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Summary: Do you believe in forbidden love? What if you fall for the one you can never have? Do you follow the path both fate and your heart are pulling you down, or do you listen to what everyone around you thinks is best? Sixth year at Hogwarts; some book 5 spoilers.
Warning: Some of your favourite characters from the fantastic books by J.K.Rowling may be a bit or a lot in some opinions OOC which means Out Of Character. If you disagree with me putting my own opinions and interpretations of feelings and events into this story then I apologise for this and suggest that you read no more, but I must state that this is after all my fanfic story and I will only change events and themes in this story if the fanfiction.net staff orders me to. I must also state that this is an R rated story which stands for 'Restricted' so I must advise any readers that are not of age to read at their own risk! As this story not only will contain sexual scenes and suggestions, but is also rated for very strong language in some places and also other adult themes such as suicide. You have been warned!
'Thoughts'
"Speech"
Chapter two: Aboard the Hogwarts Express.
He pushed his sweaty hair out of his face as he tried to heave his heavy trunk onto the trains' luggage rack. He'd just strapped it in and jumped off the train to grab Hedwig when a familiar voice carried across the platform...
"Harry!", it was Hermione. Harry braced himself and then turned with a fake smile on his face to see his two friends running towards him with their trolleys and a whole group of people; there was Mr and Mrs Weasley, Ginny, Lupin, Tonks, Moody and Kingsley Shacklebolt (all dressed as muggle- like as possible).
"Harry!" puffed Mr Weasley when they reached him, "Why weren't you waiting for us to pick you up?"
"Yes, you gave us quite a scare" said Lupin sounding quite relieved that Harry was OK. Harry couldn't help but find the situation quite funny considering how depressed he was feeling, so he rearranged his face so he looked innocent and ashamed and said "sorry".
"Oh don't worry about it Harry dear," said Mrs Weasley, "at least we've found you now. Quickly all of you; get on the train! Now be good this year! I don't want any more of my children flying out of school!" she added eyeing Ron and Ginny suspiciously, who were trying to keep straight faces.
"Right, we've got some things to tell you quickly," said Mr Weasley, as they all went quiet to hear what the Order was doing.
Lupin continued, "Yes, all of you may see us at Hogwarts a lot over the year..."
"Why?" interrupted Ron
"Why do you think?" snapped Hermione
"All of you?" muttered Harry
"Well yes, not all at once mind you," said Mr Weasley, "but that's not the point! The point is that you'll be seeing us; probably Remus more than the rest of us though..."
"Hush Arthur! That's enough! Goodbye all of you and take care!" She gave them all a kiss "Especially you Harry dear" Harry just forced a smile.
The train started to move, and as the others waved to their friends out of the window, Harry set off down the corridor. It was then he felt it, the sharpest pain he'd felt since he was in the Department of Mysteries, the pain was so bad he keeled over.
"Harry! Harry!" shouted Ron "Are you all right?" he asked as he reached him
"Of course he's not all right Ron! Can't you see that?" said Hermione. "Come on, let's get him into a compartment so he can sit down and rest. Harry, Harry, can you stand?" she asked gently
Harry tried to nod, but stopped because it hurt. Ginny came running down the corridor, "I've looked all along the train, there's one free compartment, it's just down here!" she said breathlessly as she started to lead them. Ron and Hermione were half pulling, half carrying Harry along the corridor. Somewhere along the line Harry realised the pain was getting worse the more they moved in that direction, so he started trying to pull free of Ron and Hermione and go the other way.
"It's all right mate! Just hang on a minute and we'll get you into this compartment, why's he struggling?" said Ron.
"I don't know," replied Hermione, "let's just get him in here and calm him down shall we?"
Harry barely had time to see the lights from inside the 'spare' compartment and hear Ron say, "I thought you said this one was empty Ginny!" When the pain in his scar reached such a limit that, it felt as if someone was pushing Godric Gryffindor's sword slowly into his forehead. He screamed out, and just managed to see a black shape rise up and come towards them, when he lost consciousness...
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His head was spinning. He could hear muffled voices. He slowly opened his eyes. Dark Ocean Blue. The deep, dark, mysterious, and beautiful depths were staring right back at him, the strange pools he'd been longing for, for two months now. He shut his eyes again thinking it was a dream, or that perhaps he was seeing things; his head hurt so badly, what had happened? He didn't remember much, just his scar exploding with pain, but it was different this time, for he couldn't sense Voldemort at all. Then once again, without warning, he cried out in pain as his scar gave an almighty twinge. He could hear Ron demanding to know what someone was doing; there was a funny smell coming from the far corner but as soon as he turned his head to look, he was paralysed in pain once more. It was agony like he'd never known before, he kept thinking 'please let this be the end......no more pain......no more suffering.....just nothingness......'
