Harry Tales Volume One: Reverse Cinderella by Allie P. Keaton

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 12/09/2007
Last Updated: 21/09/2007
Status: Completed

AU retelling of Cinderella. Hermione Granger meets a masked stranger. When he runs off, leaving
nothing behind but a cuff link, will she be able to find her Prince Charming?




1. Chapter 1
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**Disclaimer**: I do not own these characters. J.K. Rowling does. And I don’t know who wrote
Cinderella, but it wasn’t me.

**A/N**: Hey guys! This is the first fic in my Harry Tales series, and obviously it’s based
on Cinderella. I’ll post the second fic, Petrified Princess, once I’m finished posting this one. I
realize these chapters are on the short side, but it’s to break up the story where it needs to
happen. Happy reading!

xoxo Allie

“BOY! GET YOUR ARSE DOWN HERE!” Vernon Dursley yelled, his purple face full of fury.

A skinny boy with messy black hair ran down the stairs. “What? What’s wrong?”

“WHAT IS THIS?” Vernon gestured to a half a smudged, muddy shoeprint next to the front door.

“It’s a muddy shoeprint, sir.”

“HOW THE HELL DID IT GET THERE?” Vernon roared.

“Er, Dudley must have not wiped his feet,” the raven-haired boy stammered, his emerald eyes
worried.

“WELL THEN CLEAN IT UP! AND THE REST OF THE FLOOR WHILE YOU‘RE AT IT!” Vernon spat, turning on
his heel and going to the kitchen.

Harry Potter sighed and walked to the cleaning closet. He grabbed the brush and bucket, filling
it with soap and water before dropping to his knees and scrubbing the floor. He desperately hated
living with his aunt and uncle, but he had no choice. His parents had been killed in a tragic
accident when he was a baby, but Harry had survived with only a lightning bolt-shaped scar on his
forehead as a reminder. He had grown up in the cold, unfeeling home of his mother’s sister. His
aunt and uncle treated him like the help. He was forced to sleep in a small cupboard under the
stairs, was fed very little, and was forced to do all the housework. His cousin Dudley was the same
age as Harry, but they were very different. Vernon and his wife Petunia simply *fawned* over
Dudley, lavishing him with gifts, cooking his favorite foods, and letting him get away with beating
Harry senseless.

Harry hummed quietly to himself as he scrubbed the floor. Whenever he did his chores, he tried
to picture what his life would have been like if his parents hadn’t been killed. He had a picture
of them hidden away in his cupboard, and he looked at it when things got especially difficult to
handle. Harry was the spitting image of his father, James, except instead of James’s
caramel-colored eyes, he inherited the emerald eyes of his red-haired mother, Lily. Harry often
imagined their life as a family.

*They would be living in a small cottage somewhere in Devon. James would be outside, playing
catch with Harry, while Lily baked cookies with Harry’s younger sister.* He had always wanted a
younger sister, although in his daydreams her name changed. Today her name was Olivia*. As the
sun went down, Lily would call James and Harry into the house for supper. There would always be a
wonderful Caesar salad, steak-and-kidney pie, and for dessert, Harry’s favorite, treacle tart.
James would discuss his day at his office, Harry would sneak food to a terrier under the table,
Olivia would steal a cookie, and Lily would pretend not to notice. They’d laugh and joke, enjoying
each other’s company. After supper, James would help Harry with his homework while Lily gave Olivia
a bath. James would tuck Olivia in to bed, and Harry would read her a bedtime story. Harry and Lily
would play cards before he finally went to bed.*

Usually, these daydreams brought Harry a sense of comfort, but today they just created a huge
sense of longing. He was all alone in this world. His family didn’t care for him, and all the
students at his high school were so afraid of Dudley that nobody would talk to him. *Ah yes,
school*. School wasn’t much better for Harry, but at least there nobody would beat him (unless,
of course, he pissed Dudley off, but he was usually able to avoid him). The only person at school
who had ever been remotely nice to him was a boy named Ronald Weasley, with whom Harry had done a
history project with. But, like everyone else, Ron feared Dudley, so their interaction was kept to
a minimum.

When Harry was almost done cleaning the floor, the door burst open. A large, pig-like boy came
stomping in, a large grin on his face. Petunia scurried into the room at his entrance.

“Oh Dudders! I’ve missed you!” she cried, swooping in on him to kiss his cheeks. “How was your
day Diddykins?”

“It was fantastic mum! Hermione Granger, the most popular girl in school, is having a coming out
party on Saturday. It’s a masquerade ball, and the whole school is invited!”

Harry’s ears perked up. “Really?” he asked. “Can I go, Aunt Petunia?”

