A/N -- Well, I'm really trying to keep up with this story...I have all
these ideas going through my head, and I have been trying to keep them
separated and organized. I write them down and keep them in order, but I
have to find out how I want to put them into the story.
Disclaimer: -- I don't own Harry Potter or any other characters...except for Marianna and Jamie Lee.
Now, on with it!
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"Well, we're here, Harry," Mr. Weasley said, turning the car down a dirt road. Harry smiled. It had been over a year since he was at the Borrow. He always thought it as home away from home. The car came to a stop and Harry stepped out. He noticed three people flying on broomsticks, and could only make out two of them, Ginny and Ron. He wondered who the other person could be. He saw Hermione sitting under the big oak tree reading non other than a book.
"Go on, Harry. I'll take your stuff up to the house," Mr. Weasley said, hulling Harry's stuff out of the car.
"Alright," Harry said, smiling a bit. He ambled over to where Hermione was sitting under the tree. "Hey, 'Mione. What you reading there?" He took a seat next to her on the grass.
"Shakespeare's greatest works," Hermione said without looking up.
"Shakespeare's..."
"Muggle. I know," Hermione finished the sentence. "Ron was on my case about it for a while. I told him that I am the daughter of two Muggles. Can't I read Muggle books along with the books from school?" Harry shrugged and looked up to the sky where the three figures where flying.
"'Mione, who is that up there with Ron and Ginny?" Harry asked.
"Oh, that's Mrs. Weasley's goddaughter, Marianna. She's the one that gave me the book. She's a real nice girl, Harry. Funny thing is, she reminds me a lot of you. Likes to break the school rules." She looked at Harry with a sly look on her face. She tilted her head up towards the sky and yelled, "Hey guys! Harry's here!"
Harry looked up, and saw the three figures gently land on the grass. To his surprise, the one that was Marianna was riding her broomstick sideways in a short red and beige plaid skirt.
"Hiya Harry!" Ron said, laying his new Comet against the tree. "How have you been? This is Marianna, Mum's goddaughter."
"Yeah, I know. Hermione told me," Harry said. He directed his attention to the curly black hair girl with bright hazel eyes. Her facial expression reminder him of someone he knew once before, but couldn't put his finger on it. After a minute he said, "Hi Marianna. I'm Harry..."
"I know who you are. You are Harry Potter...The Boy Who Lived...*Wonder Boy*," Marianna smirked. Harry was taken back. It was something that Malfoy would have said. "Sorry. I didn't know you would think I would remind you of the biggest git in your school. Don't worry, I was just joshing ya on the *wonder boy* part."
"Oh...it's all right Marianna," Harry said.
"Please call me Mari. Everyone else does."
"Alright." *Where had he heard that name before?* "Where are you from by the way? Your accent is different."
"She grew up in America," Ginny answered.
"America? Really! How is it?" Harry asked. He never knew anyone from America. It was a place nobody around England would talk about, except for the Muggles.
"Oh, it's alright. Schools aren't the best. Well, the Muggle ones are excellent, but the wizard ones really sucked, particularly Salem's School for Young Witches. Arg! It was hell. No, really, I'm serious!" Marianna said. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Harry looked at her like they couldn't believe what she was saying.
"You hated school?" Harry asked.
Marianna slowly sat down on the ground making sure her skirt was flat. Harry noticed that she was a Quidditch player. Her body was toned. But there was something about her that made him it so hard to remember who she was, or whom she reminded him of.
"With a *passion*!" Marianna said, leaning back with her legs straight out. She smiled, and then continued, "They had to start to use suspensions because detentions didn't faze me. Then they had to take me off the pitch! My word! Quidditch is the only thing that kept me in school! The nerve of them over there! Harry you know what it's like to be told not to do the one thing you *love* the most! I swear on my father's grave that my headmistress was out to get me. And she did! I mean, she expelled me for pulling a prank that was a classic!"
"And what was that?" Hermione asked, not looking up from her book.
"Well, it wasn't really a classic but it was an *old* prank. It's a charm that you put on someone's shampoo to make their hair a different colour. I just kind of revised it a little bit. I made it so everyone's hair was rather bright yellow or bubblegum pink for the whole school year. It's a prank my dad and uncle pulled on my uncle's girlfriend when they were at Hogwarts, except that it made her hair bright green. Oh well. Mother isn't quite happy though. She said that I'm going to end up like him," Marianna said. She sighed and laid on the grass, closing her eyes.
"You got expelled for that?" Ginny asked, wide eyed.
"Yeah. Kind of dumb, huh? Well, like I said before, the headmistress was out to get me," Marianna rolled to her side and continued, "Oh well. I told my mom that I wouldn't make it past my fifth year. She didn't believe me at all. Daddy did though. Too bad that I only got to see him for two years."
