Fallen
Chapter 3
When Harry and Trishelle walked through Platform nine and three quarters they noticed that they were the only ones there, well the only ones besides a small group of guys. Harry frowned slightly when he saw how close Trishelle was looking at the guys. That was until one of them turned around and their face lit up when they saw here. He then whispered something to the other two guys with him before they all came running over and engulfing Trishelle in a large hug. Trishelle giggled widely when she realized who they were. When they all parted she turned to Harry and began to make the introductions.
"Baby these are my brothers James, Corey, and Brandon. Boys this is my boyfriend Harry," Trishelle introduced them.
Her brothers looked Harry up and down before smiling and shaking his hand. Once they all parted they boarded the train and got a compartment together in the back. They all sat down and got comfortable before they started talking about what's been going on in each other's lives.
"So why didn't you tell me that you would be going to Hogwart's?" Trishelle asked her brothers.
"Well your mother call dad a couple of weeks to let him know that you got your letter this year and that you would most likely be attending this year and seeing as we don't see you as much as we would like we decided to transfer. We're in Gryffindor because we were in its equivalent house in our school," Corey replied.
"I wonder what house I'll end up in." Trishelle replied rhetorically.
"So have you written anything lately?" Brandon asked his sister.
"Yeah. Harry even put some input on the songs that I showed him," Trishelle said as she laid her head on Harry's shoulder.
"Really? What kind of input?" James asked.
"Like he thought that I should add some bass to Bring Me to Life," Trishelle replied.
Sometime during the middle of their conversation they began to notice the bustle going on inside of the train. They then looked outside the window to see large families with children of all sizes saying goodbye to their family members who were boarding the Hogwart's express. Harry wandlessly locked the compartment door then sat back to listen to his CD player as Trishelle and her brothers began to catch up with each other.
~*~*~
"I can't believe that Harry isn't back yet. I mean how could he just leave us like that? That was so irresponsible of him.anything could have happened to him and we would never know," Hermione ranted as she and Ron sat in the Prefect's compartment.
"I know Hermione but there's nothing we can do about it now can we? We just have to hope that he's okay and that he'll be back soon," Ron replied.
"Does he even know that there's a chance that he might not graduate? If you're home schooled, like some wizard's, you have to take a test before summer ends so that the ministry can make sure you're up to par. Harry hasn't done that because he doesn't want to be traced. I know that Dumbledore tends to bend the rules for him but there's only so much that can be done," Hermione replied.
"Not everything is always about school Hermione. I'm sure that Harry has thought that through and maybe he believes that what's he doing is better than attending Hogwarts," Ron said as he stared out the window hoping to see the familiar form of his best friend.
~*~*~
Harry was awakened hours later by someone yelling that they were at Hogwart's. Harry stretched his body to see the other people in his compartment throwing black robes over their clothing. He yawned before following suit and pulling on his newly purchased robes. Once everyone was dressed they all left the train and headed for the horseless chariots. Harry, Trishelle, James, Corey, and Brandon got a lot of attention from the other students headed to the chariots because they were new, or at least they thought that they were new. Harry smiled, happy that he had remembered to put on his charm, and rode the chariots silently. As their little group walked inside of the Great Hall Harry quickly squeezed Trishelle's hand as she waited for the first year's to arrive so that she could be sorted. Harry and Trishelle's brother headed to the Gryffindor table, where some of the students looked at them with curiosity.
As soon as Harry and Trishelle's brothers sat down McGonagall walked in with the first years in tow. The first years, all nervous, stood slightly behind Trishelle and waited for their names to be called. McGonagall unrolled the long piece of parchment and called Trishelle Williams, usually it went in alphabetical order but since Trishelle was a transferring upperclassman she was sorted first. As she put on the sorting hat it began to talk to her telepathically.
'Um.yes. We can expect great things for you. You would do best in GRYFFINDOR!' the hat yelled.
Trishelle stood, took off the hat, and then made her way to the table where her family sat. She smiled, as she realized that Harry had reserved a set for her, and sat next to him. Trishelle got into a comfortable position as the rest of the table settled down from their cheers to watch the first years get sorted. Harry lightly caressed her thigh with his thumb in a soothing manner as she took in her surrounds. She couldn't believe how much magic radiated off of the building. It was just amazing.
