Secrets Slip..

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"WHAT IN MERLIN - WHY WASN'T SHE BROUGHT TO ME IMMEDIATELY!"

"Please - Madame Pomfrey - we just wanted to make sure she was alright before -"

"DOES SHE LOOK ALRIGHT TO YOU POTTER!"

Harry, vibrantly turned his eyes to the sight of his sister. He felt a frown cross his face as his eyes wondered over the now dried bloodstains still lingering to her pale face.

"No," he whispered, removing his eyes from Hayley's stiff form, and placing them on Ron and Hermione standing beside him.

"Will - will she be alright?" whispered Hermione, stepping forward and switching her gaze from Hayley, back to Madame Pomfrey.

"I'm sure - after a few good potions and bed rest she will be walking around good as new," responded Madame Pomfrey. Harry hinted she was using a very less mocking tone with Hermione, then she would be, then say speaking with him.

Just as that thought slipped Harry's head, Madame Pomfrey took her gently gaze off Hermione, and brought them down sternly on Harry.

"First off - why is she bleeding and not waking up?"

Harry eyes immediately enlarged at her words.

"Not waking up?" muttered Ron, his eyes immediately turning back towards Hayley's body.

"Yes Weasley, not waking up. She is not responding to any of my methods to wake her, and she is bleeding from her forehead!"

"I - don't know -"

"You don't know -"

"Madame Pomfrey - please, Hayley was severely sick last night. She was throwing up ever other minute, and we insisted she stay in her bed this morning, and - well - miss classes. I came back from breakfast and she was on the floor bleeding - I thought she had slipped, trying to get out of bed. So I had Harry and Ron help me get her back into bed," said Hermione.

Both Harry and Ron stared wide-eyed at the shaken brunet. Neither daring to believe that Hermione Granger had just lied to an adult.

"If she was so sick Miss Granger - then why wasn't she brought to my quarters immediately?" asked the nurse staring down at Hermione, holding the look on her face of a child playing with an insect.

"I thought it was just the flu, or a common cold -- something that would pass in a day or so."

"That is not what your dormitory portrait informed me with."

"Well - see we didn't want-"

"Harry and me wanted to take Hayley to get cleaned up after she fell, she asked us to -- on the way back from bathroom, she fainted again, and Harry was forced to carry her back," said Ron in a very rushed and awed voice at his own attempts to break through this lie successfully.

Now it was Hermione's turn to stare wide-eyed at Ron, Harry, on the other hand didn't have time to act surprised anymore. His eyes still hadn't left from the site of Hayley's body. Watching as her chest rose and fell with the steadiest of breaths escaping from her lungs.

"What in someone's right mind could you possible wonder how this would have ended 'humph'! She could have gotten sicker, she could have severely damage brain cells now, who knows what else!" said Madame Pomfrey, causing Harry to jump at her stern but then again loud voice.

"I thought we could help her - you know -- trying to be responsible -"

"No Potter, do you know what this is - this is irresponsible! For all I know, she may not be waking up because she has a concussion, and apparently you three don't know how she fell so then you don't know how long she has been unconscious for! Secondly, why are her feet blazing red --"

"Madame Pomfrey," interrupted Hermione, but in the result, getting nothing more then a breath passed her throat as the nurse began to rant on some more.

"I don't want to hear excuses! Now I want you three out while I try to help this poor girl, and I don't want anyone of you disturbing her tonight - understood Potter, Miss Granger, Mister Weasley!" said Madam Pomfrey, eyeing Harry with another stern look through her hazed eyes. Knowing very well that Harry would have to obey that rule with a passion.

"Madame Pomfrey?" asked Harry again trying to keep his voice calm.

She looked at him, but did not answer. In this act of movement, it gave Harry the impression that it was alright to talk again:

"Could you - er - well give her a memory potion, so she doesn't remember any of this?"

Madame Pomfrey looked at him through confused eyes. Then catching on, she nodded, a small sincere smile crossing her face as she gestured them to the door.

Harry nodded solemnly towards her. He glanced one last look at Hayley, his eyes softened as he sought out the blood still stained into her skin. Harry turned and began walking towards the door, not even bothering to saying good-bye to Madame Pomfrey. He felt ironically mad for some reason as he walked through the corridors. He felt to lost in his thoughts to even see if Hermione and Ron were following his lead, and walking out also, or just giving him space and staying with Hayley. Judging from the scampering footsteps he was hearing behind him, he would have to go with his first guess.

"Harry c'mon," said Ron, attempting to stop him, and get him to slow down, but doing neither.

"Harry, maybe if you'd stop walking -- we could try to help you!" said Hermione, her breathing hard and panted from how fast she had to keep walking to keep within distance of him. Harry, suddenly feeling there words falling into his brain, stopped slowly in the middle of the hallway, but did not bother to turn around towards them.

Ron and Hermione, seeing this immediately upped there speed of walking as they got in front of him.

