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A/N: Thanks guys for the great reviews!!!! ^_^ oh and don't make a mistake about Voldie's daughter…her main purpose isn't a love story with Harry at all, she is NOT a Marry Sue…but I can't say anymore, just that she not gonna end up the way you think!!!
"My Evans, WHAT are YOU doing here?" Sirius asked softly, bending over a startled Lily.
"Huh?"
"Are you drunk?" a faint smile played on Sirius' lips, but Lily who was now fully awake wasn't very amused.
"Unlike you some people understand the importance of school, we don't fancy sitting in Transfiguration with a hangover!" She snapped, trying to get up, but stumbling and nearly falling back, but Sirius caught her around the waist.
"Neither do I, there are all sorts of charms to get over that…but of course you wouldn't know," Sirius said as he half carried her towards the door, "great now people are gonna think I banged you up."
"What?" laughing softly Sirius shook his head.
"Let's just go, we don't wanna be late for our detention now, do we?"
"We have a detention?" Lily felt as though her head really hurt, and bringing her hand to her forehead, she felt a slight bump, "argh, where did I hit my head?"
"You finally noticed," Sirius' smile disappeared a bit, "I think on the edge of Harry's bed…"
"Oh?"
"Listen Lily…" Sirius suddenly stopped, he had no business to ask her this, specially when she was so confused and all…but the thought of how James' eyes sparkled every time Lily was mentioned pushed Sirius to open his mouth again, "are you into Harry?"
"Harry?" and to Sirius' big surprise she started to laugh, but stopped immediately wincing and touching her forehead, "yeah right, like I could go out with him even if I want to!"
"What do you mean," Sirius felt rather confused, what was the girl getting at?
"I mean Harry is gay!" and at these words Sirius was so shocked he nearly dropped Lily down the stairs, but luckily he managed to gain his grip around her waist.
"WHAT?" he hissed in Lily's ear, not wanting to get any more attention, while carrying his best friends' dazed crush out of his dorm room, but Lily only giggled.
"And I actually thought I found my prefect guy till Hermione told me, you know that his cute redhead friend is gay too…she said they used to go out!" Lily grinned, while Sirius kept his teeth clenched together pretending he couldn't see everyone watching him with his arms around her.
Lily occasionally talked or groaned, as the two wandered down the halls, but Sirius stayed quiet for the most of it, but he did sigh in relief when they got to the Transfiguration class and he could ease her into a desk, looking up to see James' surprised look. Slowly Sirius made his way towards him, and took the seat behind him, as an anxious James turned around waiting for the details.
Sighing again Sirius told James about where he had found her, there was really no point of lying to James, for one thing he'd see right through him (they had just been too close for too long), and by now the whole of the Gryffindor Common room was probably buzzing with gossip about it. As soon as he caught the jealous look on James' face, Sirius quickly explained about the sexuality factor of Ron and Harry, and the two boys shared bewildered looks.
"Are you sure?" James asked wide eyed, and Sirius slowly nodded.
"That's what she told me," he turned his head towards Lily, who was now snoozing on her desk.
Just then professor McGonagall walked in, looking at Lily coldly, and called her name so loud, she literally jumped up. As Lily looked around with wide confused eyes, Sirius tilted his chair back grinning to himself; for once someone else was in more trouble than he…not including James.
"Miss Evans, how dare you sleep in my class during your detention!" McGonagall's lips looked rather thin, and her eyes were flashing, until she saw Lily's rather large bump on the head, when she let out a small gasp, and turn to James and Sirius, her eyes flashing!
"It wasn't our fault!" the two boys objected, but McGonagall only raised her eyebrows.
"Listen, I found her leaning over Harry's bed asleep, and then when I got her up there was the huge bump on her forehead!"
"Alright, Mr. Black, I believe you," Sirius looked up startled, it was the first time McGonagall had said these words in this order to him…and for the first time he was at a loss of words, and he just sat there opening and closing his mouth like a gold fish, which James was quick to point out and got punched in the arm.
