Author's Notes:
I would like to thank all those who read and/or reviewed my story, 'Secrets Untold', and/or any of my other pieces of work...
THANK YOU!
Also I know that Cedric dies when Harry's in his fourth year, and I had Cedric dead by Harry's second year. I'm sorry to all that are (huge) Cedric Diggory fans...really I'm truly sorry. But I just wanted everyone to know that 'Secrets Untold' and 'Secrets Are Never To Be Spoken' are NOT based around how JK Rowling's books are based time. I based them on what I wanted them to be based around...sorry, if it confuses anyone, just remember this is based around how I want everything to happen.
ALSO...I was asked how Oliver had been revived in my last story, I'm sorry if I didn't make it clear how that happened, I thought it made sense in my mind (but I AM the one writing the story, so most everything is mapped out in my mind.)
If you remember correctly, Oliver heart rate dropped, and when Chanse grabbed his hand, it went back up. Well Chanse figures out the last part of the reviving spell (which is tears), and then when she is allowed only five minutes to say goodbye to Oliver she soaks his shirt in tears, and that revives him.
Then as you know he gets revived then he...well I'm not going to say because maybe some people who haven't read 'Secrets Untold' are reading this first, which is fine they can do that, but I suggest (seriously suggested) that they read 'Secrets Untold'. For the majority of it you can understand what going on, but it's better to read the first story to be able to totally understand everything.
Ok on with the story (prequel to the sequel to 'Secrets Untold')...
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The majority of summer was gone, and Harry had been living with Chanse for two months now...
Through those two months, Harry grew taller, and he had gotten a little muscle on his arms, and legs now. His hair was still long and shaggy, and draped in on the top of his forehead.
Chanse had changed a lot from how she used to look...she had grown a tad taller, and a little skinnier, and she had changed her hair. She had cast a spell on her hair for it to grow, and it had gone from jaw-length to just a little past her shoulder blades.
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Harry turned around to Chanse, but she wasn't there, "Chanse?" He walked back outside and onto the hard wood porch. He walked to the side of the house and saw Chanse.
"Come on Nora" She yelled as she hit a bludger, and watch the giant Chinese Fireball dragon chase after it.
"Hey Harry," Chanse ran over to the porch where Harry was standing, "I didn't see you there."
Chanse walked with Harry closer to Nora, who began to snort and bare her teeth, "Um, Chanse?" Harry said nervously as he stopped walking.
"Yeah, Harry?" Chanse asked, as she turned around to Harry, "What's wrong?"
"I don't think she's gotten used to me?"
Chanse turned around and saw Nora snorting and baring her teeth, "NORA!" Chanse yelled as she walked to the giant dragon, "Stop that."
Nora quickly laid down on the ground and looked up at Chanse with fear in her giant baby blue dragon eyes, "Harry is part of our family...and you have to except that!" Chanse hissed at Nora.
"Ok Harry I think you can come over now." Chanse turned around to Harry and laughed.
Harry carefully, and slowly, walked closer and closer to Nora, "Harry you might want to stick your hand out and let her smell you, just to show that you're no danger." Chanse smirked.
"Are you crazy?!" Harry yelled, as he stopped walking, "What happens if she bites off my hand? Or my head, for that matter?"
"Harry stop acting like Ron, and stick out your damn hand!" Chanse huffed.
Harry walked a couple of more feet, and stood in front of the giant red dragon, and he stuck out his shaking hand in front of Nora's nose.
Chanse cautiously watched as Nora sniffed Harry's hand over and over again. Finally Nora push the top of her head underneath Harry's hand, and moved her head from side to side, "What's she doing?" Harry whispered to Chanse.
"She trusts you now," Chanse smiled, "She wants you to pet her."
Harry looked back Nora, and he carefully curled his fingers, and began softly scratching the top of Nora's red scaly head. Harry began to laugh with excitement, as he continued scratching Nora's head.
"Chanse, Harry?" A voice yelled from the house.
"We're outside." Chanse yelled back.
A few minutes later, Hagrid came walking outside, on the porch, "Your mom wanted me to tell you that it's time for dinner." Hagrid smiled at the kids, "I see that Nora likes you now, Harry."
"I guess so." Harry smiled.
"Well you to better not be late for dinner, because your mom told me to tell you two that she has a surprise for the two of you." Hagrid smirked, as he turned around and walked inside the house.
