I A/N -- I finally working on Chapter Five here...so yea...lol! I hope you
like it!
Disclaimer: -- I don't own Harry Potter or any other characters...except for Marianna and Jamie Lee...and of course, the plot and ideas...
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Harry lay there in his bed next to Ron's. Thoughts were racing through his head; trying to sort them all. How could Marianna be his cousin? How come no one ever told him that his father had a younger sister who married his godfather? And why didn't Aunt Petunia tell him that his mother's best friend was his father's sister?
Harry got out of bed. He couldn't sleep with the thoughts that he had in his head. He kept replaying the conversation he had with Marianna in his head. How Voldemort was after both his family and Marianna's. How Sirius still believed that Voldemort was still around and that he needed to protect his wife and his three-year-old daughter; so he left them. They moved to America two years later, changed their lives, changed their appearances, and changed everything. This girl, who was his cousin, was a metamorphmagus, and that she had the same power of external penetration that Voldemort has.
'But it's not like she purposely reads others' thoughts,' Harry thought to himself. He found himself in the kitchen; he reached for a glass, and filled it up with water. He felt the cool water make its way to his stomach. 'And it's not like she really wants to hurt me or anything, like Voldemort does.'
"What makes you so sure, Harry?" Marianna's voice said. Harry turned around slowly to see the girl standing in the kitchen's doorway. Her black hair was pulled back in a high, but messy, ponytail. She was wearing a pair of shorts with a sweatshirt that had University Penn State on it.
Harry felt his stomach leap. Did she really mean what she said? He knew Marianna read his thoughts, because she answered them, "No Harry, I didn't mean it that way. But sometimes I *do* deliberately read someone's thoughts and memories. The best thing about this is that I can tell if someone is lying." Harry looked at his cousin, not knowing what to say.
"Ah, c'mon Harry! I never really mean to hurt someone when I do. Well, only when it comes to Ron, that little twit. But I still love him. He's like a little brother to me," Marianna explained.
"I see," Harry said. He sat down at the table with his glass of water. Marianna made her way to the cupboard. She grabbed a yellow apple and wiped it off on her sweatshirt, then took a seat across from Harry.
"Harry, are you all right? I can sense that you're not," Marianna asked. Her hazel eyes were big and full of concern. Harry looked at his cousin. He knew she wasn't reading his mind, he didn't know how or why, but he knew that she wasn't going to read his problem right then and there.
Harry ran his hand through his jet-black hair. He cleared his throat, and then said, "Why didn't Sirius tell me about you and your mother?" He avoided eye contact with Marianna. "I mean, you're his daughter. He had three years to tell me, and he said nothing. Was he ashamed?"
Marianna's big hazel eyes were fixed on Harry's face. She gave a heavy sigh and started, "Harry, he only tried to protect me and mother. He told mother that he wanted us as far away from Voldemort as possible, and he said he couldn't handle someone else so close to him dead." She paused. Harry noticed that she was thinking. She began again, "Daddy meant well Harry. He loved mother and me. He loved Lily and James like they were family. He loved you Harry. If he didn't, he wouldn't have tried to escape from Azkaban to keep you safe from Peter and Voldemort.
"He was never ashamed. Just a fussbudget when it came to me. He knew you were safe with Petunia, even though he wished that you could live with us. He never did like Petunia and Vernon, just by the fact how they treated Lily and James. Did you know that Petunia never went to their wedding? I mean, Lily's cousins went, but not her own sister."
"I didn't know that," Harry admitted. "I really didn't know anything about my parents until my first year at Hogwarts. The past five years, I've learned more about my parents from people I've never known before."
"I know how that feels. I never got to see my father from the age of three up to around age fourteen." Marianna bit into the apple. "But I at least knew my father, and you didn't know either one of them. Thing is, I could tell you lots of things about your parents if you want me to." Harry looked at her blankly. She took two more bites out of the apple and then set it down. She folded her hands and leaned forward towards Harry. "What are you thinking?"
"You mean you're not reading?" Harry questioned.