She looked at him in disgust. “I suppose so, if you can find something decent to wear,” she
sneered.

“Thank you!” Harry said, smiling, before returning to the floor. *Finally something to look
forward to…*

Dudley glared at him. *Not if I can help it, Potter*.

“We’ll go into London tomorrow and find you a costume, Dudders,” Petunia said, beaming at her
son. “We’ll get you the best money can buy. What would you like to go as?” she simpered.

“Batman,” Dudley said promptly. Harry had to hide his snigger. *Dudley in spandex?* He
shuddered at the thought as he dumped the soapy water and returned the bucket to the closet.

“Boy,” Petunia snapped, “it’s time for you to start dinner. And you had better not burn it.”

Harry hung his head. “Yes ma’am.” He went into the kitchen and began making a shepherd’s pie.
When he finished making dinner for the Dursleys, Petunia handed him a plate containing wilted salad
and a slightly smelly bologna sandwich. She locked him in his cupboard and returned to the dining
room to enjoy a meal with her family.


Harry sighed and sat down on his cot. The cupboard was tiny. He could hardly stand without needing
to bend his neck, and his cot took up most of the floor space. There was, however, a loose board
next to his cot, and it was under this board that he kept his most treasured possessions. The
Dursleys didn’t know that he had found his parents’ belongings hidden away in the far corner of the
attic. He pried open the floorboard and pulled out the picture of his parents, staring at it
fondly. He set it aside, and pulled out what he hoped to wear to Hermione Granger’s party. It was
his father’s tuxedo, and there was a cape as well. Perhaps his father had worn it to a costume
party as well. He would go as the Phantom of the Opera.

For the first time in his life, Harry Potter was looking forward to a Saturday night.



2. Chapter 2
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**A/N**: Thanks to everyone who read the first chapter! I'll admit, I was a little bummed
by the lack of response, but those of you who did review seemed to like it. The actual party
isn't until the next chapter, but this chapter introduces a character near to the hearts of
many in HP fandom. Happy reading!

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The night of Hermione Granger's party had arrived. Harry was forced to aid Dudley in getting
ready for the party, which Harry disliked immensely. Then again, so would anyone who had to force
Dudley into tights and a spandex bodysuit. After Harry had managed to shove Dudley's feet into
his boots, Petunia came in, squealing like a schoolgirl.

"Oh Dudders! You look positively *dashing* Not a girl at the party will be able to
resist my handsome little man!!" Dudley puffed out his chest importantly.

Harry looked nervously at Petunia. "Aunt Petunia? May I go get ready for the
party?"

"The bathroom needs a good scrubbing," she sneered. "Perhaps if you can make it
shine, I'll allow you to get ready." Turning to Dudley, she said, "Come on Dudders,
my growing boy needs his dinner!" Dudley was literally salivating as he followed her down the
stairs.

Harry wandered into the bathroom. As much as he hated his menial cleaning tasks, he was looking
forward to Hermione Granger's party so much that he was whistling as he scrubbed the toilet
clean. After Petunia grudgingly admitted that he had done a good job of cleaning, Harry practically
sprinted to his cupboard. He put on his father's tuxedo and cape, thinking that he didn't
look half bad. He added a Phantom mask before he stepped out into the living room.

Dudley's face contorted in anger before a scheming glint appeared in his eye. "Mum,
that's what we forgot. I need a cape! Can I have Harry's?"

"Of course you can, Diddykins. Give him the cape boy."

"B-But it's mine!" Harry protested, feeling his own anger rise.

Vernon's face turned very purple, and Harry was sure he was going to get a thrashing.
"GIVE DUDLEY THE CAPE THIS SECOND OR I WILL LOCK YOU IN YOUR CUPBOARD AND THERE WILL BE NO
PARTY FOR YOU!!!"

Harry sighed and removed the cape, handing it to Petunia. She beamed as she placed it around
Dudley's shoulders.

*I still have the tux. I suppose I could go as James Bond or something*. Dudley,
apparently, had other ideas. His jealousy of Harry had only increased when he saw that Harry still
looked better than he did.

"Dad, Harry stole that tux!" Dudley cried triumphantly.

Vernon wheeled around. "IS THAT TRUE BOY?!"

"No Uncle Vernon, I didn't. I swear," Harry said, backing up against the wall.

"Well where did you get it from then?"

"It belonged to my father," Harry said.

"How did you get something of *his*?" Petunia spat.

Harry realized that there was no point in lying. "I-I found it in the attic," he
admitted.

"SO YOU DID STEAL IT!" Vernon roared.

