A/N: Welcome to Chapter 2 of Part 1!!!!!
I hope you liked this fic, I'm enjoying typing this up. Please R&R, and since I don't really have any more to say, here's chapter two of part one!
Chapter 2, Part 1
"Get away easily, Potter?" asked Malfoy as Harry entered the room.
"Yup. I just told them that I hate Remedial Potions, which I do, so therefore, I wasn't lying."
"You should be a Logic teacher." Malfoy replied, using Harry's own comment against him.
"Cheater. Make your own comebacks."
"So, you have to take it again??? Just how stupid are you, Potter?"
"That one was good, but not very funny. I never took Remedial Potions; I was actually taking Occulemency lessons. Oh no, I told you. If you dare tell…"
"I couldn't if I wanted to. I put a spell on the room, if we try to tell anyone anything that we talked about in this room, there's a nasty surprise waiting for you."
"So, what do we do now?"
"Well, I thought about and thought
about it, and finally figured the best way to go through this is to give each
other tattoos, which is a powerful Dark Magick charm."
Harry blinked. "What and why?"
"Tattoos. Like the um, Death Eaters' marks." Malfoy said quickly, as if he dropped dead right there if he said any more about Death Eaters. "The reason we would be doing this is because we can understand each other if we have a- um- connection. We would be transfusing them through a tattoo. Kind of like that ugly scar on your head," Malfoy said, grinning.
Harry ignored the comment. "So, what does the tattoo look like?"
"Well, I was thinking about this:"
He drew a snake on top of the zodiac Leo symbol.
"See? Snake and Lion."
Malfoy looked very proud of himself.
"Okay, and how are we going to put them on?" Harry asked (extremely stupidly).
Malfoy looked at him as if he was crazy. "Um, Magic? Maybe? Or are you too used to Muggle things?"
"Ow, you sting me with your words, Malfoy. Act like a person and not an asshole. Of course, you are one…..Remember our truce. Speaking of which, why did you act like that to Sylvia this evening?"
Malfoy grinned. "Not telling. Now, I'm just going to say a spell, and trace the tattoo on you. It'll be small, though. Where do you want it?"
"Upper back, just where my neck ends."
"Ooh, you're a real man now. Both of us say the chant, I draw it on you, you draw it on me, and then we repeat the chant together to close it."
"What's the chant?"
"Veritas contrano uter que incontineo quearo fierie prudens." Malfoy replied. (Yes, those are actual Latin terms. All of my credits and references go at the bottom of Part 1, Part 2, etc.)
"Something about truth…"
"Duh. This allows us to tell the truth and never lie to each other."
"Okay, and how do we keep the connection?"
Malfoy made a face and replied, "We have to take our shirts off, hold hands, and point our wands at each other's chest. When I saw the picture, it looked kind of kinky."
"NO! SHUT UP! NO MORE INFO!" Harry yelled as Malfoy laughed.
"Alright, shut up. We need to chant."
Malfoy and Harry took off their shirts, pointed their wands to each other's chest, and then grasped hands, both looking rather disgusted.
"Veritas contrano uter que incontineo quearo fierie prudens." They chanted and Harry turned around and Malfoy quickly traced the symbol with his wand, and then Harry quickly did the same.
They grabbed hands again, and got in the same position that they were in before and repeated, "Veritas contrano uter que incontineo quearo fierie prudens."
The two suddenly felt a surge of pain flow through their body. Harry kneeled over, gasping for breath, and Malfoy grabbed his head, fell to his knees, and let out a howl of pain. Then, the two passed out.
****************************
A few hours later, Harry woke up feeling odd and not quite him self. He had seen his entire life flash before him.
"Am I dead?" he asked aloud.
Someone stirred. "Potter?" Sylvia asked, sitting up in her bed.
"Sylvia?! What are you doing here?!" Harry gasped.
"Uh, this is my room. Oh, and your boyfriend is on the floor."
He looked beside him to see Malfoy sleeping like a baby. "Boyfriend?" Harry asked.
