A/N: Did you see that? DID YOU SEE THAT? (lol, j/k, j/k) Anyway, we're about to see something that was in book one-again! You'll see, you'll see!
Disclaimer: Same as Chpt. 5
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Chapter 11-Joey's Secret
Harry walked along the hallways, hoping he wouldn't encounter any of the prefects or Heads. What had Joey meant, anyway? It was like she had a deep secret, one that she couldn't say. It was probably worse than Harry losing his mother and father.
Harry walked down the hallway, when he saw a unusual-looking room. It had a shining glow to it. This intruged Harry. He went it, and what he saw was to his amazement; The Mirror of Erised. It had the same confusing runes on it, its golden surface shiny and smooth. Harry walked up to it, and remembered the first time he encountered the Mirror of Erised. It was Christmas, and he dragged Ron out of bed to see his parents, and then learned that the Mirror not only showed what we truly want, but our destiny(or something like that XP). Ron had seen himself being Quidditch captain, holding the Quidditch cup, and being head boy-plus being really handsome. Harry saw him and his parents. It was different for everyone.
Harry went up to the Mirror and touched its reflective surface, he once again saw his parents. It had reminded him about how much he had missed his parents-and how many more would lose their lives to Voldemort again. He thought of the anger, the hurt and pain that so many had suffered; he reminded himself about how Neville that had parents that were still alive-but didn't recognise him.
It's all Voldemort's fault, Harry thought. And it's my fault that Cedric died and Voldemort came back into power. He saw his parents again, the one most desire in his heart.
"Harry!" Joey had ran all the way, and was now huffing and puffing. "Harry, what're you- Oh my." Joey stared at this magnificent mirror.
"The Mirror of Erised. I would've never believed that it had come back, after the Philosipher's stone." Harry, with his hand still of the reflective surface, looked at the runes at the top. "I first saw my parents here." Joey looked at him with a sorrow-ful face.
"Let's go back. Everyone's going to back from Holidays tomorrow, I'd expect we had better do our assignments." Joey smiled at him, then waited as he walked out of the mirror room. He wanted to see his parents again, even though they really truly didn't exist anymore.
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When Harry got back from the common room, he thought about the mirror so much. It had seemed to given him a troubled look, and Joey was really concerned. Since they were the only ones in the common room, Joey had to talk to him. She was at another chair while Harry was staring at the fire.
"Harry, you've got to stop thinking about that mirror-you know you can't reach them now." she said.
"You don't know what it's like to have your parents killed by the most hatred wizard in the world." Harry said angrily.
"You know that's not true."
"Prove it to me, then, go on."
"You only had your parents killed. You're lucky that your whole family wasn't killed by him." Joey looked at the floor, her face away from Harry's. Harry had finally decided not to stare at the fire; he was too astonished to hear these words.
"Losing your family? But how..."
"All of them. In Britain at the time, deciding to help the country with Voldemort. The Avada Kedavra curse took them all, one by one, some in groups, the others not." Joey continued with her story. "My two brothers, both Ministry wizards, went too. They never came back. My whole family, four generations, were all killed by him. You wouldn't know what is was like." Tears had begun to develop in Joey's eyes. Harry was sitting on top of the couch, stunned. Joey put her hands on the top, and Harry hugged her. Tears began to pour down her face, Harry could hear the muffled crying. He held her head on the top of his shoulder, hand on her hair. He wanted to kiss her, but strongly tried hard not to. Joey felt relaxed, finally telling someone her story after keeping it hidden for fifteen years(let's switch this to Joey's POV, it's much more exciting, don't worry, it won't be long).
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JOEY'S POV(third-person, but ANYWAYS...)
Joey had felt tears stream down her face as she hugged Harry. The only other boy she had been was Dean Thomas, the person that she was currently going out with. She had never bothered him to tell anything, because he was a muggle-born and Harry could relate to what she went through.
But she was having a really big problem, one that she could only tell Hermione. She had even sworn to Hermione never to tell the secret that she kept hidden inside her heart. She was loving two people at one time; Harry and Dean. She was going out with Dean, but never managed to tell anyone except Hermione, the person she could trust the most. At the same time, though, she had loved Harry with all her heart, more than Dean. They had never even kissed; for one thing, but she felt as passion burnt up within her. She didn't want to hurt Harry by telling him that she was dating Dean, and she didn't want to hurt Dean by telling him that she loved Harry more than him. They would both get mad at her, and she couldn't even talk to Ron unless Hermione was around because she knew that they could fight all day. She knew Harry had the slightest bit of a crush on her, except that he couldn't realise it; only the rest of the Gryffindors could, even her. He knew that he like Cho Chang, that Ravenclaw sixth-year, more. Why else would he accept after she asked her? Why would he be jealous of Dean and her dancing like mad together? It all fit, she thought. She wanted to kiss Harry, but he knew what he would say.
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Back to third-person again...
But it had seemed that Harry initiated the kiss. Being as their faces were so close, they moved together until their lips met. It had held until Harry fell over the top of the couch, onto the cushions of the couch near the fire, whereas Joey was ontop of Harry. They had only broke when they could both hear the opening of the Fat Lady's portrait.
Three people entered. Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, and Ron Weasley. Dean just stared at the two of them.
