(A/N- I'm so sorry it took me so long to update. Shortly after I uploaded
the last chapter my computer broke and I just got it fixed. Thanks for
being so patient and reviewing!)
Chapter 5- Revelation
Alyson felt like she had been punched in the stomach. She snatched the locket from Chris, and started walking towards school.
"Aly, Aly wait!" Alyson heard Chris' choppy, scared pants of air behind her. "Aly!"
Alyson turned around. "That's not your mum." She turned around and opened Hogwarts' big swinging doors.
Chris tried to keep up with her fast pace up the stairs. "Aly. You don't understand. I know her when I see her and that's my mum."
"So what are you suggesting?" Alyson snapped back. "That before my mother got married, had me, oh yeah, and then died in the war against Voldemort she just happened to find your dad and create you? I highly doubt that Chris!"
She reached the Fat Lady and muttered the password. She was surprised to find Gryffindor Tower empty.
She turned around to stare at Chris. He looked like a five year old, wanting his mummy. His brown hair fell into his eyes, and his white hand was visibly shaking.
"Your mum, she's dead?"
Alyson plopped on the couch. "How many other Ginny Potter's do you know of?"
Chris sat beside her. "Your mother is Ginny Potter? The Ginny Potter? Merlin Aly, why didn't you say anything? I've known you for this long and I didn't even know you had one of the most famous witches of all time as your mum?"
"It's not something I like to brag about," Alyson said softly.
Chris stared at her. "So, then, your father is Harry Potter? Blimey, Al," he gave a soft whistle.
Alyson nodded. "See. I told you you were crazy."
Chris looked at her. "No, Aly. No. That was my mum. I know it!"
"Chris, that picture could have very well been any red-head witch in England. The picture's to small and blurred to tell."
"Fine." Chris looked at her, his green eyes intent. "Do you have a picture about the time your mother and father disappeared. With you, I mean?"
Alyson nodded slowly.
"Go get it."
"Why?"
"Just trust me on this Aly, please." Chris gave a weak smile.
Alyson slowly got up, and nodded.
She ran up the stairs to her dormitory, her breath coming out in short puffs. Her hands were shaking as she reached for the framed picture that sat beside her bed. She headed back downstairs and reached the couch.
Chris arrived about the same time as she. In his hands he clutched a worn picture.
"What is this about, Chris?" Alyson said.
"Okay." Chris said, pacing a bit. "It's very simple. The pictures should be around the same time period, correct? So if we truly have the same parents, they should look pretty much the same. But if they aren't, well, then they aren't. Alright?"
Alyson swallowed.
"Okay, Al." Chris took a step towards her. "On three, okay. One, two three."
Alyson turned her picture over slowly, her eyes fixed on Chris'.
There was no doubt the people in the pictures were identical. Her parents looked up at her. They held a smiling baby, apparently Chris, and they were frozen in the glazed stiffness of Muggle Photography.
Alyson looked into Chris' eyes. He was petrified, and his green eyes locked on hers.
His very green eyes.
Alyson's eyes.
Harry Potter's eyes.
Alyson leaned over a wastebasket and threw up violently.
(A/N- Ooo, so they find out the truth! Dun nah nuh! Sorry this was so short. But next chapter will be longer and have some more twists. Muahahahaha! Don't worry, I promise I won't leave you hanging for so long this time! ;) )
Chapter 5- Revelation
Alyson felt like she had been punched in the stomach. She snatched the locket from Chris, and started walking towards school.
"Aly, Aly wait!" Alyson heard Chris' choppy, scared pants of air behind her. "Aly!"
Alyson turned around. "That's not your mum." She turned around and opened Hogwarts' big swinging doors.
Chris tried to keep up with her fast pace up the stairs. "Aly. You don't understand. I know her when I see her and that's my mum."
"So what are you suggesting?" Alyson snapped back. "That before my mother got married, had me, oh yeah, and then died in the war against Voldemort she just happened to find your dad and create you? I highly doubt that Chris!"
She reached the Fat Lady and muttered the password. She was surprised to find Gryffindor Tower empty.
She turned around to stare at Chris. He looked like a five year old, wanting his mummy. His brown hair fell into his eyes, and his white hand was visibly shaking.
"Your mum, she's dead?"
Alyson plopped on the couch. "How many other Ginny Potter's do you know of?"
Chris sat beside her. "Your mother is Ginny Potter? The Ginny Potter? Merlin Aly, why didn't you say anything? I've known you for this long and I didn't even know you had one of the most famous witches of all time as your mum?"
"It's not something I like to brag about," Alyson said softly.
Chris stared at her. "So, then, your father is Harry Potter? Blimey, Al," he gave a soft whistle.
Alyson nodded. "See. I told you you were crazy."
Chris looked at her. "No, Aly. No. That was my mum. I know it!"
"Chris, that picture could have very well been any red-head witch in England. The picture's to small and blurred to tell."
"Fine." Chris looked at her, his green eyes intent. "Do you have a picture about the time your mother and father disappeared. With you, I mean?"
Alyson nodded slowly.
"Go get it."
"Why?"
"Just trust me on this Aly, please." Chris gave a weak smile.
Alyson slowly got up, and nodded.
She ran up the stairs to her dormitory, her breath coming out in short puffs. Her hands were shaking as she reached for the framed picture that sat beside her bed. She headed back downstairs and reached the couch.
Chris arrived about the same time as she. In his hands he clutched a worn picture.
"What is this about, Chris?" Alyson said.
"Okay." Chris said, pacing a bit. "It's very simple. The pictures should be around the same time period, correct? So if we truly have the same parents, they should look pretty much the same. But if they aren't, well, then they aren't. Alright?"
Alyson swallowed.
"Okay, Al." Chris took a step towards her. "On three, okay. One, two three."
Alyson turned her picture over slowly, her eyes fixed on Chris'.
There was no doubt the people in the pictures were identical. Her parents looked up at her. They held a smiling baby, apparently Chris, and they were frozen in the glazed stiffness of Muggle Photography.
Alyson looked into Chris' eyes. He was petrified, and his green eyes locked on hers.
His very green eyes.
Alyson's eyes.
Harry Potter's eyes.
Alyson leaned over a wastebasket and threw up violently.
(A/N- Ooo, so they find out the truth! Dun nah nuh! Sorry this was so short. But next chapter will be longer and have some more twists. Muahahahaha! Don't worry, I promise I won't leave you hanging for so long this time! ;) )