"Well, when I came in here, I saw Draco holding something tightly in his arms -apparently you-and figured it was his teddy bear. He still sleeps with one, you know." She looked at him. "Some teddy bear. Ohhhhhh, I've got HIS number now. But I had no idea either of you were like that. You erm, both have very, uh, manly chests." She coughed and then smiled, looking at Harry's shirtless body.
Harry looked down and then remembered what they had really been doing, which was not each other.
"By the way, what's that thing on the back of your neck? It's really interesting."
"It's a tattoo."
"A scar ain't good enough for you?" she asked with a smirk.
"Stuff it."
"I don't have to."
"Between the ears you do."
She glared at him. "You know how smart I am. My father helped teach me everything I know. Draco did the rest."
"Draco-smart?"
"Yeah, scary, isn't it?"
"Does your rich, Pureblooded father live down- here?" Harry asked, looking around the room.
"Nope." She replied gleefully.
"Who IS your father?" Harry finally asked.
"I haven't told anyone. I don't think I'm not about to tell you."
"Why not? Something to be ashamed of?"
"Everything for me and him to be ashamed about." She replied coldly.
"And why is that?"
"Wouldn't you like to know."
"Look, all I want is your friendship. I don't hate you."
He caught her off guard. "What did you just say?"
"I just want to be your friend. I have only been able to think about you for the past few days, the way you just showed up, but yet you say you've been here for years."
Sylvia looked apologetic for a moment and then glared at him. "So, you want to know my history and then ditch me fore your goody-goody friends. Right. I've heard that before from teachers."
"No I won't. I just want to be your friend."
"No one has EVER really said that before to me."
"No one?"
"Well, my father has kept me locked up in her since before I was 10 months old." She looked around to make sure no one was listening. "Lord Voldemort would have killed me. And now that he's back, my father realizes that he wants me dead, not protected, and he lets me out under strict supervision." She poured out a fair few secrets and then bit her lip in surprise.
"But why would someone-"
"JUST LEAVE!" she said, tears coming to her eyes. Malfoy snored loudly.
"But-"
"Get out! I'll tell my father, and he HATES you! He'll even kill you if you upset me!"
Harry started walking away, when suddenly; she ran up to him and then kissed him.
(No, my friends, not a little peck, but we're talking full-blown Titanic kiss.)
When it ended, she whispered, "Thanks for being here tonight. I can be a real bitch sometimes, but I never have anyone to talk to, except for my ass-of-a-father and Draco. Please don't tell anyone."
Harry suddenly recognized her face, but didn't know how or why.
Harry started to go, when she called out again. "Um, you might want your clothes." She smiled holding up his robe and shirt.
She then proceeded to kick Malfoy hard in the gut. He moaned and stood up. "Hey! What was that for?!"
Harry got his clothes on and let the two fight like siblings, and thought about Sylvia. She looked so familiar when she looked at him like that. And when she was pissed off, she strangely reminded him of someone, but he just couldn't put his finger on it.
He then walked in the Common Room, and saw Hermione and Ron asleep on their books.
So he just walked up to his bed and practically passed out.
***************************************
Harry woke up the next day and saw Ron gaping at him. "What is it, Ron?"
"You scar, it's-it's black!" Ron gasped.
"WHAT?!" Harry yelled.
"Just kidding, Harry."
His mouth dropped open. "Ron, what's gotten into you? My scar isn't something to lie about."
Ron's smile disappeared. "Neither is Remedial Potions. Epans was in the library until practically midnight, and then you came back at about two o' clock in the morning. Liar!" Ron yelled.
Harry's eyes widened. "I-I-um-er-uh."
"You screwed up. Where were you? Hermione was worried sick!" Ron said. Harry could feel a twinge of jealousy in his voice.
"I was-um"
"COME ON! WHY WON'T YOU TELL ME?!?!"
"I have a new girlfriend."
Ron's anger immediately left him. "And you stayed up until 2 in the morning?! Give me all of the details!"
"What? NO!"
"At least tell me who she is."