Twenty minutes later the first years had been sorted and everyone had begun to eat. Trishelle filled her plate as someone called to her. She turned to see a red headed boy next to a bushy haired brunette smiling at her warmly. Trishelle smiled a genuine smile before saying, "Hello."
"So what school did you go to before you came here?" Hermione asked interestedly.
"I was home schooled," Trishelle said.
"Really? I didn't know that it was possible to be home schooled in magic. Who taught you?" Hermione asked.
"My mother. She excelled in school and when it was time for me to attend a formal school I decided not to go and she got permission from the ministry to teach me at home," Trishelle responded.
"I wish I could have done that in my earlier years," Neville replied.
"It really did help out a lot because I got a lot of attention that I, otherwise, would not have gotten. It was much easier for me to get my magical education. It also made it easier for me to still hang out with my muggle friends," Trishelle said before she took a bit of her potatoes.
"So who are these guys with you?" Ron asked motioning to Harry and her brothers.
"Three of them on the far right of me are my brothers and the one next to me is my boyfriend," Trishelle answered causing a lot of fallen faces around the table.
"My name's Ron. Ron Weasley and she's Hermione Granger," Ron introduced.
"Hey. I'm Brandon and her older brother," Brandon replied.
"I'm Corey and this is my twin James and we're Trish's step brothers," Corey replied.
"I'm Trishelle's boyfriend and my name's Harry Potter," Harry said with a smirk on his face.
The table got quiet and everyone stared at him for a moment. He sat back and waited for their reaction while Trishelle looked on in confusion. All at once the table erupted and Hermione, Ron, and Ginny ran around the table and engulfed him hugs causing the rest of the room to look on in interest and what was going on. As soon as they parted Hermione's face scrunched up in a frown before she began to reprimand him.
"Harry James Potter. How dare you leave and not tell me where you were going? Do you know how much I worried about you? Do you know how long I cried thinking about how many things I could have done to prevent you from leaving the way you did? Hedwig couldn't find you and Dumbledore didn't know where you were. Voldemort could have captured you and I wouldn't have been the wiser!" Hermione exclaimed.
Harry waited until she finished yelling, seeing the looks of understanding and slight anger rise on the faces around the room. Harry didn't interrupt Hermione, though. He wanted her to get out everything she had to say so that he wouldn't hear it later.
"I understand that you were upset Hermione but I needed to get away. I had a lot of weight on my shoulders, more than you would ever know, and then people treated me like a child. You may or may not ever understand why I left, and quite frankly I don't care. I had to take care of myself and I did just that. I'm sorry that you worried about me because you and the Weasley's are the family that I never had but to protect you I had to learn how to protect myself," Harry said before he licked his dry lips and a glimpse of the shiny ball was brought to her attention.
"You got your tongue pierced?" she asked excitedly.
"Yes," Harry said with a smirk.
"Bloody hell," Ron said with a smile on his face.
"Did it hurt?" Hermione asked interested.
"Yes but not that much. Why? Do you want to get it done?" Harry teased.
"Maybe," Hermione said with a blush as she glanced quickly at Ron.
"We need to talk later," Harry replied as he looked at Hermione and Ron.
"Mr. Potter," a familiar voice called out to him.
Harry turned to see Albus Dumbledore staring at him with a slight twinkle in his eye.
"Yes?" Harry asked.
"Can you come up to the head table for a minute?" Dumbledore asked.
Harry sighed and stood up and walked over to the head table, ignoring the stares that he was getting because of his new appearance. As he stood in from of Headmaster Dumbledore he noticed the man place a security bubble around them before starting the conversation.
"So where have you been for the last couple of years?" Dumbledore asked.
"I've been around," Harry answered as he placed stronger guards around his mind.
"Why did you leave in the first place?" Dumbledore asked.
"Because I decided to live my life the way I wanted it. I was placed with a family that never loved me. In all honesty they hated me with a passion and then I came to school, which was the best time of my life, being told that I'm the only one to defeat a wizard that has killed some of the greatest witches' and wizards' of my time. Now tell me what you would do if your only hope for a better life.a better childhood was taken from you and no one understood or tried to really understand what you were going through? You would have left to fend for yourself. At least then you would know that the information you had was all anyone around you, you trusted, knew and that I was in charge of my own fate. That if I died, I died becoming prepared to fight the battled that everyone expects me to win," Harry replied.