Harry stopped petting Nora, and looked at Chanse, who looked back at Harry, "I'll race you?" Harry smirked.
"You're on." Chanse smirked.
"On your marks," Chanse and Harry got in their running positions, "get set," they crouched down to the ground, "GO!" Harry screamed.
The two of them took off running as fast as their legs would take them. They jumped over logs in the yard, and ran up the entrance stairs, through the front door, and into the kitchen.
"I WIN!" Harry shouted.
"No fair!" Chanse whined, as she grabbed two water bottles from the refrigerator, "You're a Seeker, and I'm a Keeper." Chanse whined, even more, as she handed Harry a water bottle.
"So?" Harry smirked, as he began to drink his water.
"You're supposed to move faster then me."
They two of them began to laughed, and drink their water, when Chanse's mom walked in the kitchen, "Your guys are red in the face. What have you been doing?"
"We raced each other back to the house." Chanse huffed.
"And I won." Harry said very proudly.
"Only because you're a damn Seeker." Chanse smirked, as she shoved Harry, lightly.
"You're supposed to move fast too." Harry snickered, as he shoved Chanse back.
"Yeah, but not as fast as a fucking Seeker." She started to shove Harry back.
"Children," Heather said with surprise in her voice, "stop acting like little kids."
"Yes, mother." Chanse sulked. Then Chanse stuck her tongue out at Harry, and he did the same.
"If you two keep acting like that, I'm not going to tell you your surprise." Heather snapped.
Quickly, both Harry and Chanse shut up, and looked up at Heather, "What is it Mrs. Jackson?" Harry said with excitement.
"Oh please, Harry...Don't call me Mrs. Jackson," Heather laughed, "Call me either Heather or mom...but you don't have to call me mom. I understand I'm not your mom and all, but I just was thinking since..."
Harry cut Heather off, "Ok mom, I get it" he laughed.
Heather looked down at her hand, which was clutching onto a small envelope. "So what's the surprise mom?" Chanse asked eagerly.
"Well," Heather smiled, as she sat down at the kitchen table, and laid the envelope and her hand down on the table top, "Your father and I decided, since you don't get to see your old friends as much as you used to...that we would..."
"You guys didn't?" Chanse whispered, with a smile grew across her face.
"If you mean bought, you, Harry, and ourselves plane tickets back to Maui? Then we did."
Chanse jumped up from the table, and began jumping up and down, and screaming with excitement, "Thank you, thank you, thank you mommy," She jumped in her mom's arms, "Thank you."
"I'm confused." Harry laughed, as he scratched his head.
"Ok," Chanse collected herself, and pulled a chair up next to Harry, and sat down, "Before I found out I was a witch, I lived in Maui, Hawaii. But then I found out I was a witch, and I moved to England...understand now?"
"Yeah," Harry shrugged, "I guess."
Chanse turned back around to her mom, "When do we leave?"
"In three days."
"For how long? When do we get in? When do we..."
"Calm down honey. You don't want to put yourself in the hospital, for hyperventilation." Heather laughed. "We're there for two weeks. We get in about nine o'clock in the morning, in Maui time, that is," Heather laughed again.
"What time in the morning do we leave?" Harry shrugged.
Heather walked over to the cabinet, an pulled out two bowls, "We have to be at the airport at three in the morning," she walked over to stove and poured bouillabaisse into the bowls, and walked back over to the table, and set the bowls in front of Chanse and Harry. She sat down across from them, and watched them started to eat, "and it will take us about three days to get there."
"Ok," Chanse mumbled with a mouth full of bouillabaisse, "Thank you again mommy." Chanse smiled as she ate another bite of her stew.
"Chanse don't eat with your mouth open." Heather hissed.
Chanse swallowed a bite, quickly, "Sorry."
"You two better go to bed, after you put your dishes away, because all tomorrow we're packing and things like that, because the morning after tomorrow we leave." Heather smiled.
She got up and left the two kids, to eat their bouillabaisse, and talk about their up coming trip.
"So what's Maui like?" Harry asked, as he shoveled some more bouillabaisse in his mouth.
"Well," Chanse laid her spoon, back down in the empty bowl, "It's full of beautiful waters, and..." Chanse thought some more, as she stood up and took hers and Harry's bowl to the sink and washed them off and put them in the dishwasher, "it's really hard to describe...you have to see it for yourself." Chanse laughed.
