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Harry Potter and the Death Eater's Kiss
Chapter 1: Surprising and not so Surprising News
Harry Potter sat on his bed in his bedroom at Number Four Privet Drive. It was three in the morning of Saturday. August 20th. He was to be starting his seventh year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he was excited, for it was his last year, and for some reason, he felt that this year was going to be exceptionally exciting.
Not that all of his six other years at Hogwarts weren't exciting, and well, most of you would know the story behind that.
Ever since Voldemort had made his comeback publicly known, the Daily Prophet and even Muggle news practically screamed about violence and countless deaths of innocence. Voldemort had been the cause of mysterious deaths and disappearances in both the wizarding and Muggle world. Of course, the Ministry of Magic has been trying for the past year to conceal the real reason behind the wave of crime from muggles, since it would come as a terrible shock to them if they discovered that magic was real, let alone that it can be used against them. Man always feared what they did not understand.
As Harry sat there, his mind wandering, he could hear the distant snores from his aunt, uncle and cousin. Since Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts, the Dursleys have changed a bit, understanding what the outcome of Voldemort's comeback would mean. Of course, they were still afraid of Harry and the rest of the people involved with him, and still tried their best to look normal. But they grew a bit softer and even granted Harry permission to go wherever he wanted and do almost everything he wanted, granted that he did not use magic, and that he "behaved". A part of the reason of this action was because after Harry's fifth year, members of the Advance Guard threatened them to treat Harry right in the first place or else, answer to them.
Harry was to head to Number 12 Grimmauld Place that evening around midnight, but Harry could not sleep. Not because of excitement, but because of sadness and grief. He still blamed himself for Sirius' death in his fifth year, and was plagued constantly by dreams in which he would relive the ordeal, the fact that it could have been prevented, haunted Harry and had slowly begun to eat away at his conscience. His friends tried their best to convince him that things would be well, and that it was Sirius' fate to die. Harry was of course thankful, but it did not stop his boiling anger and thirst for revenge against Belatrix Lestrange.
Harry picked up the mirror that Sirius had given him about a year ago. True, he broke it at the end of his fifth year, but when he discovered its other uses, he was able to fix it magically. He used it every once in a while to talk with Lupin about his doings at Number Four. Ron and Hermione were there as well to carry on conversations with Harry if he was ever feeling lonely.
Harry looked back on the last time he tried calling out to someone from the mirror. He could see what was going on at the other side, vice-versa. When he tried talking in though, he could only see darkness, broken a bit by some moon light from the window. The mirror was facing the ceiling and he tried communicating to the other side.
"Hello? Anyone there?" Harry recalled him saying that night. He listened carefully, and he could hear whispers coming from his right side.
"Heeelllloooo?" He tried again. He listened again. Soon, the whisperers were soon very recognizable to Harry. They were the voices of Hermione and Ron!
"I've loved you since the first day we met." He had heard Ron say.
"Really? I've had feelings for you as well." He heard Hermione respond.
Then, Harry heard no more, so he probably guessed that were snogging (translation: making out) and decided to wait until later. The memory of that event made Harry laugh silently. Ron has always loved Hermione, and Hermione has always loved Ron.
Harry sighed with relief, as he had that time before. "Thank god those two have finally let it out." Harry said to himself with a smile.
He decided that he was going to badger Ron about that later, when he got to Number 12.
Harry thought more and more about things as he lay down on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. He looked to his left and smiled at the sleeping Hedwig in her cage.
Harry has changed, both physically and emotionally. He has now grown taller, and was nearly as tall as Ron. He could probably be about 5'9", where Ron was already hitting six feet. He had gained some muscle from Quidditch, and finally convinced his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon to get him contacts. These contacts of course, had showed off his eyes more and had transformed him into a chick magnet. He didn't mind of course, but it was still pretty weird to him. He was seventeen after all, and in his adolescence years.
Harry got up and opened his closet to peer at himself in the mirror. He was shirtless, and with a good enough shaped bod, abs and all. He wasn't at all changed by his appearance, but still liked the change all the same.
He was more sensitive these days, and his temper has improved greatly, much to the satisfaction of many. Of course, he was still like any guy, but was now less rebellious in a way.