"Here drink this," said a voice very close to him, it was a voice he'd never heard before, it sounded like an angel that had come to take him from this cruel world; he accepted whatever this 'angel' was giving him without hesitation, thinking that it might ease the pain.....
"What's that you're giving him?" demanded Ron, "If that's some sort of poison I'll-"
"You'll what exactly?" snapped the new voice at him, "What do you take me for?"
Ron opened his mouth to say exactly what he thought of her when Hermione stepped on this foot, "Leave it Ron, she seems to know what she's doing..."
Suddenly the pain disappeared all together and the compartment came back into focus. He was lying across one whole stretch of seats, someone was standing right next to him but he couldn't see their face as their back was facing him. Ron was being held back by Hermione and the both of them were standing facing this mystery person, and Ginny was sitting by the window looking at Ron and Hermione to this person with her mouth slightly open. It was Ginny that noticed Harry was all right first,
"Harry!" she gasped, "Your ok!"
"Of course he's ok," said the girl in front of him, "What did all of you think I was going to do to him? Hmm?"
Harry sat up and looked at the girl, "Who are you?" he asked; she finally turned to face him. There was only one word that Harry could think to describe her as.....Beautiful. She was beautiful. She had long dark brown hair that was messily slung up into a bun, but had she have worn it down, it would easily have come down to her waist. He could tell that she was sort of a grunge, for she wore stonewash blue baggy jeans and a black Linkin Park© hoody. She had the type of face that didn't need any sort of makeup, her skin was a creamy white and she had a few faded freckles on her nose and on her cheeks just under her eyes. It was the eyes that really captured her real beauty; her eyelashes would never need mascara, as they were long, curly and lush black in colouration. Her actual eyes were what Harry had dreamed about for so long, what he had longed to see, and now here she was right in front of him. Harry then realised with a pang that Voldemort may have plans for this girl and Harry was seeing this as obsessive dreams.
Her eyes filled with emotion, was it worry, sadness; Harry wasn't sure, the wall that she had deep inside her soul was trying to block anyone from reading her.
"I can't tell you that...." she said finally.
"Why not?" said Ron with a forceful edge to his voice.
"Do us all a favour Weasley and shut up!" she stated coldly.
Ron again opened his mouth to retaliate but Hermione again intervened, "Please, we just want to know who you are...." She stopped and waited for a reaction, when none came, she continued, "If you'd feel more comfortable, maybe you would like to tell just one of us and the rest can wait outside"
"That won't be necessary," she said dismissively with a wave of her hand.
"Fine I'll tell you, you'll only be told by Dumbledore anyway and I personally don't want him painting a pretty picture of me, its best you know the truth.....regardless of what he thinks" she turned to Harry.
"Ask me what you will; I'll do my best to answer all questions. You asked me who I am... My name is Liesl Riddle......and I'm about to start my first year in mainstream Hogwarts. I'm in sixth year and a Gryffindor".
Harry just looked at her, when he found his voice, again he said, "Riddle? You said your surname is... Riddle?"
She sighed and nodded at the look of mixed comprehension and confusion that was plastered on Harry's face.
"And?! What's the big deal about her surname? I want to know all the useful stuff! Like what was that potion you gave Harry? And-"
"Quiet Ron!" Hermione hissed. She was looking at Liesl with mixed fear and curiosity.
"Are you um....." Harry didn't know what to say, it had to be a coincidence that she had the same surname, it just had to be..... Though judging by the look on her face, it looked as though it wasn't a bad joke after all.
She swallowed as though trying to find her voice and the courage to say what she had to say.
"So you've partly worked it out then?" she spoke to the floor as she said that, but then seemed to get braver and looked defiantly up at Harry, "Yes Harry, my surname is Riddle. And by the look on your face I assume you've worked out what it means..... I'm related to Lord Voldemort, I'm his dear little niece......."
*~* End of Chapter *~*
Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! My first cliffy! *cue music* I'm sooooo excited *uh* and I just can't hide it! *does a lil jig* I'm about to lose control and I think I like it, I like it!!!!!!! Whoooo!!!!!! CUT THE CHEESEY STUFF!!!!!!!! Anyway! Like? Yes? No? Maybe? Tell me about it! Just for the record I'm ill so make it good stuff so you can cheer me up k?
