Feelings Mix...

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Harry ran from Dumbledore's office without even giving a second thought to glance back. He didn't even know where he was going. He just needed to get away -- away from it all. Dumbledore, Sirius, Ron, Hermione, he couldn't take it anymore.

He knew his face was still extremely pale, and the fact that he was running so fast wasn't helping his heart as it was already beating harshly from when he left Dumbledore's office.

A sister -- how can he have a sister? It didn't make sense, it couldn't be. It was all a weird dream. How can it of happened, he had been one when his parents had died, he couldn't of had a younger sister; she would have been a newborn when Lily and James passed. But then how can he have an older sister. Even after fifteen years, more and more lies are told each year, and by the end of it all, the pain still comes on full force.

The look on Sirius's face...The look of sadness when he told Harry. How he kept gripping his shoulders in a protective manner, almost like making sure the boy he was holding was still with him. That gesture right there told Harry this wasn't a dream, this wasn't a lie, it - was all true.

His legs carried him farther and faster down the corridor. His brain was in too much thought he felt oblivious to everything he passed. He didn't even notice that he came across the one eyed old witch on the third floor. The hump placed over her back still as absurd as ever. He blinked a few times, trying to get his face color somewhat to a controlled color. He blink a number of times, trying to bring his vision from going all blurry, his breathing resided. His heart was beating so fast he thought he would pass out if he went any farther with his running, feeling he would faint right there with all the anxiety swimming inside him. He stared at the witch still lost in thought; only this time a different thought.

Does he stay or go. He had the feeling that if he didn't show up for dinner, Dumbledore would send a search warrant out for him. The image of Professor Dumbledore crossed his mind.

'Screw him, of all people, he deservers to suffer; him and his lies..'

Harry knew he hadn't meant that, but he sure felt it. Anger; that was the only emotion running through the sixteen year olds body. Anger towards a man who in Harry's opinion could sink no lower. Lies and more lies, that was all Dumbledore was about these days. Telling Harry more things -- things he's decided to hind from him. Excusing the secret with a simple continuous game of maturity that he played with Harry. He could understand the Headmaster not telling him of the Prophecy. That was reasonable but it still hurt to think about it. The full facts that had been denied from him for so long, but the fact he didn't tell Harry that he had a sister. A sister -- a relative. Not just a relative a blood relative - someone of his blood - his parent's blood.

Making up his mind, he pulled out his wand and taped the witches hump, muttering a whispered "Dissendium," under his breath.

He watched as it opened with glee. Harry smiled to himself, as he pocketed his wand. He was breaking more rules, but for some odd reason, he found he didn't care. Breaking more rules would relieve his anger. Another thought came to Harry's mind. He was going to do a Fred and George Weasley tactic. Stepping into the darkened hall, the small still lingered on his lips, he turned around as he watched it close, breaking all light contact off. He waited a few moments, reliving his eyes to rest a few and readjust to the new surrounding. Reaching into his robes once more, Harry grabbed his wand and held it out inches in front of his nose.

"Lumos," he muttered. The smiling reappearing on his face as he began to walk down the alleyway leading into Honey Dukes; into Hogsmeade...

'I really need a drink.'

Harry's smile increased across his face as he kept walking, his wand held tightly in his hand.

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Sitting outside on a thick branch of an apple tree in her backyard Hayley sighed as she watched the sunset. She would always come out here if she needed to be alone or just to relax after a stressful day, if she felt depressed and needed time of her own. At the moment she consisted of both. Her mother had already sent her Hogwarts attendance this morning. Oddly enough when Hayley asked to read the finished letter her mother right out refused. Nothing to the unusually, but this was her Hogwarts letter.

