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A/N: Thanks for all the GREAT WONDERFUL reviews!!!!!! Ok here's the thing about slash…I'm not making this a slash story…but I'm might add a small little slashy kiss, and I PROMISE IT WON'T BE LIKE GROSS!!! Honestly I don't think any of the HP characters are gay (JK would've let us know if they were!) so I won't make them gay in my fic, and even if I go through with the little plan, in the end everyone'll come out straight…but some for humor purpose is definitely fun to use…or…you'll see. But don't get the wrong idea, this isn't a slash fic, and I feel bad for offending those of you who thought it was!!! Anyway….a new character is gonna come in this chapter, and keep in mind that in the end there'll most likely be a twist about her.
Harry was just making his way to the Gryffindor tower with Ron, talking about how little of Hermione they saw these days, when Professor. McGonagall called out his name. Turning around dreadfully, wondering if she was gonna bust him for something, he asked her what was going on.
"I want you to take something to Madam Pomfrey for me," she said and without waiting for an answer shoved a small brown box into his hands.
Mystified Harry told Ron he'd be right back, and made his way to the hospital wing. As soon as he entered though, Harry was surprised to see Dumbledore there leaning over a patient and, and watched as he straightened up turning to leave. Yet all thoughts of Dumbledore had left Harry's mind, he didn't even notice as he passed him, because the second Dumbledore had stood up Harry's eyes had locked into the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.
Harry watched her flushed face, as though it had just been sunburned, taking in the beauty of her perfect heart shaped face, and longing to touch her beautiful full lips, looking at the beads of moister the water she had just drank left on them. Yet what took Harry's breath away were her eyes, as though just dipped in honey they sparkled in gold, but it was not enough to cover the pain within them…pain that was transferred to Harry through those astonishing eyes, shockingly real and powerful.
As thought drowning deeper and deeper into her eyes, Harry did not notice that Dumbledore was standing next to him, watching him. His eyes were taking in as much of her as they could, until he felt Dumbledore's cold fingers on his shoulder.
"Harry, can I have a word with you?" he said quietly to a blushing Harry, realizing that he had just stood there dumbstruck, watching that girl.
"Sure sir, I…Professor McGonagall told me to—"
"Actually, I was the one who told her to make you come here," Dumbledore chuckled lightly, while Harry stared at him in disbelief, "you see there is someone here I'm sure would do you a whole lot of benefit to meet."
"You mean that girl?"
"Yes, Voldemort's daughter to be exact!"
"What?!! But…she can't be…" Harry felt his mouth go dry, someone so beautiful couldn't be related to Voldemort…no, Dumbledore must have been jesting with him! But Dumbledore just smiled sadly and nodded his head, "h-how?"
"It's quite sad actually, her mother and Voldemort had been lovers, until that is Voldemort left her never knowing she was pregnant. I had been keeping a watch on them, as her mother got married…but I did not see it coming as the death eaters were ordered to kill the whole family. By the time I got there it was much too late, both her parents were dead—"
"How come they didn't kill her?"
"Because she is much too young and beautiful at 17," Dumbledore looked disgusted, as though he could not stand the thought, "they were planning on raping her!"
"HIS OWN DAUGHTER…how could he?" Harry felt a rather cold chill rundown his spine, he couldn't get those pained eyes out of his head.
"I'm quite sure Voldemort has no idea about that, but she knows," Dumbledore looked rather grave, "that is why Harry I must ask you to not say a word to anyone of her true identity, if the truth comes out it might cost her life."
"I understand," Harry said quietly, then looked down a picture of her flushed skin passed through his mind, "why is she so sick?"
"They gave her paralyzing potion, which is rather harsh on ones body when given the antidote. She has quite a high fever and it might take her a while to recover."
"Sir, what did you mean when you said meeting her would benefit me?" but Dumbledore just chuckled.
"I want you to help her get through this! The only person who would understand her pain of losing someone she loved so dearly…I'm asking you if you'd help her, spend a few nights a week with her while she gets better…but come alone. She has gone through a lot, but you two need each other, keep your eyes open Harry…cause she is going to teach you an important lesson, the most important thing you'll ever learn!"