Harry closed his closet door and laid down on his bed, sleep catching up to him.
That morning at 11'oclock, Harry woke up to the screams of Aunt Petunia. Harry dressed quickly and ran down the stairs wand in hand. He followed the screams to the kitchen, where he found Aunt Petunia just screaming because a dark chocolate brown colored owl had landed on her head. Uncle Vernon and Dudley were struggling to get the owl, but it flew out of their grasp and flew around their heads. When Harry entered the kitchen, putting his wand in his pocket, and trying not to laugh at what he now fancied to call "The Three Stooges" the owl saw him and landed on his shoulder, a letter attached to his beak. Harry took the letter and the owl flew out the open kitchen window.
The Dursleys gave Harry a look and Harry decided to skip brunch and went into the living room and sitting at the couch, opening the letter.
Dear Mr. Potter,
We have received information that a distant cousin of yours will be transferring to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She will be a foreign exchange student and will need help in finding her way around the school grounds. We ask that you will assist her in any of the things she may need.
You will be meeting her on August 29th, Friday in the Leaky Cauldron. We have already informed Tom, the owner, of your arrival. Just ask him about room number 37 and he will lead you to your cousin.
We regret that we cannot give you any further information on the matter, but we do trust that she will be safe if your hands.
Thank you and have a pleasant day.
Sincerely,
Minerva Mgonagal Deputy Headmistress. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Harry put the letter down and sat on the couch, thinking about what he had just read. He had a distant cousin. But from which side of his family? What will he be like? Wait a minute, how can I know that this person is a she, or a he, oh well; I might as well wait until the 29th to find out more.
He folded up the letter and headed up to his room. He picked up the mirror and sat at his desk, looking in his reflection.
"Number 12." Harry said at the mirror.
His reflection faded away and he found that the mirror was in the kitchen.
"Hello?" Harry said.
Lupin picked up the mirror and said, "Yes Harry?"
"Good morning." Harry said.
"Good morning Harry." Lupin said with a smile. He still looks the same, and just as shabby, but he looked much healthier, no doubt, to Mrs. Weasley's cooking.
"Uh, I just got a letter from Professor Mgonagal, saying that I am going to meet a distant cousin of mine at the Leaky Cauldron on the 29th. " Harry said.
"Ah I see, well that's news." Lupin said.
"Do you have any idea who it could be?" Harry asked.
"I don't think so." Lupin replied thoughtfully.
"Well, just thought I'd let you know that." Harry responded.
"Yes, thank you for the update, see you later." Lupin said.
"All right." Harry said.
Lupin's face faded and was replaced by Harry's reflection. Harry put down the mirror and set to packing the things for his departure.
That night, at 11:55 p.m., Harry brought his trunk, broomstick, cloak, and Hedwig's cage downstairs to the living room, with help from Dudley.
The Dursleys strongly protested to Harry's leaving so late at night, but agreed to it, seeing that it was the only way they would get rid of Harry.
Harry sat in the living room, with one lamp on, the curtains closed around all the windows in the room, so as to avoid any suspicious eyes.
He sat there for about five minutes. At exactly 12 midnight, Harry heard a knock at the front door. He whipped out his wand and cautiously made his way to the door. He opened the door slowly and to his surprise saw Lupin, dressed in regular muggle clothes, which consisted oh a plain blue T-shirt and jeans.
"All set Harry?" Lupin asked quietly.
"Yeah." Harry replied, pocketing his wand. They quietly hauled out his trunk and other belongings into the trunk of a Yellow Taxi. Harry thought it best that he did not ask any questions about it until they were safely at their destination.
Harry climbed into the backseat of the taxi and Lupin into the driver's seat. When Lupin secured everything, he started the engine and drove off. The minutes flew, then the hours, with less and more silence. It was a lot faster than they had expected and were soon at Number 12. Lupin turned off the engine and helped Harry carry his things to the front door of the Number 12 which had just appeared between houses Number 11 and 13. Harry and Lupin carried the things quietly inside the house and Lupin whispered him that he will be back in a while and left him standing in the now lit up hallway.
Mrs. Weasley came out from Harry's left and hugged him tightly.
