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Chapter 3
Revelations
Hermione couldn't believe what she saw, Harry and Amanda Potter sitting together on a bed, side by side, studying a collection of rare books. Muttering a simple invisibility spell she walked into the room silently and hopefully unnoticed.
"What's up with you and Hermione, Harry?" Amanda inquired
Harry pocketed his wand and turned to face the same emerald eyes of his twin, "What do you mean, sis?"
Amanda laughed and replied, "You've have just gone against the Slytherin code, Harry. You helped a Gryffindork; actually you saved Hermione from that cheating bastard, Weasel. You never make fun of her at the tables you occasionally take jab at Weasel and useless long-brains (A.N. Longbottom). In 5 years you've never insulted her, never made fun of her, and certainly never even dared to even test her skills. What about that time in second year? Hermione dropped her books and you just picked them up and gave them to her. Or what about that rogue bludger? That speeding bullet would have annihilated that flimsy bookworm. No, you saved her. You took a bludger and broke your arm for her. What about that fight you entered? You just twisted her wrist so she dropped her wand while Weasel and no brains got the royal stuffing kicked out. You just helped her again; do you have a thing for the bookworm? Or do you want your virginity to be taken by someone special like her, the know it all?"
Harry's eyes were cold emeralds glistening snakelike and dangerously at the last few words, "Do not question my motives, Amanda Potter. You think I like someone because I do something nice? You know me better than that, foolish sister. Like? Why would I like her? I respect her; I bet if the castration curse wasn't dark magic, Weasel wouldn't have a dick anymore. I wish I could have seen his face when she cursed or hex him for such a vile act. I respect three people in this world: Hermione, You, Dumbledore. The three people those are smarter than me at Hogwarts. Besides she should have figured it out when the fact that I covered the area with deflecting hexes so she be able to curse Weasel without getting a warning from the Ministry"
Amanda's laughter filled the room, "You sure you don't have a thing for Hermione, the bookworm?" Her laughter immediately stopped as the lights darkened and several ink bottles explode. The room shuddered at the power radiating from Harry's shaking form. Amanda faced became worried, "Listen Harry, sorry, I forgot about Voldemort."
Hermione flinched at the name, but as if that wasn't shocking enough. That the Famous Harry Potter might actually like her! It was as if a dream came true, the hottest most eligible bachelor of the school might actually have a think for her. The hottest guy in the school was right before her not denying the fact that he might have a feeling for Hermione Granger, the muggle-born witch. She memorized the moment. Harry's raven black hair was unruly and lacked the standard gel to tame that unruly mess of his. His eyes covered by a crusty layer of ice covering a sea of hidden feelings in the emerald depths of the ocean. A silver lightning bolt laid on his chest as the silver chain was covered by his collar. Books around her waiting to be explored were all there waiting just like him, waiting as if he knew she was merely a foot away from his lips.
"Amanda, like you, like mom and dad, if I open my heart to anyone, Voldemort would kill that person because of me. He wanted to kill you in our fourth year remember? Sirius died because of me, I've lost too many people to open my heart to anyone, and if I do, they will be hurt because of me. When I lose my anger so many things come haunt me till I'm dead. You only share some of my pain, Amanda though our scar and connection. You don't get two hours of sleep because of nightmares. You don't have to fight yourself for control. You don't have many things that plague and torture me deep within my soul, my anger. This side of anger of me isn't going to play nice school boy, it's here to kill Voldemort."
Such care in Amanda Potter's eyes was unheard of, these Slytherins actually had feelings? Hermione shook her head, she heard Amanda reply, "Harry you're not alone in this fight, plenty of wizards are out there. Everyone even the Gryffindor wish Voldemort to be dead, they'll help you. Sirius is here, now, to help you in this fight"
"Amanda, do you not recall the prophecy? I'm the only bloody mother-fucker wizard on this whole damn planet that has the ability to stop him, and neither can survive while the other lives. Meaning, if I don't kill him, he'll kill me. If I open my heart up again, he'll take it and smash it into pieces again and again. No, I do not need anyone to aid me, Not Sirius, Not Dumbledore, and Not Hermione, Not the rest of the Gryffindork losers, not Snape nor the Slytherins, and Not you. This fight is beyond any of you. This is my fight, one I must complete on my own, I am alone." Harry's voice thundered throughout the room.
Hermione couldn't believe her ears. She knew Harry had anger issues but this was too much responsibility for anyone, even Harry. This loner, this person who gave up friendship in order to protect those he cares most about. This lone wolf side formed because of love, but it was composed of undying hatred, rage and anger beyond all morality. That primal fury wasn't just some illusion, it was another side to Harry, and maybe that's what saved him from Voldemort. Not likely, it seemed that Harry's heart had been smashed far too many times, his ability to take such pain without anyone noticing was incredible. Hermione wondered about her feelings towards this man, towards this caring, sweet man, who is being forced to save this world at such a young age. Both the Potters had such a hard life and no one knows about it because, all that fame and fortune they have, but it was earned with a terrible price. All those galleons, it was blood money, deaths such pains at an early age, that never were resolved.
Hermione couldn't take it; she ran from the room, ran to the nearest fire place in Leaky Cauldron and floo back to her house. She ran into her room and locked the door. This is a dream, she muttered. She put her head into her pillow and cried. Did she a Gryffindor dare have a relationship with the Slytherin prince, the Slytherin sex-god, the Slytherin ace and trump? Only one person knows who he was truly like and that was his sister, that calm heroic façade wasn't him that anger wasn't him, it was let loose in self-defense but could she trust the man of her dreams. Would he break her heart like that git, Ron or was he truly the man that she saw before her. She cried herself to sleep with her head buried in her pillow.