"I think she hit her head on the bed or something," Sirius said shrugging, "but I've got no idea why she was there…is she even allowed?"
"Yes Black, it's only the boys that are forbidden from the girls' dormitory! Miss. Evans? Are you alright?" she now turned to Lily looking much kinder.
"She never looks at us that way," Sirius protested to a nodding James and got an icy glare from McGonagall, "You see!"
"Fine," she smiled, but a second later winced from pain, causing McGonagall to look worried.
"Potter, Black, take Miss. Evans to the Hospital Wing and leave for you're dormitories, you'll just have to serve your detentions another night!" and with that she left the classroom, James and Sirius there jaws dropped so low their faces looked twice it's length, and Lily just sitting there her hair curtained around her face, looking a bit dazed.
* * *
"Ariadne," Harry called out softly, seeing that she was sitting up, but she didn't turn around, "are you ok?"
"What did Dumbledore tell you," came a low hissing voice.
"uh…he said you were sick, er…something about a potion gone wrong," Harry lied feeling his cheeks burn, and Ariadne laughed rather harshly.
"Right…he probably told you about everything…even the way I was nearly raped," she laughed even harder now, "tut, tut, you're not a very good liar are you?"
"How did you know?"
"It was written all over your voice…the way you said my name…" and suddenly she spun around, her honey like eyes suddenly as cold and hard as ice, "don't ever pity me! I never get hurt, it is not in my blood!!!"
"I don't…I've been through the same sort of thing…" Harry began, taken off guard, but her laughter, this time softer, cut him off!
"So what?" she raised an eyebrow, "people always think I'm so weak…they say my eyes are warm and soft as honey, but so were my mothers', and she couldn't be more farther from warmth."
"What?" Harry wasn't sure he had heard her right, hadn't Dumbledore told him that it was her mother that was murdered!
"Oh so he didn't tell you?" her smile disappeared a bit, she was obviously displeased with herself for revealing more than Harry already knew, "it doesn't matter, you probably grew up the way I did, or went through the same shit! BUT I DON'T CARE!!! Dumbledore thinks we could just sit down together and talk out our sorrow or something, like a cheap Cassandra Williamson fiction, he is such a fool…" and she laughed again, though this time, Harry passed his first shock, felt anger seep up through him.
"Dumbledore is NOT a fool, everything he does has a reason, so if he wants us to become friends we will!" Harry practically yelled this out, though Ariadne looked nonplussed.
"Says you! I have no interest in people telling me what to do, I don't care if they've gone through the EXACT same shit, they'll never be me!!!" she then whipped out her wand from underneath her pillow and looked at Harry coldly, "go to Dumbledore and tell him I don't need a mourning buddy, that I'll leave as soon and the potion has left it's effect on me. As much as I own my thanks to him, he can never own my life!!!"
"Ah, I thought you'd feel like this Ariadne," said the soft voice of Dumbledore, making Harry turn around to see his ancient smiling face, "I want you to know that you are welcome to leave whenever you see fit, no one will keep you imprisoned, and certainly not me! You see the reason I've sent Harry to come and visit you is not to help you get through the pain, you are welcome to mourn in solitude and keep anything wish private!!! There is another rather crucial reason for his presence…I know from my sources that you are an excellent duelist, I want you to teach him and learn moves from him. When you are well…you will understand!"
"What?" Harry hadn't expected this, he had been sure he was here to comfort her…besides, the girl burning in fever, how was she supposed to be any kind of an opponent for him in a duel?
"Never underestimate you opponents," Dumbledore chuckled at the two of them, giving Harry a very small wink, "you both must train for what is to come, but I can't say anymore, just that in time you must learn to trust each other, understand this, you will need it!" and with that he turned and swiftly left the hospital wing without another word.
"I really don't see the point of this," Ariadne sighed, but then turned to Harry with a raised eyebrow, "maybe if I beat you hard enough the first time, then he'll understand that no daughter of the Dark Lord's is gonna learn a thing from a common wizard boy!"