"Welcome back Harry." She whispered.
Harry smiled at her as Ron came down quietly out of another room to his left, with a grin on his face. Harry and Ron carried Harry's things to the room him and Ron was to share and closed the door behind him. Harry sat down on the bed.
"Welcome back Harry!" Ron said, as Hermione and Ginny walked into the room, followed by Mr. Weasley, and to Harry's utter surprise, Percy.
"Hello Harry!" Hermione said, pulling him into a hug.
"Welcome back!" Ginny said.
"Nice to see you again chap." Percy said when Hermione released Harry out of her grasp, his hand outstretched. Harry took with a smile and shook it. "Well, sorry Harry, but I have to be off, just came in to say hello. Good day everyone." Percy said, leaving the room
"Great to see you all." Harry said, looking around at them.
Ron was of course, still about two inches taller than Harry and was in great shape. He was no longer lanky and skinny, but buff and more healthy looking. His freckles showed off more than ever, and his red hair was still the same, but he still looked good.
Hermione had grown taller as well, her bushy hair now straightened and in a pony tail. Her teeth were still as perfect as he had remembered, and now she had grown well, hotter, as one might say.
Ginny had grown to be about the same height as Hermione, her long red hair coming down to a few inches above her waist, her blue eyes sparkling. She had also grown more feminine as well, considering that she was now sixteen.
"So, uh, since when did Percy come back?" Harry asked, sitting on the bed again, remembering when Percy had deserted the family a year ago.
"He came and apologized to mum and dad after Voldemort revealed himself to the Ministry." Ginny said, sitting next to Harry, while Ron and Hermione sat on Ron's bed.
"That's good." Harry said.
"Harry you've grown." Hermione said.
"And you've got your hair straightened and flattened." Harry replied.
"Well, things can change in a certain amount of time." Hermione said with a smile.
"Speaking of changes," Harry said, grinning broadly, "I was trying to communicate with you guys over here with the mirror a few days ago, but no one was answering."
"Well what's that got to do with change?" Ron asked curiously.
"When I tried to listen if anyone was there, I heard you and Hermione whispering to each other." Harry said, still grinning.
Ron and Hermione turned both turned as red as Ron's hair.
"I see... so then there has been some snogging going on around here?' Harry, trying to suppress his laughter.
Hermione laughed nervously and Ginny began to giggle hysterically. Harry began to laugh too.
"What's so funny about us hooking up?" Ron asked, embarrassed.
"Oh nothing, it's just that, we have been waiting for so long to happen." Ginny said, when she slowly stopped laughing.
"I mean there is so much that Harry and I could have done to help you two get together. You guys just had to find it in yourselves to say it to each other." Ginny continued, grinning as broadly as Harry.
Harry stopped laughing and looked at Ginny and then looked back at Ron and Hermione. His stomach had somersaulted at the sight of Ginny, and now it was doing it again as Ginny laughed. Harry kept his grin pasted on his face and clamed himself down. He had only experienced that type of tension when he was crushing on Cho, but was he doing because now he was over Cho and crushing on Ginny? Harry shook this off and smiled at Ron and Hermione.
"What are you smiling about?" Hermione asked.
"I'm just happy for you two, that's all." Harry said. "So, what news on the Order?" Harry asked.
"They've been tracking down Voldemort and his followers. Apparently, Malfoy and the other Death Eaters we caught in our fifth year are still in Azkaban. It seems as if Voldemort doesn't want to go and rescue them or something." Hermione said with a serious look on her face.
"Last Voldemort was seen, he was in Transylvania, recruiting vampires and werewolves in the area and such." Ginny said.
"I see." Harry said.
"Well, we heard about this distant cousin of yours and I think we'd like to accompany you in meeting her." Ron said.
"Oh yeah." Harry said.
"I wonder how he, or she, is going to be like?" Ginny wondered.
"Maybe she'll be drop dead gorgeous!" Ron said enthusiastically, getting a glare from Hermione. "Just a joke love, just a joke." Ron said nervously looking at Hermione.
They continued talking through the early hours of the morning, and when the sun had come up, they headed down for breakfast, not exhausted but energized.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, only my original characters.
