron!"
Snape thought for a minute,
"Hmm…well, whether Hermione or one of the boys melted the cauldron, at
least one of the eager students will serve detention. It doesn't really matter
which one since all of them were as eager as the next to go somewhere." Snape
came to the decision that Hermione would serve the detention.
Harry and Ron gave Hermione very
thankful looks-they didn't dare speak incase of Snape giving them detentions
after all. The three were friends again.
* * * * * * *
BING!!!
The boys ran off to Hagrid's cottage
without even bothering to put down their books.
Bang, Bang, Bang! They pounded on the
door. "He's not home! Let's go to Dumbledore's office.
"Er…what's the password?"
Harry asked Ron.
"It's always a sweet, so just
name a bunch."
The boys stood in the hallway in front
of Dumbledore's office door shouting out names of sweets at the gargoyle.
* * * * * * *
"Well," said Snape,
"you're punishment is unfortunately over, Miss Granger. However, I don't
appreciate-"
Hermione wasn't going to stay a moment
longer than necessary. She dashed out of the castle to Hagrid's and banged on
the cottage door.
" 'ello there Hermione, what's
new?" asked Hagrid.
"Where are Ron and Harry? Was I
right?" Hermione blurted out, ignoring Hagrid's innocent question.
"Ron an' 'arry? I haven't seen
'em today."
"OH MY GOSH! I WAS RIGHT! I WISH
I HADN'T BEEN RIGHT! VOLDEMORT GOT THEM!!!" gasped Hermione, running out
of the cottage looking for them.
"You-Know-Who? What? Right about
what?" Hagrid ran after Hermione quite confused.
* * * * * * *
"Lemon Drop! Chocolate
Frog!"
"Bertie Bott's every flavored
Beans!"
The boys were still shouting sweets as
Madam Pomfrey walked by.
"No! Boys, good thing we have
that new dental program. Eating those sweets will just get your teeth rotten!
Now come to the hospital wing so I can check for cavities," said Madam
Pomfrey as she grabbed an arm from each boy and dragged them to the hospital
wing.
"But-"
"No 'buts'! You must have
your teeth checked!"
* * * * * * *
Harry and Ron ended up back in the Gryffindor common
room with only a new toothbrush and toothpaste. They decided to read the rest
of Chris' letter. However, before they did, Hermione came in sobbing. She
looked up and screeched, "You're alive!"
"I think we'd have noticed if we weren't!"
said Harry.
Hermione ran over to Ron and hugged him.
"Oh, thanks," said Harry.
"Oh," said Hermione,
"sorry." She hugged Harry also, relived to see them alive.
"What do you mean 'you're
alive'?" asked Ron.
"Well, when you didn't go to
Hagrid's, I thought You-Know-Who got you guys."
"Oh, we went to Hagrid's, but he
wasn't there," clarified Harry. "We were just about to read the rest
of the letter from Chris."
Hermione sat down next to them so she
could see the letter. They re-read the letter from the beginning just to make
sure they understood it correctly.
Dear Harry Potter,
Please
read this alone. This may sound weird, but I'm your brother. I was seven when
Voldemort killed our parents. I know this is hard to believe, but if I can meet
you sometime, I'll explain the whole thing.
From
Chris Potter Gardener
Hermione, not wanting to get in
another fight with Ron and Harry, yet still wanting to be on the safe side,
said, "Maybe we should ask Sirius before we reply."
"Well, okay," said Harry.
"But we have to do it tonight."
"You mean sneak out?" asked
Ron, a little scared. He quickly added, "Not that I mind," to cover
up his fear.
"It's the only way to find out
tonight," reasoned Harry.
All three agreed to go at midnight with
burning curiosity in their hearts.
(A/N: Please review!)