"Two years? What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"Mother and Daddy were separated since I was three or four. I don't know why, well I do, but I promised mother that I wouldn't say anything until the time is right. Don't know why."
"Maybe because your mother wants to say," Hermione said, marking her page, and setting down her book.
Marianna looked at Hermione and laughed. "Mother won't want to say. She's really...I don't know. But all I know is that Mother told Molly that I'm not to say a word about my family until Molly says it's okay." Marianna looked around, and could see confused faces on everyone. "What? That's what she told me."
"Children!" They could hear Mrs. Weasley's voice from the doorway of the house. "Fred and George are here! C'mon in! Supper's almost done!"
"Fred and George are here? I thought they had their own place?" Marianna asked.
"They do, but Mum invited them over," Ron said.
"She figured that you might wanted to see them again," Ginny added.
Marianna smiled. Harry noticed that her eyes had a glint to them that reminded him a lot of some one he knew. It was killing him that he couldn't figure out who she reminded him of. At the same time he couldn't believe how beautiful she was. She had long legs and a great body. **She might even did some Muggle sports when she lived in America, ** Harry thought. Her arms were toned, but not too much, and she was tanned, probably from all the sun that she has gotten from matches and practices.
"Do you think Mum is gonna let you tell him the truth?" Ginny asked Marianna under her breath.
"I hope so, if not, then I'm gonna say anyway," Marianna answered. She reached back and untied her hair from the ponytail. Harry noticed that her black curly hair fell past her shoulders, almost to her waist.
"Mum won't like that, you know. She thinks that your mother and your aunt's sister had a right to keep you two apart. I mean, he's a lot like his father as are you. Who *knows* how much trouble you two could get into!" Ginny said. Harry wondered who they were talking about.
He cleared his throat and both girls turned to look at him. Marianna smiled sweetly and winked. "You're not eavesdropping, are you Harry?" Marianna asked. Ginny held back a giggle.
"No, he was not. But you guys were talking rather loudly," Ron said in Harry's defense.
"I believe Harry can speak for himself, Ron. And I also believe that his answer is different than yours," Marianna reprimanded Ron. Ron bowed his head, with a red face. "If you have a question, Harry, don't be tentative. Ask, or I will just answer it before you ask."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
Marianna just looked at him, smiled, and turned her attention back to Ginny as they made their way to the Burrow.
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A/N: Sorry this Chapter is really short and dumb...but this is all my head has...
Disclaimer: -- I don't own Harry Potter or any other characters...except for Marianna and Jamie Lee.
Now, on with it!
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"Well, we're here, Harry," Mr. Weasley said, turning the car down a dirt road. Harry smiled. It had been over a year since he was at the Borrow. He always thought it as home away from home. The car came to a stop and Harry stepped out. He noticed three people flying on broomsticks, and could only make out two of them, Ginny and Ron. He wondered who the other person could be. He saw Hermione sitting under the big oak tree reading non other than a book.
"Go on, Harry. I'll take your stuff up to the house," Mr. Weasley said, hulling Harry's stuff out of the car.
"Alright," Harry said, smiling a bit. He ambled over to where Hermione was sitting under the tree. "Hey, 'Mione. What you reading there?" He took a seat next to her on the grass.
"Shakespeare's greatest works," Hermione said without looking up.
"Shakespeare's..."
"Muggle. I know," Hermione finished the sentence. "Ron was on my case about it for a while. I told him that I am the daughter of two Muggles. Can't I read Muggle books along with the books from school?" Harry shrugged and looked up to the sky where the three figures where flying.
"'Mione, who is that up there with Ron and Ginny?" Harry asked.
"Oh, that's Mrs. Weasley's goddaughter, Marianna. She's the one that gave me the book. She's a real nice girl, Harry. Funny thing is, she reminds me a lot of you. Likes to break the school rules." She looked at Harry with a sly look on her face. She tilted her head up towards the sky and yelled, "Hey guys! Harry's here!"
Harry looked up, and saw the three figures gently land on the grass. To his surprise, the one that was Marianna was riding her broomstick sideways in a short red and beige plaid skirt.
"Hiya Harry!" Ron said, laying his new Comet against the tree. "How have you been? This is Marianna, Mum's goddaughter."
"Yeah, I know. Hermione told me," Harry said. He directed his attention to the curly black hair girl with bright hazel eyes. Her facial expression reminder him of someone he knew once before, but couldn't put his finger on it. After a minute he said, "Hi Marianna. I'm Harry..."
"I know who you are. You are Harry Potter...The Boy Who Lived...*Wonder Boy*," Marianna smirked. Harry was taken back. It was something that Malfoy would have said. "Sorry. I didn't know you would think I would remind you of the biggest git in your school. Don't worry, I was just joshing ya on the *wonder boy* part."