"Well not really," Harry said. "It did belong to *my* father, after
all."

"Yes, but it was in MY ATTIC! What else have you been stealing from me boy?"

"N-Nothing s-sir," Harry stammered.

"YOU LIE!" Vernon ripped off Harry's jacket. Dudley smirked as he ripped it into
strips. Vernon then yanked Harry's shirt with such force that the buttons popped off.

"IN...THE...CUPBOARD...NOW!!!" Without a moment's hesitation, Harry complied.
*So much for the party...there's no way they'll let me go now.*

Dudley laughed maniacally as Vernon stared into Harry's face. "We're taking Dudley
to this party, and then your aunt and I are going to the movies. You will be locked in
here."

Before Harry could reply, the door was shut in his face. He sat down on his cot, sighing as the
lock clicked. As he heard the Dursleys leave, he laid back, putting his hands beind his head. He
had desperately wanted to go to this party, to have a night of teenage normalcy. Dudley had
friends, he went out in the evenings. Harry had never had the opportunity. And now it seemed like
he never would.

After what seemed like an eternity (but was, in fact, fifteen minutes) Harry heard soft
footsteps in the living room.

*The Dursleys haven't come back yet. Somebody must be breaking into the house!*
Harry's eyes widened in fright as he held his breath, afraid to let even the tiniest sound
escape his lips. He was even more frightened when the footsteps stopped outside of his cupboard,
and then a voice whispered, "*Alohomora*."

The lock clicked and the door opened.

Nothing could have prepared Harry for what he saw on the other side of the door. There was an
old man, with white hair and a long white beard. He was wearing long robes of deepest purple,
spangled with gold stars. Delicate half-moon spectacles were perched on his crooked nose, and a
pointed hat was atop his head. He held in his hand a twelve inch stick.

"Who are you?" Harry asked.

"My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am your fairy godfather."

"You've got to be kidding me," Harry said skeptically. "How did you get in
here?"

"Magic," Dumbledore replied, as if it was obvious.

"Prove it," Harry said. Dumbledore pointed his stick at Harry and said,
"*Petrificus totalus*." Harry suddenly found himself unable to move.

"*Finite*," Dumbledore said, and Harry's limbs could move freely once
more.

"Okay, so you can do magic. What are you doing here?"

Dumbledore gave a deep, rumbling chuckle. "I am here to help you get to Miss Granger's
party, of course."

As skeptical as Harry had been at Dumbledore's appearance, Harry decided he had never been
happier to see anyone in his life.

"Now," Dumbledore said, looking pointedly at Harry's tattered shirt,
"*that* will never do." With a flick of his wand, Harry was wearing tight black
breeches, black boots, a white ruffled shirt, and a black cape. A black hat was perched upon his
head, a black half-mask on his face, and a sword in a holster on his hip.

"I certainly hope you have no objections to going to the party as Zorro," Dumbledore
said, eyes twinkling. "No sir, this is fantastic, thank you!"

"There is one more part of your outfit though," Dumbledore smiled. His made a small
swishing movement with his wand, and lion-shaped cufflinks with tiny rubies as eyes appeared on
Harry's wrists. "Those were handed down from generation to generation in your father's
family."

"Really?" Harry asked, eyes bright. He lightly ran his fingers over the lion on his
left wrist.

"You'll need a way to get there," Dumbledore said, rubbing his chin. Harry
followed him outside. Dumbledore spied an old ride-on car that Dudley had outgrown years ago.
"That will do perfectly," he said, as he turned the motorized child's car into a
sleek black limousine. He noticed a bird sitting on a power line and coaxed it down. He turned the
bird into a driver, who promptly opened the door for Harry.

"Wow! I get to ride in that?" Harry asked, mouth agape.

"Yes, Harry, but there is something you need to remember. When the clock strikes midnight,
everything will be back to normal. You will go back to wearing a tattered tuxedo shirt, and the
limousine will turn back into a child's toy. You must remember this."

Harry slid into the car. "Thank you," Harry smiled. "You have no idea how much
this means to me."

"It was my pleasure my dear boy, but remember...midnight..."

Harry helped himself to a root beer as the limousine sped off toward the Granger mansion.