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Chapter 3
Revelations
Hermione couldn't believe what she saw, Harry and Amanda Potter sitting together on a bed, side by side, studying a collection of rare books. Muttering a simple invisibility spell she walked into the room silently and hopefully unnoticed.
"What's up with you and Hermione, Harry?" Amanda inquired
Harry pocketed his wand and turned to face the same emerald eyes of his twin, "What do you mean, sis?"
Amanda laughed and replied, "You've have just gone against the Slytherin code, Harry. You helped a Gryffindork; actually you saved Hermione from that cheating bastard, Weasel. You never make fun of her at the tables you occasionally take jab at Weasel and useless long-brains (A.N. Longbottom). In 5 years you've never insulted her, never made fun of her, and certainly never even dared to even test her skills. What about that time in second year? Hermione dropped her books and you just picked them up and gave them to her. Or what about that rogue bludger? That speeding bullet would have annihilated that flimsy bookworm. No, you saved her. You took a bludger and broke your arm for her. What about that fight you entered? You just twisted her wrist so she dropped her wand while Weasel and no brains got the royal stuffing kicked out. You just helped her again; do you have a thing for the bookworm? Or do you want your virginity to be taken by someone special like her, the know it all?"
Harry's eyes were cold emeralds glistening snakelike and dangerously at the last few words, "Do not question my motives, Amanda Potter. You think I like someone because I do something nice? You know me better than that, foolish sister. Like? Why would I like her? I respect her; I bet if the castration curse wasn't dark magic, Weasel wouldn't have a dick anymore. I wish I could have seen his face when she cursed or hex him for such a vile act. I respect three people in this world: Hermione, You, Dumbledore. The three people those are smarter than me at Hogwarts. Besides she should have figured it out when the fact that I covered the area with deflecting hexes so she be able to curse Weasel without getting a warning from the Ministry"
Amanda's laughter filled the room, "You sure you don't have a thing for Hermione, the bookworm?" Her laughter immediately stopped as the lights darkened and several ink bottles explode. The room shuddered at the power radiating from Harry's shaking form. Amanda faced became worried, "Listen Harry, sorry, I forgot about Voldemort."
Hermione flinched at the name, but as if that wasn't shocking enough. That the Famous Harry Potter might actually like her! It was as if a dream came true, the hottest most eligible bachelor of the school might actually have a think for her. The hottest guy in the school was right before her not denying the fact that he might have a feeling for Hermione Granger, the muggle-born witch. She memorized the moment. Harry's raven black hair was unruly and lacked the standard gel to tame that unruly mess of his. His eyes covered by a crusty layer of ice covering a sea of hidden feelings in the emerald depths of the ocean. A silver lightning bolt laid on his chest as the silver chain was covered by his collar. Books around her waiting to be explored were all there waiting just like him, waiting as if he knew she was merely a foot away from his lips.
"Amanda, like you, like mom and dad, if I open my heart to anyone, Voldemort would kill that person because of me. He wanted to kill you in our fourth year remember? Sirius died because of me, I've lost too many people to open my heart to anyone, and if I do, they will be hurt because of me. When I lose my anger so many things come haunt me till I'm dead. You only share some of my pain, Amanda though our scar and connection. You don't get two hours of sleep because of nightmares. You don't have to fight yourself for control. You don't have many things that plague and torture me deep within my soul, my anger. This side of anger of me isn't going to play nice school boy, it's here to kill Voldemort."
Such care in Amanda Potter's eyes was unheard of, these Slytherins actually had feelings? Hermione shook her head, she heard Amanda reply, "Harry you're not alone in this fight, plenty of wizards are out there. Everyone even the Gryffindor wish Voldemort to be dead, they'll help you. Sirius is here, now, to help you in this fight"
"Amanda, do you not recall the prophecy? I'm the only bloody mother-fucker wizard on this whole damn planet that has the ability to stop him, and neither can survive while the other lives. Meaning, if I don't kill him, he'll kill me. If I open my heart up again, he'll take it and smash it into pieces again and again. No, I do not need anyone to aid me, Not Sirius, Not Dumbledore, and Not Hermione, Not the rest of the Gryffindork losers, not Snape nor the Slytherins, and Not you. This fight is beyond any of you. This is my fight, one I must complete on my own, I am alone." Harry's voice thundered throughout the room.
Hermione couldn't believe her ears. She knew Harry had anger issues but this was too much responsibility for anyone, even Harry. This loner, this person who gave up friendship in order to protect those he cares most about. This lone wolf side formed because of love, but it was composed of undying hatred, rage and anger beyond all morality. That primal fury wasn't just some illusion, it was another side to Harry, and maybe that's what saved him from Voldemort. Not likely, it seemed that Harry's heart had been smashed far too many times, his ability to take such pain without anyone noticing was incredible. Hermione wondered about her feelings towards this man, towards this caring, sweet man, who is being forced to save this world at such a young age. Both the Potters had such a hard life and no one knows about it because, all that fame and fortune they have, but it was earned with a terrible price. All those galleons, it was blood money, deaths such pains at an early age, that never were resolved.
Hermione couldn't take it; she ran from the room, ran to the nearest fire place in Leaky Cauldron and floo back to her house. She ran into her room and locked the door. This is a dream, she muttered. She put her head into her pillow and cried. Did she a Gryffindor dare have a relationship with the Slytherin prince, the Slytherin sex-god, the Slytherin ace and trump? Only one person knows who he was truly like and that was his sister, that calm heroic façade wasn't him that anger wasn't him, it was let loose in self-defense but could she trust the man of her dreams. Would he break her heart like that git, Ron or was he truly the man that she saw before her. She cried herself to sleep with her head buried in her pillow.
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