Harry didn't say anything to them. He seemed to be in a kind of trance, like something was floating into his mind and trying to apply something to him.

"What Harry," asked Ron as he watched the daze look spreading over Harry's face.

"He knows," said Harry in the deadly whisper.

"Who knows?" asked Ron, looking towards Hermione and then back at Harry. Ron, clearly by the look on his face, was the only one left out on this information, Hermione on the other hand, didn't need telling twice to understand it, or at least that was look Harry was judging her from.

"Harry - no it - it can't be - there's no way!" she said, her voice almost pleading with fear.

"What can't be?" said Ron, his gaze switching back from Hermione to Harry in a quick glance.

"Harry - no, it can't be - I-it just can't be!"

"What can't be!" repeated Ron, his voice silently rises with a tone of irritation.

"But what I don't get," said Harry, deliberately ignoring Ron as he began again, "is why Dumbledore is still hiding it from Hayley, when he now knows."

"Harry - how in the world could Voldemort possible know!" whispered Hermione, eyeing him with an almost stupidity look.

Ron stopped ranting after he had heard Hermione say those last final words. He looked at Harry with the same expression Hermione was throwing at him.

"You think it was You-Know-Who?" asked Ron.

"Why else would Hayley be walking towards the lake, or even be near the lake in this weather for that matter!" said Harry. He didn't feel like carrying this conversation inside the corridors anymore. Especially not with the state of moods his friends were currently carrying.

He pushed past them as he began walking down the corridor, but the minute he moved, Ron and Hermione were right on his heels again.

"Okay say this is You-Know-Who, what does he have to do with Hayley knowing?" asked Ron.

"Because according to Dumbledore, he's the only reason she was never told, and also he says that her knowing will bring both of us into more danger," said Harry as he kept walking. Not really knowing were his feet were leading him to at the moment.

"Maybe we should see Dumbledore," spoke Hermione, after they had all fallen into a deadly silence.

"What!" screamed Ron and Harry in unison, stopping to stare at her.

"What nothing, he needs to know!"

"Are you mad?" asked Ron, his voice hinting with sarcasm.

"Hermione we tell Dumbledore about this, we'll be watching Hayley be cart out of here by tomorrow," said Harry ignoring the last comment Ron had just made towards her.

"Harry you're taking this way out of proportion. For all we know, Dumbledore may know how to help her, you know maybe - maybe she could take Occlumency!" squealed Hermione, hope replacing the fear in her eyes.

"Hermione - why do you think Dumbledore hasn't already thought of that?" asked Harry.

"I don't know - she could block out whoever is putting these dreams into your heads at night -"

"Mione you don't get it do you?" said Harry again. It had all clicked last night. Right after he had experienced the second dream, the aftermath of it brought Harry into a deeply trance and then it had hit him hard and the answer finally came to him.

"I get it fine Harry -"

"No - no you don't - Voldemort isn't putting these dreams into our head, its Hayley that's doing it, you said so yourself!"

"I never said Hayley was doing -"

"She can see our past Hermione - she dreams it, and then somehow it gets into my head. Just like how when her scar hurts, mine hurts. Just like now - now I can read her thoughts when she is in trouble - Voldemort only wants us dead, he knows she's not dead -- I know he does. Why else was he in Hayley's head this morning -- and if we make her do Occlumency, she'll just see more of our past, she'll see it all. I remember - I remember seeing everything I saw in that thing, things I don't even remember now, and she will to!"

Ron and Hermione stood silent, neither daring to be the first to speak. Hermione had on a look of utter defeat plastered to her face, and Ron was just trying to keep his face straight from the expression waiting to spread through it. Harry looked at them once more, before he turned and began walking down the corridor again. Going to morning classes was the last thing on his mind.

"Harry wait," he heard Ron yell some feet behind him. Harry didn't turn to face him, but stopped in his pace to let them catch up.

"Harry - look I'm sorry, I should have thought of that. I guess I am just worried - worried about Hayley, and now Voldemort," said Hermione, her voice started to get clumsy and muffled as tears were starting to develop in her eyes. Harry smiled at her, now suddenly feeling extremely sorry and foolish. He really hasn't been paying the best attention towards her lately and he knew it.

Feeling guilty, Harry brought his hand towards hers, feeling them intertwine through each others and watching as a loving smile spread through Hermione's face. He leaned down and gave her the gentlest kiss upon her lips. Harry utterly heard Ron stifle his laugh through a cough as he began to deepen the kiss, only causing Hermione to separate away from him. Her face filled with crimson.



"Sorry," mumbled Harry towards Ron. He never felt embarrassed about being caught with Hermione in one of their few snog fests, but Hermione always would flush at any kind of intimacy shared between them.

"Then if we don't go to Dumbledore what do we do?" asked Ron, trying to steer the subject away from the kiss and wear down the blush still lingering in Hermione's cheeks.

