Harry really should have thought that is was all a trick, but he didn't. He
never thought that he could have a different father. No one had ever told
him that Tom Riddle was his father. He never even thought of it before. And
every one kept telling him how much he looked like James Potter. But Harry,
himself, did say back in his second year to Professor Dumbledore:
"Professor Dumbledore.Riddle said I'm like him. Strange likeness, he said."
Because his father, though he did not know it was his father, told him:
"There are strange likenesses between us, after all. Even you must have noticed. Both half-bloods, orphans, raised by Muggles. Probably the only two Parselmouthes to come to Hogwarts since the great Slytherin himself. We even look something alike."
It was staring Harry in the face, and yet, he never noticed it. He never knew. He never knew what happen to Hannah the night before.
***** One Night Before*****
Hannah was laying in her dormitory, fast asleep, when someone came in. Her golden blond hair was thrown so gently over the pillow, and her face so innocent. The cloaked stranger almost felt pity for her, but work her all the same, after putting a silencing charm on her to keep her from screaming in fear.
"Cammon, you are coming with me. We are going to go see your father. He needs to tell you something." She put up a struggle, but left with him all the same.
A cold breeze flooded the courtyard as they walked through. Hannah gripped her cloak around her, trying to stay warm. The stranger, who, she thought, must be one of my fathers Deatheaters, noticed this, and waved his wand. Suddenly, the cold air was gone, and warm, tropical air fell around her. She relaxed.
"How are we getting to him?" asked Hannah.
"We won't be going anywhere. Dumbledore would notice if a student left the grounds. He will be coming to us." As soon as he finished his little speech, a swish of a cloak was heard, and her father stood before her. She stood up straight, not wanting her father to belittle her.
"Hannah," came his raspy voice from somewhere under the many layers of his cloak, "I want to kill Harry Potter."
"But why?" she asked, "he is your son, also, you know."
"I do know this. But he is also the heir to Gryffindor."
"How come he is, and not me?"
"You were born first. Ten minutes before him, I do believe. You, instead, are the heir to Slytherin. Being such, you will bring Harry Potter to me, and I will kill him. Unless you would rather do it."
"Father," she told him, standing proud, "I would be glad to bring you Harry Potter."
"That's a good girl." he replied, smiling. She smiled also. "Wormtial!" he barked, "Take this girl back to her dormitory, she will need a good night sleep. Good night, Hannah."
"Good night, father." she replied, still smiling. 'Won't Ernie be surprised to hear that I am the heir of Slytherin? He always thought that is was my brother!' She fell asleep, not realizing that she was in the arms of Wormtail. He made his way back to the Slytherin girls dormitories, and laid her back down in her bed. A slight smile stilled played on her lips.
*****
If Harry had known this, he might have been worried when Hannah approached him, and told him that he was to be killed by Lord Voldemort. But he didn't, and so he wasn't. He simply laughed in her face. She felt her face getting hot, and the color rising.
"You just wait, Harry Potter!" she hissed, "Lord Voldemort will kill you, and your blood will be splashed on the walls of Gryffindor Tower! You just wait, Harry Potter. Your death will be coming sooner than you think!" She left him to his own thoughts.
*****
Dear Diary,
I want to witness the death of Harry Potter. I want to see him scream in pain. I want to see him get hurt. I want to smell blood! But I am also scared. I don't want to lose my friends.
*****
Dear Hannah,
Harry just told me that you told him that Lord Voldemort, your father, is going to kill him. I haven't told him that James Potter isn't his real father. I don't plan to. Please tell me what is going on.
Hermione
*****
Dear Hermione,
I can't.
Hannah
*****
'The next time,' Hermione promised to herself, 'that I see Hannah, I swear upon Harry's dead parents grave, she is going to tell me what is going on, and if she doesn't, she will pay for it.
