A/n: Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. Here's the next chappie. READ, REVIEW, ENJOY!
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me except the new characters and the plot. The rest is given to J.K.
Harry woke up the next morning after a night of waking up every hour or so to turn Ron over on his side. The guy snored like he was a semi-truck! Getting dressed, he waited downstairs alone for Ron and Hermione. He didn't notice someone else coming down the girls' stairs until he knocked them over while heading towards the fireplace.
Harry grabbed her arm and pulled her up. It was the first time Abigail Futarro noticed Harry Potter. Their eyes met and locked. For a second, confusion clouded Abigail's eyes, as if trying to remember if she had seen him before. It wouldn't have surprised Harry if she had. But the confusion was soon replaced with horror as her eyes found the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead. She immediately pulled away, falling onto the floor. There she stayed, neither moving away nor coming closer. Harry raised an eyebrow.
What have I done to scare her like that? He asked himself. He then watched as her eyes turned from their original red with purple and green to a full violet color. Standing up shakily, she mumbled something incoherent and rushed up the stairs. Right into Hermione. Both girls tumbled down the stairs upon impact and landed at Harry's feet. Harry reached down and helped both girls to their feet. Abigail muttered quick thanks and fled out the portrait hole. Hermione stared after her.
"What was that about?" she asked, turning to Harry. Harry shrugged and told her about what had happened before she had arrived. Ron came down and they all headed to breakfast, discussing Abigail's odd behavior.
Harry said goodbye to Ron and Hermione as he headed towards Divination alone. Ron had failed the class, but Harry, for some reason, had gotten an E, allowing him, unfortunately, to keep the class. Walking up the ladder, he entered the stuffy, heavily perfumed room. Heading to the back of the room where he new he could open the window, Harry plopped down heavily into an armchair. Professor Trelawney wandered from student to student, asking them questions about what they 'saw' in the crystal ball.
The trap door opened ten minutes later and Abigail poked her head up. Climbing up, she handed a put-off Trelawney a note from Professor Snape. Raising an eyebrow, Trelawney motioned for Abigail to take a seat. The only available seat was next to Harry. Sighing, she headed to the back where Harry was busy sticking his head in and out of a concealed open window for fresh air. Harry pulled his head back into the hot classroom to see the black girl sitting patiently beside him.
"Hello," he said quietly, not wanting the professor to hear them. She smiled.
"I'm sorry about my behavior in the common room," she whispered back. "I just did not expect to see you here. I thought you had graduated or something." Harry shrugged. They sat in silence for a second, then…
"Does your scar still hurt?" Harry's head snapped her way. She looked as if she were staring at the glass ball in front of them.
"How do you know my scar was hurting?" he asked. She smiled, her teeth glittering in the gloomy room.
"I did follow you all yesterday, though, at the time, I didn't know who you were," she said.
"How…"
"I'll show you," she murmured. He raised an eyebrow. Gathering her stuff, she turned her unusual eyes on him.
"Meet me by the lake after dinner on Friday, and I'll show you," she mumbled. The bell rang and she swept out of the classroom, leaving Harry extremely puzzled.
Abigail, or Abby, as Gryffindors called her, did not speak to Harry for the rest of the week. Actually, she seemed to be avoiding Harry. She ate her meals up at the table next to Snape, though the other teachers seemed to be bothered by this. She didn't sit next to Harry in Divination and stayed as far away from him during their other classes. By Friday, Harry was getting annoyed at the sudden behavior.
He hadn't told Ron about his meeting with Abby because he would probably want to use the Invisibility cloak to spy on them. He had told Hermione, however. She thought it was nice to get to know new people.
"Have you even talked to her?" Harry asked as they walked to dinner.
"Yes," Hermione said. "She seemed to want to know a rather lot about you. When I asked her about her upbringing, she just told me to mind my own business and left the room." Harry raised an eyebrow but said nothing as they sat down next to Ron. As Ron started to talk to Harry about Quidditch, Harry noticed Hermione's eyes seemed to glaze over with an apprehensive look. Following her eye line, his gaze fell on the Slytherin table. Frowning, he saw it fell on one in particular.
Draco Malfoy? He looked back at her. It was then that she noticed she had been caught. Hermione's face turned a deep shade of red as she looked down at her plate. Harry raised an eyebrow. He would have to ask her later.
As the dinner ended, Harry held back in the halls, telling Ron to go ahead without them. Once the corridor was empty, Harry turned to an extremely embarrassed looking Hermione.
"What's up with Malfoy, Hermione?" he asked. Hermione didn't look at him as she answered.
"Nothing's up, Harry," she muttered. His hand reached up and tilted her head up, forcing her to look at him.
"Don't lie to me, 'Mione," he said. "I know you to well for that. You like him don't you?" Hermione's eyes grew wide. She sighed.
"I don't know what's come over me, Harry!" she cried. "I mean, he hates all of us, makes fun of us, and yet I find him attractive, smart and witty. Ugh! How is that even possible! Oh, Harry, what am I going to do! He would never see me for more than a Muggle born! UGH!" She hit her head against Harry's chest. He raised an eyebrow at her. He seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.She blushed.
"Sorry," she muttered. He laughed.
"Well, we'll find a way to make this work, Hermione. Don't worry!" Her chocolate eyes lit up.
"Really Harry?" Harry nodded. Hermione smiled, and then frowned.
"Don't tell Ron, though," she said. "You know that he's liked me since fourth year. If he found out I liked his worst enemy, he'd pop a bloody vain!" Harry laughed.