"Well I reckon we do nothing really - what can we do?" asked Hermione, a small frown smeared through her lips.

"What would Sirius do?" asked Harry in a low whisper.

Both Ron and Hermione turned there heads towards Harry in a fast retake.

"Harry - you can't be serious!" said Hermione, shooting Ron a 'do- something' look.

"I think it would be a brilliant idea really," said Ron, shrugging as turned and starting walking off down the corridor.

"Ron!" hissed Hermione, now skipping to catch up to him.

"What - oh please Hermione, we do it all the time, and we haven't been caught yet."

"Even with Umbridge?"

"What about the orf!"

"She nearly caught us."

"Well Hermione," said Ron through a timid voice, "it helps a lot when Umbridge isn't here anymore, don't you reckon?"

"I guess but -"

"It'll be alright Hermione, we'll Floo to him when we know no one will be around, I'll send him an owl telling him alright," reasoned Harry.

"Oh - alright!" she huffed, throwing her hair back as she let out a frustrated sigh.

"Hey mate," said Ron as they turned and started to climb there third staircase that morning.

"Yeah Ron?" asked Harry.

"Do you ever wonder what You-Know-Who is saying to Hayley -- if he was the one that was making her walk towards the lake?"

Harry and Hermione shared a look. So Ron was catching on also.

Ron seemed distracted by the looks being thrown at him, as he continued. "I mean for all we know, he maybe bloody well telling her everything."

Harry let out a tired sigh as his eyes descended down to the floor beneath him, his mind wondering over the picture of Hayley still lying there in the hospital bed. He could only hope that Madame Pomfrey will give her the Memory potion as soon as she wakes up, she won't remember the dream, or the voice, or the lake, and Harry can just forget about it all along with her.

'I can only hope that's all he's saying to her.'

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"I got what I could," said Hermione walking into the Common Room. Her bag thrown over her shoulder, and from the looks of it, it looked near ready to burst.

"Did I miss much?" asked Harry as she sat down beside him. He had taken his own advice, and skipped morning classes. He wasn't about to skip the evening ones also, but Hermione had been generous enough to collect his absent work for him.

"Not really - today you were lucky, but Hagrid wants to speak to you separately he said, and I doubt its about school work. Professor McGonagall -- she didn't give us any homework today, you just have to practice your transfiguration with Hedwig, and Flitwick says to practice your fire spells, the examine is set for next Thursday. But other then that, that's about it."

"Good," sighed Harry. He had been worried that if he missed half of today, unlike Hayley, he would be loaded with more work. He set the books aside on the table beside him, then leaned over and pecked Hermione on the cheek and said a simply thank you for retrieving his work.

"So where's Ron off at?" she asked, scanning the Common Room for any sign of a red mob of hair.

"Down at the Quidditch field, practicing for the try-outs."

"Why didn't you go with him?" she asked, scooting closer as their forearms bumped one another.

"I didn't feel in the mood," was his only reply.

"How is Quidditch going lately anyway?" asked Hermione. Harry could note she was trying to carry on a conversation with him, and in all honesty he wasn't in the mood for that either, but then again he owed that much to her.

"Going great I guess - try outs are next week, Katie hasn't been too hard on us, but I have a feeling we have an even more determined Oliver on our hands."

Hermione let out a small laugh at the attempted joke, but Harry could tell she was just trying to cheer him up.

"Did you go see Hayley at all?" Of course, Harry should have known. She was wasting no time in devising a plan to asking this question.

"No - I don't know what I would do if I went, she's still out cold, and I don't want to deal with Madame Pomfrey."

"Harry," asked Hermione in a very quiet voice, scanning the Common Room for any prying ears, but they were quite alone except for the few seventh years in the back corner, leaning over a piece of parchment.

Harry stared at her; he knew that voice well enough to know that a lecture was coming on. He nodded his head at her all the same for her to continue.

"Do you ever wonder if Dumbledore - Sirius - and Hagrid, should all- be damned by this."

Harry stared at her; merrily not daring to believe what he thought had just escaped her mouth.

"Well okay let me rephrase that," she said through a small bit of grimace in her voice. "Do you ever wonder, if Dumbledore, Sirius, and Hagrid know there doing the right thing by this?"

"By what Hermione?"

"Hiding this from her."

Harry couldn't believe what he was actually hearing. Hermione Granger was actually disbelieving a teacher's method on what's good and what's bad.

"Hermione I don't -"

"Okay let me explain that better also. The longer they go with this, the harder she will take it when - well if she finds out. If it were me, and one day I found out that -- everything I've lived with, grown up with, was a lie; I wouldn't take it the way everyone would want me to. I mean if my parents weren't my real parents, and one of my best friends was really my brother and that I wasn't who I thought I was, I wouldn't be able to face the people who did that to me."

