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Note to everyone: Alright! I really thought that this was my worst FanFiction ever but apparently not because I got so many reviews asking for more. Not a single flame! ***Smiles to herself*** Even if I wrote in chapter 1 that I would write more, I really wasn't planning on it. But you convinced me, so there you have it: chapter 3 of Harry Potter and the Cruel Joke. By the way, some of it may be lame because I had to think of other terrible things to happen to Harry. I love torturing Harry because it makes us fans love him and admire him even more!
Harry Potter and the Cruel Joke
Chapter 3/ Remembering
After Drake and Fawnna left, Evainnah went up to Harry and sat by his side. She studied all of his features and started crying. Why did she always fall in love with the cute heroic nonevil guys who weren't powerful enough to see her, and better yet-- love her?
A great tear fell on Harry's face and she put her hand up to wipe it off when somebody grabbed her hand. She gasped.
"Why are you crying?" the boy asked.
"Y-- you can se me?" she stuttered in between sobs.
"Why of course I can… why shouldn't I be able to?" Harry asked. "Where am I?"
"Er-- home?" Evainnah said.
"Hmm… what's your name?" Harry asked.
"Evainnah," she replied, still confused and crying.
"Please quit crying, Evainnah," Harry said. Evainnah, somehow stopped.
"How'd you do that?" she asked him wondrously.
"I have no clue…" he said.
Aww, she thought, he seems so confused. I bet all he wants to do right now is go home… but he can't remember his home, so now he will be tricked into believing that this dump was his home? She couldn't do it! No way, not with him as sad as her. He never did anything, so why did he always have to put up with misery… like me? She though miserably. I've got to tell him who he really is… I can't let Master go through with his plans.
"Er-- Harry-- I--" she started.
"Yes?" he asked sitting up now.
"N-never mind."
She couldn't do it now. She had to be selfish. She loved him already so much that she wanted to save him from the misery and trouble that he would get into, but yet, if he stayed and learned Dark Arts, then she would always be surrounded by somebody that she loved and who could actually see her. The longer he stayed, the longer she had to fool him into love, then she would be free of the curse! She knew how wrong and foolish she was being, but in all her life, she had never got a chance to be that way.
Suddenly, the door flung open. It was Voldemort. Evainnah stood up immediately and stood faraway in a corner, not disturbing him.
"Hello, Harry," Voldemort greeted him.
"Er-- hello," harry said. Harry looked even a bit frightened in his beautiful emerald green eyes. But, as Evainnah thought, who wouldn't be, even if they didn't know he was the man everybody in the wizarding world was scared of? Evainnah thought sadly how alike Harry was to the young Tom Riddle. And now, if Evainnah didn't do anything about it, Harry would grow up the same way and everybody would fear to speak his name also.
"I have been told that you lost a lot of your memory, so now I shall remind you," Voldemort said in his high icy voice. "First of all, I'd like to tell you that your name is Harry Potter. Second, my name is Lord Voldemort: Sorcerer of All Evil! Third of all, you are my son, the only person who can take over my throne, so I've got to get you to remember everything like it was before. You must be merciless, evil, and you cannot love anybody--" ** Evainnah flushes her only hopes down the toilet. Flush. Swoosh.*** "--got it? Training starts tomorrow." And Voldemort left.
Harry just stood there staring blankly. How can this be? Harry thought to himself. It didn't seem familiar, and he was too nice to be evil and merciless, and to go without loving? Impossible! Why, Harry thought, I think I'm falling in love right now.
He stared back at the bright shining sad eyes from across the room.
"I can't do this," he thought aloud. "I just can't. To be evil and merciless? To go without loving somebody? I just can't!"
*** Clung. Swoosh. Evainnah sticks her hand eagerly in the toilet and tries to grab for her hopes…
"But if he says so, then I must. Bye- bye, life, I hope I treated you good!" Harry moaned miserably.
… but fails. Her hopes are long gone with no more chances possible. ***
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