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A/N: Thank you for Lighting Rain, my Beta Reader. For your advices, for your encouragements, etc. Thank you for my brothers, who support me so much.
This is my very first fanfic. Give me your thoughts, if you don't mind. Thank you.
Warning: OC, Incest. Some violence in later chapters.
Chapter 1
1st September, 1991
The train was finally moving. He watched the crowd outside, parents waved at their children; siblings laughed or cried, and sensed a tingle of jealousy. He'd never had any of them... never. The only friend he ever had was a boy, when he was 5 years old. He remembered watching the boy leave from the orphanage... with a foster family.
He sighed. He knew that it wasn't healthy to hold something like that too long, but he couldn't help it. He missed him.
When he took a book from his bag, someone knocked his compartment door. He looked up, and saw a girl standing there.
"Can I sit here?" she asked.
He watched and looked at her, from head to toe, examined her like he had done to many more people before her. She had straight black hair that fell just above her shoulder, light-colored skin, and petite body. At first glance, she looked like your everyday 11-years old girl. But he checked her face once more, and what he saw on her face surprised him that he couldn't believe it.
She had emerald green eyes.
Similar to his, no, too similar to his. He felt like he was looking into his own eyes reflected in a mirror. He couldn't make mistake. He remembered his own eyes, every line of them.
The girl had his eyes.
She didn't move or talk for seconds, her face also wore awed expression on it. She also stared at his eyes, the very same eyes as hers. Finally, after minutes in staring at each other, she blinked.
He realized that he had been staring at her for too long, and that it must be considered rude by her. He shook his head, trying to clear it, and said, "S-Sorry. It's just..."
"Yeah, I'm sorry too. You're..." she said at the same time.
They stopped, and looked at each other's eyes again. Then, she smiled first, and said, "Can I... Sit here?"
He blinked, and answered quickly, "S-sure."
"Thanks," she grinned. She pulled her suitcase inside the compartment, and placed it beside his suitcase. Then, she sat down in front of him, still smiling. He felt his heart warmed by her smile, the first time he felt that again after many long lonely years. So, he smiled too.
"Sorry about before. It's just... You have the same eyes as me," she said.
"I know. That's what I thought when I saw your eyes. Too similar," he said.
"I never saw anyone else that has similar eyes to me."
"Me too," he said. She grinned now.
Encouraged by her grin, he stretched out his hand to her, and did what he hadn't done for years to anyone.
"My name is Harry. Harry Potter," he said, "What's yours?"
But she didn't grab his hand in gesture of introduction. She lost her smile, and her eyes widened. Harry felt afraid. He thought that he'd done it wrong, again. He felt afraid that she, like just others before her, thought that he was abnormal and went away. His hand slowly went down, and he felt sadness started engulfed him. His head hung down, and he felt something like tears started forming.
"Sorry..." he said, weakly.
She blinked.
"Oh. No! No... It's not like that. It's just... I'm surprised, really. I'm surprised!" she said quickly.
Harry looked up, and saw her face. She continued, "It's just... My name is Anna."
"Anna...?" he asked.
"Anna Potter," she said, stretched her hand and smiled. Harry felt better watched her smiling, so he stretched his hand too, and shake her hand. Her smile grew even wider.
"Can you believe this? We have so much in common!" she said cheerfully.
"Er... Really?"
"Of course! Same eyes, same skin color, same hair-"
"No. My hair is messy. Yours is not," he said.
"Whatever. It's still same: Black-colored. And now, we have same last name!" she finished, leaned closer to Harry, grinning happily.
Harry smiled too, and said, "So much coincidence. Maybe... We could be twins or something like that?"
She laughed, and said, "I would love that!"
They grinned at each other, and started talking.
"There! Right there!"
"Where? I can't see it!"
She laughed, and said again, "2 o'clock, near the floating leave!"
He looked at that direction again, and now he could see it. It swam near the surface, its mouth opened wide, probably swallowing every little food that it could find. He waved his wand to it, and said,
"Accio fish!"
That fish flew from the water, pulled by an invisible force. It landed in ground between Harry and Anna, and they jumped back so it wouldn't land on them. Anna laughed again, and Harry smiled. The fish was big enough. Sensing danger, it moved its body desperately, trying to get back into water. But Harry was faster. He aimed his wand to it and said, "Diffindo!"
The fish' head was separated from its body, and it stopped its struggle. Anna smiled, and levitated the fish and put a simple floating charm on it, so it kept floating above the fire, together with 3 other fish that they had been found before.
"Three grilled fish for tonight. Cool," Anna said, sitting near the fire. She turned to Harry, who was performing a charm to dry his clothes. She smiled. "You're good at that."