"I guess I see what your saying, but Hermione what are we going to do, we tell her -- we might as well be facing death with Dumbledore, Sirius, then not to mention her parents as well."

"They shouldn't be mad, we should be the ones to be mad -- Hayley should out of all of us. There the ones that are lying. Were just being held by their rules."

"I doubt they would see it that way Hermione. I mean, I have been alone with Hayley numerous times, and have come so close to just blurting everything out. Like I don't care anymore for the risks, I just want her to know."

"If it makes you feel any better Harry -- so have I," said Hermione, adverting her eyes away from Harry's shocked ones.

"You have!" he hissed, amusement dripping from his voice.

"Well yes - but I wasn't thinking about telling her -- it just almost slipped before I caught myself."

"What did you say?"

"Oh - its not that big of a deal or anything, we were getting ready in the Dormitory the other morning -- and well -- I went down looking for you and Ron and you two weren't anywhere to be seen, so I almost asked Hayley 'where is that brother of yours' but I caught myself in time."

Harry couldn't help the laugh that erupted through his throat. Hermione hit his forearm playfully at his amusement of the whole thing.

"I wonder if Ron has had any slip-ups?" asked Hermione as she leaned closer towards him.

"I doubt it - that's if he can actually get the words out without mumbling it at her."

"But isn't it hard to think about," started Hermione again, completely avoiding the subject of Ron and Hayley. "That just some stranger comes into your life and someone says there your sibling and your supposed to believe them?"

"Well, Hermione I honestly doubt there lying now, compared to our looks -- I highly doubt it."

"Well yes," she said, a small smile playing at her lips.

Harry stared at her as she turned to face him, a determined look on her face.

"I can't believe I am about to say this, but Harry, you need to tell her."

"What!"

"Well I'm not saying you just walk right up to her and announce it, but you need to tell her. This isn't right. This will blow up in their faces if they keep it up, it's just not right, she deserves to know who she is in this world."

"Hermione, what's wrong with you?" asked Harry, begging to let her words be true, and not some determined act to cheer him up.

"She doesn't deserve this Harry," she began again. Harry could have sworn he saw tears starting to form in the depths of her eyes as he watched her close them as an attempt to capture her breath again.

"She doesn't deserve what Hermione?"

"She needs to know why she's waking up in the middle of the night, wet and cold from sweat, she deserves to know why her scar hurts her so bad -- that she's passing out from it, she deserves to know she is living a lie Harry, you need to tell her. I can't believe I'm saying this, but be damned to Dumbledore, Sirius, and everyone else who wants her to be kept a secret. They can't protect her if that's what they think they're doing - look at what almost happened this morning, she almost died!

She isn't some school rule enforced on you so that you'll obey it - she's your sister Harry!"

At this point, the tears came spilling over the brim of Hermione's eyes as Harry watch them fall down her cheeks in larges puddles.

"Hermione - love - its okay, everything will be okay," said Harry, gathering her into his arms and letting her sob into his shoulder. He hadn't known it was affecting Hermione this much.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled pulling away from the embrace and whipping at her sorrow eyes, salt tracks now falling from her gentle face.

"Don't be sorry Hermione - it's alright -"

"No - I shouldn't be crying over this, I - don't know, must be the stress of work and everything."

Harry leaned over and kissed her forehead. He could feel her go limp in his arms as he tightened them around her.

He pulled her away and looked her in the eyes.

"Hermione - I love you - I may not show it, I may not act like it, but I do, and I'm sorry. You should tell me these things from now on -- promise me that you'll tell me?"

"I promise," she said whipping away the last tear to ever stain her face that night. She leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips before pulling away mumbling a soft I love you to, before standing up and looking over him.

"I'm going to go wash up, and go to bed early."

She leaned down, and kissed him once more on the lips. Feeling sleep weep through his body, Harry kissed her back gently before he felt her pull away again. He watched as she stood back up and began to head over to the Portrait, but right as she was about to turn and walk out she turned back to him, the same loving smile crossed over her lips.

"Take to heart what I said Harry," then with that she turned and walked out. Leaving a completely shocked Harry in her wake.

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'"She is living a lie Harry -- Its not right, she deserves to know who she is in this world -- They can't protect her - Be damned to Dumbledore, Sirius, and everyone who's lying to her."'

Hermione's voice never left Harry's head that night. Her words kept repeating themselves over and over to him, almost causing a hole to burst through his brain. He could almost hear her completely clear, as if she was standing right next to him, repeating those last faint words she had given him.

Harry tossed over onto his side for probably the twentieth time that night. He hadn't even felt his eyes gain the weight of tiredness, and he knew that they probably wouldn't be at all tonight.

Sighing with frustration, he turned his head up to the side of his clock sitting on his beside cabinet.

Groaning as his eyes scanned the little red numbers blinking back at him:

1: 47 AM

It really didn't help much that tonight of all nights, Ron's snoring had increased, Deans mumbling wouldn't subside, and Seamus couldn't possibly go more than five minutes without turning over in his sleep in loud huffs.

