Double Potter

by Annabelle4.0

The night Lily and James Potter left the wizarding world, there were two babies, no twins, who defied the Dark Lord. One of them had the gift from their mother to destroy his mortal body. Which one, though? You know the story of Harry Potter. Now it's Mary Lilly Potter's turn to tell her side of the tale, but her ending is tragic...

7. Chapter 7

12/25/10

Hello! I'm on the plane now and this will be first story I've written since I have left The Green State. Since the internet connection is sucky on my laptop, I'll update all of the chapters I've written in the Golden State when I breathe the fresh smell of Douglas fir trees again. I'll also start dating the day I type the stories whenever I'm far from home.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or the songs that are used in this chapter.

Onwards!

Chapter Seven

September 1st, 1991

After having to help Harry and myself pull the luggage on the train, finding an empty carriage, and putting our trunks and cages in the luggage area, I pulled the guitar and notebook out of the guitar case I carefully kept with me the whole time, flipped over to the solo section, and strummed a couple of beginning chords.

"Do you still remember the song TNT?" I asked Harry. He nodded and said, "How can I forget? I loved the trash metal quality of it."

"Well, I managed to convert it so then I can play it on the guitar and you can sing it. It's kind of a 2-month-late birthday present. Wanna try it now?"

Harry had a knack for imitating Ben Stoff and other well-known male celebrities. The last time he used this "gift" was a few years back when he played a prank on Piers, saying that he was Ben Stiller and that he won a sweepstakes for a pair of concert tickets that was happening at the Globe Theater. That prank backfired because Dudley happened to be in the same room when we made the call and the next thing we knew, Aunt Petunia had a doing chores over the weekend. After that, Harry and I didn't issue anymore pranks and for a week, Piers gave us the evil eyes.

I played the beginning chords in a heavy metallic way and Harry started singing.

Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi

See me ride out of the sunset

On your color TV screen

Out for all that I can get

If you know what I mean

Women to the left of me

And women to the right

Ain't got no gun

Ain't got no knife

But don't you start no fight

CHORUS:

'Cause I'm T.N.T. I'm dynamite

T.N.T. and I'll win the fight

T.N.T. I'm a power load

T.N.T. Watch me explode

I'm dirty, mean and mighty unclean

I'm a wanted man

Public enemy number one

Understand

So lock up your daughter

Lock up your wife

Lock up your back door

And run for your life

The man is back in town

Don't you mess me 'round

CHORUS

T.N.T. Oi, oi, oi

T.N.T. Oi, oi, oi

T.N.T. Oi, oi, oi

T.N.T. Oi, oi, oi

T.N.T. Oi

I'm dynamite (oi, oi)

T.N.T. Oi,

And I'll win the fight,

T.N.T.

I'm a power load

T.N.T.

Watch me explode!

I heard clapping and when I turned my head towards that direction, Ron was standing there and the train was still loading. Luckily, only Ron was at the doorway. I sent Ron a warm smile and beckoned him to sit down next to Harry and he did so. When he cushioned himself on the leather seats of the train, he asked, "What were your last names? I didn't quite catch it and I was wondering whether or not you're the Twins."

Right at the moment Ron had asked his question, the train jerked forward and soon, I looked out and saw the Farmlands of England. After a long awkward silence, I took off my jacket and pulled up the right sleeve of my T-shirt and said, "This is was what Voldemart had left behind as a reminder of what happened that night."

Imprinted on my pale skin was a faintly red scar in the shape of a lightning bolt. Ron stared at it and said, "Blimey. Does Harry have on too?"

Harry pulled up his bangs and the same image was printed on his forehead. Ron looked back and forth and whispered, "Mum and dad were both right. Whoever rescued you guys from the remains must've told everyone about it."

I heard the carriage door clatter open and a girl with bushy hair appeared. I released the sleeve and Harry removed his hand from his hair.

"Have you seen a toad anywhere?" the girl said. "Neville lost his." I heard a ribbit and looked towards that direction, only to find a huge brown toad sitting on the windowsill. I set down the guitar, carefully cupped the scared-looking amphibian into my hand and handed it to the girl. "Here he is. What's your name?"

"I'm Hermione. Hermione Granger." She responded. "And your guy's?"