"Oh...it's all right Marianna," Harry said.
"Please call me Mari. Everyone else does."
"Alright." *Where had he heard that name before?* "Where are you from by the way? Your accent is different."
"She grew up in America," Ginny answered.
"America? Really! How is it?" Harry asked. He never knew anyone from America. It was a place nobody around England would talk about, except for the Muggles.
"Oh, it's alright. Schools aren't the best. Well, the Muggle ones are excellent, but the wizard ones really sucked, particularly Salem's School for Young Witches. Arg! It was hell. No, really, I'm serious!" Marianna said. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Harry looked at her like they couldn't believe what she was saying.
"You hated school?" Harry asked.
Marianna slowly sat down on the ground making sure her skirt was flat. Harry noticed that she was a Quidditch player. Her body was toned. But there was something about her that made him it so hard to remember who she was, or whom she reminded him of.
"With a *passion*!" Marianna said, leaning back with her legs straight out. She smiled, and then continued, "They had to start to use suspensions because detentions didn't faze me. Then they had to take me off the pitch! My word! Quidditch is the only thing that kept me in school! The nerve of them over there! Harry you know what it's like to be told not to do the one thing you *love* the most! I swear on my father's grave that my headmistress was out to get me. And she did! I mean, she expelled me for pulling a prank that was a classic!"
"And what was that?" Hermione asked, not looking up from her book.
"Well, it wasn't really a classic but it was an *old* prank. It's a charm that you put on someone's shampoo to make their hair a different colour. I just kind of revised it a little bit. I made it so everyone's hair was rather bright yellow or bubblegum pink for the whole school year. It's a prank my dad and uncle pulled on my uncle's girlfriend when they were at Hogwarts, except that it made her hair bright green. Oh well. Mother isn't quite happy though. She said that I'm going to end up like him," Marianna said. She sighed and laid on the grass, closing her eyes.
"You got expelled for that?" Ginny asked, wide eyed.
"Yeah. Kind of dumb, huh? Well, like I said before, the headmistress was out to get me," Marianna rolled to her side and continued, "Oh well. I told my mom that I wouldn't make it past my fifth year. She didn't believe me at all. Daddy did though. Too bad that I only got to see him for two years."
"Two years? What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"Mother and Daddy were separated since I was three or four. I don't know why, well I do, but I promised mother that I wouldn't say anything until the time is right. Don't know why."
"Maybe because your mother wants to say," Hermione said, marking her page, and setting down her book.
Marianna looked at Hermione and laughed. "Mother won't want to say. She's really...I don't know. But all I know is that Mother told Molly that I'm not to say a word about my family until Molly says it's okay." Marianna looked around, and could see confused faces on everyone. "What? That's what she told me."
"Children!" They could hear Mrs. Weasley's voice from the doorway of the house. "Fred and George are here! C'mon in! Supper's almost done!"
"Fred and George are here? I thought they had their own place?" Marianna asked.
"They do, but Mum invited them over," Ron said.
"She figured that you might wanted to see them again," Ginny added.
Marianna smiled. Harry noticed that her eyes had a glint to them that reminded him a lot of some one he knew. It was killing him that he couldn't figure out who she reminded him of. At the same time he couldn't believe how beautiful she was. She had long legs and a great body. **She might even did some Muggle sports when she lived in America, ** Harry thought. Her arms were toned, but not too much, and she was tanned, probably from all the sun that she has gotten from matches and practices.
"Do you think Mum is gonna let you tell him the truth?" Ginny asked Marianna under her breath.
"I hope so, if not, then I'm gonna say anyway," Marianna answered. She reached back and untied her hair from the ponytail. Harry noticed that her black curly hair fell past her shoulders, almost to her waist.
"Mum won't like that, you know. She thinks that your mother and your aunt's sister had a right to keep you two apart. I mean, he's a lot like his father as are you. Who *knows* how much trouble you two could get into!" Ginny said. Harry wondered who they were talking about.
He cleared his throat and both girls turned to look at him. Marianna smiled sweetly and winked. "You're not eavesdropping, are you Harry?" Marianna asked. Ginny held back a giggle.
"No, he was not. But you guys were talking rather loudly," Ron said in Harry's defense.
"I believe Harry can speak for himself, Ron. And I also believe that his answer is different than yours," Marianna reprimanded Ron. Ron bowed his head, with a red face. "If you have a question, Harry, don't be tentative. Ask, or I will just answer it before you ask."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
Marianna just looked at him, smiled, and turned her attention back to Ginny as they made their way to the Burrow.
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A/N: Sorry this Chapter is really short and dumb...but this is all my head has...