Chapter 5: Harry's Response
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Authoress for all of her suggestions. I rewrote this whole chapter, I liked them so much!!!!!! Keep reviewing and helping me out, Authoress!!!!!!
By the way, this (/\…/\) means Harry's thoughts.
"Whoa," Harry whispered after a moment. Melissa let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding. Melissa heard a foghorn-type sound and turned to see Professor McGonagall holding a huge handkerchief, her eyes rimmed with red. "Oh, wow!" Harry stood up and backed away from Melissa staring at her.
"Um, Harry?" Melissa asked tentatively. "Are you okay?"
"Oh, my gosh!" Harry exclaimed ecstatically. "I've—wait a second," he said, now cautious and wary. "How do I know that you're actually my sister and not, like, a spy or helper of Voldemort?"
"Harry, how would I have known all about your history?" Melissa responded.
"Nearly everyone in the wizarding world knows my history, Melissa," Harry retorted in the tone of someone saying two and two make four. "Unfortunately," he added after a moment. Melissa sighed and closed her eyes, then, after a moment, opened them in astonishment.
"Then how would I know about the Triwizard Tournament and Cedric Diggory's death two years ago?" Melissa asked softly. "And how would I know about how you blame yourself for his demise?" All the color that was left drained out of Harry's face as the rest of the room sat in stunned silence.
"I…don't know," he finally replied. He turned to Dumbledore. "Pro—Professor…how?"
"For that question, Mr. Potter, you'll have to ask the girl herself," Dumbledore remarked, looking just as surprised as the rest of them. "Melissa?"
"I'm actually not all that sure of how I knew," Melissa confessed. "It—I suddenly heard Harry's voice in my head telling me about those parts of his fourth year here."
"That…is really freaky," Harry said under his breath.
"And why is that, Harry?" Dumbledore inquired.
"We—well, it's weird because…I was just thinking about that," Harry replied. "I thought that only my true sister would be able to know that without me telling her."
"Just as I suspected," Dumbledore said slowly. Everyone in the room looked at him.
"Albus? What did you suspect?" McGonagall asked breathlessly.
"Sometimes, twins have a somewhat…telepathic mind link," Dumbledore answered after snapping out of his reverie. "It seems as though Harry and Melissa are not without."
"Professor Dumbledore, so—so, we are twins?" Harry blurted out.
"Yes, Harry, you and Melissa are, indeed, twins. Both Potters."
"But, why hasn't Melissa heard Harry's thoughts before?" Hermione asked uncertainly. "And him hers?"
"That, my dear, is one of the great mysteries of the universe. We may never know," Dumbledore said, smiling faintly. "Now, any more questions, you two?"
"Apparently not, Professor," they chorused, their voices blending together flawlessly. They stopped talking, looking completely surprised. Ron and Hermione started laughing at the matching looks of bewilderment on their faces. Dumbledore chuckled softly.
"Yes, I expect you'll get used to that," he remarked. "Now, you better hurry or you'll be late for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Oh, and Melissa—I believe you'll find the teacher we've acquired…how shall I say? interesting," Dumbledore added, his eyes twinkling mischievously. Melissa looked at him curiously and opened her mouth to question him, but, before she could, McGonagall began ushering the four of them out of the room.
/\Well, life definitely just got a lot weirder/\, Melissa heard Harry say silently. Without giving it a second thought, she replied, \/No kidding.\/ Realizing what had just happened, they both let out an identical shout of surprise and sprang apart.
"What? What's wrong?" Hermione asked worriedly.
"N—nothing," Melissa stammered after staring wide-eyed at her twin for a few moments. She turned to Harry. "We're gonna have to figure out this mindy thingy, you know."
"Oh, trust me, I know," Harry replied, laughing. Suddenly, he stopped walking and laughing and stared ahead with a look of slight disgust on his face.
"What is it, Harry?" Ron asked after regaining his balance from running into Harry.
"I just realized why Melissa started freaking out the other night at your…comment," Harry told him slowly, still staring ahead. Ron and Hermione thought for a moment, recalling the other night.
"Ohhhh. Ew," they chorused.
"Told you," Melissa remarked, shrugging as if to say, "I tried to warn you."
"Yeah," Harry said.
They walked most of the way in silence, breaking it only to ask each other if they're going the right way. They reached the throng of sixth year Gryffindors and Slytherins only minutes after deciding to follow Hermione's directions. She was "I-told-you-so"ing Harry and Ron when Draco Malfoy purposely shoved into them. Melissa caught the full of it and was thrown to the floor, along with Harry, Hermione, and Ron's bags.