Now all that awaited was the reply. The air was getting colder as well as breezy; preparing for arrival of November to approach. This had brought a sad spot for Hayley. For some odd reason every Halloween she was always depressed about something. She didn't know why or how it started, but she couldn't control her feelings on that day. Every since she could remember as a little girl, Halloween always made her cry, and the weirdest thing was she didn't know why, or what she was sad about. The weirdest incident was when she was eleven. Dressed as a witch out of spirit of getting her Hogwarts Letter. She had been getting ready in her room, and had just broken down in tears.

She as always never told her parents of this. Hayley always thought of herself as a weird child, not just for the weird occasion on Halloween where she was depressed but other things also. For one her scar.

She never knew what started it but it would burn into her scull with pain sometimes she had never experienced before. As the months progressed on, she felt it start to get worse. This had strangely enough happened also when she turned eleven. It always scared her. The worst of these occasions was when she was fourteen; it had been around dinner time on an earlier June night. She remembered it perfectly as if it was yesterday. She had been in her room reading a book assigned from Mrs. Kenbreak, when she was about to get up and leave for dinner, and not a second later her scar had exploded with pain beyond reason. Hayley didn't think she had every dealt with pain that bad before. Out of instinct she ran to her parents and they took her to St. Mungo's immediately.

After that night her parents never mentioned Hogwarts ever again.

Her depressed, scar occasions weren't all of why Hayley always consider herself weird and odd. It happened when she was thirteen, after this Hayley was ready to determine herself a mental patient ready to be shipped off to St. Mugo's. It was around November as she remembered; it was late in the afternoon on a Saturday.

She had been in the shower while washing her hair. When all of the sudden a woman started screaming. When she ran out of the shower as fast as she could, thinking it was her mother's voice, she began searching the house for a sign. After searching the whole entire house in her towel, she noticed no one was home, and the screaming was still pounding inside her head. That's when she realized she was hearing the scream. The voice was oddly familiar to her; it was as if she remembered it from when she was little, very little. But what scared her the most was that the voice was screaming a boy's name. Something about not killing him, and that this boys name was Harry.

She never told her mother or father of this, she was too frightened to even put the thought across her mind. She remembered that voice from somewhere but couldn't put her finger on it. What scared her more was later that year when she was still thirteen the screaming came more frequently. She will never forget one night while she was getting ready for bed, instead of a women voice screaming -- she had heard a mans. She didn't understand what scared her more. That the man had spoken of her name, not Hayley but her middle name Lily (Lillian). Not just Lily, but he had said Harry to. The voice was so oddly familiar to Hayley she thought she was going to go nuts thinking of it. She had heard those voices before but she didn't know where. A very long time ago indeed.

It wasn't just these voices that scared Hayley. The night her scar hurt her was when she had fourteen and had to go to St. Mungo's. Her parents had stepped outside to talk with the healer when all of the sudden, a new voice came to her. A boy's voice. This voice was new to her, it didn't sound familiar like the man and woman's had. After a while of listening to the voice, Hayley had figured out she could hear this boys thoughts, but what she heard disturbed her beyond reason. The voice still rang through her head sometimes and it still chilled her to this very day.

She could still remember the first time she had heard it but vaguely. 'Let it drown, please let it drown, don't let it live, let it drown.'

After that Hayley was starting to become costume to hearing voices in her head. Last June was the last occasion that her scar and the voices had come to her. Her scar had burned so bad she thought she would never feel anything like it again. But the voice, the voice she remembered so clearly. The words it had spoken was what worried her. Especially the name it had spoken.

'Let the pain stop. Let him kill us -- end it, Dumbledore --Death is nothing compared to this....'

Dumbledore, the voice whoever it was, spoke of the Headmasters name. Hayley got shivers whenever she thought of that voice. His words --'Let him kill us' still ran through her head at night. Her dreams didn't exactly come as pleasant as she would have preferred nonetheless.

Sighing and feeling her backside growing sore, Hayley started climbing back down. After a few close calls and some scratches, she was back on the ground. Once again she could hear her parents fighting from within the kitchen. One of the reasons she came out here in the first place.