Dumbledore stared at him for a minute then asked, "Why did you think that we were keeping things from you?"
Harry stared at him for a moment then replied rhetorically, "Were you going to tell me that I was the heir of Gryffindor, Merlin, and inadvertently Slytherin?"
Dumbledore looked surprised for a moment, then shook his head as he thought about all the mistakes that he made that he could have avoided. Dumbledore nodded, signaling that the conversation was over, and took down the safe guards so that Harry could go back to his table. Harry turned and headed back to his table where his friends were getting to know Trishelle. He smiled, happy at how well they were getting along, then took his seat in between Corey and Trishelle.
Dinner soon ended and the house Prefects began to lead everyone to their houses. Trishelle and Harry trailed behind, his arm wrapped gently around her waist as she leaned into him tiredly. Harry gently kissed Trishelle's forehead as she leaned her head against his shoulder. Justin as Trishelle's eyes were about to close they stopped in front of the fat lady.
"Golden Griffin," Hermione replied and the fat lady swung open, revealing a large archway for them to way through.
The horde of students walked through the threshold and the first years stared in awe at their surroundings. The prefects let them observe the common room for a minute before leading them to their respective dorm rooms. Harry and Trishelle headed to a corner and sat in a plush couch. Trishelle laid her head in his lap and Harry ran his fingers through her hair as he stared into the fire.
"I wonder what the dorm room looks like. It's going to be hard adjusting to this way of life," Trishelle replied.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked as he looked down at her.
"I've never shared a room with one person let alone every girl in my grade level. I'm used to a certain amount of privacy and it's going to take a while to get used to seeing people in my face first thing in the morning and then sharing a bathroom," Trishelle replied.
"You didn't have a problem sharing anything with me," Harry replied with a sensual smirk.
"That's different and you know it," Trishelle said with a soft blush.
"It's okay. I was planning on you staying with me anyway. I doubt your mother would mind, seeing as she never did mind me spending the night," Harry replied.
Trishelle's mother and Harry had become really close and she had grown to love him like on of her own. She knew Trishelle well enough, and had a close enough relationship, to know that she and Harry had made love. She didn't flip like most parents because she and Trishelle had made an agreement when she was sixteen. It clearly stated that when Trishelle felt ready that she had to tell her mother so that they could talk about the pros and cons before taking her to the doctor to get her birth control and condoms. It was because of this promise that Trishelle's mother had voluntarily did some overtime at work the night Harry and Trishelle consummated their relationship.
"Really?" Trishelle asked.
"Really," Harry answered as he helped her up and told her to get her trunk.
Everyone else, for the most part were either already sleep or getting ready to go to sleep so they didn't notice Harry and Trishelle getting their things from their dorm rooms. Harry quietly headed over to his bed and effortlessly picked up his trunk and left the room after making sure that he went unnoticed. Harry made his way downstairs and met Trishelle at the conjunction of the male/female dorm rooms. Harry quietly told her to follow him as he left the dorm area and made his way to a darkened corner of the common room.
He made his way to a picture of a beautiful blonde woman who had ice blue eyes and full pink lips. She was wearing a black dress with sheer bell sleeves in front of a brick laid wall. He quietly whispered, "Honor thy blade." When he said that a dim golden light sprouted out and scanned his body before quietly opening the entrance to a grand flat.
Trishelle looked around the room in awe as she followed Harry to the bedroom. She placed her trunk on the floor, yawning, as she took in her surroundings. Harry smiled at her as he pulled off his clothes and pulled on a pair of baby blue satin pajama pants and a tight white wife beater before tying a do-rag around his braids and lying in bed. Trishelle, too tired to explore the flat, followed Harry's plan and undressed before pulling on his baby blue satin pajama top that was too big for her and just looked cute on her tiny self. She quickly twisted her hair into a messy up do then headed to the other side of the bed and lay down next to Harry. She sighed in satisfaction as he spooned her and she fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter 3
When Harry and Trishelle walked through Platform nine and three quarters they noticed that they were the only ones there, well the only ones besides a small group of guys. Harry frowned slightly when he saw how close Trishelle was looking at the guys. That was until one of them turned around and their face lit up when they saw here. He then whispered something to the other two guys with him before they all came running over and engulfing Trishelle in a large hug. Trishelle giggled widely when she realized who they were. When they all parted she turned to Harry and began to make the introductions.
