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Love You, Hate You
Chapter 7
As Harry's companion began to lower his hood, Harry was standing to the side looking like he was watching his companion. But in reality, he was looking at the Slytherin table at a certain blonde.
The past month had been really hard for Harry not being able to see Draco. Even though Draco had broken his heart when he found him together with Pansy, he still loved him. And for the last week, at the prospect at seeing him again, Harry had been excited and angry. Seeing him again would bring about all of Harry's feelings and he just couldn't deal with them. He had other things to think about other that his broken heart.
'I can't think about him right now. I have to watch and keep an eye on everyone for when Papa shows them who he is.' Harry shook his head of his thoughts and turned back to watch his friend.
Meanwhile, Harry's friend was almost vibrating with excitement at the prospect of some of the students screaming in shock at seeing who he finally was. He hadn't had so much fun like this in so long. Ever since he had taken Harry with him for the past month, it had been a great experience.
He had had a great time teaching Harry everything he needed to know and Harry had great fun learning. Harry was a very happy-go-lucky boy who tried his best to achieve at what it was he was doing and to not let anything stop him.
However, there were those rare moments when Harry had a sad look in his eyes. He had never let on about what brought on that sadness and he never had the heart to pry.
At this thought, the figure glanced over towards Harry to see what he was doing. He noticed the same sad, faraway look in Harry's eyes again, but then his eyes became their brilliant shining color again.
The figure wondered what could be wrong with Harry, but he would just have to find out later. Right now he wanted to see how many students and teachers knew who he was.
He pushed his hood back with a smirk upon his face. A lot of gasps followed the appearance of his face. Whether the gasps were of shock, fear, recognition, or even lust, the figure had a great time with hearing them.
(AN *Originally this was supposed to be the end of this chapter, but when I went back through my story, I noticed how short the chapters were. Including this one, so I have combined chapter 11 and the original chapter 12 and made one chapter. I hope everyone likes it. I decided to keep this because it shows what I was thinking on doing when I first wrote this chapter. *)
He was a good six foot, five inches tall, with broad shoulders. He had long black hair that went past his shoulders, which was tied at the nape of his neck with a leather thong very much like Harry's was. He had glowing green, with silver flecks, eyes that seemed to hold more power and knowledge than even Dumbledore. Power seemed to be flowing off of him in waves.
He had high cheekbones and a stubborn chin. He was clean shaven and had a bow shaped mouth that screamed "kissable." He held himself like a pureblood would hold oneself and yet he didn't show any sigh of disgust nor contempt in the presence of muggleborns and half-bloods.
Instead, he seemed to be torn between amusement and disappointment. This seemed to confuse a lot of people, but Harry understood and found it laughable.
"Now, do you sssee what I mean, Papa? Not many people know who you are and the onesss who do will fear you." Harry hissed mockingly to his friend.
"Yesss, I can sssee what you mean now. But why don't many recognize me? And what do you mean the onesss who do will fear me? What is there to fear?" His companion hissed back inquiringly.
"What I mean isss, isss that in thisss time and age you are ssseen asss the bad guy. Throughout the yearsss, you and your houssse have been cassst asss evil and not to be trusssted. Ssso…" Harry hissed to a halt, trying to see if his friend understood now.
"Ssso, what your sssaying isss, isss that with me back, they will think the worssst becaussse of the beliefsss of untrue thingsss that they have heard about me and my houssse?" His friend hissed back, disheartened slightly and getting a little angry.
"Yesss, Papa. And I'm sssorry, but maybe we can fix that." Harry hissed back encouragingly trying to dissuade him from getting any more upset.
"Oh? What do you have in mind?" His companion hissed back, hope lacing his hissed words.
"What if we brought up the portraitsss? Everyone knowsss portraitsss can't lie about anything." Harry hissed suggestively.
His companion thought for a moment before nodding his head eagerly in agreement. "Yesss, I will bring them up later."
"Good. Now, let'sss addressss everyone before anything elssse happensss, ok Papa?" Harry hissed, motioning towards the still surrounding students and staff.
His companion nodded again before replying, in English though, "Yes, yes. Now, can anyone of you answer a question for me?"
Some students nodded their heads, whether out of shock or fear was unknown. Harry's friend looked a little please at the students cooperation, albeit reluctant in some cases.
"Alright. Here's my question: Can any of you tell me, and everyone for that matter, 'What's my name?' I want to see if any one can guess if right." Harry's friend asked inquiringly, watching the staff and students avidly.
Harry watched everyone to see their reactions to his friends' question. What he saw greatly amused him. The staff looked as if they wanted to make a guess, but were not a hundred percent certain that they should, lest they make fools out of themselves were they to get it wrong.
