"Don't..." she murmured as he traced his fingertips up to her her mouth. He shifted his position on the bed and continued to let his hands do the talking.
"Why not?"
"It won't work!" she whispered slowly. Every fiber in her body was tingling.
"The last time I said that, you made sure I couldn't resist you."
"But..." she whispered about to start on her half hearted protest again as he pressed his mouth to hers to keep her quiet. His lips tasted hers in such a way that she felt lightheaded beyond belief.
"When you come Hogwarts to meet your brother, you will be closer to me than ever."
He drew her closer and she gasped "And if my brother comes to know of this?"
"He'll kill me at most. He likes my family too much to do anything too gruesome."
His hands ran through the strands of her hair now. He saw the fear in her eyes.
"No one will suspect us. And I promise you your brother will love you. He wants a family...a sibling would be a dream come true to him. He's a great guy."
She was near tears now "What if he hates me for what our father did?"
He wiped her tears away.
"I know he won't."
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She woke up in a cold sweat and clutched her stomach. Quietly she shifted out of her bed and pulled aside the hangings, trying desperately not to wake Hermione, Lavender and Parvati as she reached the bathroom within the common room.
Sinking down on her knees she coughed up the warm crimson blood which had crept up her throat.
Leaning back slowly, she pressed her fingertips to her eyes to relieve some of the pressure.
This was something that happened every single night now. Especially when she dreamed of him. He was so handsome, so sweet and perfect that...that she didn't mind this. This was just a small testament of love she was giving him.
Sweeping her long hair back with trembling hands, she rinsed her mouth and adjusted her long shirt that she wore as a night dress.
Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
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Harry had not slept that night. Not at all. And to him, that wasn't surprising in the least. In fact he was surprised he didn't go to the girls dorm, call his new sister out and discuss his father's...problem with her.
She seemed wise.
Well, a lot wiser than he was anyway.
So did that mean she was part of the group of friends he had?
Judging by the looks all the guys were giving her, that went about without speaking...but Harry still couldn't get over the uncanny resemblance she bared to both him and his father...
Top it off with the fact that she was beautiful, which meant that he would be protecting her, even if it meant fending off a guy she herself liked.
For all her intelligence, it was her beauty that led her to have a vulnerable look of an innocent.
Dad...what have you left me to deal with...
He closed his eyes for a moment and then reopened them as he heard the bell go.
Yawning deeply, he stretched and pulled out his robes for the day...
He had an uncanny feeling that today was certainly going to be a very long day.
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Harry met Ron and Hermione just as he reached the Gryffindor dining table where they frantically pointed to his usual seat next to them. He grinned and settled down, the sleep in eyes disappearing just as he took a long draught of the coffee in that the kettle had just poured out for him.
"Um...where is Nikita?"
Hermione and Ron exchanged a glance. "I don't really know...she disappeared before we woke up." said Hermione. Harry was positive he heard a hint of worry in her voice.
"Chill out, mate, she'll be here." said Ron, very carefree about the whole deal. Hermione poked him hard.
"Ron, you are honestly so tactless! She's new! Can't you see Harry's worried?"
"What? I didn't do a thing! Sirius is so right when he says your like my mum, Hermione, really!"
Hermione glared at him and silently fumed, picking away at her food.
Ron continued to chow away at his food so that no one else on the table wanted to eat...even Nearly Headless Nick looked disgusted!
A few moments later, the great doors swung open and a very curvaceous, slender, tall figure walked in. Even in her dull dark robes she was so radiant. Her raven hair flew as she walked to the Gryffindor table and her hazel eyes sparkled with mischief and the sheer gleam of youth.
A smile tugged at the corners of her lips and her face was purely outlined by her chiseled cheekbones.
It was like being in the common room all over again...
All the attention in the hall was straight on this girl. Slytherins, Gryffindors, Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs everyone stared alike. Even the teachers looked up to admire the sheer youth of the girl child as she quietly settled herself at the table.
Well...most of them anyway.
Harry saw Umbridge look up at the girl and a nasty glint came into her eyes as she sneered. Her ugly pink sweater seemed all the more ugly all of a sudden.
A silent pang of pure sibling love overcame Harry as he got out of his chair and said "Hey, where were you? I was getting worried!"
"Calm down, I'm fine. I just...lost my way that's all."
Nikita's smiled faltered and Harry instantly knew she wasn't telling the truth. But until now she hadn't questioned him about anything and he knew how it felt to be imposed on. He didn't ask her anything. He knew she would tell him when the time came.
"Hello..." a voice drawled from behind them. "I haven't seen you before."
Draco Malfoy had sauntered over with Crabbe and Goyle and was deliberately pretending to ignore the anger on Harry's face.
"Yes. I'm new." said Nikita, glacially...Harry could tell she didn't like Malfoy.
Draco took her hand in his own and kissed it "Draco Malfoy, at your service."
"Nikita Gill, Harry's sister, who is hoping you will slip away as quietly as you came."
"Hear, hear!" hooted George Weasley at Malfoy and his goons as they looked at the girl in disdain.
"I don't care if your Potter's sister. For you I'll ignore the fact that he even exists."
"Darling, you think you're sexy. I think you're not. There, that's sorted out. Now go back to your table please?" said Nikita so sweetly that Malfoy stared at her confused, before walking away.
Everyone at the Gryffindor table cracked up.
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Double potions after a full breakfast was perhaps the most awful thing anyone could do to a student at Hogwarts.
At least that's what Nikita had heard from Ron. She had cleaned up his language quite a bit but that was the general gist of the the thing she supposed.
Humming to herself in the girls toilet, she cleaned the blood off her mouth again and smiled at her reflection in the mirror. After today, this problem wouldn't bother her for say three or four days, maybe if she was lucky a week.
Quickly rinsing, she grabbed her books and headed to the dungeons where her brother was waiting patiently for her. He stood at ease, his back against the wall talking to a scared looking Ron and an impatient Hermione.
"Nikita, do you realize Snape's going to be docking points off Gryffindor now?" said Hermione in utter impatience.
"Blimey, Hermione! Go easy on her!" said Ron loudly.
"These two should be getting married sometime soon." laughed Harry softly as they argued there way to Snape's classroom.
Snape looked up from his his cauldron on his desk and gave a lazy leer. Silkily he said "Late again Potter? And I see you brought your entourage along... how nice of you to forget your celebrity status and join us."
Sniggers came from a group of Slytherins at the back of the classroom.
"5 points from each of you."
Suddenly, Snape stopped cold in front of Nikita. Colour seemed to have drained from his face.
"And you are?"
"Nikita Gill. Tarini Gill and James Potter's daughter. You couldn't have forgotten me all that fast, Professor."
She spat the word out with so much venom that Snape reeled and staggered backwards. The rest of the class turned to watch the little scene unfolding before them.
"How could I forget? It was your mother who accused me of being a Death Eater."