Feeling completely annoyed and well awake Harry threw the covers off him. Knowing all to well that tonight would be a night that sleep would not be gathering through his mind.

Harry stood up, and began pacing around the room. Careful not to make his steps too hard on the wooden floor or the creaks emerging from beneath his feet, as he passed his dorm mates sleeping forms.

By practically the third circle that's when he was met with his bed again.

Harry looked down and sighed. Why was he bothering to even listen to Dumbledore anymore? Like Dumbledore deserves that respect from him anyway, even after all the lies he's pulled on Harry.

Spotting his trunk peeking out through under his bed, Harry couldn't take it anymore. He had to do this.

Running forward he seized his trunk and opened it in a hurry. Remerging through it, a little louder than necessary but like anyone would hear it; a few more shuffles and he found what he was looking for.

'Please let this work.'

He stuffed the pocketknife into his pants, then reaching over he grabbed the Invisibility Cloak sitting beside him, throwing it over him in an inpatient manner.

He stepped out through the Portrait hole no less then twenty seconds later. Not caring if the Fat Lady saw him or not, he began to set down the corridor, holding the cloak tight around his body, and repeatedly touching the knife held safely within the band of his pants.

'What if she wakes up - what will I say to her, just come out and say it, or just play Dumbledore's little game till it blows up in his face?'

Personally it didn't matter what would happen, Harry had already made his choice. He was already down two corridors and still had one left till he reached his destined desire.

'Hermione's right - she needs to know - she deserves to know - everything, I just hope I'm doing the right thing.'

Coming upon the arched doors, Harry took one of his hands that had been wrapped tightly within the cloak and gently pulled the knife out of his pants.

Apparently Harry knew Madame Pomfrey wouldn't be leaving her head quarters with an un-locked door, but expecting this, he came prepared.

Taking in a breath as he withdrew the knife, he then began to stuff it into the door lock. Praying for dear merci that this would work, he took his other hand, and began to push the knife harder into the lock.

Hearing an 'audible' click from within the door, he smiled as he placed the knife back within his pants. Noting to thank Sirius everyday for the rest of his life.

Wrapping his hands back within the cloak, he pushed the door open.

He closed it gently behind him, not wanting to cause an echo ringing through the silent corridors, and get Filch to come running in his direction.

He sighed with relief as he stepped away from the door, looking around the room once more. He really hadn't known where Madame Pomfrey bed laid, but if it was anywhere near by, he didn't want to cause her to come running either. She maybe even worse then an anger Filch at one in the morning.

Turning around slowly, Harry stopped instantly as his eyes met the form of his sister.

Still lying in the same bed they had placed her in, still lying in the same clothes and still stiff as ever. Harry noted her breathing was still a bit steady, but not as bad as it had been before. He could see the moonlight reflecting off her face as he stepped closer to her.

Her face looked so pale, or maybe it was just the moonlight reflecting off her skin along with her frizzed and dishelmed raven locks.

Harry had to admit, she looked a lot better then she had before. It was obvious Madame Pomfrey had cleaned her up. The blood that had been stained into her hair and skin were now gone, and the only remaining factor of that were the small bruises up her left cheek.

Pulling the silver material over his face, Harry began to roll it up into a small ball, and bending over, he set it at the base of the bed. Standing back up, his eyes caught the site of Hayley's feet sticking slightly out from beneath the covers.

Grabbing the end of the cotton, he pulled it down over her toes. Making sure the skin being exposed was now tightly wrapped within the cotton of the blanket.

Standing back up, Harry turned to his left. Seeing nothing but beds in his gaze, he turned to his right. Spotting a chair sitting directly from the bed across from Hayley's, he began to cross the stone floor.

Picking it up gently, and walking back over to Hayley's side, he set it down, barely making any sound as the metal came upon its new ground.

Harry sat within the chair. A small shiver running through his limbs from the cold contact through the lack of his pajamas.

Once he found a comfortable spot he preferred, he leaned forward, resting his elbows lightly beside Hayley's waist.

He scanned over her face once more. Almost traumatized of the image of his mother laying before him.

He didn't know how to start this, but he'd have to get this off his chest. Either that or he may as well never be able to look at Hayley the right way again.

"Hayley?" he whispered, already knowing she wouldn't be able to hear him, and if given some fate of the gods she did, it might very well make all this turmoil go away.

"I don't know if you can hear me or not," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "but I need for you to hear this.

Hayley - you don't know how hard this is. I know you don't see it, or maybe you do, I don't know. Sometimes I can barely look at you, maybe -- no more then ten seconds without feeling what I have been for almost a month and half now.