"You know, you talk an awful lot for someone who's supposed to be sick," Harry said, feeling very annoyed, more than he ever had with any other person.
"Hah! First lesson scarface; dueling has nothing to do with the state of the person, it's about you're magical intensity, power of your mind…but most of all what comes from inside you're heart!!!" and before Harry had even blinked she hit him with a freezing charm, making Harry feel as though his very flesh was made from ice, "you ever tired unforgivable curse, it will never come out right if you don't mean from inside you…and the more powerful the spell you're sending, the deeper it has to be the desire to see the results…"
Harry tried to disarm her, but she blocked it smiling, and sent a jelly leg charm with such intensity that it shattered Harry's shield sending him to fall hard on the ground, his knees so wobbly he felt as though they'd fall off.
"Most people think it's all about skills, knowledge and speed…but they don't know it's the power of the curse that matters most, how deep is your need, how far are you planning to go to get to your goal??? Don't you wonder why Voldemort's death eaters are so powerful? Voldemort teaches them that the intensity of the hex comes from inside, the burning desire…or desperation, get cocky and you're gone!"
"How do you know all this," Harry said gasping as she had just hit him, with another hex, and this time he saw thick silver chains bound so tightly around him, he could not move an inch, "where did you learn how to fight…so powerfully?"
"I'm Voldemort's daughter aren't I? You see Harry, even after he had left her, my dear mother was still madly infatuated with him…she thought that one day she could get him back, through me! Ever since I can remember she has been training me, teaching me how to fight…and she knew quite a lot, having been brought up in the depths of dark magic, but she thought somehow I'd become even stronger than her…so strong that Voldemort would accept me as his daughter someday!" her breath came out in a chilling hiss, and the next hex hit Harry.
He watched as the chains broke away and turned into powder, instead a very sharp wind cut across Harry's chest, so sharp that he cried in pain, and look down startled to see a deep V like cut on his chest through his blood stained white shirt. Harry watch his blood spreading quickly through his shirt, feeling sick at the sight, and the desperation began to spread even more quickly than the flowing blood.
Before he had realized it, Harry had picked up his wand despite the pain, and sent Ariadne flying off her bed, and hit the wall behind her, falling to the ground painfully. Incredibly enough she quickly sat up, her eyes full of shock.
"That cut I marked you with…it was so deep…how?" She slowly got up to her feet retrieving her wand, and with a quick wave Harry's wound had healed, "You should have passed out from the pain…but your hex, it was so powerful…"
"Look at yourself, you're mom must have been a heck of a teacher!" Harry said grimly rubbing his rather sour chest, and getting to his feet.
"Ya, to bad she wasn't much of a mother," Ariadne said bitterly, but then turned to Harry, "good match, you have more of a spunk, but I got much to teach you…unless your too scared that is…"
"How bout we continue tomorrow night," Harry suggested glaring at her, he wasn't he had forgiven her for the cuts, his shirt still glistered in blood "or are you too SHAKEN to keep going?" he smirked knowing that would hit a nerve, as her body was shaking very slightly, though Harry was sure it was the mix of the fever and her rather hard crash.
"If you thought that was painful little boy, I have news for you, you've only got a small taste of what I have in store for you…tomorrow will get much worst!!!"
With that Ariadne conjured up curtains to cover her from others view including Harry's, who turned around, feeling anger wash through him. Who the hell did she think she was cutting him open like that? Harry thought angrily, she obviously inherited Voldemort's love for the dark arts, with the hexes she sent at him. Though as annoyed and angry as she had made him, Harry could almost understand Dumbledore's reasons for their meetings, though sick Ariadne could fight her way quite well in a duel…the power behind her spells were so great…blocking them was useless!!!
Harry still deep in thought, wondering how someone so beautiful could have such bitter horrible personality, didn't even realize he had made it inside the Gryffindor Common room, not until he heard a scream, and Hermione's voice "Oh my gosh, Harry what happened???" And he looked down to realize his shirt was still drenched in dark red blood.