"Ok," Harry said staring into those blue eyes, but Harry hadn't agreed to this for Dumbledore's sake…it was those pained eyes, burning holes deep into his heart! "I'll be there for her."
* * *
Hermione smiled when she saw Remus sitting bye himself at the library, looking through a heavy book. Quietly she made her way towards him and tapped his shoulder making him jump.
"Hermione, didn't expect you here…specially without Evans, you guys have been joined at the hip these days," Remus said looking up at her with those warm amber eyes of his.
"Oh so you've noticed?"
"Kinda hard not too, when the prettiest Gryffindor girls start ignoring you!" Remus said with a small smile, making Hermione pink.
"Me pretty," Hermione said trying to casually play it off, tugging at her long curly hair, "with MY hair, yeah right!"
"I like your hair," Hermione would have thought he was joking, until she saw the seriousness in his eyes turning a deeper shade of red, "It's so wild and free…yet totally adorable."
Hermione opened her mouth to say something but was cut off as James appeared behind Remus, out of breath and black paint smeared on his forehead. Remus quickly whipped around as he heard James call his name.
"Moony," James chocked out, trying to catch his breath, then started talking really fast, "we need your help, someone has to lift the frizzing charm as they come, and me and Sirius have to take care of the last bit of it, so there'll be no time for us to the monsters loose, WE NEED YOU!!!!"
"James…what the hell are you talking about?" Remus looked as though he hadn't managed to take a single word in, and at that moment Hermione screamed out in shock as she got jabbed in the sides, and turned to see Sirius' grinning face.
"Just saying hi. Hi!" Sirius waved a hand as Hermione, who hit in the stomach, though she couldn't suppress her the smile twitching at the corner of her lips.
"Pads we have no time to play around, we need to get the blood," James glared at Sirius while dragging Remus out of his chair, "we explain everything after we get there, Moony!"
Hermione watched as the three boys disappeared, there was something about Remus and Sirius leaving her side that made her sad…and ashamed to do so, as they were in their 30s in her time!!!
* * *
"Harry!" Ron exclaimed throwing an arm around Harry's shoulder, "Where were you?"
"Hospital Wing," Harry said with a small smile, but for some reason he wanted to keep the mysterious girl to himself for now, "the potatoes look really good tonight."
"Uh," Ron gave Harry a suspicious look, but seeing Harry busy stuffing his mouth, gave up, "well Sirius and James said their prank is gonna be played at dinner…and all the Slytherins look pretty normal to me!"
However, as soon as these words had left Ron's mouth, Sirius appeared with James following behind…and they made their way to the Slytherin table. Before anyone had even taken this fact to their brains, the two boys emptied their bags on the floor…revealing little transparent bags full of some kind of dark liquid, and pointing their wands at them the shouted out a charm together, sending the little bags to explode on each of the Slytherins.
It took almost a minute for this to sink in and for the Slytherins to get out of their chairs angrily, chasing after the two Marauders, by which time Harry and Ron thought it best to follow…wondering what the heck was going on.
Harry and Ron made sure to stay a bit behind the Slytherins, and so did all the others who followed them, and boy was there a crowed behind them…a crowd that included teachers! Knowing Sirius and James were gonna be stuck with detention for a WHOLE month, Harry followed out the Entrance and entered the cool grounds, that were not yet dark.
It was a very good thing that Harry and Ron were running some distance away from the Slytherins, because only a few minutes running through the green grass, and suddenly all the Slytherins were attacked by huge black monstrous creatures. Harry wasn't scared though, one glance and he knew them to be Thestrals…but he couldn't say the same about Ron, who looked as though he'd have a heart attack. Harry wanted to try to explain to Ron what was going on, but with all the noise going on he couldn't even hear himself, and turned to watch horrified Slytherins screaming and fighting their way through, thinking the Thestrals were going to attack.