"I-I don't know."
"You don't know who she is and you SLEPT with her?!" Ron looked at Harry in admiration.
"No! I didn't sleep with her!"
"But you don't know who she is…"
"In a way. First she's one person, and then she is completely different."
"What's her name?"
"Clara. She's a-"
"What?"
"Ravenclaw. Fourth year. But she's really shy, so please don't say anything. I'll just tell Hermione I have a girlfriend and spent the night with her last night and then ask if she wants to hear the details. She will then proceed to tell me that I am just as bad as you."
Ron laughed. "Does she have a friend?"
Harry thought for a moment. "Well, that's how I met her. Her friends suddenly ditched her and she was crying, so I just started talking to her."
Harry could feel the lies coming out of his mouth quite easily. Cunning, really.
Wait a minute! Cunning! Lies! Oh my dear Lord, I have Slytherin's traits in me!
"Harry, are you okay? You look confused."
"I'm ok. Let's go down to breakfast."
Note From Aurthor: I am sorry, but Ron and Hermione are not gonna be in this fic much, because I have other things to concentrate on. Like Harry and his relationships with other Harry Potter characters I'd like to see really be brought out to their full extent. So for you Hermione and Ron lovers, there will be some of those moments, but I hardly mentioned them at all in book one or two, and in book three, Harry basically tells them to f*** off when they yell at him for ignoring them so much. There isn't too much about his classes, either. Sorry about that.
************************************************
"Harry! Where were you last night?" Hermione demanded.
"With my girlfriend."
"Really?" she asked, interested.
"Wanna hear all of the lovely details?" Harry asked.
Ron laughed as Hermione tutted loudly. "Honestly, Harry, I think that you can be just as bad as Ron sometimes." She said, and then added, "I need to go to Defense Against the Dark Arts early. Professor Snape wasn't too clear on our homework length. I do hope ten inches is enough."
Harry looked at Ron, who was staring at her. "Snape? Defense Against the Dark Arts? I thought McGonagall was teaching."
"Snape is teaching the N.E.W.T. class." Harry replied, scowling.
"Oh, and geez: Baby Sylvia is going to be there." Hermione added, sighing loudly.
"Woah! Hermione Granger insulting people! Oh dear, the last time she insulted someone was in fourth year, about Krum! You'd better watch it, Hermione, or she'll become your girl- I mean best friend." Ron said quickly.
If looks could kill, Ron woud've been halfway to heaven (or hell) with the look Hermione was giving him. "Sylvia is by far different." She replied coldly.
"Why do you hate her so much?" Harry asked, annoyed at Hermione's judgment.
"Well first off, she calls me names and secondly, next to me, she's the smartest in the class. I've got to work even harder to become valedictorian."
"Valedi-what?!" Ron asked.
"Top of the class for 7th year. And it's going to be nearly impossible, with her around."
"She's at N.E.W.T. level in every class." Harry said, smiling.
"So is Hermione." Ron said defensively.
"Well, not exactly. I can do a lot of things that N.E.W.T. requires, but it seems she's prepared for everything. I agree with Malfoy; she doesn't belong in Slytherin." Hermione said thoughtfully.
"I never thought I'd hear myself say it, but I'm with Malfoy." Ron said in shock at what he had just said.
"About was?" asked a haughty voice. "Oh Harry, I need to speak with you."
"Malfoy told Ron not to copy answers off of Harry in homework, and I was agreeing with Malfoy, because Harry has lots of wrong answers. It's from Charms."
Sylvia groaned. "Oh, I hope I don't have to tutor him in another class. I swear, if Snape makes me do double time, because Harry can't pay attention, I'll scream. Of course, I have plenty of time. All of my homework is done." Sylvia looked at Hermione, challenging her to say something.
Ron looked as if he was expecting a fight, and Harry looked kind of scared as Hermione stood up. "For your information, Epans, I have finished all of my homework and have done twice the required material."
Sylvia sneered. "How cute. Harry, let's go. I need to give you my schedule, so we can find out what days to do tutoring. If I have to do it, I'd better do it right."
