Harry Potter and Love's Deception
By myself and a friend
Prologue
"Hurry,
otherwise we'll miss the train!" a familiar voice exclaimed. He
glanced at the middle-aged red head woman who was running down the
platform, ushering the four teenagers left who still attended
Hogwarts. As they reached the door of the train and put their luggage
aboard, Mrs Weasley (who was looking very flustered) said her last
good byes to them. She hugged her "Ikle Ronnikins" to death, much
to the other three's pleasure. "Make sure you look after Ginny!"
she scorned him. Then it was Ginny's turn and the smug grin she was
wearing disappeared. When she was done with Ginny, she briefly hugged
Hermione and then turned to Harry.
"Harry,
dear, I'm so glad you decided to return to Hogwarts. It's so much
safer than here with all these attacks from the Death Eaters. Don't
worry about You-Know-Who too much, dear. It should still be the
safest place, Hogwarts." She was about to say more, when the
whistle to board the train blew.
"Oh
goodness, is it that late? Hurry; get on the train, all of you! And
for goodness sakes be careful and don't do anything stupid!"
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The
smell of burnt flesh, burnt hair and burnt buildings. The screams of
the innocent and the malicious laughs of the evil fill the air. A
cold breeze spreads the fire further into the night. If one place
could be described as hell on earth, this was it.
Huddled
in a basement of a stone building, two teenage girls clung to each
other in fear. Their homes had been destroyed, they had seen their
parents murdered and so they had fled. They met in the middle of the
street and hid together, trying to survive through the night.
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A
cold breeze sent shivers down his spine as he stepped off the train.
He glanced at the oh so familiar station, the oh so familiar
students, the oh so familiar carriages. Oh so familiar. To the eye,
it was exactly as he left it. But his whole essence screamed that
nothing was the same. Nothing was the same, or ever would be the
same. So much has changed. He was surprised with himself that he had
come back at all, but he knew deep down that he had to. He couldn't
let the changes rule his life, but he knew there was no escaping it.
Normality wasn't for him. It never was and never will be, no matter
how hard he tried to make it so. He was born to be different. He knew
that the changes happening around him would lead to the reason he was
different.
He
sighed, and glanced at the two worried looks of his best friends. He
noticed the look of anxiety that never left anyone's face these
days. He saw it on all of the students around him, all of whom looked
to him as their saviour. He sighed again.
"C'mon,
guys, lets get to a carriage," Harry sighed
He
glanced at his fellow students and noticed the absence of one person
in particular. Draco Malfoy. He sighed once more, but this time in
relief. This year he would not have to stand constant taunts from
that student. Another change. He glanced at his two best friends. His
male companion sported flaming red hair and white skin with freckles.
His female companion had curly brown hair that reached half way down
her back and a nice tan complexion. Many used to refer to her hair as
'bushy' but it had settled down more now that she was older.
"Harry,
Ron, Hermione!" Someone called from behind them. They hadn't
talked to many people on the train, preferring to keep to themselves.
Because of this, they hadn't met up with many of their friends yet.
Harry turned, to come face to face with the other three boys who he
shared a dorm with.
"Neville,
Dean, Seamus! It's great to see you!" Harry said.
"It's
great to see you too, Harry. And you guys," Seamus said in his
lilting Irish accent, indicating Ron and Hermione.
"Same
here, mate," Ron said.
"Can
we please go get a carriage before they are all full?" Hermione
demanded, getting sick of all this put on macho-man from the guys.
All five nodded their heads and they resumed their walk to the
carriages. Hermione had been made Head Girl this year, but they had
been unsure as who was Head Boy, as neither Ron nor Harry had
received the position. This had been revealed to them when they were
on the train, when Ron and Hermione had gone to the meeting in the
prefects' cabin. It was Ernie McMillan, from Hufflepuff. They had
all wondered how he had achieved this position and decided that
whoever the new headmaster (or headmistress?) was, had decided that
they didn't want to burden the 'Golden Trio' with too much
responsibility, according to their past record of breaking the rules.
Harry was, once again, the Quiddich captain for Gryffindor. As they
settled into a carriage, Harry mused over the year to come. It would
be harder, the study more stressful, as they prepared to take their
NEWTs. He also wondered about who had been appointed to the
headmaster position, as the letter he had received during the
holidays had told him nothing but the fact that Professor McGonagall
was still the Deputy Headmistress, as that's how she signed it. And
suddenly, Harry was drawn from his thoughts, as the carriage stopped
and the other occupants exited the carriage. The ride had been
relatively silent, with little small talk made about each other's
holidays. Harry was the last to climb out the carriage, after Ron,
and together the group made their way up the stairs to the front door
of Hogwarts to start their new and final year of witch or wizard
school.
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A/N: If you have read any of an old story I had on this site called The Fine Line Between Love and Hate you would recognise a bit of the content. This is because I didn't like where that story was headed but I liked some of the writing and decided to use it in this story. This story is also co-written by a friend of mine so I can't take credit for all of the writing, plot and new characters. New chapter to be up in a few weeks maybe, even though it's already written.