She began walking back up to the house. She was always grateful her father had extended there yard to the distance of a Muggle football field. And the better part was the neighbors (who were all Muggles) couldn't see it unless they had the abilities of magic. Her father would always take down the Quidditch posts before the beginning of summer and summon a pool in for Hayley since she was home most of the day.

She always loved to swim. Especially when she had been younger. Mostly everyday after long tutors with her professors, she would go for a long swim. The best part about her pool was her father summoned it to be 20 inches deep. So naturally she could hold her breath under water for period's amount of time. One of the strategies she used was to stick your head under water and hold it there until you were on the verge of passing out. After trying that a few times more, Hayley's longest time yet had been a minute and twenty seconds.

Since it was October her father had already taken the pool out, and summoned the Quidditch pitch in during the winter. Usually on a stress full day she would go out a have a good fly around, one of the things that always made her feel better, if she was depressed about something, or just flustered. Oddly enough, since the first day her father had first set her upon a broomstick (she was six) she had always flew better than him. This awareness of her gift have been discovered one day when they were playing a game of Quidditch, just enjoying each others company. Will decided that they should both play the roles of seeker, and Hayley had caught the snitch within five minutes of the game.

Hayley hadn't gotten on her broomstick in over two weeks now. She couldn't swim since it was getting close to winter, so lately she was spending considerable amounts of time in the apple tree that had been planted in there backyard.

Once Hayley was close to the door she decided a little ease dropping was in order. Getting closer she put her ear underneath the window, posing as a good hideout as well of hearing perfectly.

"You wrote to him this morning," said Will. Hayley was only guessing this was about Hogwarts, as all of there fights were lately.

"Yes, I wrote to him this morning," said Jane.

"But you told him everything love, everything!"

"How would you have rather us tell him huh, just march Hayley in there and tell him right there."

"There are better ways to approach it. Now he's probably got the whole Ministry involved."

"Well for you information Will, he hasn't. I asked him to only inform the Order, I want him to meet us first."

"Jane he already knows us -"

"Hayley I mean -- I want him to meet Hayley."

"But Jane what about --" Hayley didn't catch the last part of his sentence, although she could hear the short whisper escape his mouth.

"I asked him not to inform him," said Jane.

"You asked Albus not to inform the boy, why?"

"Think about it Will."

"But how - are we going to tell her. She'll never understand Lily and James..."

"No, I'm not going to tell her, and neither are you."

"But the boy -"

"I asked Dumbledore not to tell him."

"What if he does?"

"What do you mean? If Albus tells the boy then he is more then likely going to want to see Hayley and that is not going to happen."

"The more of the reason why I didn't want her in Hogwarts in the first place."

"Look, she needs to go to Hogwarts, we can't keep her here all her life, and if neither of them know about one another then it's not a problem now is it."

Hayley sighed. Once again her parents were talking about things she didn't have a clue in, and if she asked she wouldn't get any answers, and more then likely more lectures of interfering in matters that didn't consist of her. Deciding now would be a good time to make her entrance she stood up, and headed for the back door.

Walked casually over to the glass door, she and opened it. When she turned around from shutting it, both of her parents were staring at her wide eyed.

"Is something wrong?" she asked sweetly. Ever since her mother had informed her of the Hogwarts letter already been sent off, she had been trying to drop the attitude, and mask it over with a sweet-heartless girl.

"No love -- nothings wrong," said Will. He smiled at Hayley and she returned the gesture generously.

They sat in uncomfortable silence. Jane, fiddling with her nails, Will looking at his feet and Hayley staring out the glass door; watching the sunset, and regretting ever coming in the house while holding the pent up mood luring inside her.

As the silence grew more uncomfortable, Hayley tried another conversation.

"Has er - the letter come yet?"

"No not yet, but I only Owled him this morning. Give it time," Jane said, walking over to the sick and turning on the water.

