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A/N: I'm sooo sorry this took so long! I had MAJOR writers block on it, and on Ethereal Time too. This isn't even all I was going to do for the chapter, but I've been feeling really bad about not updating for ages, so I'm ending it at the point I've written to, which is why it is short. The next update shouldn't be too far away, I feel like I've gotten back on track with it, even if I'm finding this bit difficult to write. Though I still feel it's better than the last chapter, I didn't particularly like that one.
Thank you everyone who reviews!
gallandro- well, I was productive for a little while! Thanks for the review.
Surarrin That is really the best idea ever for a Snape prank! And yes, Pringles o
amilin It's nice to see new readers :D I'm trying to keep it moving, unfortunately I don't think it's my style to have a fast paced story! Ron will get sorted out, don't worry!
Britni Puccio erm, Hermione's dead… oO I thought I mentioned that, though it might have been only briefly – in chapter five, maybe somewhere else. There'll be more Weasley's around eventually too, but you'll have to wait for Allie's reaction!
Larna Mandrea Lol, tell you what, I'll give you a fish to slap Dumbledore with! Though I only have a goldfish handy… will that do? He does come across quite sappy, but I do have reasons behind it, he's old, he's tired of fighting, and he cares a lot for Harry and doesn't want to see him go through the same things. I'm glad you liked how Harry came across, I always thought he'd be reluctant to take charge, but would be good at it and do it anyway.
jbfritz Lol, you reviewed almost every chapter! Thanks :)
Someguy Thanks. Here you go, sorry it took so long!
Fulfilling Prophecies
Chapter eleven
October 29th, 2000
Once outside the bounds of Hogwarts, Harry gathered himself together and apparated to an alley just across from his flat. Looking at his watch, he saw it was just after nine, Connie would probably still be waiting for an owl from him, but no doubt she would be relieved that she wouldn't have to try and tell the story.
Reaching the front door, Harry went to search his bag for his house key. Only to realise he didn't have his bag with him.
"Dammit," Harry swore as he remembered leaving it behind in Dumbledore's office. Rolling his eyes at his careless mistake, he knocked on the door.
A moment later he heard someone unlocking the door. "Harry?" Allie asked as she peered through the partially open door. "You forgot your key?" Harry just shrugged at the look on her face. She seemed to be finding it all rather amusing. Letting him in, she neatly herded him into the lounge where he saw Connie was already waiting.
The brown-haired girl got up off the couch as he came in, a worried look on her face as she gave him a querying glance to make sure he was all right. It was a distinctly Hermione thing to do, he decided as he gave a sober nod back.
"So?" Allie began, "are you finally going to talk to me about whatever has you all worked up? Connie said you were hoping to."
"Yeah, that's why I'm back here tonight; I'll have to leave again afterwards, but I made this trip so we could talk. The only reason I might not have been able to was it I couldn't make it back in time, but things went as smoothly as could be hoped, and everyone knows their part." He said distractedly, it had been a very long day, and it wasn't even over yet.
"Huh? What exactly have you been doing tonight? Connie wouldn't tell me anything, she said it wasn't her place to tell, at least, not yet." Connie sat back down quietly, planning on staying and listening to what Harry had to say.
"Good, I'm glad she didn't. She doesn't know much of what's happening now anyway, though she does know what happened before." Harry sighed at his friends confused face. "I suppose I should just get on with it, it might take a while. Although I think I'm going to need a drink before I begin."
"Already taken care of, Harry." Allie said, indicating the drink on the table, a whisky on ice was sitting there, made the same way Harry had gotten used to having his Firewhisky. "Now, sit down and you can tell me all about what has gotten you so nervous these last few days."
"It's not going to make much sense if I just tell you straight off about that, so I suppose the best place to start is the beginning of everything."
"Where else would you start?" Said the blonde, hoping to relax the tension; Harry just sent her a warning glance and continued.
"You already know that my name wasn't always Harry Evans, in fact it's only been that for just under two years. I changed it from Harry Potter to make it a little harder for people to find me, but that will make a little more sense soon. My parents, Lily and James Potter didn't die in a car accident, like I tell everyone, they were murdered when I was only one, and I only survived because of a fluke. This happened on Halloween in 1981, and is one of the reasons I hate the holiday." A look of understanding showed on the girl's face, it was one of the things Harry hadn't shared when she'd asked him the previous year. It was not long after they had gotten to know each other, and she couldn't understand why he was feeling so down when he was normally reasonable company.
"The guy who killed my parents, Tom Riddle, was a really nasty person. He went around killing lots of people, with the help of his followers, just because he thought they were of lesser blood. After he tried to kill me, and failed, he disappeared; a fact which practically everyone celebrated. I was sent to live with my mother's sister, her husband and their son of my age and for the next ten years of my life I lived in the cupboard under the stairs, doing chores and staying out of their way. Nothing much to say about my time there, I hated it. I hated my family because of the way they treated me, they didn't understand, so they called me a freak. I get on really well with them now though; we managed to come to a few understandings a few years back." Harry smiled slightly at the way he had gotten them to listen to him; there had been a lot of yelling involved from both Vernon and him.
"A few days before my eleventh birthday I started getting letters, lots and lots of letters which my uncle wouldn't let me read. Eventually a really big man showed up to explain everything to me." Taking a deep breath in and looking at Allie's attentive, but slightly confused, expression, Harry prepared to drop the bombshell. After a moment of preparing himself, he realised it was going to be a lot harder than he had thought it would be. He really had no idea of how to say it. He saw both Allie and Connie were still waiting; it wouldn't take long for Allie to say something – she wasn't exactly a patient person.
True enough, she spoke up, looking at Harry she said, "and…? What did he explain?"
I just have to say it. I'll tell her what I am, and then it will be easier. At least he could give her proof if she didn't believe him.
"He explained about who I am, about my parents, but most importantly he explained about what I am." Deep breath, just say it, "Allie, I'm a wizard."
