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this before.
A/N: Ok people, I know Harry's middle name was James but it's important to the story so just over look it. ;)
"We have had to lie to you, Kylie" Hermione said. Kylie stopped herself from saying that this was obvious. Barely. Ginny went over to Kylie and sat down beside her. "Umm." Hermione paused. "My name isn't Harmony Grinkis, and I'm a witch. Your mum's name isn't Grace Winter, and your name isn't Kylie Winter. This," she pointed at Ginny, who smiled. "Is Ginny Weasley. I'm Hermione Granger." Kylie blinked at them.
"I know it's hard to believe, sweetie, but -" Hermione broke off. "Prove it!" Kylie interrupted. "Prove what?" "That you two are witches." Ginny sighed deeply. "That's why we're here. We can't. We're under the Fidelius charm, to keep us from harm, and to go undetected there was an extra precaution to cancel all spells." Hermione had an idea. "Gin, you're an animagus. She can become an animal at will." Hermione explained to Kylie.
Kylie watched in disbelief, as her mother became a white and ginger cat. "O.K. I believe you. What's my real name?" She asked. Ginny smiled at her. "Korina Potter. You take after your father." She smiled as she said this. Kylie-Korina's gaze rested on the trunk with Harry Sirius Potter stamped on it. "Is-is that his trunk?"
"Yes." Said Hermione. "Now let me continue. There was a wizard who went bad. As bad as you can go. His name was -Voldemort. He tried to kill your father, Harry, because a prophecy was made that neither could live while the other did. Luckily your grandmother, Lily, jumped in front of his wand. Since she died to save him, Harry was left with nothing but a scar when Voldemort's curse rebounded on him. Harry was sent to live with Muggle - non-magic - relatives. When he turned eleven an owl came with a letter accepting him to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Korina drank this in. Her father, who Mum never talked about without tears, had been a true hero. "What happened?" She asked. "In our fourth year Voldemort came back to life. Harry was there. He escaped after battling Voldemort. Dark years followed. Finally, when Harry married Ginny after seventh year, and Ron, Ginny's brother, proposed to me, the climax came. Voldemort's power grew to a huge extent. Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, who had been thought dead, showed up out of no-where when you were one, a year later, and put us under the Fidelius charm. Ron and Harry were away fighting. When they came back, Sirius told them we were safe, not to worry. He didn't tell them how we were protected. Voldemort found Sirius and killed him. We don't know what's happened since."
Korina shook her head. "This is so weird. So who am I like? And how do I get my hair back?" Hermione and Ginny smiled at her. "I think you have to concentrate really really hard on your normal hair. It isn't just hair, you know. You can change whatever you'd like. Let me look it up." Ginny smiled ruefully. "That brings back memories, Mione. Always looking things up. She was the cleverest witch Hogwarts had ever seen. We always wondered why she wasn't in Ravenclaw.." Ginny trailed off. Hermione feverishly pulled books off shelves and read them hurriedly, her eyes sparkling and her cheeks flushing. She looked like a sixteen-year-old schoolgirl looking up a love potion.Love potion? Where did that come from? Korina wondered. Must be to do with coming into the wizarding world.
"Mum, what's Ravenclaw?" Korina asked. "A house, dear. There were four. Gryffindoor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Gryffindoor was our house, for the brave people. Ravenclaw is for clever clogs like Mione over there. Hufflepuff were 'just and loyal, unafraid of toil'. And Slytherin." Ginny put a world of disgust and scorn into the word slytherin. "Slytherin for the baddies."
"That's not fair, Ginny." Said Hermione breathlessly. "Just because all dark wizards were in Slytherin doesn't mean they're all bad. Why, Blaise Zabini was a really nice person. She had all the qualities Slytherin wanted in his students. So did Harry. They both had a way of bending rules without ever breaking them, they both had talent on the Quidditch field, they both were pureblood, they both -"
"Oh stop it, Mione. You know Blaise only went out with Harry for two months. He said she was too Slytherin for him" Hermione grinned. "And you were oh so happy to take her place at the Yule ball." Ginny reddened. She coughed lightly. Korina giggled. It was so much more fun being with these people than being with Grace Winter and Harmony Grinkis. They were so different. Harmony was strict, Hermione teased. Grace was calm and spoke only when spoken to. Ginny was a chatterbox and had a tendency to giggle half way through her stories.
"Here it is, Ky, I mean, Korina. Just concentrate. But before you do, we need to tell you that to be safe do this only in the attic, it's more protected. And only say our true names here, in the attic. You can come up whenever you like, but tell us if you are. If somehow the protections lifted there are some magical objects that would cause harm to you."
Korina nodded. Hermione and Ginny went to start dinner. Carefully she opened up her mother's trunk. Inside were black robes with silver fastenings. A broomstick and a wand were wrapped up in a filmy pink robe that shimmered in the light. A single dried white rose sat on a veil covering a photo album. The pictures moved and she saw her mum and Hermione winking at her from every page. Korina set everything back and opened her father's trunk.