"Baby these are my brothers James, Corey, and Brandon. Boys this is my boyfriend Harry," Trishelle introduced them.
Her brothers looked Harry up and down before smiling and shaking his hand. Once they all parted they boarded the train and got a compartment together in the back. They all sat down and got comfortable before they started talking about what's been going on in each other's lives.
"So why didn't you tell me that you would be going to Hogwart's?" Trishelle asked her brothers.
"Well your mother call dad a couple of weeks to let him know that you got your letter this year and that you would most likely be attending this year and seeing as we don't see you as much as we would like we decided to transfer. We're in Gryffindor because we were in its equivalent house in our school," Corey replied.
"I wonder what house I'll end up in." Trishelle replied rhetorically.
"So have you written anything lately?" Brandon asked his sister.
"Yeah. Harry even put some input on the songs that I showed him," Trishelle said as she laid her head on Harry's shoulder.
"Really? What kind of input?" James asked.
"Like he thought that I should add some bass to Bring Me to Life," Trishelle replied.
Sometime during the middle of their conversation they began to notice the bustle going on inside of the train. They then looked outside the window to see large families with children of all sizes saying goodbye to their family members who were boarding the Hogwart's express. Harry wandlessly locked the compartment door then sat back to listen to his CD player as Trishelle and her brothers began to catch up with each other.
~*~*~
"I can't believe that Harry isn't back yet. I mean how could he just leave us like that? That was so irresponsible of him.anything could have happened to him and we would never know," Hermione ranted as she and Ron sat in the Prefect's compartment.
"I know Hermione but there's nothing we can do about it now can we? We just have to hope that he's okay and that he'll be back soon," Ron replied.
"Does he even know that there's a chance that he might not graduate? If you're home schooled, like some wizard's, you have to take a test before summer ends so that the ministry can make sure you're up to par. Harry hasn't done that because he doesn't want to be traced. I know that Dumbledore tends to bend the rules for him but there's only so much that can be done," Hermione replied.
"Not everything is always about school Hermione. I'm sure that Harry has thought that through and maybe he believes that what's he doing is better than attending Hogwarts," Ron said as he stared out the window hoping to see the familiar form of his best friend.
~*~*~
Harry was awakened hours later by someone yelling that they were at Hogwart's. Harry stretched his body to see the other people in his compartment throwing black robes over their clothing. He yawned before following suit and pulling on his newly purchased robes. Once everyone was dressed they all left the train and headed for the horseless chariots. Harry, Trishelle, James, Corey, and Brandon got a lot of attention from the other students headed to the chariots because they were new, or at least they thought that they were new. Harry smiled, happy that he had remembered to put on his charm, and rode the chariots silently. As their little group walked inside of the Great Hall Harry quickly squeezed Trishelle's hand as she waited for the first year's to arrive so that she could be sorted. Harry and Trishelle's brother headed to the Gryffindor table, where some of the students looked at them with curiosity.
As soon as Harry and Trishelle's brothers sat down McGonagall walked in with the first years in tow. The first years, all nervous, stood slightly behind Trishelle and waited for their names to be called. McGonagall unrolled the long piece of parchment and called Trishelle Williams, usually it went in alphabetical order but since Trishelle was a transferring upperclassman she was sorted first. As she put on the sorting hat it began to talk to her telepathically.
'Um.yes. We can expect great things for you. You would do best in GRYFFINDOR!' the hat yelled.
Trishelle stood, took off the hat, and then made her way to the table where her family sat. She smiled, as she realized that Harry had reserved a set for her, and sat next to him. Trishelle got into a comfortable position as the rest of the table settled down from their cheers to watch the first years get sorted. Harry lightly caressed her thigh with his thumb in a soothing manner as she took in her surrounds. She couldn't believe how much magic radiated off of the building. It was just amazing.
