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The door creaked open. Harry quickly rushed to hide behind a near bookshelf. He stared at the door. He concentrated on every centimeter that appeared out of it.
First, he saw a pink fuzzy slipper. Then, his eyes met long, baggy, blue flannel pajama pants. Then, a white and pink shirt was seen. When the face appeared, he nearly fainted.
Sora! Her hair was messily put in a bun and her eyes never left the page of her thick book. As if she did this every night, she walked-without taking her eyes off her book,- to the kitchen, opened the fridge, took out a whole apple, sat on the stool that Harry was just in, and began to eat and read. She never noticed someone appear out of her CD and album collection. As she bit into the apple, her eyes tore from the page when she heard a hoarse "Sora?"
Her well-riped apple dropped to the ground, and she nearly did as well.
"Oh my god, what the hell are you doing here?" she asked urgently, looking at Harry's ghostly white and very confused face.
"Wow. What a wonderful greeting. Is that how you greet everyone you know?"
"No! It's just... How did you- Do you know where- Who told you-How..."
"Don't hurt yourself now, I'm a bit surprised myself. Actually really surprised. And puzzled. I think I have an endless amount of questions by now."
"Me too! How did you know-"
Harry cut her off. "Me first. I'm giving myself at least suspension just to ask my questions. The least you can do is let me go first." Sora nodded.
"Where the hell am I?"
"This house was built on top of the ruins of James and Lily's house. This house is also my old house."
Harry bit his lip. "Okay, maybe I'll ask about that later. How did I get here? You led me here."
Sora looked puzzled. "How did I lead you here? I was in my room the whole time." She had a thoughtful look on her face.
Harry began to see that this wasn't helping. He sighed. "If you were here for a pretty long time, how come we saw you in the hospital wing?"
Sora looked like she didn't want to explain. "It's a long explanation. Let's just say that it's magic. There's a certain spell that makes people believe you are there when you are not. If you noticed, the light was always shining on me, whether it was the sunlight, moonlight, so on. It tricks your eyes and bends the light to make you see me, when I'm really not there."
"Okay, that's the first question that got really cleared up. Well, now, can you tell me why you are here?"
"I'm not the only one here, wait. Sit down. This will take a while. Here's an apple. Don't talk, just listen." Harry sat on a stool next to hers. Her eyes bore into his.
"I'm not alone in this house. Draco's in the room just across the hall of my room, but he's probably sleeping. I've just been thinking about what you said about me leading you here, and I have a feeling Hermione might come in any time soon."
"See, Draco and I have been working together." Harry's anger began to bubble.
"You've been working with a soon-to-be-death eater! Don't-don't tell me you are one. Don't tell me that you've been disguising-"
"No! My gosh, Harry, don't you DARE accuse me of doing that. I can't believe you actually thought that, I..." She let out a deep breath. "Let me tell you the whole story before you start thinking of crazy thoughts like you just did. ."
"Remember the night when we were talking, and I told you that you'll know the story some other time? Well, I'm guessing this is the time. The story goes back long long long time ago, when Tom Riddle was this rich and the most successful business man at the time. He was just married. Around this time is when a woman named Amabelle comes in. Amabelle was a beautiful lady, and had many men following her with their tongue hanging out. However, she was not very beautiful inside, and she was self-centered, and knew about her beauty. So she was a bit cocky sometimes. She first saw Tom Riddle the first at a dinner party. She instantly fell in 'love' with him, but truthfully, she fell in love with his money. She know he had a wife, but she also knew how many dresses and clothes she could buy with his money. So she got this professional, stiff man to follow her into a bedroom one night, and she also got this man to give her much of his earnings. However, that led to her having a baby, with the father being Tom Riddle the first. At first, he supported her with money and a nice house. Then, he realized that his wife began to get very suspicious at his behavior with money. To escape scandal, news, and reporters, he knew that nobody should know of Amabelle. He gave her 2 million dollars, a home, and told her to never come to him again. Nobody would know about her except him, and his diary. She was never seen again. With that, he raised his sons with his wife, with a burden lifted off his shoulders, but a small voice in his head that reminded him of what he had done. Just around then, Amabelle's daughter grew up, with the name of Ellice, and Amabelle got herself another huspand.