"Well you didn't stop talking about it, when you first came to Hogwarts, so I guess it's beyond words." Harry laughed as he followed Chanse out of the kitchen and up to her room.
"You have to idea, Harry." Chanse gasped, "Its breathtaking just thinking about it."
They walked into Chanse's room, and Chanse sat down on her bed, "Chanse I'm going down to my room now, night."
"Um...Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Well see mom and dad decided they were going to paint the guess room." Chanse sighed.
"But where am I to sleep, then?"
"In here." Chanse pointed in her room.
"There's only one bed in here."
"I know."
"Where am I supposed to sleep?"
"In my bed."
"Where are you going to sleep?"
"In my bed."
"I'm confused."
"It's either my room or sleeping with paint fumes."
"Your room," Harry laughed, "but what about sleeping on the floor?"
"The linen boxes are in a room being painted in"
Harry looked down at the floor, a little worried, "Harry, what's the problem?" Chanse smirked, "we're brother and sister. I mean if it was like we never knew we're brother and sister I would understand. But we know we are, so I don't see the problem." Chanse smirked, as she walked in her closet.
A few minutes later Chanse walked out of her closet, in her pajamas, and saw that Harry was sitting on her bed, looking at the floor, in a complete daze, "Harry you ok?" Chanse asked as she walked over and sat down next to Harry.
"Chanse..." Harry whispered, as his voice trailed off.
"Yeah?"
Harry looked up at Chanse, with tear-filled eyes, "What's wrong Harry? You're scaring me." Harry threw his arms around Chanse's neck, and squeezed her tightly.
"I love you." Harry whispered in Chanse's ear.
"I love you too Harry," Chanse laughed, "but where did that come from?"
"It just hit me that I have a REAL relative. That I have a REAL family," Harry forced back his tears, and looked deep into Chanse's eyes, "that I have a REAL sister." Harry gasped as he pulled Chanse closer to him, and squeezed tightly around her.
Chanse softly wrapped her arms around Harry's body, and squeezed him tightly too, "Never leave me Chanse." Harry whispered.
"Never." Chanse whispered to him, and closed her eyes, and rocked him back and forth.
I would like to thank all those who read and/or reviewed my story, 'Secrets Untold', and/or any of my other pieces of work...
THANK YOU!
Also I know that Cedric dies when Harry's in his fourth year, and I had Cedric dead by Harry's second year. I'm sorry to all that are (huge) Cedric Diggory fans...really I'm truly sorry. But I just wanted everyone to know that 'Secrets Untold' and 'Secrets Are Never To Be Spoken' are NOT based around how JK Rowling's books are based time. I based them on what I wanted them to be based around...sorry, if it confuses anyone, just remember this is based around how I want everything to happen.
ALSO...I was asked how Oliver had been revived in my last story, I'm sorry if I didn't make it clear how that happened, I thought it made sense in my mind (but I AM the one writing the story, so most everything is mapped out in my mind.)
If you remember correctly, Oliver heart rate dropped, and when Chanse grabbed his hand, it went back up. Well Chanse figures out the last part of the reviving spell (which is tears), and then when she is allowed only five minutes to say goodbye to Oliver she soaks his shirt in tears, and that revives him.
Then as you know he gets revived then he...well I'm not going to say because maybe some people who haven't read 'Secrets Untold' are reading this first, which is fine they can do that, but I suggest (seriously suggested) that they read 'Secrets Untold'. For the majority of it you can understand what going on, but it's better to read the first story to be able to totally understand everything.
Ok on with the story (prequel to the sequel to 'Secrets Untold')...
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The majority of summer was gone, and Harry had been living with Chanse for two months now...
Through those two months, Harry grew taller, and he had gotten a little muscle on his arms, and legs now. His hair was still long and shaggy, and draped in on the top of his forehead.
Chanse had changed a lot from how she used to look...she had grown a tad taller, and a little skinnier, and she had changed her hair. She had cast a spell on her hair for it to grow, and it had gone from jaw-length to just a little past her shoulder blades.
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Harry turned around to Chanse, but she wasn't there, "Chanse?" He walked back outside and onto the hard wood porch. He walked to the side of the house and saw Chanse.
"Come on Nora" She yelled as she hit a bludger, and watch the giant Chinese Fireball dragon chase after it.
