So this will be the chapter it will get interesting.
Oh, yea, I said I would switched POVs every chapter, but this will start out Elena but when *** happens it switches to Harry
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. It owns me.
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Six months. Six months was all it took for me to realize I would never love anyone but Harry. He had already told me he loved me, three months ago, in fact. I sighed as I looked at the huge workload that I had due Monday, but it was still Friday. Instead I looked at Harry, who was bent over a charms essay. We were in the common room, trying to do our homework.
"Harry, do you remember what the fifth side effect of the relaxation potion?" I asked, looking at him as he turned his head slightly.
"You know I'm rubbish at potions, but I believe it's excessive twitching." Harry said, smiling at me.
"You are aware that you're the best, right?" I said, and he leaned in to kiss me lightly, but I wasn't going to let him go that easily. I snaked my arms around his neck, and homework forgotten he put his hands on my waist. Harry stood up, never breaking the kiss, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I was completely aware of the giggles of the younger students, and wolf whistles of the older ones, but I really couldn't care.
He led me up the stairs to the boys dorm. We had gone up to his room to snog before, but we had never actually done anything farther than that, but I knew I was ready. I trusted Harry more than anyone, ever. He opened the door to his dorm to reveal Dean and Seamus sitting on their respective beds, just talking.
"Out!" Harry pulled away from me to command his roommates; I started to kiss his neck.
They grumbled, but left their room quickly. Harry locked the door, and brought his lips back to mine.
And we collapsed on his four poster.
I woke up in Harry's arms the next morning feeling very sore, very tired, and most of all extremely happy. I sighed, as first times go, mine had to be near perfection. I peeked out of Harry's closed curtains, and saw that the room was completely empty. Perfect.
I rolled out of bed, and started looking through Harry's trunk for something because everything I wore that had been strewn across the room and I didn't feel like looking. I settles for a pair off his pajama pants and a sweater that had SEEKER in gold letters across the front.
Miraculously I only took my eyes off of Harry to flick my eyes down to the clothes I was putting on. I walked quickly over to my dorm, thanking god there was no one in the common room. Must be at breakfast.
I walked straight to my vanity when I got in my room. I tried to run my fingers through my tangled black locks, but they got stuck. I would definitely need a shower before going anywhere near people again.
I took Harry's baggy sweatshirt off first, but I noticed something on my arm. I stared at it for a full minute before I started screaming. It was the dark mark, his mark, on my arm! It couldn't be there! It was completely impossible, I didn't join him, I would rather die than associate myself with that monster.
I took several deep calming breaths. Somewhere in this mess there was a rational answer, and I would find it. I went to go sit on my bed, maybe sitting would help my thinking.
I noticed a piece of parchment folded on my pillow. My breathing hitched, was this the answer? I unfolded it with shaking hands.
To my heir,
If you are reading this it means you are an adult, and if you are an adult it means you will join me in my quest for dominance over the wizarding world. It also means I was not able to raise you myself, so it will take that much longer to train you in magic only I have delved into. You are expected to find me immediatly. I hope to see you soon.
Your father,
The Dark Lord.
I read the letter four times through before I got any meaning out of it. Me?!? The Dark Lord's daughter! Impossible! I wasn't evil; I was a Gryffindor for Merlin's sake! How the hell could this happen!
I was about to tear out of my room when I realized I was topless, I quickly grabbed Harry's seeker sweater from the bathroom. After I put it on, I tore out of my dorm stomping down the stairs.
"HARRY!" I screamed, and I was suddenly aware of people staring. Apparently in the ten minutes I had been in my dorm, breakfast ended, and everybody had come into the common room. I was also completely aware of how I must of looked wearing my boyfriends clothes, screaming his name, and stomping toward his dorm.
I ran up the stairs, and threw open his door. I yelled his name again and he sat bolt upright.
"Did I do something wrong?" Harry asked, and the confusion on his face almost made me laugh.
Almost, "Nothing, it's not you."
I closed the door, and walked over to sit by Harry. Immediately starting to cry in his shoulder, "Baby, what is it?"
With shaking hands I drew back my left sleeve, trying not to wince at Harry's gasp, "How?"
I told him the story through tears, then showed him the letter, "Do you believe me?"
The love and trust on his face made me want to burst in to tears again, "Of course I believe you, you wouldn't have had time, and anyway's, why would you even do that?"
The softness in his voice sent me over the edge, and I was crying into his chest again. He just stroked my hair and murmured soothing words to me.
