*Sorry it took forever for me to get this Chapter done. I've had writers
block plus tons of swim practice and acting competition. Hopefully my
next chapter will come quicker! Also THANK YOU to everyone whos leaving
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Harry hit the ground and dust flew. He coughed as it gathered in his mouth. He got up and dusted himself off.
"Voldemort," he said and she shuttered at the name, "killed you?" she nodded in return.
"I don't believe my father would do that though. Become a death eater," she said as more tears fell, "He would never sell us off, never," she cried.
"Please don't cry," Harry pleaded as he sat on the window ciel with her, "I hate seeing you cry,"
"What else am I suppose to do? I've been banished to this attic, I'm alone, and I have this horrible scar on my cheek to remind me everyday of why I'm here alone." she told him. Harry lowered his head, the thoughts swimming in his head. Fighting the urge to reveal to her his terrible past.
"Voldemort tried to kill me too," he said solemnly, "and left a scar on my forehead," he lifted up his messy bangs to reveal his scar.
"H-he tried to kill you too?" she gasped, her ghostly hands hovering just inches above his scar then she pulled back, "how did you escape?"
"I was almost a year old and Voldemort already killed my father and then he came after me. My mother tried to protect me and she sacrificed herself for me," Harry told her, "He did the same curse on me but it reversed,"
"S-so he's dead? Voldemort is gone?" Julianne asked in a hopeful voice. Harry looked in her eyes, he wanted to tell yes he was gone. Yes, Voldemort is dead.
"No," he said quietly, "he's returned, about 3 years ago. He's been hiding though, he's been trying to figure out a plan to kill me." He said as Julianne gasped.
"That's Horrible. He needs to be stopped," she said as frustration grew in her face, it suddenly softened and then looked at Harry, "So your like me? Your parents dead and all," Harry nodded, he found himself strangely attracted to Julianne at that moment. Her eyes a soft gray, her hair flowing and wistful. Yet, a voice rang in the back of his head, repeating the constant reminder that she's dead and has been for many years. Living in the shadow of anger towards her father's decision. Something tugged at his stomach when the thought of her father doing that to his daughter, something not right at all. "'Arry?" a voice asked across the room from them. They both recognized the owner of the voice was Ron.
"There's your friend. You better go" she said, as she lowered her head. Harry opened his mouth to protest, but closed it and slowly got up. "Do promise to come back and visit Harry." Harry turned around and smiled.
"Good night Julianne"
"Good night Harry Potter," she said as she watched him walk away. She smiled at herself and then looked out the window once more.
Harry walked through the maze of boxes until he reached Ron. Who stood there rubbing his eyes, waiting for Harry to arrive.
"What are you doing up here?" he yawned, "I heard a loud bang and when I looked over at your bed, you weren't there."
"Julianne woke me up," Harry said as they walked out of the attic door, closing it softly, "She needs our help."
"Our help? Why does she need our help, she's dead," Ron complained softly, Harry began to tell Ron about the story of Julianne's dad becoming a death eater and her encounter with Voldemort. "I don't believe her dad wanted to become a death eater. I don't know why, but I don't believe it."
"Well, let's just sleep on it for now. It's nearly 3:00 in the morning," Ron yawned once again as he slipped into bed, "maybe Hermoine can help us tomarrow." Harry closed his eyes and in a matter of moments he drifted into an uneasy slumber. With images of Julianne fighting Voldemort but every time losing the battle.
*it's sort of a blah chapter, next chapter should have a bit more action in it :o) please leave a review! If you want to contact me my e-mail is JAVAjavaJAVAxx@aol.com. Thanks *
Harry hit the ground and dust flew. He coughed as it gathered in his mouth. He got up and dusted himself off.
"Voldemort," he said and she shuttered at the name, "killed you?" she nodded in return.
"I don't believe my father would do that though. Become a death eater," she said as more tears fell, "He would never sell us off, never," she cried.
"Please don't cry," Harry pleaded as he sat on the window ciel with her, "I hate seeing you cry,"
"What else am I suppose to do? I've been banished to this attic, I'm alone, and I have this horrible scar on my cheek to remind me everyday of why I'm here alone." she told him. Harry lowered his head, the thoughts swimming in his head. Fighting the urge to reveal to her his terrible past.
"Voldemort tried to kill me too," he said solemnly, "and left a scar on my forehead," he lifted up his messy bangs to reveal his scar.
"H-he tried to kill you too?" she gasped, her ghostly hands hovering just inches above his scar then she pulled back, "how did you escape?"
"I was almost a year old and Voldemort already killed my father and then he came after me. My mother tried to protect me and she sacrificed herself for me," Harry told her, "He did the same curse on me but it reversed,"
"S-so he's dead? Voldemort is gone?" Julianne asked in a hopeful voice. Harry looked in her eyes, he wanted to tell yes he was gone. Yes, Voldemort is dead.
"No," he said quietly, "he's returned, about 3 years ago. He's been hiding though, he's been trying to figure out a plan to kill me." He said as Julianne gasped.
"That's Horrible. He needs to be stopped," she said as frustration grew in her face, it suddenly softened and then looked at Harry, "So your like me? Your parents dead and all," Harry nodded, he found himself strangely attracted to Julianne at that moment. Her eyes a soft gray, her hair flowing and wistful. Yet, a voice rang in the back of his head, repeating the constant reminder that she's dead and has been for many years. Living in the shadow of anger towards her father's decision. Something tugged at his stomach when the thought of her father doing that to his daughter, something not right at all. "'Arry?" a voice asked across the room from them. They both recognized the owner of the voice was Ron.
"There's your friend. You better go" she said, as she lowered her head. Harry opened his mouth to protest, but closed it and slowly got up. "Do promise to come back and visit Harry." Harry turned around and smiled.
"Good night Julianne"
"Good night Harry Potter," she said as she watched him walk away. She smiled at herself and then looked out the window once more.
Harry walked through the maze of boxes until he reached Ron. Who stood there rubbing his eyes, waiting for Harry to arrive.
"What are you doing up here?" he yawned, "I heard a loud bang and when I looked over at your bed, you weren't there."
"Julianne woke me up," Harry said as they walked out of the attic door, closing it softly, "She needs our help."
"Our help? Why does she need our help, she's dead," Ron complained softly, Harry began to tell Ron about the story of Julianne's dad becoming a death eater and her encounter with Voldemort. "I don't believe her dad wanted to become a death eater. I don't know why, but I don't believe it."
"Well, let's just sleep on it for now. It's nearly 3:00 in the morning," Ron yawned once again as he slipped into bed, "maybe Hermoine can help us tomarrow." Harry closed his eyes and in a matter of moments he drifted into an uneasy slumber. With images of Julianne fighting Voldemort but every time losing the battle.
*it's sort of a blah chapter, next chapter should have a bit more action in it :o) please leave a review! If you want to contact me my e-mail is JAVAjavaJAVAxx@aol.com. Thanks *