Harry's eyes however traveled to the great monstrous creatures and realized something was wrong, as there skin was no longer soft and leathery looking…it was more like…colored in! That was when he finally understood, laughing softly, he realized James and Sirius had painted the Thestrals and drenched them in blood, before chasing them outside so the Thestrals would smell their blood and want a taste. Since most of the Slytherins don't know what Thestrals look like they're scared thinking their some sort of wild monsters, since they look it already, Harry thought grinning…but within seconds it was wiped off of his face.
If his father or Sirius had painted the Thestrals black, it would mean that one of them, if not both, could see them. When Harry had first came here, he had thought it was all gonna be fun times with his father and friends…but Voldemort's shade still kept the joy from shining down, as he had learned this afternoon, and again now. A small voice inside his head told him, that he would always be fighting Voldemort, fulfilling the prophecy…no matter where or how far he ran.
Not even remotely amused, Harry made his way back to the Entrance Hall and to the Gryffindor tower, before curling up in his bed, letting his burning tears flow…thinking about his mom and dad smiling at him, Cedric's blank gray eyes…just staring, dead. But most of all Harry's heart laid with Sirius, the way his grip felt on Harry's shoulder, his dark eyes shining with tears that first night…Harry's heart tightened and more tears ran down his cheeks, his whole buddy shaking even though his window was closed.
As Harry fell sleep, she finally pushed the half open door and entered into view. Harry didn't know she had seen the look of sadness that had washed over him, or that she had followed him all the way to his room…he did not know that she stood hidden behind the door, not daring to leave him alone in so much distress.
Quietly Lily walked up to Harry's bed and lowered herself to the ground, feeling as though his pain had burst into his heart as well, she stared into his haunted face. Even though deep sleep, Harry Potter fought his way through horror, Lily thought closing her eyes as a shiver ran down her spine. Mournfully, she took his pale cold hands in both of hers, attempting to warm them up, and startled she saw his expression change, and found him looking peaceful.
Lily didn't understand, but she didn't care, even if he was gay and she couldn't be with him, Lily felt as though her heart bled out to him…though she had no idea why, but making Harry feel better somehow came natural to her. Whipping away her tears, Lily leaned up a little, and brushed her lips gently against the soft skin of his cheek, murmuring a soft 'goodnight'.
A/N: Thanks for all the GREAT WONDERFUL reviews!!!!!! Ok here's the thing about slash…I'm not making this a slash story…but I'm might add a small little slashy kiss, and I PROMISE IT WON'T BE LIKE GROSS!!! Honestly I don't think any of the HP characters are gay (JK would've let us know if they were!) so I won't make them gay in my fic, and even if I go through with the little plan, in the end everyone'll come out straight…but some for humor purpose is definitely fun to use…or…you'll see. But don't get the wrong idea, this isn't a slash fic, and I feel bad for offending those of you who thought it was!!! Anyway….a new character is gonna come in this chapter, and keep in mind that in the end there'll most likely be a twist about her.
Harry was just making his way to the Gryffindor tower with Ron, talking about how little of Hermione they saw these days, when Professor. McGonagall called out his name. Turning around dreadfully, wondering if she was gonna bust him for something, he asked her what was going on.
"I want you to take something to Madam Pomfrey for me," she said and without waiting for an answer shoved a small brown box into his hands.
Mystified Harry told Ron he'd be right back, and made his way to the hospital wing. As soon as he entered though, Harry was surprised to see Dumbledore there leaning over a patient and, and watched as he straightened up turning to leave. Yet all thoughts of Dumbledore had left Harry's mind, he didn't even notice as he passed him, because the second Dumbledore had stood up Harry's eyes had locked into the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.
Harry watched her flushed face, as though it had just been sunburned, taking in the beauty of her perfect heart shaped face, and longing to touch her beautiful full lips, looking at the beads of moister the water she had just drank left on them. Yet what took Harry's breath away were her eyes, as though just dipped in honey they sparkled in gold, but it was not enough to cover the pain within them…pain that was transferred to Harry through those astonishing eyes, shockingly real and powerful.
As thought drowning deeper and deeper into her eyes, Harry did not notice that Dumbledore was standing next to him, watching him. His eyes were taking in as much of her as they could, until he felt Dumbledore's cold fingers on his shoulder.