A/N: Thanks guys for the great reviews!!!! ^_^ oh and don't make a mistake about Voldie's daughter…her main purpose isn't a love story with Harry at all, she is NOT a Marry Sue…but I can't say anymore, just that she not gonna end up the way you think!!!
"My Evans, WHAT are YOU doing here?" Sirius asked softly, bending over a startled Lily.
"Huh?"
"Are you drunk?" a faint smile played on Sirius' lips, but Lily who was now fully awake wasn't very amused.
"Unlike you some people understand the importance of school, we don't fancy sitting in Transfiguration with a hangover!" She snapped, trying to get up, but stumbling and nearly falling back, but Sirius caught her around the waist.
"Neither do I, there are all sorts of charms to get over that…but of course you wouldn't know," Sirius said as he half carried her towards the door, "great now people are gonna think I banged you up."
"What?" laughing softly Sirius shook his head.
"Let's just go, we don't wanna be late for our detention now, do we?"
"We have a detention?" Lily felt as though her head really hurt, and bringing her hand to her forehead, she felt a slight bump, "argh, where did I hit my head?"
"You finally noticed," Sirius' smile disappeared a bit, "I think on the edge of Harry's bed…"
"Oh?"
"Listen Lily…" Sirius suddenly stopped, he had no business to ask her this, specially when she was so confused and all…but the thought of how James' eyes sparkled every time Lily was mentioned pushed Sirius to open his mouth again, "are you into Harry?"
"Harry?" and to Sirius' big surprise she started to laugh, but stopped immediately wincing and touching her forehead, "yeah right, like I could go out with him even if I want to!"
"What do you mean," Sirius felt rather confused, what was the girl getting at?
"I mean Harry is gay!" and at these words Sirius was so shocked he nearly dropped Lily down the stairs, but luckily he managed to gain his grip around her waist.
"WHAT?" he hissed in Lily's ear, not wanting to get any more attention, while carrying his best friends' dazed crush out of his dorm room, but Lily only giggled.
"And I actually thought I found my prefect guy till Hermione told me, you know that his cute redhead friend is gay too…she said they used to go out!" Lily grinned, while Sirius kept his teeth clenched together pretending he couldn't see everyone watching him with his arms around her.
Lily occasionally talked or groaned, as the two wandered down the halls, but Sirius stayed quiet for the most of it, but he did sigh in relief when they got to the Transfiguration class and he could ease her into a desk, looking up to see James' surprised look. Slowly Sirius made his way towards him, and took the seat behind him, as an anxious James turned around waiting for the details.
Sighing again Sirius told James about where he had found her, there was really no point of lying to James, for one thing he'd see right through him (they had just been too close for too long), and by now the whole of the Gryffindor Common room was probably buzzing with gossip about it. As soon as he caught the jealous look on James' face, Sirius quickly explained about the sexuality factor of Ron and Harry, and the two boys shared bewildered looks.
"Are you sure?" James asked wide eyed, and Sirius slowly nodded.
"That's what she told me," he turned his head towards Lily, who was now snoozing on her desk.
Just then professor McGonagall walked in, looking at Lily coldly, and called her name so loud, she literally jumped up. As Lily looked around with wide confused eyes, Sirius tilted his chair back grinning to himself; for once someone else was in more trouble than he…not including James.
"Miss Evans, how dare you sleep in my class during your detention!" McGonagall's lips looked rather thin, and her eyes were flashing, until she saw Lily's rather large bump on the head, when she let out a small gasp, and turn to James and Sirius, her eyes flashing!
"It wasn't our fault!" the two boys objected, but McGonagall only raised her eyebrows.
"Listen, I found her leaning over Harry's bed asleep, and then when I got her up there was the huge bump on her forehead!"
"Alright, Mr. Black, I believe you," Sirius looked up startled, it was the first time McGonagall had said these words in this order to him…and for the first time he was at a loss of words, and he just sat there opening and closing his mouth like a gold fish, which James was quick to point out and got punched in the arm.