Marianna laughed. Harry noticed she looked as lively as Sirius once did when he found something funny. "No! I respect you're privacy. So, what are you thinking?"
Harry pondered for a moment, then said, "So you remember my parents?"
"Vaguely, but a little...it was like a jigsaw puzzle. I took my memories and put them together with my parents and the Weasley's. If I took all of them, and told you, it would be a lot of mumbo jumbo to you." Marianna paused and looked at Harry. He had a baffled look on his face. "See, you *are* confused!" Marianna giggled.
"I am not!" Harry defended himself, "I wasn't really confused with what you said!"
"Yeah, yeah, sure, sure." Marianna just shook her head and chuckled a little bit. She took another bite out of her apple and chewed slowly, thinking what to say next. Harry took a sip of his water.
A long, uncomfortable silence passed between the two. Neither knew what to say at the moment.
After about ten minutes, Harry broke the silence. "So, you're going to Hogwarts this year?"
Marianna nodded.
"So you'll be in you're seventh year right?"
Marianna shook her head.
"Why?"
Marianna took a deep breath and stated, "I refused to go to Salem's when I was eleven. When I found out what happened to Daddy, Uncle James, and Auntie Lily, I didn't want to be a witch. Not if I was going to end up dead or in Azkaban. But, Mother talked some sense into me to get me to go. It was fun at first, but then Headmistress Schmutz came my third year. I didn't like her at all. She'd probably remind you a lot of that Umbridge lady you had last year. I tell you one thing, when she took me off the pitch, I did more than what you did when Umbridge took you off."
Marianna sighed and rubbed her eyes. Harry noticed that Marianna also stifled a yawn.
"It's getting late Harry. Aren't we going to Diagon Alley tomorrow in the early morning?" Marianna asked. She got up from her chair.
Harry nodded. "Yes, we are. Marianna..."
"Hm?"
"I'm glad I've met you," Harry said.
"Same here, Harry. Same here," Marianna said, hugging Harry.
The both walked quietly up the stairs to their rooms.
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A/N: Sorry for the long, but boring chapter...
Disclaimer: -- I don't own Harry Potter or any other characters...except for Marianna and Jamie Lee...and of course, the plot and ideas...
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Harry lay there in his bed next to Ron's. Thoughts were racing through his head; trying to sort them all. How could Marianna be his cousin? How come no one ever told him that his father had a younger sister who married his godfather? And why didn't Aunt Petunia tell him that his mother's best friend was his father's sister?
Harry got out of bed. He couldn't sleep with the thoughts that he had in his head. He kept replaying the conversation he had with Marianna in his head. How Voldemort was after both his family and Marianna's. How Sirius still believed that Voldemort was still around and that he needed to protect his wife and his three-year-old daughter; so he left them. They moved to America two years later, changed their lives, changed their appearances, and changed everything. This girl, who was his cousin, was a metamorphmagus, and that she had the same power of external penetration that Voldemort has.
'But it's not like she purposely reads others' thoughts,' Harry thought to himself. He found himself in the kitchen; he reached for a glass, and filled it up with water. He felt the cool water make its way to his stomach. 'And it's not like she really wants to hurt me or anything, like Voldemort does.'
"What makes you so sure, Harry?" Marianna's voice said. Harry turned around slowly to see the girl standing in the kitchen's doorway. Her black hair was pulled back in a high, but messy, ponytail. She was wearing a pair of shorts with a sweatshirt that had University Penn State on it.
Harry felt his stomach leap. Did she really mean what she said? He knew Marianna read his thoughts, because she answered them, "No Harry, I didn't mean it that way. But sometimes I *do* deliberately read someone's thoughts and memories. The best thing about this is that I can tell if someone is lying." Harry looked at his cousin, not knowing what to say.
"Ah, c'mon Harry! I never really mean to hurt someone when I do. Well, only when it comes to Ron, that little twit. But I still love him. He's like a little brother to me," Marianna explained.
"I see," Harry said. He sat down at the table with his glass of water. Marianna made her way to the cupboard. She grabbed a yellow apple and wiped it off on her sweatshirt, then took a seat across from Harry.