We introduced ourselves and soon, after she returned Neville's toad, we were swapping stories about our old lives. Hermione turned out to have Muggle parents. When Ron heard this, he started bombarding her with questions about the telephone and things like that.

When the stream of questions came to a stop, Hermione asked, "Can you play a song on that guitar?"

I replied, "Yes, and I can sing too. Harry can sing as well and does good impersonations of many male celebrities. Wanna hear a song?"

Hermione nodded her head and I flipped over to a page labeled Love Song. I wrote this one after Terra dared me to play a love song for the talent show back in fourth grade and this was what I had played.

I heard a clapping noisHead under water
And they tell me to breathe easy for a while
The breathing gets harder, even I know that
Made room for me but it's too soon to see
If I'm happy in your hands

I'm unusually hard to hold on to
Blank stares at blank pages
No easy way to say this
You mean well, but you make this hard on me
I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you asked for it
'cause you need one, you see

I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you tell me it's
Make or break in this
If you're on your way
I'm not gonna write you to stay
If all you have is leaving I'm gonna need a better
Reason to write you a love song today

I learned the hard way
That they all say things you want to hear
And my heavy heart sinks deep down under you and
Your twisted words,
Your help just hurts
You are not what I thought you were
Hello to high and dry
Convinced me to please you
Made me think that I need this too
I'm trying to let you hear me as I am

I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you asked for it
'cause you need one, you see
I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you tell me it's
Make or break in this
If you're on your way
I'm not gonna write you to stay
If all you have is leaving I'm gonna need a better
Reason to write you a love song today

Promise me that you'll leave the light on
To help me see with daylight, my guide, gone
'cause I believe there's a way you can love me
Because I say
I won't write you a love song
'cause you asked for it
'cause you need one, you see

I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you tell me it's make or break in this
Is that why you wanted a love song
'cause you asked for it
'cause you need one, you see
I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you tell me it's make or break in this
If you're on your way
I'm not gonna write you to stay
If your heart is nowhere in it
I don't want it for a minute
Babe, I'll walk the seven seas when I believe that
There's a reason to
Write you a love song today

I heard clapping come from the doorway and when the people in the carriage turned around, we had discovered that Draco was the cause for the sound. "Hello, Harry and Mary," he said, smirking. "And why are you hanging out with this weasel?"

"Ron's just a friend," I said. "And why do you call him a weasel?"

"Because you don't want to mix up with the wrong sort of people. The same goes for Mudbloods."

I didn't know what Mudbloods are at first, but after using some common sense, I felt my blood begin to boil. He had no right to call Hermione a name because of her blood status. He must've been eavesdropping the whole time since Hermione came in.

"You," I growled. "Have no right to call my friends names, Malferret."

Draco, oops, I mean Malfoy, looked shocked for a minute before he composed himself. I guess that nobody else had called him that before today.

"Come on, Mary," he said smoothly. "You don't want to call a friend names, do you?"

I set down the guitar next to me, walked up to the doorway, and started punching him in his face. "You." I scowled after throwing punch after punch. "Are. Not. My. Friend. If. You. Call. My. Other. Friends. Names. Especially. If. They're. Muggleborns." I gave him a groin kick and a stomp on the foot and slammed the door in front of his face as he staggered out with an incredulous look on his face. When I turned around, Hermione and Ron were giving me scared looks and Harry was acting as if nothing happened. I heard the lunch cart rattle to a stop in front of the carriage. Harry jumped up to buy some treats as I walked back to my seat next to Hermione.

Later, as we were all eating some sandwiches I had packed yesterday and treats from the lunch cart, Ron piped up, "So, beat up guys much?"

"Nope. I had beat up Malferret for two reasons. One is because Harry and my mother was a Muggle-born, or what others would call Mudbloods," I shuddered at the horrendous name. "And here is another reason. Remember the mean girl I told you guys about?"

They all nodded.

"Well, I promised myself when I left that package of owl droppings on the front steps of her house that I would never let anybody ever bully me again. And Malferret is no exception. Even if he does look a bit like a cute ferret."

"Wait," Harry interrupted. "So that was the package you left on her front doorsteps? Stuart's droppings?'

"And Hedwig's'." I added. That comment finally brought laughter into the carriage, breaking the awkward silence that was previously hanging in the room.

So, how was that? Don't forget to review and take the poll on my profile! The next chapter will be the Sorting.

~Annabelle4.0