Ron had to hold Hermione back from attacking Sylvia as Harry followed her.
***********************************************
"Why do you aggravate her like that?" Harry asked Sylvia.
"Well, she's almost smarter than me, and to top it all off, she's a Mudblood."
"Sylvia, please don't use that term. It drives me crazy, and it's extremely offensive."
"It's supposed to be."
Harry rolled his eyes.
"Plus, when my father found out about her beating me in the Ancient Runes, he nearly killed me-and her." She said, smiling at the memory.
"Why are you smiling?"
"I told him that Lord Voldemort was supposed to kill me, not him. I got smacked for that, but he freaked out and ran off."
"What, he lives here?" Harry asked.
"Hell no. He just visits me to make sure I'm being a good student."
"And also, why do you use the term Voldemort?"
She smiled. "When someone tries to kill you, it's obvious that you're going to have to use their names. Plus, it drives my father crazy!" she laughed.
"So he tried to kill you too?"
She spun around and got very close to Harry's face. "I wasn't supposed to be born, especially with the parents I had. Can you keep a big secret?"
Harry nodded.
"I-I-I'm not really a Pureblood. My mother was Muggleborn. And if anyone except the Malfoy's and my parents know, they I'll be screwed, and our family name will be ruined forever."
"And that's it?"
"Look, it may not matter to you, or any other people, but being Pureblood is a privilege. Now, Voldemort found out about me. He got upset, as Father was in his closest circle and my mother and father hid me in this room." She motioned at her room as they walked into it.
"Who was your mother?"
"That's not a story you'll be hearing about anytime soon. My mother was Muggleborn, which is probably why I hate all of them so much, especially the females."
"Like Hermione."
"Exactly."
"Well, how did your parents meet?"
"Here. They didn't like each other very much, and then one day, poof! I happened. But my father was- and still is- an arrogant asshole and when he realized what he had done and freaked. He was really in trouble, because stupid Barty Crouch and Bellatrix Lestrange found out and blackmailed-" she stopped short, hearing footsteps coming.
"Quick! In the closet!" she hissed and threw him into her wardrobe.
"Miss Epans, you really should be getting ready for class. It starts in a half an hour. Wouldn't want to not be prepared?"
Sylvia kept her sarcastic-ness and laughed. "Yes Severus."
"Don't call me that!" he flared.
"Fine then….Snivellus!" her smile widened.
"And where might you have heard that term?"
Sylvia picked up a black leather-bound book. Snape stared at her, trying to figure out what she was doing. She began to read. "Today, James Potter dubbed me the name 'Snivellus'. Oh, how I hate the little vain bastard. He thinks he can have Lily Evans. Oh, how I wish she weren't a Mudblood. She really likes me, and is kind to everyone, even the Slytherins like myself. I have no chance, but I can wish. Oh, how she hates James. Kind of funny, really. Actually, it's hilarious. When Black and Potter tried to knight me that name, she went crazy and shoved their inflated heads into that lake, using Winguarduim Leviosa. It made my day. I-"
"SHUT UP!" Snape bellowed, as if he had suddenly come out of a flashback.
He strode across the room and pinned her to the wall. She grinned. "What, I can't read about you and my mother?"
"You had no right."
"Well, you told me I couldn't call you Father after I tried calling you Daddy or Dad, so what the hell was I supposed to do? I tried a different approach. I suppose now you just want to throw me out of the castle to be taken by Voldemort? Pretty please with sugar on top?"
"Don't use the Dark Lord's name!"
"What, you still worship him? Oh yeah, even if you did, you can't do anything about it, because he'd NEVER let you worship him, because you screwed a Mudblood and had me!!!!!!" Sylvia raged, pushing him away with all her might. "And I've been locked up in the castle for sixteen years!!!"
"Is that what you think? That I hate you for the Dark Lord's decision to remove my from the Death Eaters? Well, you're so wrong." Snape said in disgust.
"Well, from the little information you've given me, that's what I got. So, Father, tell me: Why do you hate me so?"
