Disclaimer: I own NOTHING!! All the HP characters belong to JKR, and Sakura
belongs to Clamp. No matter how much I threaten them, they just won't give
them up. :::Sigh::: Oh well, there's always next year!! J/K. Well, I hope
eveyone had enjoyed the other two chapters of The Fourth Potter, because
there is still more to come!! :::Crowd cheers as Silver Wolf presents yet
another chapter of The Fourth Potter::: Well, enjoy!!! And don't forget to
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1 Chapter 3
Hermione, Ron, and Harry watched the three walk out of The Three Broomsticks. Hermione looked at Harry saying, "Harry, one of those girls looked exactly like you. Only younger."
"Yeah, she's right," Ron repeated. Harry only nodded.
"But, Voldemort came to my house when I was only three. He said the Killing Curse, it backfired, and hit Voldemort, who was holding Sakura," Harry retold the horrifying night that he lost his sister. "So, it's not possible that she could be alive." For the first time since that night, a tear rolled down his cheek.
Ron and Hermione looked at each other and at Harry filled with worry. Ron said, "You know, you survived the curse, so maybe Sakura-" Ron was cut off by Harry.
"Ron, Sakura was only an infant, no more than a year old. It's not possible she survived the curse," Harry responded, his eyes clouding over once again. Hermione placed a hand on his back, trying to comfort him.
Walking into The Three Broomsticks, Draco spotted Harry and his friends. He sneered. "Wow, this is a first. The infamous Harry Potter is crying." Draco pretended to be stunned.
"Back off Ferret," Ron said angrily through his clenched teeth. "Can't you give your fat mouth a rest? It's probably dying from being yakked about for no good reason."
Draco pretended to think about it. "No," was the simple reply. He was knocked down by Ron, who sent a punch flying into his pale face. Harry could not stand it any longer.
"Fine Malfoy, you really want to know why I'm crying? Well, here's the reason. When I was about three years old, Voldemort came to our house. He said the Killing Curse, which hit me, backfired, and hit Voldemort, who was holding my sister. There, are you happy? And my sister is supposed to go to Hogwarts this year but isn't because she is dead," Harry told his worst enemy the pain his was feeling.
"Potty, what was the name of this sister of yours?"
"Why do you want to know?" Harry asked, his fists clenched. Hermione was holding him back by his shirt. "Don't do this Harry, he's not worth fighting."
Draco sneered at her. "What does it matter to you Mudblood." Hermione gasped, and released Harry pushing him forward. "Nevermind about what I just said. Go beat that ferret until he is a black and blue pulp." Hermione's chesnut eyes were burning with hatred.
"I asked you why do you want to know my sisters name," Harry's voice began to rise.
"Well, because would your sister's name happen to be Sakura Lily Potter?"
Harry's forest green eyes widen. "How did you know?"
Draco smirked. "Let's just say I ran into someone as I was buying my textbooks."
Hermione was a bit confused. "So you mean that she is alive. But how is that possible. She was so young and-"
Draco rolled his gray eyes. "Granger, honestly, you are sometimes so dense for someone who is the top student in all her classes."
Hermione walked up to him and slapped him across the face, his cheek revealing a red handprint. He just sneered once again and left the trio in the pub. Ron slammed his fist onto the table, drawing attention from the other witch and wizards. Harry pulled Ron down into his seat. "Ron, calm down," Harry said, glaring at his rival as he opened the door and headed towards Knockturn Alley.
"Come on, I'll buy you another butterbeer," Harry said, dragging Ron towards the bar, where Tom sat chattering with an elderly man close to his age.
1 Chapter 3
Hermione, Ron, and Harry watched the three walk out of The Three Broomsticks. Hermione looked at Harry saying, "Harry, one of those girls looked exactly like you. Only younger."
"Yeah, she's right," Ron repeated. Harry only nodded.
"But, Voldemort came to my house when I was only three. He said the Killing Curse, it backfired, and hit Voldemort, who was holding Sakura," Harry retold the horrifying night that he lost his sister. "So, it's not possible that she could be alive." For the first time since that night, a tear rolled down his cheek.
Ron and Hermione looked at each other and at Harry filled with worry. Ron said, "You know, you survived the curse, so maybe Sakura-" Ron was cut off by Harry.
"Ron, Sakura was only an infant, no more than a year old. It's not possible she survived the curse," Harry responded, his eyes clouding over once again. Hermione placed a hand on his back, trying to comfort him.
Walking into The Three Broomsticks, Draco spotted Harry and his friends. He sneered. "Wow, this is a first. The infamous Harry Potter is crying." Draco pretended to be stunned.
"Back off Ferret," Ron said angrily through his clenched teeth. "Can't you give your fat mouth a rest? It's probably dying from being yakked about for no good reason."
Draco pretended to think about it. "No," was the simple reply. He was knocked down by Ron, who sent a punch flying into his pale face. Harry could not stand it any longer.
"Fine Malfoy, you really want to know why I'm crying? Well, here's the reason. When I was about three years old, Voldemort came to our house. He said the Killing Curse, which hit me, backfired, and hit Voldemort, who was holding my sister. There, are you happy? And my sister is supposed to go to Hogwarts this year but isn't because she is dead," Harry told his worst enemy the pain his was feeling.
"Potty, what was the name of this sister of yours?"
"Why do you want to know?" Harry asked, his fists clenched. Hermione was holding him back by his shirt. "Don't do this Harry, he's not worth fighting."
Draco sneered at her. "What does it matter to you Mudblood." Hermione gasped, and released Harry pushing him forward. "Nevermind about what I just said. Go beat that ferret until he is a black and blue pulp." Hermione's chesnut eyes were burning with hatred.
"I asked you why do you want to know my sisters name," Harry's voice began to rise.
"Well, because would your sister's name happen to be Sakura Lily Potter?"
Harry's forest green eyes widen. "How did you know?"
Draco smirked. "Let's just say I ran into someone as I was buying my textbooks."
Hermione was a bit confused. "So you mean that she is alive. But how is that possible. She was so young and-"
Draco rolled his gray eyes. "Granger, honestly, you are sometimes so dense for someone who is the top student in all her classes."
Hermione walked up to him and slapped him across the face, his cheek revealing a red handprint. He just sneered once again and left the trio in the pub. Ron slammed his fist onto the table, drawing attention from the other witch and wizards. Harry pulled Ron down into his seat. "Ron, calm down," Harry said, glaring at his rival as he opened the door and headed towards Knockturn Alley.
"Come on, I'll buy you another butterbeer," Harry said, dragging Ron towards the bar, where Tom sat chattering with an elderly man close to his age.