"Oops, sorry, Gryffindors," he apologized, his voice dripping with fake innocence. "You weren't moving fast enough. I only meant to jostle you a little bit to make you go quicker."
"Shove off, Malfoy," Harry retorted angrily, leaning over to pick up his bag and help Melissa up, who was sitting, stunned from the blow, on the floor.
"Ooh, Potter's using big words now," Malfoy responded brightly, the Slytherins starting to giggle behind him. He was seemingly oblivious to Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Melissa's increasing anger; he obviously enjoyed infuriating them.
"Get lost, Malfoy," Hermione replied through clenched teeth, not yet ready to stoop to swearing, although she was awfully close. "Thanks, Ron," she added. The youngest Weasley had picked up his and Hermione's bags.
"Oh, oh, no, help me, I'm lost, I'm really lost, I can't find my way, help!" Malfoy remarked, pretending he really had gone astray*, much to the amusement of the other Slytherins. At this, Harry and Ron lost it. They dropped their bags and started heading towards the blonde with clenched fists. They didn't get here first, although Malfoy probably wishes they did.
Melissa stalked ahead of the two Gryffindor boys and, ignoring Harry's hand on her arm and his pleading not to get involved, rammed her knee into Malfoy's "area". He doubled up and fell to the floor, moaning in pain.
"That ought to teach you not to mess with me," Melissa said, looking scornfully down at the writhing figure on the floor. The pug-faced Slytherin girl, Pansy Parkinson (Harry and Hermione had pointed her out to Melissa while Ron was getting more food at dinner the night before) came squealing to his side.
"Oooh, Dracy, does it hurt much?" she asked stupidly. Her answer was an angry glare mixed with pain. She then looked up at Melissa.
"You bitch!" she spat out. "You nearly killed him!"
"Ha! Please! Your 'Dracy' will be just fine," the redhead scoffed. She then walked back to where Harry, Ron and Hermione were standing open- mouthed and the rest were cheering.
"What? What?"
"Melissa…" Harry faltered, at a loss for words.
"This is a side of me people don't see very often, don't worry," Melissa reassured, picking her bag up off the floor.
"I guess not," Ron remarked unbelievingly, staring over at Malfoy. "You know what, Ireland? I'm going to stay on your good side from now on." He received a grin as a response.
The Gryffindors slowly filtered into the classroom, leaving the Slytherins tightly huddled around Malfoy. She, Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat down in the front row and pulled out their books and wands. Melissa looked around to see what she would find interesting, but didn't see anything. She then turned to Harry and Ron, who were wondering what kind of odd teacher they would be having this year.
"Why? How many odd teachers have you had before?" Melissa asked.
"Well, in our first year, we had a guy named Quirrell. He turned out to be a Death Eater with You-Know-Who under his turban," Ron explained as Harry nodded in agreement.
"In our second year, we had that famous bloke, Gilderoy Lockhart. He was a complete imbecile," Harry broke in, shaking his head in utter disbelief. "I only learned one thing from him that year: Never let 'freshly-caught Cornish pixies' loose. He ended up loosing his mind and was sent to St. Mungo's."
"Our third year teacher, Lupin, was by far the best. We dealt with different creatures that year. The only bad thing was...he's a werewolf," Ron recalled with a grin. "Snape—the Potions master, you'll unfortunately meet him later today—told the Slytherins at breakfast one morning. Lupin, also unfortunately, decided to leave."
"In our fourth year, we had Alastor Mad-Eye Moody. Well, in body, anyway," Harry said, smiling so he looked slightly insane. "He turned out to be Bartemius Crouch, Jr., under the influence of the Polyjuice Potion. Crouch was one of the right-hand men of Voldemort—oh. Sorry, Ron," Harry added as Ron winced at the Dark Lord's name. "He was given the Dementor's Kiss almost right after the end of the Triwizard Tournament."
"Last year, we had an absolutely horrible woman who took over life at Hogwarts," Harry continued as Ron looked around. "Umbridge was her name. If you were here last year, you had no private life at Hogwarts."
"Wow," Melissa breathed in a shocked tone. "You guys have had your share of weird teachers—and evil and horrible ones, too."
Just then, the door to the classroom slammed shut, indicating the teacher...had arrived.
*This is a personal experience with a bas—oops, excusez mon français ;-) —jerk (@!#%¥$?) named Andrew in my neighborhood. He does this whenever I say, "Get lost."
A/N: Oooh, suspenseful, ain't it? *grins* The sixth chapter's comin' soon; just gotta finish typing it. See y'all later!!!!
