Harry Potter and the Evil Twin
Chapter 15: Returning to Reality
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When Hermione woke the following morning she rolled out of bed and walked over to her dresser. As she looked into her mirror, she noticed how much she had matured over the past year. Her once frizzy hair was now replaced with beautiful straight auburn hair. Hermione noticed that over the years had become quite attractive. Not pretty like Cho Chang who wore tons and tons of make-up, but a natural beauty. It suddenly bothered Hermione that her two best friends were boys and that she only had a couple girl friends. It then occurred to her that when some of the other fifth year girls were dating, she was studying in the library.
She pushed that thought away as she looked at the clock hanging over her mirror. Today was her first Physical Activities class and although Hermione wouldn't admit it out loud, she wasn't exactly looking forward to it. Hermione tried to take pride in all of her classes, but the idea of running till you drop didn't fit her ideas of fun. She would so much rather be in her room reading one of her text books. Hermione quickly got dressed and to much surprise, she took some of Lavender's lip liner and blush and started to put it on.
"Hermione, are you actually wearing make-up?" came Lavender's voice from behind her four poster bed.
"I was just trying it on," Hermione said throwing the makeup back in the box. "I was going to ask, but I didn't want to wake you up."
"Oh I don't care about that, but Hermione, you might want some tips." After what seemed like forever, Lavender had totally made over Hermione. "So, what do you think?"
"Wow Lavender," Hermione said looking in awe at the mirror. "It looks great."
"Well I've had experience," Lavender said grinning. "So, Hermione. Do you have a crush on Harry?"
"What? No! Me? Of course not. We're just friends," Hermione babbled on blushing bright red. There was a moments pause and then Hermione broke the silence. "Am I too obvious?"
"Just a bit," Lavender said. "You know who I like?"
"No, who?" said Hermione curiously wanting to catch up on her gossip.
"Well," Lavender teased grinning from ear to ear. "I like Ron." Hermione started cracking up. "I'm serious. Last year he was just like everyone else, but this year he's really cute. You just don't think that because you two are just like brothers and sisters." Hermione thought about this for a moment. Ron did look different, but she still didn't see him a "cute" way. Hermione shrugged of this thought and continued her morning routine. When she was finished, Hermione met up with Harry and Ron and walked down the hallway to the Great Hall for breakfast.
"So what's the schedule for today?" Ron said digging into his breakfast.
"We have Physical Activities with Professor Dunn first," Hermione explained buttering a piece of toast. She looked up at Harry and noticed him staring at her. She quickly glanced down and wondered about last night. Did he have feelings for her? Hermione wasn't quite sure. Harry could have any girl he wanted since he had become quite handsome over the years. Hermione didn't think he noticed, but the same group of girls was always following him around.
"What's with you two?" Ron asked noticing that the two were being quieter then usual. "Why are you so quiet today?"
"I'm just tired," Hermione lied.
"Yeah me too," Harry said yawning but Hermione could tell that was a fake yawn. After what seemed like forever, breakfast ended and the three made their way outside to the Physical Activities class. It was colder then usual, Hermione noticed and tightly buttoned up her jacket. She was dreading this more then ever since she noticed the Slytherins waiting outside on the field. She groaned, thinking of how they were all going to laugh when she messed up at the sport they were going to play.
"Why do we have to have this class with the Slytherins?" Hermione asked. Ron and Harry just groaned.
"Well at lease Malfoy isn't here to show off, right Herm?" Ron asked her.
"Um yeah," Hermione said her voice a bit higher then her normal tone.
"What's with you today?" He asked searching her eyes for an answer. "Your acting all…weird."
"Nothing is wrong!" Hermione yelled back at him and stomped away to join Lavender Brown and her gang of friends.
"Girls," both Harry and Ron muttered. At that moment they saw a figure emerge from the Hogwarts castle and make his way over to the field.
"Good morning students," said the man smiling at all the children. "If you don't know, my name is Professor Dunn and I'll be your Physical Activities Teacher. I attended Hogwarts when I was your age and then I became a Phys-Ed Teacher at a Muggle school in England. Just recently I heard that Albus Dumbledore was looking for a new teacher to teach a Physical Activities Class and that's why I'm here today," Professor Dunn finished. "Now since I am new, I don't know any of your names so why don't we do something that we did when I was teaching at the Muggle School. When I point to you, you stand up and say something about yourself." The class nodded. "Alright how about you," he said pointing at Harry.