A/n: Hey! Okay, I would like to thank Jax31583 and "me" for reviewing. Me: okay! Okay! I will keep going! Jax31583: That's good that you like it! And Hanna isn't as evil as you think! Well, she is now.but she gets better.I will say no more! ;)
"Professor Dumbledore.Riddle said I'm like him. Strange likeness, he said."
Because his father, though he did not know it was his father, told him:
"There are strange likenesses between us, after all. Even you must have noticed. Both half-bloods, orphans, raised by Muggles. Probably the only two Parselmouthes to come to Hogwarts since the great Slytherin himself. We even look something alike."
It was staring Harry in the face, and yet, he never noticed it. He never knew. He never knew what happen to Hannah the night before.
***** One Night Before*****
Hannah was laying in her dormitory, fast asleep, when someone came in. Her golden blond hair was thrown so gently over the pillow, and her face so innocent. The cloaked stranger almost felt pity for her, but work her all the same, after putting a silencing charm on her to keep her from screaming in fear.
"Cammon, you are coming with me. We are going to go see your father. He needs to tell you something." She put up a struggle, but left with him all the same.
A cold breeze flooded the courtyard as they walked through. Hannah gripped her cloak around her, trying to stay warm. The stranger, who, she thought, must be one of my fathers Deatheaters, noticed this, and waved his wand. Suddenly, the cold air was gone, and warm, tropical air fell around her. She relaxed.
"How are we getting to him?" asked Hannah.
"We won't be going anywhere. Dumbledore would notice if a student left the grounds. He will be coming to us." As soon as he finished his little speech, a swish of a cloak was heard, and her father stood before her. She stood up straight, not wanting her father to belittle her.
"Hannah," came his raspy voice from somewhere under the many layers of his cloak, "I want to kill Harry Potter."
"But why?" she asked, "he is your son, also, you know."
"I do know this. But he is also the heir to Gryffindor."
"How come he is, and not me?"
"You were born first. Ten minutes before him, I do believe. You, instead, are the heir to Slytherin. Being such, you will bring Harry Potter to me, and I will kill him. Unless you would rather do it."
"Father," she told him, standing proud, "I would be glad to bring you Harry Potter."
"That's a good girl." he replied, smiling. She smiled also. "Wormtial!" he barked, "Take this girl back to her dormitory, she will need a good night sleep. Good night, Hannah."
"Good night, father." she replied, still smiling. 'Won't Ernie be surprised to hear that I am the heir of Slytherin? He always thought that is was my brother!' She fell asleep, not realizing that she was in the arms of Wormtail. He made his way back to the Slytherin girls dormitories, and laid her back down in her bed. A slight smile stilled played on her lips.
*****
If Harry had known this, he might have been worried when Hannah approached him, and told him that he was to be killed by Lord Voldemort. But he didn't, and so he wasn't. He simply laughed in her face. She felt her face getting hot, and the color rising.
"You just wait, Harry Potter!" she hissed, "Lord Voldemort will kill you, and your blood will be splashed on the walls of Gryffindor Tower! You just wait, Harry Potter. Your death will be coming sooner than you think!" She left him to his own thoughts.
*****
Dear Diary,
I want to witness the death of Harry Potter. I want to see him scream in pain. I want to see him get hurt. I want to smell blood! But I am also scared. I don't want to lose my friends.
*****
Dear Hannah,
Harry just told me that you told him that Lord Voldemort, your father, is going to kill him. I haven't told him that James Potter isn't his real father. I don't plan to. Please tell me what is going on.
Hermione
*****
Dear Hermione,
I can't.
Hannah
*****
'The next time,' Hermione promised to herself, 'that I see Hannah, I swear upon Harry's dead parents grave, she is going to tell me what is going on, and if she doesn't, she will pay for it.
A/n: Hey! Okay, I would like to thank Jax31583 and "me" for reviewing. Me: okay! Okay! I will keep going! Jax31583: That's good that you like it! And Hanna isn't as evil as you think! Well, she is now.but she gets better.I will say no more! ;)