Twenty minutes later the first years had been sorted and everyone had begun to eat. Trishelle filled her plate as someone called to her. She turned to see a red headed boy next to a bushy haired brunette smiling at her warmly. Trishelle smiled a genuine smile before saying, "Hello."
"So what school did you go to before you came here?" Hermione asked interestedly.
"I was home schooled," Trishelle said.
"Really? I didn't know that it was possible to be home schooled in magic. Who taught you?" Hermione asked.
"My mother. She excelled in school and when it was time for me to attend a formal school I decided not to go and she got permission from the ministry to teach me at home," Trishelle responded.
"I wish I could have done that in my earlier years," Neville replied.
"It really did help out a lot because I got a lot of attention that I, otherwise, would not have gotten. It was much easier for me to get my magical education. It also made it easier for me to still hang out with my muggle friends," Trishelle said before she took a bit of her potatoes.
"So who are these guys with you?" Ron asked motioning to Harry and her brothers.
"Three of them on the far right of me are my brothers and the one next to me is my boyfriend," Trishelle answered causing a lot of fallen faces around the table.
"My name's Ron. Ron Weasley and she's Hermione Granger," Ron introduced.
"Hey. I'm Brandon and her older brother," Brandon replied.
"I'm Corey and this is my twin James and we're Trish's step brothers," Corey replied.
"I'm Trishelle's boyfriend and my name's Harry Potter," Harry said with a smirk on his face.
The table got quiet and everyone stared at him for a moment. He sat back and waited for their reaction while Trishelle looked on in confusion. All at once the table erupted and Hermione, Ron, and Ginny ran around the table and engulfed him hugs causing the rest of the room to look on in interest and what was going on. As soon as they parted Hermione's face scrunched up in a frown before she began to reprimand him.
"Harry James Potter. How dare you leave and not tell me where you were going? Do you know how much I worried about you? Do you know how long I cried thinking about how many things I could have done to prevent you from leaving the way you did? Hedwig couldn't find you and Dumbledore didn't know where you were. Voldemort could have captured you and I wouldn't have been the wiser!" Hermione exclaimed.
Harry waited until she finished yelling, seeing the looks of understanding and slight anger rise on the faces around the room. Harry didn't interrupt Hermione, though. He wanted her to get out everything she had to say so that he wouldn't hear it later.
"I understand that you were upset Hermione but I needed to get away. I had a lot of weight on my shoulders, more than you would ever know, and then people treated me like a child. You may or may not ever understand why I left, and quite frankly I don't care. I had to take care of myself and I did just that. I'm sorry that you worried about me because you and the Weasley's are the family that I never had but to protect you I had to learn how to protect myself," Harry said before he licked his dry lips and a glimpse of the shiny ball was brought to her attention.
"You got your tongue pierced?" she asked excitedly.
"Yes," Harry said with a smirk.
"Bloody hell," Ron said with a smile on his face.
"Did it hurt?" Hermione asked interested.
"Yes but not that much. Why? Do you want to get it done?" Harry teased.
"Maybe," Hermione said with a blush as she glanced quickly at Ron.
"We need to talk later," Harry replied as he looked at Hermione and Ron.
"Mr. Potter," a familiar voice called out to him.
Harry turned to see Albus Dumbledore staring at him with a slight twinkle in his eye.
"Yes?" Harry asked.
"Can you come up to the head table for a minute?" Dumbledore asked.
Harry sighed and stood up and walked over to the head table, ignoring the stares that he was getting because of his new appearance. As he stood in from of Headmaster Dumbledore he noticed the man place a security bubble around them before starting the conversation.
"So where have you been for the last couple of years?" Dumbledore asked.
"I've been around," Harry answered as he placed stronger guards around his mind.
"Why did you leave in the first place?" Dumbledore asked.
"Because I decided to live my life the way I wanted it. I was placed with a family that never loved me. In all honesty they hated me with a passion and then I came to school, which was the best time of my life, being told that I'm the only one to defeat a wizard that has killed some of the greatest witches' and wizards' of my time. Now tell me what you would do if your only hope for a better life.a better childhood was taken from you and no one understood or tried to really understand what you were going through? You would have left to fend for yourself. At least then you would know that the information you had was all anyone around you, you trusted, knew and that I was in charge of my own fate. That if I died, I died becoming prepared to fight the battled that everyone expects me to win," Harry replied.