"You have your mother's face and my own sarcasm. I can't stand to see it."
Sylvia couldn't seem to reply.
"Fine. I need to go speak with Miss Granger. She wants to know about her homework. Good day."
Snape spun around and slammed the door with all the strength he could muster.
As soon as he left, Sylvia had tears streaming down her face.
Harry opened the closet door and stared at her. "You're my half sister?"
She stared at him, still crying. "Somewhat. And my real last name is Snape." She began crying all over again.
"Why is it Epans?" Harry asked, unable to write it down on a piece of paper and see for himself.
"It's Snape spelled backwards and it sounds a lot like Evans, our mother's maiden name."
"And Severus Snape is your father?"
"I'd better tell you the whole story.
"About seventeen years ago, my father visited our mother to see how she was. It turns out that my father had the hots for her, and decided to try and impress her by telling her that he knew of Voldemorts' whereabouts, just so he'd have a one-up against James. Idiot, isn't he? Anyways, she was delighted and invited him to dinenr with her and James; your father.
"Well, James was furious when he found out, and said quite a few nasty things to Father. Mother was outraged and accidentally "Made it up" to him. You know what happened.
"Turns out she got pregnant. Father didn't want James to be mad at Mother, so she told him that he had raped her. James was furious and beat him up badly.
"Naturally, when Voldemort found out, he was out raged that Father would EVER have a connection with a Mudblood, so he was ready to murder him. But Lucius Malfoy, who had a lot of power where the Dark Lord is concerned took pity on his old friend and managed to convince Voldemort to keep him there, as he could be a spy for that side. But you might remember a young man named Barty Crouch. He found out and was outraged and managed to convince Voldemort that Father was a traitor, over Malfoy and Father's pleads. But he continued to worship Voldemort, a man who had given him a home when no one else had.
"Well, there was a surprise. Mother had twins. Born on July 25th. One named Sylvia, who had her father's exact features and her mother's expressions, who was born last, and the first was a young boy named Harry, who looked just like his father. You see, our fathers' erm- sperm was fused together and fertilized a twin egg. At least, that's how Father described it in his diary. You and I are twins with two fathers, Harry.
"Father then found out Voldemort's plan to kill you and anyone else who got in the way. He immediately set off to warn Mother and James. His 'Dark Lord loving days' were over, all because of his incredible love for Lily Potter. She allowed him to take us to safety: This very room at Hogwarts, where Father had just gotten a teaching job as Potions master. But once again, James found out and took you back, as he knew I wasn't supposed to be his baby.
"When Father found out that they had died, he was left heartbroken, and refused to take you in. Instead, he decided to blame his own flesh, whom he already had and hate her for all it was worth.
"And you know the rest of the story." Sylvia finished up. "I'm really sorry about all of this, and it really sucks having Severus Snape for a half-father. But I think he really does care about me. Maybe….even you." She said with a shrug.
"How do you know all of this?"
"Well, letters, diaries, and what my father has told me."
"You really don't hate him, do you?"
She looked at him and took in a deep breath. "I hate what he's done to me, but I don't hate him." She concluded.
"I had no idea- wow." Harry said.
"That was my reaction, too." She finally said, smiling.
"And you kissed me and I…" Harry trailed off.
She blushed. "I lost myself there."
They stared at each other. "So, what do we do now?" Harry asked as Malfoy walked into the room.
****************************************************
"So, Sylvia told you everything?" Malfoy asked as they walked from Defense Against the Dark Arts. They quickly turned into an empty corridor and began to talk.
"Yeah, she did. Everything. And like you said, all I can do is feel bad for her. I could see why you Slytherins hate her, but I don't. She's my twin sister."
"Your half twin sister."
"Let me ask you something: Do I look like Snape?"
"When you are mad, I can see you flare up like him and you have the same type of anger. Nothing else. Just like Sylvia, who has that extreme knack for making Snape miserable when you aren't already." Malfoy replied with a grin.
"What exactly do you do with Sylvia?"