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Authoress for all of her suggestions. I rewrote this whole chapter, I liked them so much!!!!!! Keep reviewing and helping me out, Authoress!!!!!!
By the way, this (/\…/\) means Harry's thoughts.
"Whoa," Harry whispered after a moment. Melissa let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding. Melissa heard a foghorn-type sound and turned to see Professor McGonagall holding a huge handkerchief, her eyes rimmed with red. "Oh, wow!" Harry stood up and backed away from Melissa staring at her.
"Um, Harry?" Melissa asked tentatively. "Are you okay?"
"Oh, my gosh!" Harry exclaimed ecstatically. "I've—wait a second," he said, now cautious and wary. "How do I know that you're actually my sister and not, like, a spy or helper of Voldemort?"
"Harry, how would I have known all about your history?" Melissa responded.
"Nearly everyone in the wizarding world knows my history, Melissa," Harry retorted in the tone of someone saying two and two make four. "Unfortunately," he added after a moment. Melissa sighed and closed her eyes, then, after a moment, opened them in astonishment.
"Then how would I know about the Triwizard Tournament and Cedric Diggory's death two years ago?" Melissa asked softly. "And how would I know about how you blame yourself for his demise?" All the color that was left drained out of Harry's face as the rest of the room sat in stunned silence.
"I…don't know," he finally replied. He turned to Dumbledore. "Pro—Professor…how?"
"For that question, Mr. Potter, you'll have to ask the girl herself," Dumbledore remarked, looking just as surprised as the rest of them. "Melissa?"
"I'm actually not all that sure of how I knew," Melissa confessed. "It—I suddenly heard Harry's voice in my head telling me about those parts of his fourth year here."
"That…is really freaky," Harry said under his breath.
"And why is that, Harry?" Dumbledore inquired.
"We—well, it's weird because…I was just thinking about that," Harry replied. "I thought that only my true sister would be able to know that without me telling her."
"Just as I suspected," Dumbledore said slowly. Everyone in the room looked at him.
"Albus? What did you suspect?" McGonagall asked breathlessly.
"Sometimes, twins have a somewhat…telepathic mind link," Dumbledore answered after snapping out of his reverie. "It seems as though Harry and Melissa are not without."
"Professor Dumbledore, so—so, we are twins?" Harry blurted out.
"Yes, Harry, you and Melissa are, indeed, twins. Both Potters."
"But, why hasn't Melissa heard Harry's thoughts before?" Hermione asked uncertainly. "And him hers?"
"That, my dear, is one of the great mysteries of the universe. We may never know," Dumbledore said, smiling faintly. "Now, any more questions, you two?"
"Apparently not, Professor," they chorused, their voices blending together flawlessly. They stopped talking, looking completely surprised. Ron and Hermione started laughing at the matching looks of bewilderment on their faces. Dumbledore chuckled softly.
"Yes, I expect you'll get used to that," he remarked. "Now, you better hurry or you'll be late for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Oh, and Melissa—I believe you'll find the teacher we've acquired…how shall I say? interesting," Dumbledore added, his eyes twinkling mischievously. Melissa looked at him curiously and opened her mouth to question him, but, before she could, McGonagall began ushering the four of them out of the room.
/\Well, life definitely just got a lot weirder/\, Melissa heard Harry say silently. Without giving it a second thought, she replied, \/No kidding.\/ Realizing what had just happened, they both let out an identical shout of surprise and sprang apart.
"What? What's wrong?" Hermione asked worriedly.
"N—nothing," Melissa stammered after staring wide-eyed at her twin for a few moments. She turned to Harry. "We're gonna have to figure out this mindy thingy, you know."
"Oh, trust me, I know," Harry replied, laughing. Suddenly, he stopped walking and laughing and stared ahead with a look of slight disgust on his face.
"What is it, Harry?" Ron asked after regaining his balance from running into Harry.
"I just realized why Melissa started freaking out the other night at your…comment," Harry told him slowly, still staring ahead. Ron and Hermione thought for a moment, recalling the other night.
"Ohhhh. Ew," they chorused.
"Told you," Melissa remarked, shrugging as if to say, "I tried to warn you."
"Yeah," Harry said.
They walked most of the way in silence, breaking it only to ask each other if they're going the right way. They reached the throng of sixth year Gryffindors and Slytherins only minutes after deciding to follow Hermione's directions. She was "I-told-you-so"ing Harry and Ron when Draco Malfoy purposely shoved into them. Melissa caught the full of it and was thrown to the floor, along with Harry, Hermione, and Ron's bags.