Hayley nodded her head feeling slightly better. She could still tell her father was staring at her oddly. She, becoming uncomfortable under the stern gaze. She looked up at him and noticed that all his attention was held only on her. Staring into her eyes. Eyes so unlike his own.

"Something wrong?"

"No Lily," he said, but the minute the words rolled off his tongue he went wide eyed. Jane dropped the plate held beneath her hands, and looked at him so fast that Hayley had heard her neck crack.

"Lily," questioned Hayley, her eyebrows arch. Why was her father calling her by her middle name? He had never done that before.

As seconds rolled by Jane and Hayley continued looking at Will, there gazes holding there own emotions. Will kept looking from Hayley to Jane, clearly trying to think of an answer as to what he had just done.

Hayley once again began to become uncomfortable. She looked at her father one last time, trying anything to get out of this.

"You know I'm going to head to bed early," running out of the room before anyone could call her back Hayley shot for the door. The minute it closed behind her, she changed her mind slightly and slowly crept back towards the door, quietly putting her ear up against the cold wood.

"...Will..." she heard her mother say in a worried voice.

"I'm sorry," whispered Will.

"Why Lily," Jane demanded in a quiet whisper.

"I'm sorry she looks so much like her -- it just slipped."

Hayley pulled her ear away from the door, and started running up the three floors to her room. Once she reached it -- out of breath and her face flushed. She flew her body onto her bed. She felt her exhaust run through her as she got comfortable on the mattress. She didn't even pay a second thought to what had just happened in the kitchen. It was probably a simple mistake her mother mistook her for. Her middle name was Lily so it didn't mean anything. Her father probably just has an interest in calling her that.

Without warning, she fell into a deep sleep, still fully dressed in her robes.

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Harry walked back into Hogwarts five hours later. Already tripping over himself seven times, his jumper soaked through from the spilling of his drink. At the moment the only thing at mind was keeping concentrated on keeping his balance. After three different wrong turns through the corridors he finally found the one leading back to the Gryffindor tower.

After Harry had finally gotten into Hogsmeade, his first stop was Hogshead. Having finally entered the small pub, he ordered himself a Fire Whiskey, and strangely enough after that, it turned into four shots and now a full bottle of Vodka that was only half full; him taking a few sips off it now and then through his walk back to the castle.

Harry Potter was extremely drunk, and finding his way back to the Gryffindor tower had been a real treat for him to accomplish. He was practically on the verge of passing out after all the alcohol he had conceived in the last five hours. He could barely stand up straight, let alone walk through the corridors and still know where he was going, or even who he was. After many passing minutes he finally succeeded his task.

The Fat Lady look at him oddly with her eyebrows knitted together through a stern look. She shook her head and still proceeded with her job:

"Password."

Harry on the other hand didn't even remember the password. His vision was getting burlier by the second and his task to stand up was failing fast as he stood bent over still clutching the Vodka bottle.

"Mr. Potter the password please," repeated the Fat Lady. Her volume keeping calm but either way Harry was slowly getting the message. He stood up and looked up at her oddly; all that made a connection through his eyes was a big pink blur.

Once they met eye contact Harry burst into a fit of laughter. Dropping to the floor, the Vodka bottle still held tightly within his hands, and laughing hysterically.

"Mr. Potter shall I call the Headmaster?"

Harry stopped laughing and got back up slowly. He lifted the bottle to his lips and he took a full gulp, but failing as some of it slipped out of his mouth and down the front of his shirt, sinking in with the other numerous stains.

"Mr. Potter?" the Fat Lady said. Her tongue dripping in a stern volume as the words rolled off. Harry looked up at her as if he had just noticed her there.

"Yessssssss," he slurred. Blinking a couple of times to get his vision from completely blurring everything out.

"The password please."

"Ha-Ha-Ha....Merlin, just let mur in," said Harry, bursting into a fit of laughter.

"Pardon," said the Fat Lady.

Harry continued to laugh at the last statement that left his mouth. The Fat Lady raised her eyebrows at him, but then shook her head.