Inside were bottle green robes folded over the same black and silver ones. A broomstick and two battered mirrors were shoved to one side. Another album showed pictures of what she supposed were her grandparents. Another album showed a tall redhead with eyes the same shade as Korina's on a broom, next to a heavily muscled, rumple haired boy of sixteen with round glasses and vivid green eyes.
Korina knew she had found her father. There were photos of Hermione as a pretty girl hugging the redhead, Ron, Korina supposed, and pictures of Ginny and Harry on their wedding. Then a picture of Ginny and Harry holding a baby together. It was the last in the album. Korina looked at the pictures for a long time, until she reluctantly placed it back carefully and took out a round stone bowl with runes and markings sketched around the outside. Inside swirled a silvery fluid. Korina reached out to it, and felt herself falling into it.
She looked around. She was sitting on a bench, beside two girls avidly watching the skies. Korina looked up and saw players darting around with balls on broomsticks. She looked at the girls. With a jolt she saw it was Ginny and Hermione at sixteen and seventeen years old. "Umm, excuse me," She ventured, turning to her younger mother nervously. She stood up cheering. "Er...Um, aunt Hermione?" The girl slapped at where Korina rested her arm. "Darn mosquitoes," she muttered. Korina fought hard not to scream as the scene faded away. She was back in the attic, breathing hard.
"It's a pensieve." Said a voice behind her, Korina whirled around. "It stores Harry's memories. We've gone into the past often, to see if there are memories we could get into and tell Sirius to tell someone else, but it doesn't work. We can't even portkey out. A portkey is like a- well it moves you to another spot. We're stuck without magic, because no one will believe it's us unless we can prove it. Harry and Ron probably think we're dead." Hermione's voice was hard. "Dinner's ready, I brought you some. Ginny thinks you should look into all of our things tonight, so you understand better. Come down when you're finished." Hermione left.
Korina wolfed her pasta and closed the trunk. Suddenly a painful itch behind her eyes made her moan with main. She grabbed the trunk, wheezing as the pain spread through her body. She staggered to her feet, and collapsed promptly on the trunk. There was a jerk behind her belly button, and the attic swirled away in a haze.
Dun Dun Dah.Trying to write a cliffhanger. Anywho, review please!
A/N: Ok people, I know Harry's middle name was James but it's important to the story so just over look it. ;)
"We have had to lie to you, Kylie" Hermione said. Kylie stopped herself from saying that this was obvious. Barely. Ginny went over to Kylie and sat down beside her. "Umm." Hermione paused. "My name isn't Harmony Grinkis, and I'm a witch. Your mum's name isn't Grace Winter, and your name isn't Kylie Winter. This," she pointed at Ginny, who smiled. "Is Ginny Weasley. I'm Hermione Granger." Kylie blinked at them.
"I know it's hard to believe, sweetie, but -" Hermione broke off. "Prove it!" Kylie interrupted. "Prove what?" "That you two are witches." Ginny sighed deeply. "That's why we're here. We can't. We're under the Fidelius charm, to keep us from harm, and to go undetected there was an extra precaution to cancel all spells." Hermione had an idea. "Gin, you're an animagus. She can become an animal at will." Hermione explained to Kylie.
Kylie watched in disbelief, as her mother became a white and ginger cat. "O.K. I believe you. What's my real name?" She asked. Ginny smiled at her. "Korina Potter. You take after your father." She smiled as she said this. Kylie-Korina's gaze rested on the trunk with Harry Sirius Potter stamped on it. "Is-is that his trunk?"
"Yes." Said Hermione. "Now let me continue. There was a wizard who went bad. As bad as you can go. His name was -Voldemort. He tried to kill your father, Harry, because a prophecy was made that neither could live while the other did. Luckily your grandmother, Lily, jumped in front of his wand. Since she died to save him, Harry was left with nothing but a scar when Voldemort's curse rebounded on him. Harry was sent to live with Muggle - non-magic - relatives. When he turned eleven an owl came with a letter accepting him to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Korina drank this in. Her father, who Mum never talked about without tears, had been a true hero. "What happened?" She asked. "In our fourth year Voldemort came back to life. Harry was there. He escaped after battling Voldemort. Dark years followed. Finally, when Harry married Ginny after seventh year, and Ron, Ginny's brother, proposed to me, the climax came. Voldemort's power grew to a huge extent. Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, who had been thought dead, showed up out of no-where when you were one, a year later, and put us under the Fidelius charm. Ron and Harry were away fighting. When they came back, Sirius told them we were safe, not to worry. He didn't tell them how we were protected. Voldemort found Sirius and killed him. We don't know what's happened since."