"Harry, can I have a word with you?" he said quietly to a blushing Harry, realizing that he had just stood there dumbstruck, watching that girl.
"Sure sir, I…Professor McGonagall told me to—"
"Actually, I was the one who told her to make you come here," Dumbledore chuckled lightly, while Harry stared at him in disbelief, "you see there is someone here I'm sure would do you a whole lot of benefit to meet."
"You mean that girl?"
"Yes, Voldemort's daughter to be exact!"
"What?!! But…she can't be…" Harry felt his mouth go dry, someone so beautiful couldn't be related to Voldemort…no, Dumbledore must have been jesting with him! But Dumbledore just smiled sadly and nodded his head, "h-how?"
"It's quite sad actually, her mother and Voldemort had been lovers, until that is Voldemort left her never knowing she was pregnant. I had been keeping a watch on them, as her mother got married…but I did not see it coming as the death eaters were ordered to kill the whole family. By the time I got there it was much too late, both her parents were dead—"
"How come they didn't kill her?"
"Because she is much too young and beautiful at 17," Dumbledore looked disgusted, as though he could not stand the thought, "they were planning on raping her!"
"HIS OWN DAUGHTER…how could he?" Harry felt a rather cold chill rundown his spine, he couldn't get those pained eyes out of his head.
"I'm quite sure Voldemort has no idea about that, but she knows," Dumbledore looked rather grave, "that is why Harry I must ask you to not say a word to anyone of her true identity, if the truth comes out it might cost her life."
"I understand," Harry said quietly, then looked down a picture of her flushed skin passed through his mind, "why is she so sick?"
"They gave her paralyzing potion, which is rather harsh on ones body when given the antidote. She has quite a high fever and it might take her a while to recover."
"Sir, what did you mean when you said meeting her would benefit me?" but Dumbledore just chuckled.
"I want you to help her get through this! The only person who would understand her pain of losing someone she loved so dearly…I'm asking you if you'd help her, spend a few nights a week with her while she gets better…but come alone. She has gone through a lot, but you two need each other, keep your eyes open Harry…cause she is going to teach you an important lesson, the most important thing you'll ever learn!"
"Ok," Harry said staring into those blue eyes, but Harry hadn't agreed to this for Dumbledore's sake…it was those pained eyes, burning holes deep into his heart! "I'll be there for her."
* * *
Hermione smiled when she saw Remus sitting bye himself at the library, looking through a heavy book. Quietly she made her way towards him and tapped his shoulder making him jump.
"Hermione, didn't expect you here…specially without Evans, you guys have been joined at the hip these days," Remus said looking up at her with those warm amber eyes of his.
"Oh so you've noticed?"
"Kinda hard not too, when the prettiest Gryffindor girls start ignoring you!" Remus said with a small smile, making Hermione pink.
"Me pretty," Hermione said trying to casually play it off, tugging at her long curly hair, "with MY hair, yeah right!"
"I like your hair," Hermione would have thought he was joking, until she saw the seriousness in his eyes turning a deeper shade of red, "It's so wild and free…yet totally adorable."
Hermione opened her mouth to say something but was cut off as James appeared behind Remus, out of breath and black paint smeared on his forehead. Remus quickly whipped around as he heard James call his name.
"Moony," James chocked out, trying to catch his breath, then started talking really fast, "we need your help, someone has to lift the frizzing charm as they come, and me and Sirius have to take care of the last bit of it, so there'll be no time for us to the monsters loose, WE NEED YOU!!!!"
"James…what the hell are you talking about?" Remus looked as though he hadn't managed to take a single word in, and at that moment Hermione screamed out in shock as she got jabbed in the sides, and turned to see Sirius' grinning face.
"Just saying hi. Hi!" Sirius waved a hand as Hermione, who hit in the stomach, though she couldn't suppress her the smile twitching at the corner of her lips.
"Pads we have no time to play around, we need to get the blood," James glared at Sirius while dragging Remus out of his chair, "we explain everything after we get there, Moony!"
Hermione watched as the three boys disappeared, there was something about Remus and Sirius leaving her side that made her sad…and ashamed to do so, as they were in their 30s in her time!!!