They all lie you know that - even Sirius kept this from me, Remus also. I always thought they wouldn't be the ones to play a Dumbledore on me, but I was wrong. I guess I didn't see that one either. See that everyone is a liar in this world, even the ones that do love you, they just use that excuse against you. They say they do it out of love, but they don't know what there really doing it out of.

Do you have any idea what it was like the day I found out about you? It was hell - you probably won't ever have to feel that feeling in your life, and if you do Hayley, Merlin I hope you handle it better then I did.

I never told Hermione or Ron this, I can't even believe I'm telling you, but the day I found out about you, I didn't only get drunk. I won't deny it anymore, I was so close to wanting to kill myself. I was in to much pain, I felt that no one could help me anymore, not really wanting to be helped in the matter, but I felt trapped you know. Just climbing up to the top of the mountain, and jumping off -- it seemed almost like heaven, just for everything to go away. But I knew I couldn't do that, I knew I would leave behind a world of death, and pain, I could see Ron and Hermione, and I knew I couldn't do it. I could almost hear Voldemort's laughter in my head.

But the first time I saw you - after it took probably ten minutes to actual get you to turn the corner, I was almost filled with regret of ever wanting to kill myself. The look in your eyes - Merlin, it was almost like watching mum turn that corner. I haven't seen much of her, not her at this age however but you are an exact creation of her. It almost helped me when I saw you, almost reminded me that they aren't really gone, but still alive within us, you know? I can just image how Remus felt when he first saw you.

The first time I had heard you speak - I don't think I actually heard the things you were saying, but I was pretty speechless. You were speaking to me that was the problem that shook me hard. I know I didn't hide my feelings towards Malfoy very well, but you have to understand this Hayley, I've never had a real reason to hate Malfoy. I wasn't even sure I had before, but after I found you in the Great Hall that morning and saw him touching you -- I was sure that was the first time I really hated him. Hated him with a passion.

Made me think more I guess - thinking I couldn't protect you like I wanted to. I guess to other people the way they see me looking at you, they would probably call it a crushing look, but they don't know the pain I feel every time I look at you, and I have Dumbledore to thank for that.

You really don't know how lucky you have it Hayley. A family that loves you, cares for you, and even if I hate admitting it, can protect you from anything. I guess if they can protect you from knowing who Voldemort and me are, they really can do it. But now I see just how powerful Voldemort can be -- they can't protect you from everything, just like I can't either.

You grew up being loved, while I -- the fame of the Wizarding World, grew up being probably the most well hated grimace within our aunt's home. Maybe that's why I am happy that you didn't have to endure that, but then again, I am also happy I didn't have to endure what you have grown up with either.

People at this school are pretty dense in my opinion. They can't see the resemblance between us -- even you can't! I guess the Hayley Potter in you did die fifteen years ago. There are things I wish so much Hayley, things I know may never come true, but I know they can come true if I stop giving a damn what everyone thinks is right.

I wish - for once I wasn't the answer to everyone's problems. They all except me to end the fear they go through each time they leave there loved ones. I wish - Voldemort had actual killed me fifteen years ago. I know its wrong, and it's just as bad as the day I found out about you, but at least you wouldn't have to know about me, you would be safer then you are now. I wish mum had gotten me out of the house along with you. We could have grown up together, having to never know the lies out there that you are living through now. Pretty much most of all - I wish Tom Riddle was never born.

I may have never met our parents Hayley, but just hearing stories about them from Sirius, and Remus, and Misses Weasley, it still hurts me to know I will never get to meet them. I guess my wish was blessed. I met you. The only thing I have left of them. But Hayley, it still doesn't mean shit when you don't even know who you are.

I can't believe you still haven't seen me yet. I mean really, really seen me. You may look at me from afar but basically your not really staring. You haven't seen our eyes, you haven't noticed our hair, and I may bless Merlin for this - but you haven't seen my scar either."

Harry stopped talking after that thought sunk into his head. His eyes had retrieved to looking out the window while he had been talking. He brought his eyes back up towards Hayley's peaceful face. He reached up slowly, trying not to wake the girl, though he doubted he would while she was still deep into her sleep.

He brought his hand towards her face and gently pulled back her raven locks that had been lying over her face. He set the handful of hair onto her shoulder, as he returned his eyes now to her exposed scar.

Harry sat back down slowly, not once his eyes leaving his sister's forehead.

"The first time I saw your scar - I thought I would pass out. You have no idea how much that had hit me. I don't know how you got it, but you did. Which makes me question if you really did get out of the house that night."

Harry leaned back into his chair. Now feeling his eyes beginning to droop with tiredness. He stifled a short yawn before he began to talk again.

"If anything ever happened to you - Hermione or Ron, I don't think I would be able to live with myself. And if it happened and you didn't know the truth, I know I wouldn't be able to live. Hayley - you need to understand I will protect you. I've never known the feeling but I'm pretty sure that's what big brothers do," with that said, Harry reached his hand forward. Intertwining it with Hayley's cold hand lying beside her.