"I think she hit her head on the bed or something," Sirius said shrugging, "but I've got no idea why she was there…is she even allowed?"
"Yes Black, it's only the boys that are forbidden from the girls' dormitory! Miss. Evans? Are you alright?" she now turned to Lily looking much kinder.
"She never looks at us that way," Sirius protested to a nodding James and got an icy glare from McGonagall, "You see!"
"Fine," she smiled, but a second later winced from pain, causing McGonagall to look worried.
"Potter, Black, take Miss. Evans to the Hospital Wing and leave for you're dormitories, you'll just have to serve your detentions another night!" and with that she left the classroom, James and Sirius there jaws dropped so low their faces looked twice it's length, and Lily just sitting there her hair curtained around her face, looking a bit dazed.
* * *
"Ariadne," Harry called out softly, seeing that she was sitting up, but she didn't turn around, "are you ok?"
"What did Dumbledore tell you," came a low hissing voice.
"uh…he said you were sick, er…something about a potion gone wrong," Harry lied feeling his cheeks burn, and Ariadne laughed rather harshly.
"Right…he probably told you about everything…even the way I was nearly raped," she laughed even harder now, "tut, tut, you're not a very good liar are you?"
"How did you know?"
"It was written all over your voice…the way you said my name…" and suddenly she spun around, her honey like eyes suddenly as cold and hard as ice, "don't ever pity me! I never get hurt, it is not in my blood!!!"
"I don't…I've been through the same sort of thing…" Harry began, taken off guard, but her laughter, this time softer, cut him off!
"So what?" she raised an eyebrow, "people always think I'm so weak…they say my eyes are warm and soft as honey, but so were my mothers', and she couldn't be more farther from warmth."
"What?" Harry wasn't sure he had heard her right, hadn't Dumbledore told him that it was her mother that was murdered!
"Oh so he didn't tell you?" her smile disappeared a bit, she was obviously displeased with herself for revealing more than Harry already knew, "it doesn't matter, you probably grew up the way I did, or went through the same shit! BUT I DON'T CARE!!! Dumbledore thinks we could just sit down together and talk out our sorrow or something, like a cheap Cassandra Williamson fiction, he is such a fool…" and she laughed again, though this time, Harry passed his first shock, felt anger seep up through him.
"Dumbledore is NOT a fool, everything he does has a reason, so if he wants us to become friends we will!" Harry practically yelled this out, though Ariadne looked nonplussed.
"Says you! I have no interest in people telling me what to do, I don't care if they've gone through the EXACT same shit, they'll never be me!!!" she then whipped out her wand from underneath her pillow and looked at Harry coldly, "go to Dumbledore and tell him I don't need a mourning buddy, that I'll leave as soon and the potion has left it's effect on me. As much as I own my thanks to him, he can never own my life!!!"
"Ah, I thought you'd feel like this Ariadne," said the soft voice of Dumbledore, making Harry turn around to see his ancient smiling face, "I want you to know that you are welcome to leave whenever you see fit, no one will keep you imprisoned, and certainly not me! You see the reason I've sent Harry to come and visit you is not to help you get through the pain, you are welcome to mourn in solitude and keep anything wish private!!! There is another rather crucial reason for his presence…I know from my sources that you are an excellent duelist, I want you to teach him and learn moves from him. When you are well…you will understand!"
"What?" Harry hadn't expected this, he had been sure he was here to comfort her…besides, the girl burning in fever, how was she supposed to be any kind of an opponent for him in a duel?
"Never underestimate you opponents," Dumbledore chuckled at the two of them, giving Harry a very small wink, "you both must train for what is to come, but I can't say anymore, just that in time you must learn to trust each other, understand this, you will need it!" and with that he turned and swiftly left the hospital wing without another word.
"I really don't see the point of this," Ariadne sighed, but then turned to Harry with a raised eyebrow, "maybe if I beat you hard enough the first time, then he'll understand that no daughter of the Dark Lord's is gonna learn a thing from a common wizard boy!"