3. Chapter 3
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A/N: It’s finally time for the party! I am personally completely in love with this chapter, and
I’m incredibly envious of Hermione. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Happy reading!!!

xo Allie

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Hermione Granger was bored. Her parents insisted on throwing her this extravagant coming out
party, and as the guest of honor, she very well couldn't tear herself away. The majority of the
school was dancing around to some pop song while Hermione sat at a table with her friends Ginny
Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil. Ginny, the athletic girl in the group,
was dressed as a figure skater. Imaginitive Luna's costume was that of a fairy. Lavender, the
resident flirt, was dressed as a French maid, while her partner-in-crime Parvati was dressed as a
nurse. Hermione was dressed as a flamenco dancer in a black and red dress, and her costume was what
she liked best about the evening. She had taken flamenco lessons while on holiday in Spain, and had
enjoyed them so much that she continued her lessons back home.

Hermione glanced at the clock. *Damn, there's more than three hours left until this thing
is done*.

She felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning her head, she saw Draco Malfoy.

"Well Granger, may I have this dance?" he asked grabbing her head.

Hermione detested Draco, but she always treated him with civility. "I'm terribly sorry,
Draco, but I need to go to the ladies'. I'm sure Ginny or Lavender would like to dance with
you though." She gave him a small smile and excused herself.

Draco huffed before turning to Ginny. "Would you care to dance?"

Ginny placed her small hand in his, and smiled warmly. "I'd be delighted to."

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Hermione had lied to Draco. She didn't need to use the ladies', she just didn't want
his hands on her. She ran to the cloakroom, certain that nobody would find her there. She sat in
the corner, quietly singing to herself. After a couple of minutes, she heard a noise. She stopped
singing and turned toward the door.

A young man dressed like Zorro stood at the door. "I'm terribly sorry," he said.
"I didn't mean to intrude. It's just that I heard you singing, and I couldn't help
but listen. You sing beautifully."

Hermione blushed. "Thank you. You're no intrusion."

"So why is the guest of honor hiding in the cloakroom at her own party?" the Zorro boy
asked.

"I don't like being the center of attention. My parents insisted on throwing this
party, and everyone in school wanted to come. I just wanted some time away from it all."

"I can understand that," he said. "Sometimes you just need a break from life."
She nodded as he continued, "But you're the most popular girl in school, one would think
you enjoyed attention."

"I really don't," she said. "I think the only reason I'm popular is
because my parents have so much money."

"That could be a part of it, I guess. People around here seem to rely a bit too heavily on
material things. But you're kind and beautiful as well."

"You-You think I'm beautiful?" she asked in disbelief.

"How could I not? You put this rose to shame," he said, handing her a rose.

"Well aren't you the charming one?" she asked, tucking the rose behind her
ear.

"I'm not charming," he said, "just honest."

"So we go to school together then?"

"Yes. Don't we go to school with everyone here?"

"Good point," she said, "I'd almost forgotten about everyone else. So who are
you?"

"That would surely take away my air of mystery, would it not?"

She laughed. "I suppose it would. So what can I call you then?"

"You can call me...James," he said.

"Alright, James. I'm Hermione," she said extending her hand to shake his.

She was surprised when instead of shaking her hand, he brought it to his lips. "The
pleasure is all mine, Miss Granger."

Hermione decided it was beginning to get a bit warm in the cloakroom. "Would you like to
get some punch with me? I'm a bit warm."

"I'd be glad to accompany you," he said, gallantly offering her his arm, which she
accepted.

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"Lav!" Parvati said, elbowing the blonde. "Look!"

Lavender followed Parvati's pointed finger to where Hermione was emerging from a hallway on
the arm of a boy dressed like Zorro.

"Ooh!" Lavender squealed. "Did you see his butt?!"

"Grade-A top-choice meat!" Parvati giggled.

"She's been turning down guys all night long, I wonder why she's with him all of a
sudden?"

"I don't know," Luna said, "but she looks quite happy."

The girls were startled when Dudley Dursley's large form stood in front of them.
"Lavender, would you like to dance?"

"Oh, gee Dudley, I'd really like to, but-" she scanned the room for males in close
proximity, "I already told Seamus I'd dance with him," she smiled sadly and yanked
Seamus out onto the dance floor.

Dudley stood there flabbergasted before saying, "Parvati, would you like to-" but when
he turned to Parvati and Luna, they were gone. He silently fumed and headed back toward the
crowd.

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Hermione and James had just finished drinking their punch when the bandleader cleared his
throat.

"Oh dear. I'm being presented now," she said, a small frown on her face.

"Don't worry Hermione, you'll do wonderfully. Just pretend there aren't so many
people," James said, reaching for her hand and giving it a little squeeze.

"Thank you," she said, smiling. "You're rather kind yourself, you know."
She made her way to the main staircase while James hurried down the side stairs.

"May I have your attention, ladies and gentlemen?" the bandleader asked. "May I
present Miss Hermione Jane Granger!"