"Harry, are you all right? I can sense that you're not," Marianna asked. Her hazel eyes were big and full of concern. Harry looked at his cousin. He knew she wasn't reading his mind, he didn't know how or why, but he knew that she wasn't going to read his problem right then and there.
Harry ran his hand through his jet-black hair. He cleared his throat, and then said, "Why didn't Sirius tell me about you and your mother?" He avoided eye contact with Marianna. "I mean, you're his daughter. He had three years to tell me, and he said nothing. Was he ashamed?"
Marianna's big hazel eyes were fixed on Harry's face. She gave a heavy sigh and started, "Harry, he only tried to protect me and mother. He told mother that he wanted us as far away from Voldemort as possible, and he said he couldn't handle someone else so close to him dead." She paused. Harry noticed that she was thinking. She began again, "Daddy meant well Harry. He loved mother and me. He loved Lily and James like they were family. He loved you Harry. If he didn't, he wouldn't have tried to escape from Azkaban to keep you safe from Peter and Voldemort.
"He was never ashamed. Just a fussbudget when it came to me. He knew you were safe with Petunia, even though he wished that you could live with us. He never did like Petunia and Vernon, just by the fact how they treated Lily and James. Did you know that Petunia never went to their wedding? I mean, Lily's cousins went, but not her own sister."
"I didn't know that," Harry admitted. "I really didn't know anything about my parents until my first year at Hogwarts. The past five years, I've learned more about my parents from people I've never known before."
"I know how that feels. I never got to see my father from the age of three up to around age fourteen." Marianna bit into the apple. "But I at least knew my father, and you didn't know either one of them. Thing is, I could tell you lots of things about your parents if you want me to." Harry looked at her blankly. She took two more bites out of the apple and then set it down. She folded her hands and leaned forward towards Harry. "What are you thinking?"
"You mean you're not reading?" Harry questioned.
Marianna laughed. Harry noticed she looked as lively as Sirius once did when he found something funny. "No! I respect you're privacy. So, what are you thinking?"
Harry pondered for a moment, then said, "So you remember my parents?"
"Vaguely, but a little...it was like a jigsaw puzzle. I took my memories and put them together with my parents and the Weasley's. If I took all of them, and told you, it would be a lot of mumbo jumbo to you." Marianna paused and looked at Harry. He had a baffled look on his face. "See, you *are* confused!" Marianna giggled.
"I am not!" Harry defended himself, "I wasn't really confused with what you said!"
"Yeah, yeah, sure, sure." Marianna just shook her head and chuckled a little bit. She took another bite out of her apple and chewed slowly, thinking what to say next. Harry took a sip of his water.
A long, uncomfortable silence passed between the two. Neither knew what to say at the moment.
After about ten minutes, Harry broke the silence. "So, you're going to Hogwarts this year?"
Marianna nodded.
"So you'll be in you're seventh year right?"
Marianna shook her head.
"Why?"
Marianna took a deep breath and stated, "I refused to go to Salem's when I was eleven. When I found out what happened to Daddy, Uncle James, and Auntie Lily, I didn't want to be a witch. Not if I was going to end up dead or in Azkaban. But, Mother talked some sense into me to get me to go. It was fun at first, but then Headmistress Schmutz came my third year. I didn't like her at all. She'd probably remind you a lot of that Umbridge lady you had last year. I tell you one thing, when she took me off the pitch, I did more than what you did when Umbridge took you off."
Marianna sighed and rubbed her eyes. Harry noticed that Marianna also stifled a yawn.
"It's getting late Harry. Aren't we going to Diagon Alley tomorrow in the early morning?" Marianna asked. She got up from her chair.
Harry nodded. "Yes, we are. Marianna..."
"Hm?"
"I'm glad I've met you," Harry said.
"Same here, Harry. Same here," Marianna said, hugging Harry.
The both walked quietly up the stairs to their rooms.
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A/N: Sorry for the long, but boring chapter...