He leaned his head forward. Sighing as he felt it hit the soft material of the bed.

"I promise you'll know Hayley - someday soon - you'll know," he said giving the hand beneath his grip a small squeeze as he closed his eyes, yawning once more. His hand still holding Hayley's tightly within his own.

It was right as Harry fell asleep, that he didn't even notice the hand beneath his grip, give the slightest pressure as it squeezed back.

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Feeling the rising sun sting beneath her closed eyelids, and only making her groan in annoyance at the light in her eyes, Hayley began to shuffle her head back and forth.

Ending this result in the sun never leaving its presences within her slumber. Hayley slowly began to open her eyes. She regretted it immensely as she felt the sun sting straight into her eyes. Groaning again, Hayley tried to turn her head away from its gaze. Moaning from the pain she felt from that to, she kept her head straight instead. Trying to recompose her eyes to focus as she started looking around the room. Everything seemed dizzy to her.

Trying again, she strained her neck towards her right, seeking the numbers of her clock sitting atop of her cabinet.

Feeling confused when all she saw was more beds beside her, and the absence of her clock, she looked up. Seeing the ceiling above her, all she saw was the high carved stone instead of her usual four-poster canvas red.

'Where am I?'

Bringing her right hand up to her head, she began to rub at her tired eyes. That's when the pain in her head submerged full force, only causing her to groan more.

Feeling something pushing into her back, she turned her head over to her left. Maybe it was the loss of sleep but she swore she could feel someone else in the room with her, literally speaking.

Hayley turned her head to the left, suddenly finding her face buried in what seemed like a thick, black mass of hair. The scent of shampoo filled her nostrils and she realized there was a head resting next to her shoulder in this bed, beside her!

'What the..'

Looking down farther that's when the strangers face came into full view within her eye view.

"Harry!"

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Groaning as Harry felt pressure began to issue through his shoulder, he turned his head over.

"Harry - wake up!"

Harry brought his hand up and began to swat away at the intruder, not feeling in the mood to deal with anyone this earlier in the morning.

"Harry!"

Turning his head over once more, Harry felt something shoot through his back at a force of what seemed like a spell hitting him.

Starting to come back to reality from his dream, he began to burry his head into his pillow, only to find it wasn't there. He then found his head buried in something lumpy and hard. He could feel someone's heartbeat beneath his ear.

Bringing his head up slightly he groaned as felt his glasses literally glued to the bridge of his nose as he felt them pushing into his skin.

"Harry?" spoke the same voice.

Turning his head to his left, a little to fast as he felt his neck crack at the fast intake he had motioned. He began to feel his eyes coming into focus as he scanned around his surroundings.

That's when emerald orbs met emerald orbs.

"Hayley?"

"Harry why are we in bed together?"

Harry looked down to wear Hayley was gesturing to. That's when he felt his eyes widen with what he saw.

Harry was in bed with Hayley!

But how did he -

That's when he felt it hit him like a load of bricks.

He remembered now walking down to the hospital wing, finding Hayley and sitting with her. He must have fallen asleep, so then how did he end up in bed with her.

'THE DREAM!' screamed a voice through his head.

"Harry!" squealed Hayley, bringing him back to attention of reality.

'The dream about Hermione -I must have climbed into bed with Hayley thinking it was Hermione! God damn sex dreams!'

"I-I dunno," muttered Harry, immediately throwing the covers off him and hopping out of bed as soon as his legs carried him.

"Where are we?" asked Hayley, completely forgetting Harry, and looking around the beds once more.

"Its t-the Hospital Wing," muttered Harry, he could feel his face burning crimson, but not seeming to notice as he kept returning to the thought of he had just woken up next to his sister.

Harry knew Hayley was staring at him, but she on the other hand wasn't blushing the color of blood right now. Instead she was rubbing her forehead in a circular pattern.

"Are you alright?" asked Harry as he watched her features suddenly go deathly pale.

"That voice?" was all she said, as her eyes took on a look of glossy pearl.

Harry froze to the spot. On god no...

"Hayley what voice?"

"THAT VOICE! I HEARD HIM! HE WAS IN MY HEAD!"

Harry couldn't move, he didn't know what to say. He only stared at her, frozen to the spot.

'Madame Pomfrey didn't give her the Memory Potion!'

"Harry I heard him! He was in my head, he wanted me to find him, he wants me to follow him!"

Harry didn't know what to do. Suddenly feeling scared out of his wits, he started looking everywhere for a memory potion Madame Pomfrey might have left out for her.

"WHO WAS HE HARRY - WHAT DOES HE WANT WITH ME!" she screamed while Harry ran to the cabinet and throwing open the doors, he started scanning every bottle for some sign of a 'memory' crossed over it.

"I can still hear him Harry - he's still in my head?"

Harry was to busy looking over the bottles that he didn't even see Hayley get out of bed and run over to him. Seizing him by the arms, and turning him around forcefully.

