Living a Lie
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Dis: Ok, I don't own Harry Potter, the legend JK does! ^_^
A/N: Sorry it's taken a little while to update! I had to go into town, buy new shoes and Christmas presents...And then I had to go in on another day, just to reserve tickets to Harry Potter! Well besides that...I've really been doign nothing, but anyway, here's the next chapter, and no, Amelia isn't something that rhymes with twister, to Harry and, since I beleive that Nacrissa is a sister to Lily and Petunia (Nacrissa means 'flower', so think about it!), she's also related to Draco. Which, I think, this is getting pretty obvious, and I'm sorry about basing the first couple of chapters on Amelia, but it'll soon flatten out to Harry and...I'm not saying, being the main characters. Oh my God! I think that's one of the longest author notes I've ever written! xX
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"He's my...Brother." Amelia answered quickly before Hermione could say anything more. "Well...I suppose I better get ready for the next lesson. I'll see you around."
"See you, Proffessor." Hermione answered, a little pale, before walking back over to Harry and Ron.
"Well?" Harry asked impatiently, kicking Hermione's book bag from his foot.
"Snape's her father, didn't I tell you so?"
"Oi...Here we go again with the 'I-know-I'm-right-about-everything' attitude." Ron groaned, rolling his eyes.
"And you're the one to talk?" Hermione snapped, picking up her book bag.
"Whatever..."
"So what class do we have next?" Harry asked Ron as they strolled down an almost empty corridor, Hermione no longer tagging behind them. "I don't know...Wait...Divination..." Ron replied, looking at his timetable with a sour frown.
"Great...Well I guess the good thing is about it, we get to peek down Lavender's shirt when she's trying to look into the old bat's crystal ball."
"I know what you're saying, there's nothing else better to bloody do there..."
"Too true...I'm giving up Divination next year...I don't why I even took it up in the first place..."
"Well...Didn't you just poke your wand at the list like most of us did?"
"Oh yeah, I guess you've got a point..."
"Welcome back, my dear students." Just hearing Proffessor Trelawney's airy voice made Ron and Harry want to fall asleep. "Today we'll be revising palm reading..." She said calmly, walking over to Harry, making Harry hold out his hand automatically. "My dear boy..."
"I know, I know. I have the shortest life line you've ever seen." Harry finished, sighing, as Ron tried hard not to laugh.
"I'm afraid you have a lot to learn about palm reading, my dear. It appears that something from your past, will resurface today..." Trelawney whispered dramatically before letting go of Harry's hand.
"Right..." Harry muttered silently under his breath.
"Do you think she was right?" Ron asked as the pair headed toward the Great Hall for lunch.
"Nope, I doubt it. Even though it WAS different from the life line scene. You know what? If the things she's said about me were true, I'd be a living miracle..."
"Well...Yeah, when you put it that way..."
"See my point? She's a complete fake! Maybe she's had a few true predictions...But sheesh..."
"But she's predicted stuff before and..."
"Ron, don't you dare start on the omens again..."
"So how was Divination?" Hermione asked with a small smirk.
"I think you can answer that for yourself." Ron muttered, shaking his head. "Well, Harry isn't headed for death today."
"It's true, I'm not." Harry smiled and laughed a bit.
"What?"
"She thinks that something from my past will resurface today. As if that'd be true."
"Yeah, she's nothing but a fraud and a dolt, that's why I gave it up."
"And when did you figure that out?"
"My first lesson."
"Hey, where's everyone?" Ron asked as the trio walked into the Great Hall, which was almost empty except for a few lingering students. "Remember, that thing's on instead of Quidditch. I should know." Harry muttered, shaking his head as they walked over to the door. "Trust you to know." Ron laughed as they stepped out into the sunshine. Walking over to the Quidditch pitch, they all paused, before making their way through the crowd. "What's going on?" Harry asked, staring at the large, blue fire. Hermione looked a little white. "What is it, Hermione?" Ron asked, looking at her funnily.
"Someone from the dead's about to be risen." Hermione whispered. "I've only ever read about these ceremonies before..."
"Hang on, Harry! Something from your past will resurface...Remember?!" Ron asked, suddenly excited.