Hermione slowly made her way down the stairs, the spotlight on her. She smiled nervously, but
focused her eyes on James, who grinned encouragingly.

Once Hermione had made her way to the middle of the floor, the bandleader spoke again. "And
now Miss Granger is going to dance with the male of her choice." The band began to play
"Unforgettable".

Hermione smiled and made her way through the crowd to James. "Will you do me the honor of
dancing with me?" she asked, once more extending her hand. This time, she was less surprised
when he kissed her hand.

"I would love to."

She led him to the dance floor, and wrapped an arm around his neck, while he snaked one of his
around her waist.

"So," he asked, as other couples took to the floor, "why, out of all the blokes
in this room, did you pick me?"

"They're all so fake. They all want to use me to gain status. You don't seem to
care about that, and I've enjoyed the little time we've spent together. You're a breath
of fresh air."

"That's probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me," he said. She
noticed for the first time how startling his emerald eyes were.

"Really? Surely someone has said nice things to you before."

"Not really. I live with my aunt and uncle, and they don't seem to like me very
much," James said.

"That's terrible! How could they not like you? I think you're perfectly
lovely," she said sincerely.

"You're the first to think so," he said, "but for the record, I think
you're perfectly lovely as well. Inside and out."

She felt the blood rushing to her cheeks as the song ended. She stood on tiptoe and kissed James
on the cheek.

"Thank you for the lovely dance," she said, giving him a small curtsy.

"The pleasure was all mine," he said, bowing.


They both looked at each other and laughed. "Would you like to accompany me to the
terrace?" she asked. "I think I could do with a bit of fresh air."

"I'd be delighted to," he said, once more offering his arm.

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A large group of boys were clustered in the corner, watching as Hermione and the guy in the
Zorro costume left the room.

"Who do you think he is?" Dean Thomas asked.

"I don't know," said Hermione's close friend Neville Longbottom, "but
Hermione seems to be enamored of him."

"He looks a bit familiar. We should beat him up," Dudley said.

"That's the stupidest thing you've said all night," Draco sneered.
"I've never seen him in my life. If she likes this guy as much as Longbottom thinks she
does, she'll be right pissed with us if we hurt him."

"Draco has a point," said Blaise Zabini. "Let's just see what happens. In the
meantime, there are plenty of girls who look like they could use a dance partner," he said,
making a beeline for Parvati.

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"It's beautiful, don't you think?" Hermione asked, staring at the sky.

"It's amazing. The stars really put life into perspective for me."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, there are so many stars. It makes you feel so small, you know?" he asked. She
nodded. "Well they make me realize that the world is so much bigger. I'm just one tiny
part of this huge universe, and it's good to remember that. The stars are rather humbling. They
remind me that not everything revolves around me, and there are so many more important things in
the world that need to be helped. It's good for me, because I stop feeling so sorry for
myself."

Hermione suddenly flung herself into his arms. He was taken aback, but pleasantly surprised. He
wrapped his arms around her, gently rubbing her back. He heard her sniff, and he lifted her chin
up. He was slightly shocked to see tears glistening in her chocolate eyes.

"I'm so sorry Hermione, I didn't mean to make you cry," he said, green eyes
full of worry.

"That was one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard," she said.

"You're kidding, right?" he asked, raising an eyebrow behind his mask.

"No, James. You really put things into perspective. You're completely right. There are
so many more important things to worry about. You explained it beautifully."

"Well, it helped that I had a beautiful girl to talk to. I guess I was inspired."

She looked at him, her eyes full of an emotion he couldn't quite detect. There seemed to be
happiness, sadness, adoration, concern and-surely he was imagining it-desire in her big brown eyes.
Without a moment's hesitation, James leaned down and captured her lips with his. It was sweet
at first, but he soon put a bit more ferocity behind it. Hermione returned his kiss with a hunger
she didn't know she had.

Suddenly, a clock began to chime. James's head snapped up. "What time is it?"
James whispered fearfully.

"It's midnight," Hermione said, noting the panic in his eyes. "What's
wrong?"

"I'm terribly sorry Hermione. I need to leave. I'm so sorry I can't stay
longer. You are truly amazing." He gave her a quick kiss and took off running.

Somewhat stunned, Hermione called out, "James! Wait! Please James!" She started
following him, tears welling as she saw him scoot into a limousine. She noticed something shiny at
her feet. She picked it up and examined it. It was a small lion-shaped cufflink, with tiny ruby
eyes.

"This cufflink is one of James's! I can find him with this!" With a renewed hope,
Hermione Granger returned to the ballroom.