""Snape told me to act like a friend and help him out when she's too much to handle. I am sure that she'll be a lot better now that you know about her."
"Why?"
"Because she'll be happier now that her twin is back with her. Have you ever felt incomplete?"
"When I'm at the Dursley's."
"Exactly, because Sylvia is here and when you are here, you have your twin counterpart of you here, and feel somewhat complete. Did you feel more peaceful when Sylvia was in your classes?"
"Yes. But why do you hate her so badly?"
"I don't, I suppose. In fact, I think that she's a brilliant person with some issues. My father would murder me if I ever said that to him. Of course, he'd have to spend another lifetime in Azkaban if he did that, but one lifetime is enough, isn't it?" Malfoy glared at him, still upset about his father being there.
"So are you proud of his accomplishments?"
"Once again, comes Slytherin Logic. We transferred half of our souls to each other in a blood pact, so I think you might understand me: I am proud about how high of a rank he his, but not WHO is ranking him, Let me tell you right now that as much as I may praise the Dark Lord, if I ever praise him at all, I will never join his crew of Death Eaters or activists, because I am a coward. And he knows it. The only person who I would ever put my life in death for them is you, Harry. That is because I have a part of you and you have a part of me. We can tell who is feeling what. Oh Harry, I felt your heart breaking as Sylvia told you the story. You could also feel my sadness and pity for both of you. And I don't think I have ever felt those feelings until now."
"We have a link?"
"Yes, which was something I did not intend to do."
"What did you intend?"
"Just that we could only tell the truth to each other and somewhat relate to each other's feelings, not feel them."
"So if I was to die…."
"Then I'd feel grief, unimaginable grief. It would be only a short while before I committed suicide. We share souls, Harry. Half of me would be dead. And no one can live with a half soul."
"So what did the spell actually do?"
"This spell was made for- um- lovers wanting to be more than married, or people who want two enemies to become friends. Or more than friends. This spell makes two people soul mates."
"We are- what?!" Harry asked.
Malfoy grinned at his surprise. "Soul mates are two people who are bound to be tied together, however they choose. This comparison may hurt and it'll hurt me, and I'm sorry about it, but you and Sirius were indeed soul mates. However, you did not share a soul."
As Harry's own eyes spilled with tears, Malfoy's eyes filled with his own.
"Just now, you cried because I cried?"
Malfoy nodded. "And I have Griffindor traits in me. And you have enen more Slytherin traits in you."
"From who else? Oh yeah. Voldemort and Snape."
Malfoy flinched at the name and then took in a deep breath. "Yeah, V-V-V-V-Voldemort gave you some of his soul. That's a little different, though. We poured out half our souls willingly to each other, while V-V-V-Voldemort only gave a little to you."
Harry nodded.
"And the only sole reason I said His name was because you are in me, and I know you use His name." Malfoy explained.
"So back to the lovers thing: We are not lovers?"
Malfoy laughed. "Only if we want to. No offense or anything, but I feel nothing for you."
Harry laughed, but he couldn't help feeling as if Malfoy was holding something back. In fact, maybe he was too.
"It does meant hat we are tied to each other. Which means we can't be far apart emotionally. Which means we have to be really good friends. And come on, who can hate half of yourself?" Malfoy grinned. "Especially when one of that half is so damn good looking."
"Thanks for the compliment. I know I am."
Malfoy made a face, and the two laughed. Malfoy was actually a halfway decent guy. "I guess we're stuck together, aren't we Malfoy?"
"Better you than Voldemort. Or my father. Or your Snapey- half father."
**********************************************
End of Part 1N/A: Hehe, I had fun typing this up. I do want to tell you guys a cool story. I swear I won't continue it if you don't review my fic at the end of the next part. And I like this little mini-fic I wrote.
One day, there was a starfish named Patrick Star. There was a Sponge named Spongebob Squarepants. There was a squid named Squidward. At least, everyone thought he was a squid. He liked Krabby Patties. They were good. Patrick laughed. END OF PART 1.