"You know, you talk an awful lot for someone who's supposed to be sick," Harry said, feeling very annoyed, more than he ever had with any other person.
"Hah! First lesson scarface; dueling has nothing to do with the state of the person, it's about you're magical intensity, power of your mind…but most of all what comes from inside you're heart!!!" and before Harry had even blinked she hit him with a freezing charm, making Harry feel as though his very flesh was made from ice, "you ever tired unforgivable curse, it will never come out right if you don't mean from inside you…and the more powerful the spell you're sending, the deeper it has to be the desire to see the results…"
Harry tried to disarm her, but she blocked it smiling, and sent a jelly leg charm with such intensity that it shattered Harry's shield sending him to fall hard on the ground, his knees so wobbly he felt as though they'd fall off.
"Most people think it's all about skills, knowledge and speed…but they don't know it's the power of the curse that matters most, how deep is your need, how far are you planning to go to get to your goal??? Don't you wonder why Voldemort's death eaters are so powerful? Voldemort teaches them that the intensity of the hex comes from inside, the burning desire…or desperation, get cocky and you're gone!"
"How do you know all this," Harry said gasping as she had just hit him, with another hex, and this time he saw thick silver chains bound so tightly around him, he could not move an inch, "where did you learn how to fight…so powerfully?"
"I'm Voldemort's daughter aren't I? You see Harry, even after he had left her, my dear mother was still madly infatuated with him…she thought that one day she could get him back, through me! Ever since I can remember she has been training me, teaching me how to fight…and she knew quite a lot, having been brought up in the depths of dark magic, but she thought somehow I'd become even stronger than her…so strong that Voldemort would accept me as his daughter someday!" her breath came out in a chilling hiss, and the next hex hit Harry.
He watched as the chains broke away and turned into powder, instead a very sharp wind cut across Harry's chest, so sharp that he cried in pain, and look down startled to see a deep V like cut on his chest through his blood stained white shirt. Harry watch his blood spreading quickly through his shirt, feeling sick at the sight, and the desperation began to spread even more quickly than the flowing blood.
Before he had realized it, Harry had picked up his wand despite the pain, and sent Ariadne flying off her bed, and hit the wall behind her, falling to the ground painfully. Incredibly enough she quickly sat up, her eyes full of shock.
"That cut I marked you with…it was so deep…how?" She slowly got up to her feet retrieving her wand, and with a quick wave Harry's wound had healed, "You should have passed out from the pain…but your hex, it was so powerful…"
"Look at yourself, you're mom must have been a heck of a teacher!" Harry said grimly rubbing his rather sour chest, and getting to his feet.
"Ya, to bad she wasn't much of a mother," Ariadne said bitterly, but then turned to Harry, "good match, you have more of a spunk, but I got much to teach you…unless your too scared that is…"
"How bout we continue tomorrow night," Harry suggested glaring at her, he wasn't he had forgiven her for the cuts, his shirt still glistered in blood "or are you too SHAKEN to keep going?" he smirked knowing that would hit a nerve, as her body was shaking very slightly, though Harry was sure it was the mix of the fever and her rather hard crash.
"If you thought that was painful little boy, I have news for you, you've only got a small taste of what I have in store for you…tomorrow will get much worst!!!"
With that Ariadne conjured up curtains to cover her from others view including Harry's, who turned around, feeling anger wash through him. Who the hell did she think she was cutting him open like that? Harry thought angrily, she obviously inherited Voldemort's love for the dark arts, with the hexes she sent at him. Though as annoyed and angry as she had made him, Harry could almost understand Dumbledore's reasons for their meetings, though sick Ariadne could fight her way quite well in a duel…the power behind her spells were so great…blocking them was useless!!!
Harry still deep in thought, wondering how someone so beautiful could have such bitter horrible personality, didn't even realize he had made it inside the Gryffindor Common room, not until he heard a scream, and Hermione's voice "Oh my gosh, Harry what happened???" And he looked down to realize his shirt was still drenched in dark red blood.