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Harry was about a mile from 4 Privet Drive when the limousine turned back into a toy. He hid it
in a bush before taking off toward the Dursleys'. He arrived a few minutes later, sweaty and
out of breath. Dumbledore was waiting for him.


"Well dear boy, did you have an enjoyable time?" he asked, blue eyes twinkling.

"I sure did sir. Thank you so much! I'll never forget this night for as long as I
live," Harry assured him.


"Unfortunately, I must now lock you back inside that dreadful cupboard so your relatives have
no indication that you left."

Harry nodded, before noticing that one of his father's cufflinks had attached itself to his
t-shirt sleeve, but the other one was missing.

"I've lost one of my father's cufflinks," Harry said sadly.

"I wouldn't fret too much, my boy," Dumbledore said. "I've no doubts that
you'll see it sooner than you think. I must be off now. Good luck to you."

"Thank you," Harry said. "For everything."

Dumbledore smiled and locked the cupboard door.



4. Chapter 4
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**A/N:** And here we come to the (not incredibly) shocking conclusion to *Reverse
Cinderella*, the first story in my *Harry Tales* series. Thanks to everyone who's
followed it, and especially to liss xo 1221, Julie3291, Nimbus02, van_twitch and Anonymous (not
sure if it's the same anonymous, but it could be) for following and reviewing from the start.
You guys rock! I hope you'll read more *Harry Tales* too. The next installment is called
*Petrified Princess*, an HP version of *Sleeping Beauty*.

xo Allie

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When it came time for school on Monday, Hermione was determined to find James. *Saturday night
was the most amazing night of my life, and I'm sure as hell not going to let him get away that
easily. I am going to find him if it's the last thing I do*. She took the lion-shaped
cufflink out of her jewelry box (where she had been keeping it since Saturday night) and placed it
in the large locket her grandmother had given her on her birthday. She heard Winston, the
chauffeur, honking the horn from outside, so she grabbed a bottle of orange juice and headed out
the door.

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"Boy, it's time to wake up," Petunia said, knocking on the cupboard door.
"You need to make breakfast before you go to school."

Harry stretched as much as he possibly could in his tiny cupboard before changing his clothes.
He saw the tiny ruby eyes of his lion-shaped cufflink glinting at him from its hiding place in his
sock pile. Looking at it brought back memories from Saturday night.

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*"So," he asked, as other couples took to the floor, "why, out of all the
blokes in this room, did you pick me?"*

*"They're all so fake. They all want to use me to gain status. You don't seem to
care about that, and I've enjoyed the little time we've spent together. You're a breath
of fresh air."*

*"That's probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me," he said. She
noticed for the first time how startling his emerald eyes were.*

*"Really? Surely someone has said nice things to you before."*

*"Not really. I live with my aunt and uncle, and they don't seem to like me very
much," James said.*

*"That's terrible! How could they not like you? I think you're perfectly
lovely," she said sincerely.*

__________

*Without a moment's hesitation, James leaned down and captured her lips with his. It was
sweet at first, but he soon put a bit more ferocity behind it. Hermione returned his kiss with a
hunger she didn't know she had.*

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Harry snapped out of his reverie and went into the kitchen, where he set about cooking breakfast
for the Dursleys. After serving Dudley a heaping portion of eggs and bacon, Petunia asked, "So
Dudders, how was the party?

Dudley shoved a forkful of ketchup-covered eggs into his mouth and said, "It was great mum,
everyone was there. Hermione looked really great, too, but I didn't get to dance with
her."

"Why not?" Vernon yelled gruffly. "You'd think the most popular girl in
school would be all over a fine specimen of young man like yourself." Harry coughed to cover
up the snicker he couldn't help but emit.

"She kept hanging around with this weird guy all night. She only danced with him. And after
he left, she wouldn't dance with anyone else."

Harry's heart skipped a beat. *She only danced with me! Not like it really matters though.
She likes James. She'd never look twice at Harry.* The bus driver honked, and Dudley and
Harry left.

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"What am I going to do?" Hermione asked Ginny, Luna, Lavender and Parvati in the
ladies' before history. "I have to find him. I expected that night to be awful, and
instead it became the most amazing night of my life. He changed everything. He sees me for me, not
as some silly little trophy he can parade in front of his friends. Do you know how rare that is
around here?"

"He sounds pretty amazing," Lavender says. "More boys should be like that, and
less like...Dudley Dursley."

"Ugh, I can't believe he had the nerve to show up in spandex! I wanted to barf!"
Parvati added.

"You guys! Be nice!" Hermione said. "Although I will admit that a less clingy
fabric would have done wonders for him."