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A/N: OMG!!! I had really alot of fun writing the kissing scene; itz supposed to be the climax of the chapter. Could this mean that Harry and Joey have something going on? Now that you've experienced Joey's POV, you'll know the whole story ;). To tell ya da truth, I had actually wanted to write their first kiss in the fanfic 6th book that I was gonna write, where Joey turns into stone and Harry-well, I shouldn't say. ;P
Disclaimer: Same as Chpt. 5
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Chapter 11-Joey's Secret
Harry walked along the hallways, hoping he wouldn't encounter any of the prefects or Heads. What had Joey meant, anyway? It was like she had a deep secret, one that she couldn't say. It was probably worse than Harry losing his mother and father.
Harry walked down the hallway, when he saw a unusual-looking room. It had a shining glow to it. This intruged Harry. He went it, and what he saw was to his amazement; The Mirror of Erised. It had the same confusing runes on it, its golden surface shiny and smooth. Harry walked up to it, and remembered the first time he encountered the Mirror of Erised. It was Christmas, and he dragged Ron out of bed to see his parents, and then learned that the Mirror not only showed what we truly want, but our destiny(or something like that XP). Ron had seen himself being Quidditch captain, holding the Quidditch cup, and being head boy-plus being really handsome. Harry saw him and his parents. It was different for everyone.
Harry went up to the Mirror and touched its reflective surface, he once again saw his parents. It had reminded him about how much he had missed his parents-and how many more would lose their lives to Voldemort again. He thought of the anger, the hurt and pain that so many had suffered; he reminded himself about how Neville that had parents that were still alive-but didn't recognise him.
It's all Voldemort's fault, Harry thought. And it's my fault that Cedric died and Voldemort came back into power. He saw his parents again, the one most desire in his heart.
"Harry!" Joey had ran all the way, and was now huffing and puffing. "Harry, what're you- Oh my." Joey stared at this magnificent mirror.
"The Mirror of Erised. I would've never believed that it had come back, after the Philosipher's stone." Harry, with his hand still of the reflective surface, looked at the runes at the top. "I first saw my parents here." Joey looked at him with a sorrow-ful face.
"Let's go back. Everyone's going to back from Holidays tomorrow, I'd expect we had better do our assignments." Joey smiled at him, then waited as he walked out of the mirror room. He wanted to see his parents again, even though they really truly didn't exist anymore.
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When Harry got back from the common room, he thought about the mirror so much. It had seemed to given him a troubled look, and Joey was really concerned. Since they were the only ones in the common room, Joey had to talk to him. She was at another chair while Harry was staring at the fire.
"Harry, you've got to stop thinking about that mirror-you know you can't reach them now." she said.
"You don't know what it's like to have your parents killed by the most hatred wizard in the world." Harry said angrily.
"You know that's not true."
"Prove it to me, then, go on."
"You only had your parents killed. You're lucky that your whole family wasn't killed by him." Joey looked at the floor, her face away from Harry's. Harry had finally decided not to stare at the fire; he was too astonished to hear these words.
"Losing your family? But how..."
"All of them. In Britain at the time, deciding to help the country with Voldemort. The Avada Kedavra curse took them all, one by one, some in groups, the others not." Joey continued with her story. "My two brothers, both Ministry wizards, went too. They never came back. My whole family, four generations, were all killed by him. You wouldn't know what is was like." Tears had begun to develop in Joey's eyes. Harry was sitting on top of the couch, stunned. Joey put her hands on the top, and Harry hugged her. Tears began to pour down her face, Harry could hear the muffled crying. He held her head on the top of his shoulder, hand on her hair. He wanted to kiss her, but strongly tried hard not to. Joey felt relaxed, finally telling someone her story after keeping it hidden for fifteen years(let's switch this to Joey's POV, it's much more exciting, don't worry, it won't be long).
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JOEY'S POV(third-person, but ANYWAYS...)
Joey had felt tears stream down her face as she hugged Harry. The only other boy she had been was Dean Thomas, the person that she was currently going out with. She had never bothered him to tell anything, because he was a muggle-born and Harry could relate to what she went through.
But she was having a really big problem, one that she could only tell Hermione. She had even sworn to Hermione never to tell the secret that she kept hidden inside her heart. She was loving two people at one time; Harry and Dean. She was going out with Dean, but never managed to tell anyone except Hermione, the person she could trust the most. At the same time, though, she had loved Harry with all her heart, more than Dean. They had never even kissed; for one thing, but she felt as passion burnt up within her. She didn't want to hurt Harry by telling him that she was dating Dean, and she didn't want to hurt Dean by telling him that she loved Harry more than him. They would both get mad at her, and she couldn't even talk to Ron unless Hermione was around because she knew that they could fight all day. She knew Harry had the slightest bit of a crush on her, except that he couldn't realise it; only the rest of the Gryffindors could, even her. He knew that he like Cho Chang, that Ravenclaw sixth-year, more. Why else would he accept after she asked her? Why would he be jealous of Dean and her dancing like mad together? It all fit, she thought. She wanted to kiss Harry, but he knew what he would say.
-------------------~::~:""":~
Back to third-person again...
But it had seemed that Harry initiated the kiss. Being as their faces were so close, they moved together until their lips met. It had held until Harry fell over the top of the couch, onto the cushions of the couch near the fire, whereas Joey was ontop of Harry. They had only broke when they could both hear the opening of the Fat Lady's portrait.
Three people entered. Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, and Ron Weasley. Dean just stared at the two of them.
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A/N: OMG!!! I had really alot of fun writing the kissing scene; itz supposed to be the climax of the chapter. Could this mean that Harry and Joey have something going on? Now that you've experienced Joey's POV, you'll know the whole story ;). To tell ya da truth, I had actually wanted to write their first kiss in the fanfic 6th book that I was gonna write, where Joey turns into stone and Harry-well, I shouldn't say. ;P