Korina shook her head. "This is so weird. So who am I like? And how do I get my hair back?" Hermione and Ginny smiled at her. "I think you have to concentrate really really hard on your normal hair. It isn't just hair, you know. You can change whatever you'd like. Let me look it up." Ginny smiled ruefully. "That brings back memories, Mione. Always looking things up. She was the cleverest witch Hogwarts had ever seen. We always wondered why she wasn't in Ravenclaw.." Ginny trailed off. Hermione feverishly pulled books off shelves and read them hurriedly, her eyes sparkling and her cheeks flushing. She looked like a sixteen-year-old schoolgirl looking up a love potion.Love potion? Where did that come from? Korina wondered. Must be to do with coming into the wizarding world.
"Mum, what's Ravenclaw?" Korina asked. "A house, dear. There were four. Gryffindoor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Gryffindoor was our house, for the brave people. Ravenclaw is for clever clogs like Mione over there. Hufflepuff were 'just and loyal, unafraid of toil'. And Slytherin." Ginny put a world of disgust and scorn into the word slytherin. "Slytherin for the baddies."
"That's not fair, Ginny." Said Hermione breathlessly. "Just because all dark wizards were in Slytherin doesn't mean they're all bad. Why, Blaise Zabini was a really nice person. She had all the qualities Slytherin wanted in his students. So did Harry. They both had a way of bending rules without ever breaking them, they both had talent on the Quidditch field, they both were pureblood, they both -"
"Oh stop it, Mione. You know Blaise only went out with Harry for two months. He said she was too Slytherin for him" Hermione grinned. "And you were oh so happy to take her place at the Yule ball." Ginny reddened. She coughed lightly. Korina giggled. It was so much more fun being with these people than being with Grace Winter and Harmony Grinkis. They were so different. Harmony was strict, Hermione teased. Grace was calm and spoke only when spoken to. Ginny was a chatterbox and had a tendency to giggle half way through her stories.
"Here it is, Ky, I mean, Korina. Just concentrate. But before you do, we need to tell you that to be safe do this only in the attic, it's more protected. And only say our true names here, in the attic. You can come up whenever you like, but tell us if you are. If somehow the protections lifted there are some magical objects that would cause harm to you."
Korina nodded. Hermione and Ginny went to start dinner. Carefully she opened up her mother's trunk. Inside were black robes with silver fastenings. A broomstick and a wand were wrapped up in a filmy pink robe that shimmered in the light. A single dried white rose sat on a veil covering a photo album. The pictures moved and she saw her mum and Hermione winking at her from every page. Korina set everything back and opened her father's trunk.
Inside were bottle green robes folded over the same black and silver ones. A broomstick and two battered mirrors were shoved to one side. Another album showed pictures of what she supposed were her grandparents. Another album showed a tall redhead with eyes the same shade as Korina's on a broom, next to a heavily muscled, rumple haired boy of sixteen with round glasses and vivid green eyes.
Korina knew she had found her father. There were photos of Hermione as a pretty girl hugging the redhead, Ron, Korina supposed, and pictures of Ginny and Harry on their wedding. Then a picture of Ginny and Harry holding a baby together. It was the last in the album. Korina looked at the pictures for a long time, until she reluctantly placed it back carefully and took out a round stone bowl with runes and markings sketched around the outside. Inside swirled a silvery fluid. Korina reached out to it, and felt herself falling into it.
She looked around. She was sitting on a bench, beside two girls avidly watching the skies. Korina looked up and saw players darting around with balls on broomsticks. She looked at the girls. With a jolt she saw it was Ginny and Hermione at sixteen and seventeen years old. "Umm, excuse me," She ventured, turning to her younger mother nervously. She stood up cheering. "Er...Um, aunt Hermione?" The girl slapped at where Korina rested her arm. "Darn mosquitoes," she muttered. Korina fought hard not to scream as the scene faded away. She was back in the attic, breathing hard.
"It's a pensieve." Said a voice behind her, Korina whirled around. "It stores Harry's memories. We've gone into the past often, to see if there are memories we could get into and tell Sirius to tell someone else, but it doesn't work. We can't even portkey out. A portkey is like a- well it moves you to another spot. We're stuck without magic, because no one will believe it's us unless we can prove it. Harry and Ron probably think we're dead." Hermione's voice was hard. "Dinner's ready, I brought you some. Ginny thinks you should look into all of our things tonight, so you understand better. Come down when you're finished." Hermione left.
Korina wolfed her pasta and closed the trunk. Suddenly a painful itch behind her eyes made her moan with main. She grabbed the trunk, wheezing as the pain spread through her body. She staggered to her feet, and collapsed promptly on the trunk. There was a jerk behind her belly button, and the attic swirled away in a haze.
Dun Dun Dah.Trying to write a cliffhanger. Anywho, review please!