"Mr. Potter I can't let you in without the password."

"Just let mur in....ha-ha, oh look I'm a Gryffindor forgot- ha-ha-ha."

"Mr. Potter I think I shall inform the Headmaster of this."

"Ha-ha Dumbledork, ha-ha-ha."

Harry was cut off by the opening of the portrait. Nearly knocking him off his feet.

"Harry!" said a very wide eyed Ron. Harry watched as he turned his back on him and screaming into the common room yelled:

"HERMIONE HE'S HERE!" While Ron was taking the time to flag down Hermione, Harry took another full gulp from the Vodka bottle. Seconds later, a red faced Hermione ran up next to Ron.

"Harry! Oh thank god you're okay. Where you've been? You missed all the afternoon classes?"

Harry leaned forward towards her shaky figure. "Mione, have I told you how beautiful you are?"

"Oh Merlin he's pissed," said Hermione looking at Ron, who at the moment was trying not to laugh and contain himself.

"What do we do?" asked Ron, looking back at Hermione who was still staring at Harry with disgust.

"Put him to bed and inform Dumbledore."

"Hey, Hermione I think its time we," Harry leaned forward again, in an attempt to whisper into her ear, he instead yelled: "SHAG," as he burst into laughter falling backwards but catching himself before he met the ground.

Hermione glared at him. She looked like she was on the verge of crying or slapping him. Right as she was about to open her mouth, Ron got there first.

"Mione he doesn't mean it. You know that -- it's the," Ron stopped talking as he tried to read the title of the half empty bottle still held tightly in Harry's hands. "It's the Vodka. Blimey Harry how much you've had?"

Harry raised his right hand while his left was still held the bottle. Holding up five fingers, he began to laugh again.

"Moreee then thissss."

"Ron he smells of Whiskey also," said Hermione, wrinkling her nose at the smell rifting into her nose, the strong smell of hard liquor lingering in the air around them.

"Harry give me this," said Ron reaching forward in an attempt to grab the bottle away from him. Harry saw this and turned his back on him while shielding the bottle from Ron, acting as if he were protecting his child.

"NO YOU CAN'T HAVE HER," he screamed still bent over.

"Harry give me the BOTTLE," Ron screamed, grabbing Harry by the shoulders and turning him around.

Harry pushed his arms away, watching Ron stumble backwards a few feet. Taking his chance, he ran to Hermione.

"Harry stop this -" before she could finish her sentence in time, Harry threw his lips onto hers, grabbing the back of her head and forcing his tongue into her mouth. Hermione just stood there. Feeling the force his hands were pushing into her head, the tongue now invading her mouth. Her mind coming back to reality, she pushed him off her and slapped him hard across the face, sending a loud snap echoing through the corridors.

"Harry I'm warning you. Give me the bottle now or else," she said warningly, giving Harry one the deadliest glares she had ever sent anyone before. Ron finally taking fast action grabbed the bottle from Harry and handed it to Hermione. Harry, not realizing what was happening, ran forward to Ron, knocking him over the minute there bodies made contact.

Ron, not expecting this, fell to the floor in a fast second. His head hitting the stone and sending a loud thump through the corridors. Not knowing what he was doing, Harry started punching Ron in the stomach. His aim so bad due to the amount of alcohol in him, his punches merrily felt like light hits to Ron.

"HARRY!" screamed Hermione running forward and trying to pull him off, but it to no result, seeing as Harry was too heavy for her.

"HERMION DO SOMETHING," screamed Ron shielding his face in case Harry starting throwing punches in that direction.

Hermione, thinking in a fast intake, dropped the Vodka bottle. Watching it shatter and sending glass everywhere around there footing. She didn't seem to notice this, pulling out her wand and aiming it at Harry's back; directly between his shoulder blades.

"STUPEFY!"

Harry fell atop of Ron. His vision completely blacking out. Already unconscious before his body hit Ron's.