"Oops, sorry, Gryffindors," he apologized, his voice dripping with fake innocence. "You weren't moving fast enough. I only meant to jostle you a little bit to make you go quicker."
"Shove off, Malfoy," Harry retorted angrily, leaning over to pick up his bag and help Melissa up, who was sitting, stunned from the blow, on the floor.
"Ooh, Potter's using big words now," Malfoy responded brightly, the Slytherins starting to giggle behind him. He was seemingly oblivious to Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Melissa's increasing anger; he obviously enjoyed infuriating them.
"Get lost, Malfoy," Hermione replied through clenched teeth, not yet ready to stoop to swearing, although she was awfully close. "Thanks, Ron," she added. The youngest Weasley had picked up his and Hermione's bags.
"Oh, oh, no, help me, I'm lost, I'm really lost, I can't find my way, help!" Malfoy remarked, pretending he really had gone astray*, much to the amusement of the other Slytherins. At this, Harry and Ron lost it. They dropped their bags and started heading towards the blonde with clenched fists. They didn't get here first, although Malfoy probably wishes they did.
Melissa stalked ahead of the two Gryffindor boys and, ignoring Harry's hand on her arm and his pleading not to get involved, rammed her knee into Malfoy's "area". He doubled up and fell to the floor, moaning in pain.
"That ought to teach you not to mess with me," Melissa said, looking scornfully down at the writhing figure on the floor. The pug-faced Slytherin girl, Pansy Parkinson (Harry and Hermione had pointed her out to Melissa while Ron was getting more food at dinner the night before) came squealing to his side.
"Oooh, Dracy, does it hurt much?" she asked stupidly. Her answer was an angry glare mixed with pain. She then looked up at Melissa.
"You bitch!" she spat out. "You nearly killed him!"
"Ha! Please! Your 'Dracy' will be just fine," the redhead scoffed. She then walked back to where Harry, Ron and Hermione were standing open- mouthed and the rest were cheering.
"What? What?"
"Melissa…" Harry faltered, at a loss for words.
"This is a side of me people don't see very often, don't worry," Melissa reassured, picking her bag up off the floor.
"I guess not," Ron remarked unbelievingly, staring over at Malfoy. "You know what, Ireland? I'm going to stay on your good side from now on." He received a grin as a response.
The Gryffindors slowly filtered into the classroom, leaving the Slytherins tightly huddled around Malfoy. She, Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat down in the front row and pulled out their books and wands. Melissa looked around to see what she would find interesting, but didn't see anything. She then turned to Harry and Ron, who were wondering what kind of odd teacher they would be having this year.
"Why? How many odd teachers have you had before?" Melissa asked.
"Well, in our first year, we had a guy named Quirrell. He turned out to be a Death Eater with You-Know-Who under his turban," Ron explained as Harry nodded in agreement.
"In our second year, we had that famous bloke, Gilderoy Lockhart. He was a complete imbecile," Harry broke in, shaking his head in utter disbelief. "I only learned one thing from him that year: Never let 'freshly-caught Cornish pixies' loose. He ended up loosing his mind and was sent to St. Mungo's."
"Our third year teacher, Lupin, was by far the best. We dealt with different creatures that year. The only bad thing was...he's a werewolf," Ron recalled with a grin. "Snape—the Potions master, you'll unfortunately meet him later today—told the Slytherins at breakfast one morning. Lupin, also unfortunately, decided to leave."
"In our fourth year, we had Alastor Mad-Eye Moody. Well, in body, anyway," Harry said, smiling so he looked slightly insane. "He turned out to be Bartemius Crouch, Jr., under the influence of the Polyjuice Potion. Crouch was one of the right-hand men of Voldemort—oh. Sorry, Ron," Harry added as Ron winced at the Dark Lord's name. "He was given the Dementor's Kiss almost right after the end of the Triwizard Tournament."
"Last year, we had an absolutely horrible woman who took over life at Hogwarts," Harry continued as Ron looked around. "Umbridge was her name. If you were here last year, you had no private life at Hogwarts."
"Wow," Melissa breathed in a shocked tone. "You guys have had your share of weird teachers—and evil and horrible ones, too."
Just then, the door to the classroom slammed shut, indicating the teacher...had arrived.
*This is a personal experience with a bas—oops, excusez mon français ;-) —jerk (@!#%¥$?) named Andrew in my neighborhood. He does this whenever I say, "Get lost."
A/N: Oooh, suspenseful, ain't it? *grins* The sixth chapter's comin' soon; just gotta finish typing it. See y'all later!!!!