"Ok," Harry said standing up. "My name is Harry Potter and I like to play Quidditch."
"Very good," said Professor Dunn. This activity continued until the whole class had gotten up and said something about themselves. "Now this year we're going to be learning some of the sports that the Muggles play like soccer-" There was a loud "Yes!" from Dean Thomas. "Basketball, football, and softball."
Hermione groaned. She was muggle-born, so before Hogwarts, she had attended a muggle school and had had bad experiences with sports. She was used to being picked last for everything. Hermione sighed. She could tell it was going to be a very long day indeed.
"Now students, today I'm going to teach you how to play soccer, since it's the closest thing to Quidditch."
"I love soccer," Dean Thomas said happily to Harry and Ron.
"No, really Dean?" Ron asked sarcastically. "Thought you hated it." Dean pretended to hit Ron in the chest. "I'm serious. You guys will love it."
"I think I'd rather stay with Quidditch," Harry replied.
"Okay, let me see a raise of hands of those that have played soccer before," Professor Dunn continued. Half the class raised their hands. "Very good. Now soccer is a sport played with 22 people on the field at a time. There are 11 players on one team, and 11 players on the other team. Since we have a shorter number of students, the number of players for us will be smaller. Now the object of soccer is to score goals in the other teams net." Professor Dunn took out a piece of parchment and whispered a spell. Lines started to appear on the parchment and then little dots started to move all around. "These are the goals," he said pointing to the nets at either end of the field. "Are you following me?" The class nodded. "Soccer is really just like Quidditch except you don't play in the air and instead of throwing the ball, you dribble it with you feet. So today we are going to work on dribbling and passing. I want you all to get in groups." After everyone was in a group, Professor Dunn picked up one of the black and white soccer balls he had in his bag. "To pass a soccer ball, you use the inside of your foot. You point your foot in the direction of where you want to go and then sweep right through it." He demonstrated to the class. "Now I want you all to try." As the groups all started passing, Professor Dunn made his way around to each group instructing them. "What's your name?" Professor Dunn asked when he got around to Hermione and her group. On great, Hermione though. My first day and I'm already messing up.
"Hermione Granger," she said reluctantly.
"Well Hermione, you're doing very good. Have you ever played before?" Hermione was shocked. She had never been given a complement at sports.
"Well just a little when we used to play it back at my old school," she replied still in shock.
"Well, keep up the good work. Who knows, you could be the next Mia Hamm," Professor Duun said jokingly.
"Who?" Hermione asked confused.
"You've never heard of Mia Mamm?" Hermione shook her head. "She's an excellent soccer player from the United States."
"Oh," Hermione replied as Professor Dunn walked off to another group. She was very surprised. Maybe she had found something else she was good at. She smiled to herself as she returned her thoughts to her group.
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"Mr. Malfoy," came Madam Pomfry's voice as she walked over to him. "How are we feeling today?" Draco sat up. Surprisingly he wasn't feeling any pain. Today he was feeling much better. "If you're okay with it, Professor Dumbledore said that it was okay for you to return back to the Slytherin house."
Thank god, Draco thought. Finally, I can get out of this goddamn bed. Draco sighed. He wasn't feeling any pain and his cuts and bruises were pretty much healed, but his mind was still fuzzy. Two weeks had passed since he had been first put into the hospital, and every night Draco knew he had gone out, but he couldn't remember where or why for that matter. He knew that something had to be controlling him, but Draco couldn't think of who. At first, he had suspected his father. But over the years, Draco had learned to over power his fathers curse. This time, it was stronger and he couldn't resist no matter how many times he had tried.
"I'm feeling much better," Draco replied returning back to reality. "I'm fine to go back to the Slytherin house." Draco pushed back the white sheets and was about to take a step onto the floor when Madam Pomfry stopped him.
"Hold on a minute Mr. Malfoy," Madam Pomfry said returning to the closet. "Have you ever used crutches?"