Right when Ellice was growing up, there was the whole racist, anti-christians, and anti-jew war. There were people cruel, evil, racist and sexist all around the world. Amabelle and her husband were, obviously, part of this anti-group. When Ellice was around 19, she met a wonderful man, but unfortunately, he was asian. Her parents automatically disapproved, but Ellice liked this man so much, she ran away with him. Together, they lived in a small cooped up house, because her husband couldn't find work easily because he was asian. He worked in a small factory, and earned a small income. But those two were the happiest people at the time. Couple years later, they had a daughter, and loved her very much. Now stop here. If you look at the family tree, it starts with Tom Riddle the first. Then, There's Amabelle and Tom Riddle's real wife. Then, there's Ellice and Tom Riddle the second, and Tom Marvolo Riddle, which you now know as Voldemort. Then, there's Ellice's daughter. That makes that daughter Voldemort's niece right? Well, niece somehow. When Voldemort went back to kill his family, he found his father's diary. The diary spoke of Amabelle and Ellice. Voldemort, being powerful that he was, soon found out that he had a niece, when he was so determined to kill everyone in his family. He went to find everyone, and found that Amabelle had already died, and Ellice and her husband were in London. So, months after he had killed your parents, Harry, he killed Ellice. My uncle, Voldemort, killed my parents just like yours."
Harry's head began to thump. He couldn't think right. His anger, sadness, and confusion reached its top.
"So, so you're telling me that I've liked Voldemort's niece for half an year? Are you telling me that I've been fooled again? I've lost another that I actually cared about? That another person I trusted with all my life happened to be my enemy? I FELL IN LOVE WITH A NIECE OF THE CREATURE WHO LITERALLY RUINED MY LIFE? I FELL IN LOVE WITH THIS GIRL RELATED TO THE CREATURE WHO HAS BEEN TRYING TO KILL ME FOR 17 YEARS? WHY IS IT THAT THIS HAPPENS TO ME? WHY CAN'T ANYTHING GO RIGHT? I can't believe a fell for you, Sora. I can't believe you are doing this to me. Fine. Go ahead. Go help Voldemort kill me. I'm probably better off dead anyway."
Tears welled up in her soft eyes. A vivid red color flushed in her pale cheeks. She raised her hand and slapped Harry's wet and sticky cheek. She screamed, "I TOLD YOU NOT TO COMPARE MYSELF WITH THOSE PEOPLE HARRY. I AM NOT LIKE THAT. I'M NOT EVEN DONE WITH MY STORY. DON'T EVER THINK THAT. YOU MAY HAVE HAD A HARSH LIFE, BUT DON'T EVER THINK ABOUT DEATH LIKE THAT. IT'S NOT THAT EASY. I'VE LOST MY PARENTS WHEN I WAS PRACTICALLY A BABY ALSO. I LIVED WITH FOSTER PARENTS WHO JUST GAVE ME MONEY AND DIDN'T CARE WHAT THE FUCKING HELL HAPPENED TO ME. I LIVED WITH VOLDEMORT FOR 4 YEARS, BEATING ME FOR EVERY MISTAKE I MADE, LEARNING THE DARKEST OF THE DARK ARTS THERE IS ON THIS PLANET, WHEN I HAVE JUST BEEN INTRODUCED TO THE FACT THAT I AM A WITCH. I'VE BEEN COOPED IN A DIRTY, SCARY HOUSE, WORKING 24/7. DO YOU THINK I WOULD EVEN THINK ABOUT JOINING THE DARK SIDE AFTER VOLDEMORT DID THAT TO MY LIFE ALSO? I TOLD YOU. YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE. YOU WOULD NEVER THINK ABOUT JOINING HIM, AND NEITHER WILL I."
She took deep intakes.
"Just, just don't accuse me of something like that Harry. I'm, I'm really not that person that Voldemort hoped I would be. Why do you think I'm hiding here with Draco, Harry? We have both betrayed him, and he may not know, but we have. He will find us soon, and that is why I have been working with Draco to stay alive. Do you see the picture on the fireplace? Those are my foster parents when the social worker came to check up on me. Do you see the picture that you are holding? Those are your parents they had you. When your parents died, the debris was picked up, and a new house was built. The new house was bought by my foster parents. Do you see my room? Under the floor board there is tons and tons of more pictures of you and your parents. And for me leading you here, I'm guessing Voldemort knows of my existence here, and knows of what you feel about me. He led you on, and he will lead Hermione here as well. He's coming this way, but it's too late to run back now, it is now that we must fight." She looked at him with fire in her eyes.
"It is now time for us to defeat this creature who has indeed ruined our lives. It's time to kill Lord Voldemort, Harry."
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Woot woot! I'm guessing 2 more chapters now, until I go writing another fanfiction. Hm, I've grown quite fond of DracoGinny fics. Haha, no, after this, I want to write a really cheesy one, then I'll write a serious DracoGinny fic. Hehe, just for now, review, and stay in tuned!Next 2 chapters are all action! Well, not entirely, you'll see.
Love always-----young (yes, still young)writer 56!