"Hey Harry," Chanse ran over to the porch where Harry was standing, "I didn't see you there."
Chanse walked with Harry closer to Nora, who began to snort and bare her teeth, "Um, Chanse?" Harry said nervously as he stopped walking.
"Yeah, Harry?" Chanse asked, as she turned around to Harry, "What's wrong?"
"I don't think she's gotten used to me?"
Chanse turned around and saw Nora snorting and baring her teeth, "NORA!" Chanse yelled as she walked to the giant dragon, "Stop that."
Nora quickly laid down on the ground and looked up at Chanse with fear in her giant baby blue dragon eyes, "Harry is part of our family...and you have to except that!" Chanse hissed at Nora.
"Ok Harry I think you can come over now." Chanse turned around to Harry and laughed.
Harry carefully, and slowly, walked closer and closer to Nora, "Harry you might want to stick your hand out and let her smell you, just to show that you're no danger." Chanse smirked.
"Are you crazy?!" Harry yelled, as he stopped walking, "What happens if she bites off my hand? Or my head, for that matter?"
"Harry stop acting like Ron, and stick out your damn hand!" Chanse huffed.
Harry walked a couple of more feet, and stood in front of the giant red dragon, and he stuck out his shaking hand in front of Nora's nose.
Chanse cautiously watched as Nora sniffed Harry's hand over and over again. Finally Nora push the top of her head underneath Harry's hand, and moved her head from side to side, "What's she doing?" Harry whispered to Chanse.
"She trusts you now," Chanse smiled, "She wants you to pet her."
Harry looked back Nora, and he carefully curled his fingers, and began softly scratching the top of Nora's red scaly head. Harry began to laugh with excitement, as he continued scratching Nora's head.
"Chanse, Harry?" A voice yelled from the house.
"We're outside." Chanse yelled back.
A few minutes later, Hagrid came walking outside, on the porch, "Your mom wanted me to tell you that it's time for dinner." Hagrid smiled at the kids, "I see that Nora likes you now, Harry."
"I guess so." Harry smiled.
"Well you to better not be late for dinner, because your mom told me to tell you two that she has a surprise for the two of you." Hagrid smirked, as he turned around and walked inside the house.
Harry stopped petting Nora, and looked at Chanse, who looked back at Harry, "I'll race you?" Harry smirked.
"You're on." Chanse smirked.
"On your marks," Chanse and Harry got in their running positions, "get set," they crouched down to the ground, "GO!" Harry screamed.
The two of them took off running as fast as their legs would take them. They jumped over logs in the yard, and ran up the entrance stairs, through the front door, and into the kitchen.
"I WIN!" Harry shouted.
"No fair!" Chanse whined, as she grabbed two water bottles from the refrigerator, "You're a Seeker, and I'm a Keeper." Chanse whined, even more, as she handed Harry a water bottle.
"So?" Harry smirked, as he began to drink his water.
"You're supposed to move faster then me."
They two of them began to laughed, and drink their water, when Chanse's mom walked in the kitchen, "Your guys are red in the face. What have you been doing?"
"We raced each other back to the house." Chanse huffed.
"And I won." Harry said very proudly.
"Only because you're a damn Seeker." Chanse smirked, as she shoved Harry, lightly.
"You're supposed to move fast too." Harry snickered, as he shoved Chanse back.
"Yeah, but not as fast as a fucking Seeker." She started to shove Harry back.
"Children," Heather said with surprise in her voice, "stop acting like little kids."
"Yes, mother." Chanse sulked. Then Chanse stuck her tongue out at Harry, and he did the same.
"If you two keep acting like that, I'm not going to tell you your surprise." Heather snapped.
Quickly, both Harry and Chanse shut up, and looked up at Heather, "What is it Mrs. Jackson?" Harry said with excitement.
"Oh please, Harry...Don't call me Mrs. Jackson," Heather laughed, "Call me either Heather or mom...but you don't have to call me mom. I understand I'm not your mom and all, but I just was thinking since..."
Harry cut Heather off, "Ok mom, I get it" he laughed.
Heather looked down at her hand, which was clutching onto a small envelope. "So what's the surprise mom?" Chanse asked eagerly.
"Well," Heather smiled, as she sat down at the kitchen table, and laid the envelope and her hand down on the table top, "Your father and I decided, since you don't get to see your old friends as much as you used to...that we would..."