Harry Potter and the Death Eater's Kiss
Chapter 1: Surprising and not so Surprising News
Harry Potter sat on his bed in his bedroom at Number Four Privet Drive. It was three in the morning of Saturday. August 20th. He was to be starting his seventh year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he was excited, for it was his last year, and for some reason, he felt that this year was going to be exceptionally exciting.
Not that all of his six other years at Hogwarts weren't exciting, and well, most of you would know the story behind that.
Ever since Voldemort had made his comeback publicly known, the Daily Prophet and even Muggle news practically screamed about violence and countless deaths of innocence. Voldemort had been the cause of mysterious deaths and disappearances in both the wizarding and Muggle world. Of course, the Ministry of Magic has been trying for the past year to conceal the real reason behind the wave of crime from muggles, since it would come as a terrible shock to them if they discovered that magic was real, let alone that it can be used against them. Man always feared what they did not understand.
As Harry sat there, his mind wandering, he could hear the distant snores from his aunt, uncle and cousin. Since Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts, the Dursleys have changed a bit, understanding what the outcome of Voldemort's comeback would mean. Of course, they were still afraid of Harry and the rest of the people involved with him, and still tried their best to look normal. But they grew a bit softer and even granted Harry permission to go wherever he wanted and do almost everything he wanted, granted that he did not use magic, and that he "behaved". A part of the reason of this action was because after Harry's fifth year, members of the Advance Guard threatened them to treat Harry right in the first place or else, answer to them.
Harry was to head to Number 12 Grimmauld Place that evening around midnight, but Harry could not sleep. Not because of excitement, but because of sadness and grief. He still blamed himself for Sirius' death in his fifth year, and was plagued constantly by dreams in which he would relive the ordeal, the fact that it could have been prevented, haunted Harry and had slowly begun to eat away at his conscience. His friends tried their best to convince him that things would be well, and that it was Sirius' fate to die. Harry was of course thankful, but it did not stop his boiling anger and thirst for revenge against Belatrix Lestrange.
Harry picked up the mirror that Sirius had given him about a year ago. True, he broke it at the end of his fifth year, but when he discovered its other uses, he was able to fix it magically. He used it every once in a while to talk with Lupin about his doings at Number Four. Ron and Hermione were there as well to carry on conversations with Harry if he was ever feeling lonely.
Harry looked back on the last time he tried calling out to someone from the mirror. He could see what was going on at the other side, vice-versa. When he tried talking in though, he could only see darkness, broken a bit by some moon light from the window. The mirror was facing the ceiling and he tried communicating to the other side.
"Hello? Anyone there?" Harry recalled him saying that night. He listened carefully, and he could hear whispers coming from his right side.
"Heeelllloooo?" He tried again. He listened again. Soon, the whisperers were soon very recognizable to Harry. They were the voices of Hermione and Ron!
"I've loved you since the first day we met." He had heard Ron say.
"Really? I've had feelings for you as well." He heard Hermione respond.
Then, Harry heard no more, so he probably guessed that were snogging (translation: making out) and decided to wait until later. The memory of that event made Harry laugh silently. Ron has always loved Hermione, and Hermione has always loved Ron.
Harry sighed with relief, as he had that time before. "Thank god those two have finally let it out." Harry said to himself with a smile.
He decided that he was going to badger Ron about that later, when he got to Number 12.
Harry thought more and more about things as he lay down on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. He looked to his left and smiled at the sleeping Hedwig in her cage.
Harry has changed, both physically and emotionally. He has now grown taller, and was nearly as tall as Ron. He could probably be about 5'9", where Ron was already hitting six feet. He had gained some muscle from Quidditch, and finally convinced his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon to get him contacts. These contacts of course, had showed off his eyes more and had transformed him into a chick magnet. He didn't mind of course, but it was still pretty weird to him. He was seventeen after all, and in his adolescence years.
Harry got up and opened his closet to peer at himself in the mirror. He was shirtless, and with a good enough shaped bod, abs and all. He wasn't at all changed by his appearance, but still liked the change all the same.
He was more sensitive these days, and his temper has improved greatly, much to the satisfaction of many. Of course, he was still like any guy, but was now less rebellious in a way.