"Crutches?" Draco asked confused.
"Yes, crutches. Since I can not cure you with magic, you'll just have to heal the old fashioned way. And since you have a broken leg. You'll need this crutches to assist you with walking," Madam Pomfry explained holding the crutches out for Draco to take. "And since you've missed two weeks of class." Draco groaned out loud. He knew this was coming. "What did you think you were going to get out of this easily Draco? You'll be needing someone to help you catch up in all of your classes. Hermione, you can come in now."
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"Wormtail," said Lord Voldemort in an icy tone. "Have you located the whereabouts of William yet?" Wormtail shifted his weight awkwardly from foot to foot. He looked more nervous and paler then usual.
"Well master," Wormtail said nervously. "We've been having a little trouble trying to find William. Whenever we use a tracking spell, he won't show up on our map."
"And why not?" Voldemort asked getting agitated. "Why is it that whenever I give you a task to do you always mess it up?" Wormtail started to sweat. He was getting more nervous by the second. Anything could happen when Voldemort got angry.
"I'll try harder my master," Wormtail stuttered bracing himself for the worst.
"You better try much harder!" Voldemort yelled at a trembling Wormtail. "Wormtail," he continued calming down a little. "You have failed me too many times. I think it is time I replaced you with someone else. Please send Lucius Malfoy up here in your place.
"No please master," Wormtail pleaded. "I will try harder."
"Crucio!" Voldmeort screamed and Wormtail fell to the floor wriggling with pain. "How many times have I told you not to argue with me, Wormtail. It's unfortunate that you must learn the hard way." Voldmeort smiled his evil grin. "I have no use for you now. Lucius will serve me better then you could ever. Plus, he has ties to his son. And I think young Draco will serve an important part in the next generation of Lord Voldmeort."
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"Draco, what magical herd us the key to preventing Chicken Pox?" Hermione asked impatiently.
"I don't know Hermione. Do I look like a human dictionary to you?" Draco answered sarcastically. Draco scolded himself. There was Hermione Granger, one of the prettiest girls in the school, and the one Draco Malfoy had a major crush on, and he went on picking on her.
"Draco, you're not helping," Hermione asked him giving him a stern glare.
"You know you look an awful like McGonagall when you do that," Draco replied. "But I mean that in a good way." God Draco, he thought. What's your problem? Use the old Malfoy charm. It'll really get her. But Hermione found his statement amusing.
"Oh really?" she said dropping the books for a moment. "How is looking like McGonagall a good thing?" Hermione resented saying this. Professor McGonagall was, after all, her favorite teacher.
"Well you know I've always fancied McGonagall with her pointy nose, the tight bun she always keeps her hair in, and her out dated spectacles," Draco said exaggerating every word. " But it really turns me on when she gives out detention slips, especially when they're for me." Hermione snorted.
"So giving out detention slips turns you on, huh Draco?" Hermione asked in the same exaggerated tone.
"Oh yes," Draco said lowering his voice. It just made her crack up more. "I would just die to see McGonagall wearing a bathing suit, or a thong. How about leather pants?" This was too much for Hermione. She was on the floor hysterically laughing clutching her stomach, trying desperately to breathe. Draco found himself laughing to. Just picturing McGonagall in leather pants was too much for him. But the thought of Hermione in tight leather pants was more welcoming.
"You know it's funny Draco," Hermione said once she had control again. "I would have never imagined you'd be the one to make me laugh."
"Me neither," Draco replied. Thinking it was now or never, he decided to make a go at Hermione. "Is that a good thing?"
"Yes, even Harry doesn't make me laugh this hard," Hermione answered. To her surprise, Draco looked happy at her statement. "I guessed I judged you wrong Draco, and I'm sorry for that I didn't bother to know you sooner."
"Don't be sorry. It was my devastatingly good looks that brought you to your senses." Hermione laughed again.
"Well one thing hasn't changed. "You still have tons of that family pride in you."
"What can I say, I'm a Malfoy."
"Oh yes, I forgot about that," Hermione replied her smile disappearing.
"But just because I'm a Mafoy, it doesn't mean that I can't change and loose the whole family pride, obnoxious act," Draco said in a desperate sort of voice.