"Hayley stop this -"

"WHO WAS HE!" she screamed, there faces only mere inches apart as she shook him.

Harry was so close to her face, he could see the tears shining in her eyes.

"Harry - please - who was he, I know you know! He wants both of us - h-he told me!" she said, her voice lowering as she began to weep into his shoulder.

"Hayley just calm down -"

"NO I WILL NOT CALM DOWN!" she screamed again, pushing him away from her and running back over to the bed.

'Where the hell is Madame Pomfrey!'

If no one had come by now, then they probably wouldn't be, given to how loud Hayley was screaming, it would be impossible not to hear her echoes half way down the corridor.

Harry walked forward and seized Hayley around the shoulders. Trying to hold her still as she moved against him and kept trying to push him away. He tried to keep her from moving and hold her still while trying to muffle her screams.

"I can hear him Harry!"

"Hayley shut up -"

"He wants to hurt me - he wants me in the lake - he wants me now!"

"HAYLEY -"

"Tell me - why - what does he want with me!"

"STOP MOVING!"

"TELL ME -- YOU KNOW!"

Hayley pushed Harry off her as Harry stopped for a second to recapture the words she had just thrown at him.

"Hayley stop -"

"Tell me!"

"Hayley please - your fine, he doesn't want you -"

"YOU KNOW! YOUR HIDING IT FROM ME!"

"If you don't stop ranting people will hear you -"

"TELL ME NOW!!"

"HAYLEY I'M SERIOUS - STOP SCREAMING!"

"WHAT ARE YOU HIDING FROM ME! QUIT LYING!"

"YOU'RE MY BLOODY SIS -"

"POTTER GLENWOOD!" screamed a voice at the door echoing into the room and cutting Harry short from his sentence.

"Professor McGonagall," said Harry in a broken voice, due to all the screaming he had just been issuing.

"What in Heaven are you doing up here!" she hissed walking forward, and glaring daggers towards Harry.

"Professor - we were - I was trying to get Hayley back into bed."

"Potter, you aren't even supposed to be here, you have class in ten minutes!"

Harry began to walk forward, not even bothering to look back at Hayley. Now more then egger to escape the room and avoid looking at Hayley for as longed as he lived. Right as his hands came within reach of the door -

"Hold on just a minute Potter, I need to speak with you. Miss Glenwood you to have class in ten minutes. I'll be sure to report to Madame Pomfrey I dismissed you and that you'll be back again tonight," she said, nodding Hayley towards the door.

Hayley looked at Harry for a moment, giving him a look Harry couldn't place. Her eyes were now emptier then he had ever seen them. Almost a pale green color.

"Miss Glenwood now please," repeated McGonagall nodding towards the door once more. Harry could tell she wasn't going to be using that sweet toned voice with him after Hayley was out of the room.

Harry watched as Hayley began to cross the stone floor, her head held down near her chest as she walked. It wasn't until she was near the door till she turned and gave Harry one last look before stepping out of the room.

Professor McGonagall turned to him, and Harry knew immediately what was coming.

"Do you realize that just now Potter if I hadn't have come walking in here from hearing you two all the way up on the fifth floor, that you would have destroyed everything?"

"Yes Professor -"

"And do you not recall that just only two weeks ago, Professor Dumbledore told you that you were restrained from doing that?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Potter - I know this isn't easy, but you have to face it, you cannot tell her. I'd rather not have to go to the force of putting Hayley into her own Dormitory just to separate the two of you -"

"No!"

"Fine - I'd make you report to Professor Dumbledore but if you promise me that you will never breath this to Miss Glenwood again, I will not report it. Potter I do not want to go to the lengths of what is right just because you can't follow a simple rule."

Harry stared at her, trying with all his needs not to glare at her as she referred to Hayley as a rule.

'Just like Hermione said - they all think she's some rule.'

She gave him a stern look before slightly turning it into a small smile.

"Thank you Professor."

"You have class to get to now - I don't want you being late."

Harry smiled once more at her, then turning and beginning to walk out, he felt his nerves start to loosen a little.

"Oh and Potter."

Harry stopped slowly, trying to regain his heartbeat; he turned back around towards her.

"Your first detention will be arranged the day after Hogsmeade of this weekend, eight o'clock sharp - don't be late and meet me in my office, I mean it Potter."

Harry nodded at her, trying to make his appearance somewhat respectable, but failing badly as he stepped out of the hospital. Turning towards his left, he began to walk down the corridor.

Not even noticing as Hayley stepped out from behind the door that had closed behind him, staring after his retreating form for some time before she, herself turned and started walking down the opposite corridor of him.

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I apologize terrible for the delay of this chapter. October had been probably the worst, month of this year.

I got hit with the stomach flu I had exams all week And I have been extremely tired with the play I am currently in

Thank you for all the reviews!