"Harry, I love you." I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"As I love you," Harry kissed me softly, "We have got to figure out this letter!"
"I know, what did it mean by adult, I'm only fifteen!" I said, biting my lip.
"Maybe we should ask Hermione?" Harry asked.
I thought about it, on the one hand she probably would know what happened, but on the other hand that would mean revealing what we did last night. I just nodded my head.
Harry detached himself from me and opened his door, "HERMIONE!"
"What?!" I heard her agitated voice.
"We need you." Harry shouted back.
"Can I come too?" I heard Ron shout, and Harry looked at me questionably. I nodded my head again, for I knew Harry and Hermione couldn't keep anything from him. About a minute later Hermione and Ron were seated across from us on Harry's bed. I told the story again, and this time it was a bit easier with Harry's arms locked securely around my waist.
After listening to the story Hermione looked thoughtful, "Adult?"
"Yes, we couldn't figure it out either." Harry said, resting his head on my shoulder.
Hermione wrinkled her brow, then went completely red, "Er, Elena, I need to ask you some thing that are kind of personal, but you have to answer with complete honesty."
I nodded my head, wondering exactly what she meant by personal.
"So," Hermione took a deep breath, "Elena you and Harry had sex last night correct?"
The whole room flushed a deep red, I was saved from having to answer, "Yes, we did."
I really loved him, more than I ever thought possible, Hermione asked another question, "And that was your first time, yes?"
I answered this time, "Yes."
Hermione bit her lip, and I could tell she knew what was wrong with me, "Elena, when you lost your virginity to Harry you became a woman, and that technically that makes you an adult."
"Fuck, it's my fault." Harry said blankly.
"Harry, no, it-" I started to protest, but he was already off of his bed and out the door. Hermione and Ron started to get up, but I held them back. I knew right now Harry would only listen to me.
I ran out the portrait hole, following the sound of Harry's loud footsteps, and sobs. I saw him walk into an empty classroom, and I followed without hesitation.
"Harry, it wasn't you." I walked over to him. He was sitting on what appeared to be a teacher's desk, I sat right by him.
"Yes it was, it was me, Elena I was the one who made you a woman." Harry said, he was obviously wrenched about this.
"Harry, you sound like someone off of a lame soap opera." I hid a giggle behind my hand. Harry scowled at first, and then he grudgingly grinned.
"Shut up, you." He said playfully.
"And it wasn't you," I said defiantly, he looked pained, "I was the one who wouldn't let you pull back."
Harry started to argue, but I silenced him with a quick kiss, "It doesn't matter; it happened, and we should tell Dumbledore."
"You're right." He smiled at me, but it didn't reach his eyes. That killed me.
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I was sitting in the familiar position across from Dumbledore, he was looking over his half moon spectacles at me. The only thing different was I was sitting by Elena, rubbing comforting circles on her hand.
"So Harry, what exactly is this emergency?" Dumbledore said calmly, I took in a huge breath and drew back Elena's left sleeve.
"Sir, it wasn't what it looks like." Elena rushed to say, Dumbledore cocked an eyebrow, a silent question.
I answered for my girlfriend, and I told the story. It was awkward having to explain my sex life to the headmaster of our school. Elena leaned her head on my shoulder while I told the story with many awkward pauses and some spluttering.
"......So you believe us right?" I ended, looking at Dumbledore questioningly.
Dumbledore just looked at me with thoughtful eyes, and very suddenly he spun back grabbing two books from the shelf behind him, and he slapped them on the desk, I was sure my face mirrored the confused mask of Elena's, "What are they?"
"They are yearbooks, and if I'm correct they show your mother and father, Elena." Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling.
He opened the first on pointing to a dark haired boy, "My eyes."
I looked at the teenage boy Dumbledore pointed out, and nearly gasped aloud. It was her eyes, the eyes that looked at me with annoyance when I made fun of her, the eyes that stared at mine when she told me she loved me, and the eyes that welled up with tears when I said I loved her too; right smack in the middle of a face I hated. I shivered even though I wasn't cold.
"The next one I am going to show you is mostly hypothesis, but I think I am right, she was gone for several months before going to Azkaban." Dumbledore flipped open the much newer looking book, and this time I couldn't hide my gasp. Bellatrix Lestrange, the woman who killed the closest thing to a father I'd ever had, looking nearly exactly like Elena. She had her high cheekbones, straight nose, and curling black hair.
"No, she, fuck!" I said in a gasp, and Dumbledore looked at me with mild shock. Elena looked like she wanted to cry and ran out of the room.
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