Harry closed his closet door and laid down on his bed, sleep catching up to him.
That morning at 11'oclock, Harry woke up to the screams of Aunt Petunia. Harry dressed quickly and ran down the stairs wand in hand. He followed the screams to the kitchen, where he found Aunt Petunia just screaming because a dark chocolate brown colored owl had landed on her head. Uncle Vernon and Dudley were struggling to get the owl, but it flew out of their grasp and flew around their heads. When Harry entered the kitchen, putting his wand in his pocket, and trying not to laugh at what he now fancied to call "The Three Stooges" the owl saw him and landed on his shoulder, a letter attached to his beak. Harry took the letter and the owl flew out the open kitchen window.
The Dursleys gave Harry a look and Harry decided to skip brunch and went into the living room and sitting at the couch, opening the letter.
Dear Mr. Potter,
We have received information that a distant cousin of yours will be transferring to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She will be a foreign exchange student and will need help in finding her way around the school grounds. We ask that you will assist her in any of the things she may need.
You will be meeting her on August 29th, Friday in the Leaky Cauldron. We have already informed Tom, the owner, of your arrival. Just ask him about room number 37 and he will lead you to your cousin.
We regret that we cannot give you any further information on the matter, but we do trust that she will be safe if your hands.
Thank you and have a pleasant day.
Sincerely,
Minerva Mgonagal Deputy Headmistress. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Harry put the letter down and sat on the couch, thinking about what he had just read. He had a distant cousin. But from which side of his family? What will he be like? Wait a minute, how can I know that this person is a she, or a he, oh well; I might as well wait until the 29th to find out more.
He folded up the letter and headed up to his room. He picked up the mirror and sat at his desk, looking in his reflection.
"Number 12." Harry said at the mirror.
His reflection faded away and he found that the mirror was in the kitchen.
"Hello?" Harry said.
Lupin picked up the mirror and said, "Yes Harry?"
"Good morning." Harry said.
"Good morning Harry." Lupin said with a smile. He still looks the same, and just as shabby, but he looked much healthier, no doubt, to Mrs. Weasley's cooking.
"Uh, I just got a letter from Professor Mgonagal, saying that I am going to meet a distant cousin of mine at the Leaky Cauldron on the 29th. " Harry said.
"Ah I see, well that's news." Lupin said.
"Do you have any idea who it could be?" Harry asked.
"I don't think so." Lupin replied thoughtfully.
"Well, just thought I'd let you know that." Harry responded.
"Yes, thank you for the update, see you later." Lupin said.
"All right." Harry said.
Lupin's face faded and was replaced by Harry's reflection. Harry put down the mirror and set to packing the things for his departure.
That night, at 11:55 p.m., Harry brought his trunk, broomstick, cloak, and Hedwig's cage downstairs to the living room, with help from Dudley.
The Dursleys strongly protested to Harry's leaving so late at night, but agreed to it, seeing that it was the only way they would get rid of Harry.
Harry sat in the living room, with one lamp on, the curtains closed around all the windows in the room, so as to avoid any suspicious eyes.
He sat there for about five minutes. At exactly 12 midnight, Harry heard a knock at the front door. He whipped out his wand and cautiously made his way to the door. He opened the door slowly and to his surprise saw Lupin, dressed in regular muggle clothes, which consisted oh a plain blue T-shirt and jeans.
"All set Harry?" Lupin asked quietly.
"Yeah." Harry replied, pocketing his wand. They quietly hauled out his trunk and other belongings into the trunk of a Yellow Taxi. Harry thought it best that he did not ask any questions about it until they were safely at their destination.
Harry climbed into the backseat of the taxi and Lupin into the driver's seat. When Lupin secured everything, he started the engine and drove off. The minutes flew, then the hours, with less and more silence. It was a lot faster than they had expected and were soon at Number 12. Lupin turned off the engine and helped Harry carry his things to the front door of the Number 12 which had just appeared between houses Number 11 and 13. Harry and Lupin carried the things quietly inside the house and Lupin whispered him that he will be back in a while and left him standing in the now lit up hallway.
Mrs. Weasley came out from Harry's left and hugged him tightly.