Love Lou xx
Summary: Do you believe in forbidden love? What if you fall for the one you can never have? Do you follow the path both fate and your heart are pulling you down, or do you listen to what everyone around you thinks is best? Sixth year at Hogwarts; some book 5 spoilers.
Warning: Some of your favourite characters from the fantastic books by J.K.Rowling may be a bit or a lot in some opinions OOC which means Out Of Character. If you disagree with me putting my own opinions and interpretations of feelings and events into this story then I apologise for this and suggest that you read no more, but I must state that this is after all my fanfic story and I will only change events and themes in this story if the fanfiction.net staff orders me to. I must also state that this is an R rated story which stands for 'Restricted' so I must advise any readers that are not of age to read at their own risk! As this story not only will contain sexual scenes and suggestions, but is also rated for very strong language in some places and also other adult themes such as suicide. You have been warned!
'Thoughts'
"Speech"
Chapter two: Aboard the Hogwarts Express.
He pushed his sweaty hair out of his face as he tried to heave his heavy trunk onto the trains' luggage rack. He'd just strapped it in and jumped off the train to grab Hedwig when a familiar voice carried across the platform...
"Harry!", it was Hermione. Harry braced himself and then turned with a fake smile on his face to see his two friends running towards him with their trolleys and a whole group of people; there was Mr and Mrs Weasley, Ginny, Lupin, Tonks, Moody and Kingsley Shacklebolt (all dressed as muggle- like as possible).
"Harry!" puffed Mr Weasley when they reached him, "Why weren't you waiting for us to pick you up?"
"Yes, you gave us quite a scare" said Lupin sounding quite relieved that Harry was OK. Harry couldn't help but find the situation quite funny considering how depressed he was feeling, so he rearranged his face so he looked innocent and ashamed and said "sorry".
"Oh don't worry about it Harry dear," said Mrs Weasley, "at least we've found you now. Quickly all of you; get on the train! Now be good this year! I don't want any more of my children flying out of school!" she added eyeing Ron and Ginny suspiciously, who were trying to keep straight faces.
"Right, we've got some things to tell you quickly," said Mr Weasley, as they all went quiet to hear what the Order was doing.
Lupin continued, "Yes, all of you may see us at Hogwarts a lot over the year..."
"Why?" interrupted Ron
"Why do you think?" snapped Hermione
"All of you?" muttered Harry
"Well yes, not all at once mind you," said Mr Weasley, "but that's not the point! The point is that you'll be seeing us; probably Remus more than the rest of us though..."
"Hush Arthur! That's enough! Goodbye all of you and take care!" She gave them all a kiss "Especially you Harry dear" Harry just forced a smile.
The train started to move, and as the others waved to their friends out of the window, Harry set off down the corridor. It was then he felt it, the sharpest pain he'd felt since he was in the Department of Mysteries, the pain was so bad he keeled over.
"Harry! Harry!" shouted Ron "Are you all right?" he asked as he reached him
"Of course he's not all right Ron! Can't you see that?" said Hermione. "Come on, let's get him into a compartment so he can sit down and rest. Harry, Harry, can you stand?" she asked gently
Harry tried to nod, but stopped because it hurt. Ginny came running down the corridor, "I've looked all along the train, there's one free compartment, it's just down here!" she said breathlessly as she started to lead them. Ron and Hermione were half pulling, half carrying Harry along the corridor. Somewhere along the line Harry realised the pain was getting worse the more they moved in that direction, so he started trying to pull free of Ron and Hermione and go the other way.
"It's all right mate! Just hang on a minute and we'll get you into this compartment, why's he struggling?" said Ron.
"I don't know," replied Hermione, "let's just get him in here and calm him down shall we?"
Harry barely had time to see the lights from inside the 'spare' compartment and hear Ron say, "I thought you said this one was empty Ginny!" When the pain in his scar reached such a limit that, it felt as if someone was pushing Godric Gryffindor's sword slowly into his forehead. He screamed out, and just managed to see a black shape rise up and come towards them, when he lost consciousness...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
His head was spinning. He could hear muffled voices. He slowly opened his eyes. Dark Ocean Blue. The deep, dark, mysterious, and beautiful depths were staring right back at him, the strange pools he'd been longing for, for two months now. He shut his eyes again thinking it was a dream, or that perhaps he was seeing things; his head hurt so badly, what had happened? He didn't remember much, just his scar exploding with pain, but it was different this time, for he couldn't sense Voldemort at all. Then once again, without warning, he cried out in pain as his scar gave an almighty twinge. He could hear Ron demanding to know what someone was doing; there was a funny smell coming from the far corner but as soon as he turned his head to look, he was paralysed in pain once more. It was agony like he'd never known before, he kept thinking 'please let this be the end......no more pain......no more suffering.....just nothingness......'