* * *
"Harry!" Ron exclaimed throwing an arm around Harry's shoulder, "Where were you?"
"Hospital Wing," Harry said with a small smile, but for some reason he wanted to keep the mysterious girl to himself for now, "the potatoes look really good tonight."
"Uh," Ron gave Harry a suspicious look, but seeing Harry busy stuffing his mouth, gave up, "well Sirius and James said their prank is gonna be played at dinner…and all the Slytherins look pretty normal to me!"
However, as soon as these words had left Ron's mouth, Sirius appeared with James following behind…and they made their way to the Slytherin table. Before anyone had even taken this fact to their brains, the two boys emptied their bags on the floor…revealing little transparent bags full of some kind of dark liquid, and pointing their wands at them the shouted out a charm together, sending the little bags to explode on each of the Slytherins.
It took almost a minute for this to sink in and for the Slytherins to get out of their chairs angrily, chasing after the two Marauders, by which time Harry and Ron thought it best to follow…wondering what the heck was going on.
Harry and Ron made sure to stay a bit behind the Slytherins, and so did all the others who followed them, and boy was there a crowed behind them…a crowd that included teachers! Knowing Sirius and James were gonna be stuck with detention for a WHOLE month, Harry followed out the Entrance and entered the cool grounds, that were not yet dark.
It was a very good thing that Harry and Ron were running some distance away from the Slytherins, because only a few minutes running through the green grass, and suddenly all the Slytherins were attacked by huge black monstrous creatures. Harry wasn't scared though, one glance and he knew them to be Thestrals…but he couldn't say the same about Ron, who looked as though he'd have a heart attack. Harry wanted to try to explain to Ron what was going on, but with all the noise going on he couldn't even hear himself, and turned to watch horrified Slytherins screaming and fighting their way through, thinking the Thestrals were going to attack.
Harry's eyes however traveled to the great monstrous creatures and realized something was wrong, as there skin was no longer soft and leathery looking…it was more like…colored in! That was when he finally understood, laughing softly, he realized James and Sirius had painted the Thestrals and drenched them in blood, before chasing them outside so the Thestrals would smell their blood and want a taste. Since most of the Slytherins don't know what Thestrals look like they're scared thinking their some sort of wild monsters, since they look it already, Harry thought grinning…but within seconds it was wiped off of his face.
If his father or Sirius had painted the Thestrals black, it would mean that one of them, if not both, could see them. When Harry had first came here, he had thought it was all gonna be fun times with his father and friends…but Voldemort's shade still kept the joy from shining down, as he had learned this afternoon, and again now. A small voice inside his head told him, that he would always be fighting Voldemort, fulfilling the prophecy…no matter where or how far he ran.
Not even remotely amused, Harry made his way back to the Entrance Hall and to the Gryffindor tower, before curling up in his bed, letting his burning tears flow…thinking about his mom and dad smiling at him, Cedric's blank gray eyes…just staring, dead. But most of all Harry's heart laid with Sirius, the way his grip felt on Harry's shoulder, his dark eyes shining with tears that first night…Harry's heart tightened and more tears ran down his cheeks, his whole buddy shaking even though his window was closed.
As Harry fell sleep, she finally pushed the half open door and entered into view. Harry didn't know she had seen the look of sadness that had washed over him, or that she had followed him all the way to his room…he did not know that she stood hidden behind the door, not daring to leave him alone in so much distress.
Quietly Lily walked up to Harry's bed and lowered herself to the ground, feeling as though his pain had burst into his heart as well, she stared into his haunted face. Even though deep sleep, Harry Potter fought his way through horror, Lily thought closing her eyes as a shiver ran down her spine. Mournfully, she took his pale cold hands in both of hers, attempting to warm them up, and startled she saw his expression change, and found him looking peaceful.
Lily didn't understand, but she didn't care, even if he was gay and she couldn't be with him, Lily felt as though her heart bled out to him…though she had no idea why, but making Harry feel better somehow came natural to her. Whipping away her tears, Lily leaned up a little, and brushed her lips gently against the soft skin of his cheek, murmuring a soft 'goodnight'.