"Welcome back Harry." She whispered.
Harry smiled at her as Ron came down quietly out of another room to his left, with a grin on his face. Harry and Ron carried Harry's things to the room him and Ron was to share and closed the door behind him. Harry sat down on the bed.
"Welcome back Harry!" Ron said, as Hermione and Ginny walked into the room, followed by Mr. Weasley, and to Harry's utter surprise, Percy.
"Hello Harry!" Hermione said, pulling him into a hug.
"Welcome back!" Ginny said.
"Nice to see you again chap." Percy said when Hermione released Harry out of her grasp, his hand outstretched. Harry took with a smile and shook it. "Well, sorry Harry, but I have to be off, just came in to say hello. Good day everyone." Percy said, leaving the room
"Great to see you all." Harry said, looking around at them.
Ron was of course, still about two inches taller than Harry and was in great shape. He was no longer lanky and skinny, but buff and more healthy looking. His freckles showed off more than ever, and his red hair was still the same, but he still looked good.
Hermione had grown taller as well, her bushy hair now straightened and in a pony tail. Her teeth were still as perfect as he had remembered, and now she had grown well, hotter, as one might say.
Ginny had grown to be about the same height as Hermione, her long red hair coming down to a few inches above her waist, her blue eyes sparkling. She had also grown more feminine as well, considering that she was now sixteen.
"So, uh, since when did Percy come back?" Harry asked, sitting on the bed again, remembering when Percy had deserted the family a year ago.
"He came and apologized to mum and dad after Voldemort revealed himself to the Ministry." Ginny said, sitting next to Harry, while Ron and Hermione sat on Ron's bed.
"That's good." Harry said.
"Harry you've grown." Hermione said.
"And you've got your hair straightened and flattened." Harry replied.
"Well, things can change in a certain amount of time." Hermione said with a smile.
"Speaking of changes," Harry said, grinning broadly, "I was trying to communicate with you guys over here with the mirror a few days ago, but no one was answering."
"Well what's that got to do with change?" Ron asked curiously.
"When I tried to listen if anyone was there, I heard you and Hermione whispering to each other." Harry said, still grinning.
Ron and Hermione turned both turned as red as Ron's hair.
"I see... so then there has been some snogging going on around here?' Harry, trying to suppress his laughter.
Hermione laughed nervously and Ginny began to giggle hysterically. Harry began to laugh too.
"What's so funny about us hooking up?" Ron asked, embarrassed.
"Oh nothing, it's just that, we have been waiting for so long to happen." Ginny said, when she slowly stopped laughing.
"I mean there is so much that Harry and I could have done to help you two get together. You guys just had to find it in yourselves to say it to each other." Ginny continued, grinning as broadly as Harry.
Harry stopped laughing and looked at Ginny and then looked back at Ron and Hermione. His stomach had somersaulted at the sight of Ginny, and now it was doing it again as Ginny laughed. Harry kept his grin pasted on his face and clamed himself down. He had only experienced that type of tension when he was crushing on Cho, but was he doing because now he was over Cho and crushing on Ginny? Harry shook this off and smiled at Ron and Hermione.
"What are you smiling about?" Hermione asked.
"I'm just happy for you two, that's all." Harry said. "So, what news on the Order?" Harry asked.
"They've been tracking down Voldemort and his followers. Apparently, Malfoy and the other Death Eaters we caught in our fifth year are still in Azkaban. It seems as if Voldemort doesn't want to go and rescue them or something." Hermione said with a serious look on her face.
"Last Voldemort was seen, he was in Transylvania, recruiting vampires and werewolves in the area and such." Ginny said.
"I see." Harry said.
"Well, we heard about this distant cousin of yours and I think we'd like to accompany you in meeting her." Ron said.
"Oh yeah." Harry said.
"I wonder how he, or she, is going to be like?" Ginny wondered.
"Maybe she'll be drop dead gorgeous!" Ron said enthusiastically, getting a glare from Hermione. "Just a joke love, just a joke." Ron said nervously looking at Hermione.
They continued talking through the early hours of the morning, and when the sun had come up, they headed down for breakfast, not exhausted but energized.