"And the sarcasm," Hermione added.
"And the sarcasm," Draco repeated.
"And the I'm better then everyone else act," Hermione said.
"Okay that too," Draco replied thinking he was going to have to become a total different person to please Hermione.
"And the-" Hermione started to say but was interrupted by Draco.
"Okay I get your point. I'll change," Draco sighed.
"Well I'd like that very much," Hermione added giving him a little smile.
"Me too,"
"What else would you like?' Hermione asked curiously not knowing what she was getting herself into.
"How about a detention slip," He added hoping she would know what he meant. Hermione got the drift and leaned forward giving Draco a kiss. Unlike Hermione, Draco was more experienced in this field and was the better kisser. Hermione melted into his embrace, as Draco pulled her closer to him. The kiss lasted for a long time and the two finally broke, Draco had a smile on his face.
"Oh so you liked that detention slip, huh?
"Very much what bout you? Draco asked curiously.
"I liked it a lot. In fact, I think I would like some more," Hermione replied and leaned forward for more.
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Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his desk, sorting through some paperwork when an owl burst through the window, dropping a parchment on his desk. Dumbledore watched curiously as the owl flew back out the window, leaving without a trace. The owl itself was very starnge. Before he had never seen and owl with such strange markings before. It was almost, inhuman. Returning back into focus, Dumbledore looked down at the parchment and opened it up. Inside he found a letter.
Dear Albus Dumbledore,
I bet you never thought that you'd hear from me, huh? I suppose no one would have thought that either, since I was supposedly dead all these years. But then again, that would have been so much easier for you and all the so-called wizards down at the Ministry. Of course you can thank Lord Voldemort for saving my life. You see, he took me in and raised me as his son. And as you probably already assumed, the dark arts books were my bible. But Voldemort couldn't really handle the father position, and ended up locking me in his basement. Too bad, he should have known better. Voldemort's basement was filled with all sorts of dark arts books and you wouldn't believe the spells they held. Spells so bad that I bet Voldemort wouldn't even try to do. Unfortunately for Voldemort, I'm a quick learner and from doing the dark art spells, I gained power and strength. It's amazing what spells you can do when you have anger build inside of you. Being locked in a basement was tough, but when you want revenge as badly as I do, you find the strength to survive. I became powerful, powerfully enough so that I was able to escape from the Dark Lord and make it on my own.
So let me get to my point. Perhaps we can do a little trading. There is something that I want. Something, that I really need. If you haven't guessed already, I'll be more then happy to tell you. I want Harry Potter. If you can give me Harry Potter, then I'll give something to you. Haven't you always anted Voldemort locked up in Azkaban where he deserves to be? Don't you want him to suffer like the rest of us have? You know he deserves it and he will get it, if you help me. So think about my offer. Believe me. You're getting the better deal on this. Sincerely,
William Potter
Dumbledore angrily banged his fists against the table. His fear had come true. William Potter was alive and powerful for that matter. And if something weren't done about it, William would fulfill his destiny. He would become the most powerful dark wizard there ever was.
The End (until the next chapter)
Ha! I finally got it out. Boy, what a way to end it, huh? Well Hermione, what have you gotten yourself into? First kissing Harry and now Draco. There's going to be some heartbreaking later on. Hermione, Hermione, Hermione. What have I told you about dating two boys at a time? And especially Draco and Harry. So this one will be up to the viewers. Who should Hermione go with? Harry or Draco? I'll let you guys decide even though I'm more of a Hr/D fan myself. Any way, we heard a little more from William Potter. What do you think is going to happen? We will hear some more from Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy in the next chapters and their plan will be revealed. Maybe some Sirius and Lupin later? You'll also hear more from William Potter and there might be an international war between the dark side and the light side. Poor Draco. Both of the evil dark wizards are preparing to use him in their devastatingly evil plots! Ohh, poor Drakie. Ok how did you like the little part about McGonagll and the bathing suit/thong/leather pants? I thought that I would add a little humor to the series. Well it wasn't the funniest thing ever but hey, I tried. If you got any funny lines and would like me to put them in, please tell me. I hope I didn't bore you with that soccer part. Can you tell that I play soccer? Well I do. That's all for now, please review.
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