"You guys didn't?" Chanse whispered, with a smile grew across her face.
"If you mean bought, you, Harry, and ourselves plane tickets back to Maui? Then we did."
Chanse jumped up from the table, and began jumping up and down, and screaming with excitement, "Thank you, thank you, thank you mommy," She jumped in her mom's arms, "Thank you."
"I'm confused." Harry laughed, as he scratched his head.
"Ok," Chanse collected herself, and pulled a chair up next to Harry, and sat down, "Before I found out I was a witch, I lived in Maui, Hawaii. But then I found out I was a witch, and I moved to England...understand now?"
"Yeah," Harry shrugged, "I guess."
Chanse turned back around to her mom, "When do we leave?"
"In three days."
"For how long? When do we get in? When do we..."
"Calm down honey. You don't want to put yourself in the hospital, for hyperventilation." Heather laughed. "We're there for two weeks. We get in about nine o'clock in the morning, in Maui time, that is," Heather laughed again.
"What time in the morning do we leave?" Harry shrugged.
Heather walked over to the cabinet, an pulled out two bowls, "We have to be at the airport at three in the morning," she walked over to stove and poured bouillabaisse into the bowls, and walked back over to the table, and set the bowls in front of Chanse and Harry. She sat down across from them, and watched them started to eat, "and it will take us about three days to get there."
"Ok," Chanse mumbled with a mouth full of bouillabaisse, "Thank you again mommy." Chanse smiled as she ate another bite of her stew.
"Chanse don't eat with your mouth open." Heather hissed.
Chanse swallowed a bite, quickly, "Sorry."
"You two better go to bed, after you put your dishes away, because all tomorrow we're packing and things like that, because the morning after tomorrow we leave." Heather smiled.
She got up and left the two kids, to eat their bouillabaisse, and talk about their up coming trip.
"So what's Maui like?" Harry asked, as he shoveled some more bouillabaisse in his mouth.
"Well," Chanse laid her spoon, back down in the empty bowl, "It's full of beautiful waters, and..." Chanse thought some more, as she stood up and took hers and Harry's bowl to the sink and washed them off and put them in the dishwasher, "it's really hard to describe...you have to see it for yourself." Chanse laughed.
"Well you didn't stop talking about it, when you first came to Hogwarts, so I guess it's beyond words." Harry laughed as he followed Chanse out of the kitchen and up to her room.
"You have to idea, Harry." Chanse gasped, "Its breathtaking just thinking about it."
They walked into Chanse's room, and Chanse sat down on her bed, "Chanse I'm going down to my room now, night."
"Um...Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Well see mom and dad decided they were going to paint the guess room." Chanse sighed.
"But where am I to sleep, then?"
"In here." Chanse pointed in her room.
"There's only one bed in here."
"I know."
"Where am I supposed to sleep?"
"In my bed."
"Where are you going to sleep?"
"In my bed."
"I'm confused."
"It's either my room or sleeping with paint fumes."
"Your room," Harry laughed, "but what about sleeping on the floor?"
"The linen boxes are in a room being painted in"
Harry looked down at the floor, a little worried, "Harry, what's the problem?" Chanse smirked, "we're brother and sister. I mean if it was like we never knew we're brother and sister I would understand. But we know we are, so I don't see the problem." Chanse smirked, as she walked in her closet.
A few minutes later Chanse walked out of her closet, in her pajamas, and saw that Harry was sitting on her bed, looking at the floor, in a complete daze, "Harry you ok?" Chanse asked as she walked over and sat down next to Harry.
"Chanse..." Harry whispered, as his voice trailed off.
"Yeah?"
Harry looked up at Chanse, with tear-filled eyes, "What's wrong Harry? You're scaring me." Harry threw his arms around Chanse's neck, and squeezed her tightly.
"I love you." Harry whispered in Chanse's ear.
"I love you too Harry," Chanse laughed, "but where did that come from?"
"It just hit me that I have a REAL relative. That I have a REAL family," Harry forced back his tears, and looked deep into Chanse's eyes, "that I have a REAL sister." Harry gasped as he pulled Chanse closer to him, and squeezed tightly around her.
Chanse softly wrapped her arms around Harry's body, and squeezed him tightly too, "Never leave me Chanse." Harry whispered.
"Never." Chanse whispered to him, and closed her eyes, and rocked him back and forth.