Dumbledore stared at him for a minute then asked, "Why did you think that we were keeping things from you?"
Harry stared at him for a moment then replied rhetorically, "Were you going to tell me that I was the heir of Gryffindor, Merlin, and inadvertently Slytherin?"
Dumbledore looked surprised for a moment, then shook his head as he thought about all the mistakes that he made that he could have avoided. Dumbledore nodded, signaling that the conversation was over, and took down the safe guards so that Harry could go back to his table. Harry turned and headed back to his table where his friends were getting to know Trishelle. He smiled, happy at how well they were getting along, then took his seat in between Corey and Trishelle.
Dinner soon ended and the house Prefects began to lead everyone to their houses. Trishelle and Harry trailed behind, his arm wrapped gently around her waist as she leaned into him tiredly. Harry gently kissed Trishelle's forehead as she leaned her head against his shoulder. Justin as Trishelle's eyes were about to close they stopped in front of the fat lady.
"Golden Griffin," Hermione replied and the fat lady swung open, revealing a large archway for them to way through.
The horde of students walked through the threshold and the first years stared in awe at their surroundings. The prefects let them observe the common room for a minute before leading them to their respective dorm rooms. Harry and Trishelle headed to a corner and sat in a plush couch. Trishelle laid her head in his lap and Harry ran his fingers through her hair as he stared into the fire.
"I wonder what the dorm room looks like. It's going to be hard adjusting to this way of life," Trishelle replied.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked as he looked down at her.
"I've never shared a room with one person let alone every girl in my grade level. I'm used to a certain amount of privacy and it's going to take a while to get used to seeing people in my face first thing in the morning and then sharing a bathroom," Trishelle replied.
"You didn't have a problem sharing anything with me," Harry replied with a sensual smirk.
"That's different and you know it," Trishelle said with a soft blush.
"It's okay. I was planning on you staying with me anyway. I doubt your mother would mind, seeing as she never did mind me spending the night," Harry replied.
Trishelle's mother and Harry had become really close and she had grown to love him like on of her own. She knew Trishelle well enough, and had a close enough relationship, to know that she and Harry had made love. She didn't flip like most parents because she and Trishelle had made an agreement when she was sixteen. It clearly stated that when Trishelle felt ready that she had to tell her mother so that they could talk about the pros and cons before taking her to the doctor to get her birth control and condoms. It was because of this promise that Trishelle's mother had voluntarily did some overtime at work the night Harry and Trishelle consummated their relationship.
"Really?" Trishelle asked.
"Really," Harry answered as he helped her up and told her to get her trunk.
Everyone else, for the most part were either already sleep or getting ready to go to sleep so they didn't notice Harry and Trishelle getting their things from their dorm rooms. Harry quietly headed over to his bed and effortlessly picked up his trunk and left the room after making sure that he went unnoticed. Harry made his way downstairs and met Trishelle at the conjunction of the male/female dorm rooms. Harry quietly told her to follow him as he left the dorm area and made his way to a darkened corner of the common room.
He made his way to a picture of a beautiful blonde woman who had ice blue eyes and full pink lips. She was wearing a black dress with sheer bell sleeves in front of a brick laid wall. He quietly whispered, "Honor thy blade." When he said that a dim golden light sprouted out and scanned his body before quietly opening the entrance to a grand flat.
Trishelle looked around the room in awe as she followed Harry to the bedroom. She placed her trunk on the floor, yawning, as she took in her surroundings. Harry smiled at her as he pulled off his clothes and pulled on a pair of baby blue satin pajama pants and a tight white wife beater before tying a do-rag around his braids and lying in bed. Trishelle, too tired to explore the flat, followed Harry's plan and undressed before pulling on his baby blue satin pajama top that was too big for her and just looked cute on her tiny self. She quickly twisted her hair into a messy up do then headed to the other side of the bed and lay down next to Harry. She sighed in satisfaction as he spooned her and she fell into a deep sleep.