"Um, Harry?" Harry looked up. Abby stood a few feet away, leaning against the wall. Glancing at Hermione, he walked away, following Abigail out the Entrance Hall. The night was warm with no clouds. The moon shown brightly on the lake surface as the two made their way down the slope to the lake edge. Stopping by the lake edge, the two Gryffindors stayed silent as they watched the Giant Squid float lazily at the top of the water.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" she whispered. He nodded, the moon's reflection dancing in his green eyes. He turned to her and immediately started to flush.
"Um, Abby, what are you doing?" he asked nervously. Abigail had taken off her robes and skirt and was now in the process of undoing the buttons of her shirt. She looked up at him over her shoulder.
"You didn't expect me to show you how I followed you in full clothing, did you?" she asked, peeling off the shirt in an almost sensual way. Harry shivered and then gawked, only shock and aw in his mind.
Her shining ebony skin shown beautifully in the moonlight against her baby blue bra and matching underwear glowed in the darkness. Her slender figure was complemented greatly by the amount of curves she had. And man, did this girl have some curves! Especially in the che…
STOP! Harry's mind screamed as he turned away, blushing deeply. Abby hid her smile.
"Now, how I followed you was quite simple, Harry," she said, touching his elbow gently. He jumped, blushed some more and turned to face her, trying to keep his eyesight on her pretty face. "I'm a Animorgeagus. Or Anim for short. I was born with the power to change into any animal I chose. It's rare for a child to be born with this gift, only one every two hundred years. I changed into a mouse and hid in your bag. At the time, though, I didn't know it was you I was traveling with." With that she turned to face the lake. She closed her eyes and before Harry, she began to transform.
Abigail began to shrink, her limbs becoming smaller and smaller. Her mouth and nose merged together and then elongated along with her ears. Her skin began to change from black to light brown. Fur sprouted from her all over as her tailbone came shooting out of her…
"OKAY!" Harry shouted. He had seen some weird things in his lifetime, but this was crossing the line. "STOP!" The changing stopped and then a human girl started to appear from the grotesque form she had become. Abigail emerged, her face wreathed in smiles.
"Sorry," she said. "I never change in front of people anymore because they always get freaked out." Harry rolled his eyes and grinned. But the grin faded away as a question came to his mind.
"What does this have to do with my scar?" he asked. A glazed look came over her.
"Your scar," she murmured. She walked over and was about to reach up with her fingers when a look of horror flitted across her face for the merest second. Then a mischievous glint erased it. Taking a running leap, she dived into the lake. She broke the surface as Harry approached the edge of the water.
"What are you doing?" he asked. She smiled and splashed some water at him while standing in the shallow part of the lake.
"You didn't think I'd come out to the lake and not take a swim, Harry?" She motioned for him to come in. "Please Harry! It's nice and warm!" He shook his head. She tilted her head to the side. "Oh, come on. Like I haven't seen boxers before. Plllleeeaaaaase!" He sighed. He hated when women pleaded with him. He stripped down to his boxers and approached the water. Abby hid a smile. No wonder the girls in her dorm talked about him non-stop!
Her eyes floated from his broad chest to his beautiful, sexy six-pack, (thank you Quidditch!), to his shiny blue Superman boxers. His eyebrows rose as he noticed where her gaze was being stalled. She flashed him a smile that made his stomach do a back flip and dived under the water. He dove in after her and caught her leg. Standing up, he picked her up and tossed her a ways down the shallows. She got up, her hair dripping. She knocked him over with a flying tackle and both students went underwater.
They stayed in the lake for about an hour until Harry dragged himself out and lay down on the cool grass. Placing his arms behind his head, he gazed up at the moon. Abby sat down next to him and stared at his face. She reached over and trailed a fingernail down his chest. Shivering, Harry grabbed her arm, gazing into her now dark green eyes. He sat up and moved closer, reaching up and touching her cheek. Their faces moved closer and were about to touch when suddenly, Abigail pulled away violently. Her eyes were no longer green but scarlet, even the whites. Using her legs to scoot away, she clutched her head as she began to scream.
"GET OUT!" she shrieked. "Go AWAY FROM ME! I HATE YOU!" Her eyes met Harry's, whose eyes were wide with fright as he reached out to touch her. She scooted further back, tears streaming from her blood red eyes. "Don't Harry!" she cried. "This was a mistake. I never should have brought you here! GET OUT!" Her fingernails dug into her scalp, trying to reach whatever seemed to be invading her mind. Harry grabbed his clothes, and with a last glance, sprinted up the hill.
Abigail rocked back and forth, crying softly. A blanket draped over her shoulders as Severus' comforting voice reached her.
"I told you not to come here," he muttered, sitting down on the ground next to her. She rested her head on his shoulder.
"He almost saw, Severus," she murmured. "He almost saw him. I was so scared!" She shuddered. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Tilting her head up so he could look into her eyes, Snape saw that the red glow had subsided, replaced with a purplish reddish look. He smiled wanly.
"You look so much like your mother," he whispered. She frowned, turning to look out on the lake.
"Only my looks. The rest of me is my father." He spun her around violently.
"Don't you ever say that," Snape hissed dangerously. "You are not your father's child."
"But the Seer said…"
"You will have a choice in the end," he murmured, planting a small kiss on her forehead.
"My mother did not get to chose," Abby whispered. A dark look came over Snape's features.
"Your mother didn't have a choice," he said. "She was forced into something that she never should have entered. You are here as proof. Now come, you have to go to bed." Getting up, he gathered her clothes and helped her up the slope, unaware of the green eyes that followed them.
A/n: Next chappie won't be up for a while. However, for those of you who are D/Hr lovers, check out Brand New Day. For H/Hr lovers, See Harry Potter and Godric's Revelation. I fictionized for those of all different ships. Well, almost every ship. Thanks again to Aussie Rose, and fixedinsanity for reviewing. For everyone else, READ AND REVIEW!