To say the students were any better, it would be an understatement. There were a few Slytherin's who looked like they wanted to say something, but they kept to themselves afraid of being judged by others. The only other one who looked to want to say something was Hermione, but before she or anyone else could say a word, a ghostly voice spoke from above them.
"Uncle? Uncle Sal, is that really you? Have you finally come back?" It was the voice of The Grey Lady, ghost of Ravenclaw.
"Ah, is that you Helen? My, you grew! Last I say of you, you were a mere teenager, trying to gain the attentions of my nephew, Mathew." Harry's friend exclaimed, looking shocked but happy.
The Grey Lady blushed, or as much as a ghost could, at his remark, "Yes, well Mathew was quite dashing and charming, just like you Uncle Sal."
'Uncle Sal,' dubbed so, chuckled, "Yes, he was. I'm afraid I taught him everything that he knew. It was too bad he got sick. He would have made you a fine husband, Helen."
"Hmmm, yes he would have. But, alas, it's been a thousand years or so. It would not do well to dwell upon the past too much, now would it?" She inquired, looking back at 'Uncle Sal' losing her wistful look.
'Uncle Sal' nodded his head, "Oh, and to answer your question, I'm back for good. I've found the last of my family and I don't plan on losing him anytime soon."
The Grey Lady nodded her head, beginning to glide away, "Visit me when you get a chance, Uncle Sal?"
"I will. Soon, Helen." 'Uncle Sal' nodded towards her fading form, before turning back to everyone who had been silent during the exchange.
"Sorry for that. It's just been…well, years I guess you could say since I've spoken to, le alone seen Helen." He continued apologetically, looking about at everyone.
"That is the first time I have ever seen The Grey Lady interact with anyone or thing that wasn't a ghost. Who are you, might I ask?" Professor Filius Flitwick, Charms professor and head of Ravenclaw, spoke up tinily from his perch at the High Table.
"Oh yes, that is what we were discussing before Helen's unexpected arrival. Now, can anyone tell me who they believe I am?" Harry's friend or 'Uncle Sal' asked, again looking around at the surrounding students eager for an answer.
'I think I know who he is, I'm pretty sure I've seen his picture somewhere, but I don't want to say anything and have everyone laugh or scoff at me. They always do when they don't want to believe what I tell them. It's so annoying sometimes.' Hermione thought fiercely to herself, looking like she wanted to say something but thought better of it.
'This is such great fun. I'm almost one hundred percent certain as to who he is, but I just love watching others try to figure things out. Hmmm…lemon drop.' Dumbledore mused to himself grabbing a lemon drop out of his robes and popping it in his mouth to suck on.
'Why won't he just tell us all ready who he is? I'm getting hungry, but he won't tell us who he is. And he's with that stupid Potter. He's such an attention seeking prat. I wish he would just leave and let everyone else get on with our lives. Gosh I hate him!' Ron spat to himself, angrily looking at the people in the center of the Hall.
When silence was the only answer, 'Uncle Sal' began to whine, quite childishly in many peoples opinion, to Harry.
"Harrrrrry, you said that someone would recognize me, if not know exactly who I am. Why isn't anyone saying anything?" 'Uncle Sal' complained loudly, even going so far as to stomp his foot.
This caused many to giggle or snicker. For they could not believe someone who looked to be a pureblood could stoop to a child's level and whine and stomp their foot. They found it hilarious.
Even Harry snickered, "Some probably do recognize you and know you, however, more, if not all, won't voice their thoughts about you though."
'Uncle Sal' looked confused, "Why?"
"Their afraid." Harry said simply, looking like he really wanted to say 'duh,' but refrained from doing so.
"Afraid? Why would they be afraid to voice what they think?" 'Uncle Sal' asked incredulously.
"Fear of being wrong. Fear of being laughed at. And even fear of being right." Harry replied.
'Uncle Sal' looked around and did indeed see the fear that Harry spoke of. He was astonished at how much these people of today valued what others thought of them.
Yeah when he was younger, he had valued the same thing too, but not over voicing his own thoughts and opinions. Besides, if they were wrong or even right, people would eventually forget or laugh about it in the future.
"Well, as it seems I'm not going to get to hear what everyone else's thoughts or opinions are about who I am, I suppose I shall tell you." He stopped to look around at everyone again. He noticed how they all practically leaned out of their seats towards him, awaiting his reply.
He finally settled for shaking his head and spoke again, "My name…"
Hah thought I was going to keep on going didn't you? Nope, you will just have to go and read the next chapter to find out what is going to happen next.
Again, I really didn't find anything to change with this chapter. Hmmmm…I seem to be doing that with several of my chapters. Maybe they are good. Hope everyone likes my story and can't wait to get some reviews! R&R
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