Chapter 15

One Chance

The piece of parchment fell from his hand…it floated in the air…there seemed to be a big distance between it and the floor…it touched the ground and stayed there…never speaking or moving again. Harry stood there…his hand still in the air and his eyes were lost in space. This is unbelievable…this isn't real. His hand fell to his side; he bent down and picked up the parchment. He tore it angrily into little pieces and threw it on the ground. He stormed inside the common room and headed to his dormitory, not listening to what Hermione and Ron were saying.

He sat on his bed looking at the ring, why do you keep lying to me? He whispered. First, you said that you were the sender, but I didn't believe it…now you're saying that…his eyes went bright, he couldn't close them. Why are you lying?

He hissed at the snake, waiting for an answer. The snake whispered something soft, I never lied to you…it was all true…I was the sender and I am your…"NO, you're lying" he laughed from the situation, his eyes burning now. "You're just lying," he shouted angrily. "No, I'm not, Harry", the voice answered. "Stop telling me these cheap lies about you being my…just don't say anything anymore" he pressed on the ring hard; it glowed bright, because the dormitory started to get dark. He rubbed his eyes and face, used magic to put some bandages on his hand, so he won't have to look at the ring again. "This should teach you something," he hissed. Then he laid on his bed and slept after some time.

"Harry…Harry" Ron was calling Harry. "What?" Harry moaned, opening his eyes slowly, "what is it?".

"it's morning Harry, get up" Ron shook Harry a bit and then left him and Harry heard the door of the dormitory close. He got up from bed, washed his face and headed for the great hall. "hi Harry…are you ok? You looked tired yesterday" Hermione was sitting and eating a toast. "yeah…I'm fine" Harry's head ached as he remembered yesterday. He sat there and ate a bit of toast until the bell rang signaling the start of the lessons.

"first we have…" Hermione said, scanning her table, "…ere…transfiguration" they headed for professor McGonagall's class.

"good day to you all" she said, smiling at them all, sitting down in class. "today we will be transforming each other's hair into another color" some of the students laughed and looked at their partners. Harry looked at Ron, who looked at him, his eyebrows raised.

McGonagall left them learn the spell from a book as she walked around, looking at their work. "Hirlacos" Harry said, pointing his wand at Ron's hair. Ron looked at the mirror next to him and shouted, his hair was half-yellow, half-orange.

"which color was in your mind?" he asked Harry, holding his hair, as Hermione was laughing at him from the other side of the class, her partner, Dean, had a perfect blonde hair.

"I wanted to turn it into black" Harry said, a smile in his face. As he and Hermione continued laughing, a knock sounded from the door. Everyone turned as professor McGonagall opened it and started to talk to someone behind it.

Then she closed it and said, "everyone back to your work…" she walked towards Harry and whispered, "Mr. Filch says that there is someone here to see you" Harry immediately knew this person. "No" he said, a little louder than he intended. The whole class turned to look at him; Hermione didn't know what was going on. "Harry…" Ron whispered, "No" Harry repeated, in a low voice this time. "What do you mean Mr. Potter?" McGonagall asked, frowning, "you don't want to see this person?" she was confused, but Harry didn't want to get into details, so he said, "ok I'll go" he got up and headed for the door. McGonagall followed him outside the door and into the corridor, "is there something wrong?" she asked, "no" he said, smiling at her, and then he turned and headed to Dumbledore's office.

When he arrived, the door was ajar. "Professor?" he said, entering the office. "yes…oh Harry…she's in the entrance hall" he said, knowing what Harry wanted. "Thanks" he said.

He arrived there and saw Iris standing and touching the statue that was in the middle. "Oh Harry," she said, smiling. Harry was angry at her because of all the lies that she told him that he said, "I don't want to talk to you" his voice was harsh, then he turned to go but she held his hand. He pulled his hand from hers immediately, and backed off. "What do you want from me?" he asked her, as she stood there in silence, she looked shocked, she saw the clothing on Harry's hand. "What do you want? Who are you?" he was still backing away from her, "why are you coming to see me every time?" Iris didn't speak for a moment, but then she said, "I'm Iris Harry, your…" but Harry shouted, "NO" he stopped, "NO, you're not my…you're nothing…you're no one I know" he looked angrily at her.

"Harry" she moaned, a tear coming slowly down her cheek as she came near him. "Harry look at me…don't I look familiar?" she arrived in front of him and stopped. Harry looked at her face, his anger fading a bit. "You…you…you look like…like" but he couldn't say it, he didn't want to believe. "I look like someone, right?" she said, smiling. "Yes" he said, calming down. "I look like?" she asked, as he tried to speak. "You look like…like dad," he said it; then he woke up from the trance. "But that doesn't matter…many people have black hair and brown eyes" his anger came back and he walked pass her. "Wait…you don't believe me?" she said. "Yes…of course I don't believe you" he walked away from her. "But…but I thought you'll understand…I thought that you're going to give me a chance to explain everything and then we will be ok…not to hide from the truth and cover what reminds you of it" she sounded angry now. "What?" Harry said, turning to look at her, "you thought that I'm going to give you a chance to explain that".

She nodded, and then he laughed, "Who do you think I am …a person who believes everything that comes to his ears?" he shook his head in denial. "I thought that you were going to be the person they all speak of" she said, with a defiant tone of anger, "I thought that you were going to be the kind, generous person" her eyes were narrowed, "you're nothing but a selfish person that doesn't give chances and judge people before he knows them" she turned to leave, heading towards the main door.

Then Harry shouted, "wait". She stopped, turning around slowly. "What?" she said, her eyes were bright, "I…I'm going to give you a chance" then he took a deep sigh. She stood there, not moving. Harry thought that she's not going to care now that he shouted at her and wanted her to leave, but then she faced him. And slowly…her lips formed a sweet, soft smile.