"Anyway, back to the problem at hand," Ginny interrupted. "What are we going to
do to find James?"

"You still have the invitation lists, don't you?" Luna asked. When Hermione
nodded, Luna added, "Well, why don't you go to each boy's house and see if they have
the matching cufflink?"

"That's brilliant Lu! Thank you!" Hermione cried, hugging the blonde tightly.

"I'm glad I was able to help," Luna smiled. "I really hope we find this guy.
We all saw how genuinely happy you were on Saturday night, and if he's the reason for that
goofy grin you've had on your face for the past couple of days, then I think we'd better
keep him around."

"And we can go ahead and mark Draco off the list, since he was with Ginny most of the
night," Lavender teased.

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Please tell me you're not--"

Ginny blushed. "No, not yet. At least not officially."

"Do you think that if you two get married and have kids that they'll have pink
hair?" Parvati asked, giggling hysterically.

"You guys are so not funny," Ginny said as the others joined in Parvati's
giggles.

The warning bell rang, and the girls rushed to history.

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"Alright," said Ms. McGonagall, "today we're starting a new project.
You'll each be divided into pairs, and each pair will be given a different topic. Mister Malfoy
and Miss Weasley will be doing Guy Fawkes. Miss Brown and Mister Finnigan, you have piracy in the
Caribbean. Mister Thomas, you and Parvati Patil have Queen Victoria. Mister Weasley and Miss
Lovegood...you two have Bloody Sunday. The wives of Henry VIII will be done by Miss Granger and
Mister Potter..."

As McGonagall continued to rattle off pairs, Harry felt very nervous. *I'll be working on
this project with Hermione. I'll get to be near her again, but it won't be like last time.
I'm not charming James, I'm just Harry. And she'll never notice Harry.*

Harry suddenly heard McGonagall's voice. "Mister Potter, did you hear me?"

"W-what?"

"You're supposed to be pairing up with your partner to discuss the project," she
said sternly.

Harry flushed. "Oh, er, right." He made his way over to Hermione, who was already
writing down ideas.

"Sorry about that," Harry mumbled as he sat down beside her. "I wasn't really
paying a lot of attention."

Hermione looked up at his voice and found herself staring into a pair of penetrating emerald
eyes. *So much like James's eyes...but he couldn't be James. Dudley said Harry wasn'
able to come to the party.* "Perfectly understandable," she said happily, smiling
warmly at him. "I've been a bit distracted today myself."

*Could she be thinking about me still? Just like I've been thinking about her? But
it's not really me she's thinking about...it's James. That night with her was the best
night of my life, but knowing she won't ever look at* me *almost makes me wish I
hadn't done it. But it was so amazing...*

"Harry?"

"Sorry," he said sheepishly.

Hermione laughed prettily, and he felt like he was melting. "I was asking if it would be
okay to work together at your house tonight, say, around five?"

"Um, I'm not so sure that's a good idea. My aunt and uncle probably wouldn't
like it," Harry replied, his voice nervous.

"Well, can you work at my house?"

"Probably. They'll be glad to get me out of the house a little longer. They don't
like me very much."

Hermione's thoughts flashed back to Saturday night. *The don't seem to like me very
much.* She shook the thought out of her head. James was not actually Harry Potter. He simply
couldn't be.

"Okay," she said. "How about I come pick you up at five?"

As the bell rang, Harry said, "That sounds good. But you don't know where I--"

But she was gone.

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Hermione had never been so thankful that she went to a small school. Luckily for her, there were
only a hundred guys who showed up to her party. She divided her male guest list into five parts,
and each of the five girls were responsible for checking the twenty names on her list. Dudley
Dursley was on Hermione's list, and although Hermione was positive he wasn't James, she
figured she'd ask anyway since she was going over there to pick up Harry.

After an hour and a half, nineteen names, and no luck, a disappointed Hermione had Winston take
her to the Dursleys'. When she knocked on the door, she was met by the angry, purple face of
Vernon Dursley.

"If you're selling something, we're not interested," he sneered.

"Oh, no sir. I'm Hermione Granger. I go to school with Harry and Dudley."

"I'm sorry Miss Granger, please come in," he said in his most impressive
voice.

"Thank you sir," she said apprehensively as she stepped inside.

Dudley was sitting on the couch watching a television program and eating cheese curls. He was
rather startled to see Hermione.

"Hermione! What are you doing here?" he asked, mouth surrounded by a thick orange
ring.

Hermione tried to suppress a giggle. "Did you happen to lose a cufflink at my
party?"

"A cufflink? No. In case you forgot, Batman doesn't need to wear cufflinks," he
said, flexing.