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Sorry if it was rushed a bit, but um...It's kind of midnight here...Well night! ^_^
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Dis: Ok, I don't own Harry Potter, the legend JK does! ^_^
A/N: Sorry it's taken a little while to update! I had to go into town, buy new shoes and Christmas presents...And then I had to go in on another day, just to reserve tickets to Harry Potter! Well besides that...I've really been doign nothing, but anyway, here's the next chapter, and no, Amelia isn't something that rhymes with twister, to Harry and, since I beleive that Nacrissa is a sister to Lily and Petunia (Nacrissa means 'flower', so think about it!), she's also related to Draco. Which, I think, this is getting pretty obvious, and I'm sorry about basing the first couple of chapters on Amelia, but it'll soon flatten out to Harry and...I'm not saying, being the main characters. Oh my God! I think that's one of the longest author notes I've ever written! xX
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"He's my...Brother." Amelia answered quickly before Hermione could say anything more. "Well...I suppose I better get ready for the next lesson. I'll see you around."
"See you, Proffessor." Hermione answered, a little pale, before walking back over to Harry and Ron.
"Well?" Harry asked impatiently, kicking Hermione's book bag from his foot.
"Snape's her father, didn't I tell you so?"
"Oi...Here we go again with the 'I-know-I'm-right-about-everything' attitude." Ron groaned, rolling his eyes.
"And you're the one to talk?" Hermione snapped, picking up her book bag.
"Whatever..."
"So what class do we have next?" Harry asked Ron as they strolled down an almost empty corridor, Hermione no longer tagging behind them. "I don't know...Wait...Divination..." Ron replied, looking at his timetable with a sour frown.
"Great...Well I guess the good thing is about it, we get to peek down Lavender's shirt when she's trying to look into the old bat's crystal ball."
"I know what you're saying, there's nothing else better to bloody do there..."
"Too true...I'm giving up Divination next year...I don't why I even took it up in the first place..."
"Well...Didn't you just poke your wand at the list like most of us did?"
"Oh yeah, I guess you've got a point..."
"Welcome back, my dear students." Just hearing Proffessor Trelawney's airy voice made Ron and Harry want to fall asleep. "Today we'll be revising palm reading..." She said calmly, walking over to Harry, making Harry hold out his hand automatically. "My dear boy..."
"I know, I know. I have the shortest life line you've ever seen." Harry finished, sighing, as Ron tried hard not to laugh.
"I'm afraid you have a lot to learn about palm reading, my dear. It appears that something from your past, will resurface today..." Trelawney whispered dramatically before letting go of Harry's hand.
"Right..." Harry muttered silently under his breath.
"Do you think she was right?" Ron asked as the pair headed toward the Great Hall for lunch.
"Nope, I doubt it. Even though it WAS different from the life line scene. You know what? If the things she's said about me were true, I'd be a living miracle..."
"Well...Yeah, when you put it that way..."
"See my point? She's a complete fake! Maybe she's had a few true predictions...But sheesh..."
"But she's predicted stuff before and..."
"Ron, don't you dare start on the omens again..."
"So how was Divination?" Hermione asked with a small smirk.
"I think you can answer that for yourself." Ron muttered, shaking his head. "Well, Harry isn't headed for death today."
"It's true, I'm not." Harry smiled and laughed a bit.
"What?"
"She thinks that something from my past will resurface today. As if that'd be true."
"Yeah, she's nothing but a fraud and a dolt, that's why I gave it up."
"And when did you figure that out?"
"My first lesson."
"Hey, where's everyone?" Ron asked as the trio walked into the Great Hall, which was almost empty except for a few lingering students. "Remember, that thing's on instead of Quidditch. I should know." Harry muttered, shaking his head as they walked over to the door. "Trust you to know." Ron laughed as they stepped out into the sunshine. Walking over to the Quidditch pitch, they all paused, before making their way through the crowd. "What's going on?" Harry asked, staring at the large, blue fire. Hermione looked a little white. "What is it, Hermione?" Ron asked, looking at her funnily.
"Someone from the dead's about to be risen." Hermione whispered. "I've only ever read about these ceremonies before..."
"Hang on, Harry! Something from your past will resurface...Remember?!" Ron asked, suddenly excited.
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Sorry if it was rushed a bit, but um...It's kind of midnight here...Well night! ^_^