"Aha, you have no idea," he answered, turned to her. He walked and sat himself down beside her. She put her head on his shoulder, and instinctively, he encircled his arm around her. They watched the fishes grilled, the fire made some sound like popcorn popping, and some animals that had realized the smell were trying to get closer, but were held back by some complex charms that were put up by them both around their tent.
After a while, she said, "You know, I wanted us to do this for long time."
Harry raised his eyebrow, and said teasingly, "What, cuddling? We have done this since-"
"Not that, silly," she said.
"You called me silly?" he asked, faking being hurt. "You said that I'm silly?"
"Compared to me, yes," she answered, grinning. Harry put his hand on his chest.
"Ouch. That hurt," he said, with hurt expression. Anna turned her head a little, so she could saw his face.
She snorted, and said, "That's a fact. I won our six-year-long academic competition at Hogwarts! And we still have so much other occasions-"
"Okay, okay! Truce," Harry said, grinning. Anna giggled. Of course she always won. She got their mother's brain, although she couldn't play Quidditch like Harry. They were both top in their year, only surpassed by Granger. That was a fact well-known by everyone in Hogwarts.
After some minutes, Anna said again, "What I tried to say... I wanted us to go camping for long time, just two of us. Enjoying the weather, eating fish that we caught ourselves, sightseeing the scenery... That sounds wonderful, right?"
"Yes," Harry answered, smiling sadly to her. "I can imagine it."
She smiled softly, and put her head on his shoulder again, snuggled closer to him. Harry played with her hair absentmindedly, noting that it's now reached her waist. So long, so soft, so silk, and so different from the first time he saw her. He snorted at that thought.
"What's funny?" she asked softly.
"No," he said. "I just like your hair."
"Really?" she asked, moved her head a little, smiling at him. "I like yours, too."
"Don't make me feel better," he said, running his free hand through his messy black hair, same as 6 years ago.
"I like it," she said, touching his hair. "It's just... So you."
Harry felt something warming inside him, so similar with other occasions before, all of them occurring with Anna, the same warmth that he felt since they were first years, the very same. He smiled happily, but at the same time felt guilty inside.
Silence descended between them, a not so comforting silence. So, in an attempt to break the silence, Harry said the first thing that came to his mind. He said, "Why, Anna? You compliment my handsomeness, finally?"
"Ha, ha. You wish," and she stuck her tongue at him childishly. He laughed, and, after two seconds, they laughed together.
Grilled fish tasted so good, especially if you were camping, in middle of nowhere, just with the closest person to you.
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He sat near the tent's entrance, reading a Daily Prophet that he found. It was last week's edition, but it was enough for him. There wasn't much news now, only the information about 'Undesirable No. 1' and his best friends that ran with him. Harry saw Longbottom's face, and shook his head a little. He never believed that Longbottom could defeat Voldemort. Even after last year's nonsense about The Chosen One...
And now he ran, with his bestfriends, the so-called Golden Trio. Some people said that he was hiding; some said that he was on mission...
He didn't care.
The only thing in this world that he still cared about was lying in her bed, two meters from his position.
Harry watched Anna's face on her bed, sleeping peacefully. He watched the way her body moved rhythmically for every breath that she did, the way her hair fell past her face...
He knew that it was wrong. He knew that so well. In any society that he ever knew, none of them could allow what he felt right now. It's just so wrong...
He knew he's selfish, so selfish for feeling happy that he wasn't alone, for enjoying her companionship. She didn't deserve to be here. No one deserved this. But they had no other options. If they stayed in Hogwarts, they had been captured for long time now. The Carrows and Snape would have not let them walked on earth peacefully, even for a second. Their family's history on Light Side was known widely in community. Even their blood status couldn't help them. They weren't purebloods, even though they had the 'Potter' name.
He would give his life for her. He would do anything to protect her. He would do anything for her, his only love that still remained in his life, anything, even using Dark Arts. He had considered in joining Voldemort, only to protect her. But Anna had forbid him to do that, simply because she didn't want him to become a slave for Darkness.
So in their second week during their final year at Hogwarts, they packed everything they had, and together they escaped.
Live free, that's what Anna had said. And Harry agreed wholeheartedly with her. That was the same thing that he'd wanted since he was little.
He stood, put the paper on nearby table. It was past midnight, and Harry could feel weariness starting to defeat him. He walked to his bed, but he stopped mid-walk. He turned, and walked to Anna's bed. He brushed her hair from her face, and kissed her forehead, whispering,
"I love you."
He let his hand touched her cheek for another seconds, before removing it and stood again.
He saw her smiling in her sleep, and Harry felt another wave of warmth rushing inside him.
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A/N: So that's for Chapter 1. What do you think? Please leave a review, thank you very much. :)