"Right." Turning to Vernon, she asked, "Is Harry here? We're working together
on something for school."

"He didn't say you could work here, did he?" Vernon asked menacingly.

"Oh no sir. We're working at my house," she assured him. Dudley looked
crestfallen.

"Alright then," Vernon said, walking over to a locked cupboard underneath the stairs.
Hermione was horrified when Vernon unlocked it and threw the door open, revealing Harry.

"Boy! Get out of here and work on this project thingy."

Hermione caught a glimpse of Harry's cupboard as he exited, and was shocked by how small it
was, as well as by how few belongings he seemed to have.

"Well, we'd better get going," Hermione said. "Lovely to meet you sir."
She grabbed Harry's wrist an pulled him out the door.

Once they were in the limousine and a block away from the Dursleys', Hermione turned to
Harry.

"Why do you put up with that?"

"Well it's better than getting knocked around for arguing."

Hermione gasped and suddenly noticed that the skin below his left eye was a bit yellowish.
"Did he do that to you?" she asked, gingerly running her fingers over the bruised
skin.

"Nah, Dudley gave me that one. It's not a big deal though. I'm pretty used to it by
now. Plus I'm faster than he is, so he can really only get me if he catches me
unawares."

"You should tell somebody. This isn't right," she said, tears forming in her
eyes.

"Hermione don't cry," he said, forgetting all pretenses and wiping a tear off her
cheek. "I'm not worth crying over. Besides, telling someone wouldn't help anything.
Nobody's going to care."

"I care!" she exclaimed, eyes aggressive. "And you are worth crying over!"
She opened the locket around her neck and removed something small from it.

"Why do you care?" he asked.

She gently placed the small object in his hand. "Because you gave me the most amazing night
of my life Saturday night." Harry looked at his palm to find his other cufflink.
"Besides, you're a person, and that's enough reason to care. Nobody deserves
this."

"How did you know it was me?" Harry asked, barely daring to look at her.

"Well the first thing that tipped me off was your eyes, but I shook it off because Dudley
said you stayed home. Then you made a comment about your aunt and uncle not liking you, which you
also did on Saturday, but I still shook it off. But I knew without a doubt it was you when you came
out of that cupboard, because I saw the other cufflink glinting in a pile of socks."

"It was my dad's," Harry said. "I was afraid I'd never see it again.
After Dudley finished, this is nearly all I have left of him."

"Why did you tell me your name was James?" she asked.

"I didn't want you to know it was me. I figured you'd ignore me if you knew who I
really was. Everyone else does. I just said my name was James because that was my father's
name, and I've heard we look a lot alike."

"Harry, I wouldn't have ignored you," she said, almost pleadingly. It broke his
heart to hear her speaking like that.

"I know that now Hermione, but I didn't before. I'm sorry for doubting you.
You're not like that at all. You're wonderful, and amazing, and I definitely did not
deserve that wonderful night we had Saturday. I don't even deserve to have you talk to
me."

"Oh Harry, you deserve all that and more! I'm the one who doesn't deserve you. I
refuse to stand up for myself and I just go along with everyone else. I'm weak."

"Hermione, you're hardly weak. You had the--" but Harry could continue no longer,
as his mouth had become obscured by Hermione's. After about half a minute, she pulled away.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me--"

"I'm not! It can come over you any time you want!"

Hermione laughed. "Well, I may just take you up on that," she said.

And she did.

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**Epilogue (Harry's POV)**

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Sometimes it's still hard for me to believe that I'm the lucky guy who gets to call
Hermione Granger his.

She's amazing, you know. Through her determination and her father's skill as a lawyer, I
got a real home for the first time in my life. It turns out that in my parents' will, I was
supposed to be placed with my godfather in case of their deaths. My godfather, Sirius Black, was my
father's best friend, and, as it turns out, Mr. Granger's college roommate. The two of them
are still good friends, and Sirius's house is really close to the Grangers', which made it
really easy to see Hermione (not that we wouldn't have found a way anyway, it was just more
convenient). Sirius has been great; he's the father I never had. Plus he knows loads about my
parents, and he doesn't care if I ask about them.

Shortly after graduation, we bought a flat and moved in together. Living together has been a lot
harder than we imagined it would be, but we always work everything out. We both started university
soon after moving in together. I'm studying to be a veterinarian, and she's studying
political science. She wants to go into politics, because she really wants to see human rights
reform. That girl's going to change the world someday.

I turn and look at her, and she's even more beautiful now than she was when we first kissed
five years ago. She looks at me and smiles.

I pull her into my arms, and, to the applause of everyone in the church, I kiss my bride.