"Here drink this," said a voice very close to him, it was a voice he'd never heard before, it sounded like an angel that had come to take him from this cruel world; he accepted whatever this 'angel' was giving him without hesitation, thinking that it might ease the pain.....
"What's that you're giving him?" demanded Ron, "If that's some sort of poison I'll-"
"You'll what exactly?" snapped the new voice at him, "What do you take me for?"
Ron opened his mouth to say exactly what he thought of her when Hermione stepped on this foot, "Leave it Ron, she seems to know what she's doing..."
Suddenly the pain disappeared all together and the compartment came back into focus. He was lying across one whole stretch of seats, someone was standing right next to him but he couldn't see their face as their back was facing him. Ron was being held back by Hermione and the both of them were standing facing this mystery person, and Ginny was sitting by the window looking at Ron and Hermione to this person with her mouth slightly open. It was Ginny that noticed Harry was all right first,
"Harry!" she gasped, "Your ok!"
"Of course he's ok," said the girl in front of him, "What did all of you think I was going to do to him? Hmm?"
Harry sat up and looked at the girl, "Who are you?" he asked; she finally turned to face him. There was only one word that Harry could think to describe her as.....Beautiful. She was beautiful. She had long dark brown hair that was messily slung up into a bun, but had she have worn it down, it would easily have come down to her waist. He could tell that she was sort of a grunge, for she wore stonewash blue baggy jeans and a black Linkin Park© hoody. She had the type of face that didn't need any sort of makeup, her skin was a creamy white and she had a few faded freckles on her nose and on her cheeks just under her eyes. It was the eyes that really captured her real beauty; her eyelashes would never need mascara, as they were long, curly and lush black in colouration. Her actual eyes were what Harry had dreamed about for so long, what he had longed to see, and now here she was right in front of him. Harry then realised with a pang that Voldemort may have plans for this girl and Harry was seeing this as obsessive dreams.
Her eyes filled with emotion, was it worry, sadness; Harry wasn't sure, the wall that she had deep inside her soul was trying to block anyone from reading her.
"I can't tell you that...." she said finally.
"Why not?" said Ron with a forceful edge to his voice.
"Do us all a favour Weasley and shut up!" she stated coldly.
Ron again opened his mouth to retaliate but Hermione again intervened, "Please, we just want to know who you are...." She stopped and waited for a reaction, when none came, she continued, "If you'd feel more comfortable, maybe you would like to tell just one of us and the rest can wait outside"
"That won't be necessary," she said dismissively with a wave of her hand.
"Fine I'll tell you, you'll only be told by Dumbledore anyway and I personally don't want him painting a pretty picture of me, its best you know the truth.....regardless of what he thinks" she turned to Harry.
"Ask me what you will; I'll do my best to answer all questions. You asked me who I am... My name is Liesl Riddle......and I'm about to start my first year in mainstream Hogwarts. I'm in sixth year and a Gryffindor".
Harry just looked at her, when he found his voice, again he said, "Riddle? You said your surname is... Riddle?"
She sighed and nodded at the look of mixed comprehension and confusion that was plastered on Harry's face.
"And?! What's the big deal about her surname? I want to know all the useful stuff! Like what was that potion you gave Harry? And-"
"Quiet Ron!" Hermione hissed. She was looking at Liesl with mixed fear and curiosity.
"Are you um....." Harry didn't know what to say, it had to be a coincidence that she had the same surname, it just had to be..... Though judging by the look on her face, it looked as though it wasn't a bad joke after all.
She swallowed as though trying to find her voice and the courage to say what she had to say.
"So you've partly worked it out then?" she spoke to the floor as she said that, but then seemed to get braver and looked defiantly up at Harry, "Yes Harry, my surname is Riddle. And by the look on your face I assume you've worked out what it means..... I'm related to Lord Voldemort, I'm his dear little niece......."
*~* End of Chapter *~*
Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! My first cliffy! *cue music* I'm sooooo excited *uh* and I just can't hide it! *does a lil jig* I'm about to lose control and I think I like it, I like it!!!!!!! Whoooo!!!!!! CUT THE CHEESEY STUFF!!!!!!!! Anyway! Like? Yes? No? Maybe? Tell me about it! Just for the record I'm ill so make it good stuff so you can cheer me up k?
Love Lou xx
