Title: Harry Potter and the Girl Who Lived
By: S'Eleene Paris <torres_01@yahoo.com>
Disclaimer: if you don't know by now, it is in chapter one.
Author's notes....
Hey look! There is nothing to talk about!!!!
Except the fact this one is shorter than the past few and this chapter allows the characters to have a bit of time building relationships with one another. More like a PWP (for those who are clueless: PWP = Plot? What Plot?) For the moment. Don't worry. It gets back on track.
Oh well, I guess that it okay.
You keep reading and responding...I keep writing and posting...sound fair?
I think so...carry on
God Bless,
S'Eleene Paris
Oh, here is a really good song to listen to when reading this chapter:
* Beethoven's "Moonlight"- Sonata number 14 in c - sharp minor.
I have to make you all cultured somehow.
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Chapter Six
The Dance Team
"And watch the staircases," Ronald Weasley mentioned to the students who just joined the Gryffindor house, "they like to change direction." This was the second time Ron had explained this that year for new comers and he seemed to be enjoying himself. All the Gryffindor students climbed the staircases to the dormitories.
When they reached the portrait of the fat lady in a pink dress, the painting spoke. "Password."
"Quidditch cup." Ron recited and the door opened to reveal the Gryffindor Common room. The Gryffindor Common room filled with its students. All the former members of Sifto-Salt house, along with the Gryffindor, gathered around the fireplace. This included the Head Boy and Head Girl: Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.
Ronald Weasley and Heather Potter took command of the group with ease as they stood in front of the fireplace to address the entire house. Ron was the first to speak. "For those who just joined us from Chicago, I'd like to welcome you to the Gryffindor tower. The boys' dormitories are located upstairs to my left; the girls, the same on my right. You will notice, if you brought things, they have already been brought up and ready for you."
Heather, then, turned to the members of Gryffindor's house. "We, the hundred or so of us from Sifto-Salt would like to thank you as we say in your dormitory for the rest of the year. I'd also like to pass on some good news to all of you. I spoke to Professor Dumbledore and Professor Gaddis and neither one of the schools are going to have classes for the next week to allow all of us to get situated and get to know our new fellow students. Not to mention, it will give us some time to allow the rest of our luggage to arrive. I know my things have not arrived, yet, but that will change I am sure about that. Not to mention the professors have to make room and prepare schedules for the four hundred or so more students and the approximate 20 more teachers in which survived the attack. Good night to you all." but as the group began to disburse, Heather called the ladies back to join her. "Umm...ladies, I need to see you for a moment." She paused as several girls sat themselves back down on the various forms of reclining around the room to listen to what the Prefect had to say. Hermione waved at
Harry as he disappeared behind the tapestry, telling him she would join him in a matter of a few moments, in their personal common room.
Once the Gryffindor gentleman left, Heather smiled at the ladies. "After I talked to Professors Dumbledore and Gaddis, I chatted with Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor house, and Professor Shift, the head of Sifto-Salt House. We discussed and planned some events, compared and contrasted schedules, and jotted down meeting times. Sifto-Salt members, I am pleased to announce that Thong Thursdays are still in effect and will continue this next coming Thursday. The Gryffindor girls are encouraged to join."
"Alright!"
"Rock on!" and other approval cries emitted from all around the room from her fellow dorm mates. Most the Gryffindor girls all seemed to simultaneously blush, specifically the head girl.
Heather, sensing this, made it crystal clear what thong Thursday was all about and it made the Gryffindor girls giggle and blush more. "On Thursday, traditionally every week, all the female members of Sifto-Salt wear thongs in honor of our house founder, a Scarlet Sifto-Salt who of which started this tradition." She smiled then continued on another topic. "There are going to be try-outs for the house Dance team, and yes, former Sifto-Salt members have to be there. Any questions? No? Good. One more thing, before I dismiss, we need to practice our routine all day tom marrow because Professor
Gaddis wants all the Chicago teams to perform at dinner. I want to make a good impression on the Gryffindor house girls who want to try out. Now!" she clapped her hands together to get their slipping attention. "Everyone off to bed because practice is after breakfast at 7:30 am sharp!"
After some moaning and groaning from the team members, everyone trotted out of the room to bed. Heather glanced about the room and let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding. Somehow, for some reason, she felt as if she belonged here. She felt complete being here at this school even though she had never placed her big toe in it before. Ron peeked his head out of another portrait hole and showed her into the prefect dorms. She found her room, and opened the door.
She shrugged off the thoughts she was having before as she closed the door and headed off to bed with high hopes tomorrow Hector and Rachel would join her tomorrow. She changed into a light white nightgown, provided by the school. She climbed into bed, but did not fall asleep as she fell into the soft masses of her pillow and blankets of her four-poster bed.
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"Help me, Harry!" a girl's high-pitched scream filled his ears.
Harry James Potter witnessed Hermione Granger and Heather Potter dangling from the ceiling once more as they were being lowered into the lava filled pits once more.
Voldermort laughed manically as Harry began to pull out the Sword of Godric Gryffindor out from the sheath from his belt. As he did, Voldermort used a spell to pin him against the wall. "Now, you will watch as I kill them both, then I'm going to use the Imperious Curse upon you and then I will make you kill the rest of your friends." He grinned evilly and told him the rest of his plans. "Especially, that annoying Ron Weasley. After you kill all of them, you will be throne in to Azkaban and you will have to live the rest of you life knowing you killed them all. Then no one will be able to stop me!"
Voldermort came closer to him and gripped him by the neck of his shirt collar. As Harry thought he was about to take his last breath on his own accord, he awoke, safe from his nightmare in his bed. Harry jolted awake with beads of sweat on his brow and he was blanketed with it. His nightmare lately had decided to visit him more frequently since the Chicago Institute's arrival. "How do they, or at least Heather
Potter, fit in with all this? It just does not make sense." Harry thought to himself about the situation. Sure they shared the same sir name and they both looked like his parents, but that did not mean they were related to each other did it? Besides if he did have a sister, Dumbledore would have kept them together, right? Or at least told him about her wouldn't he?
Something tugged at his thoughts. "But what else had he been keeping from him. There was a lot you do not know about yourself, let alone your parents, when you got here, and most of which you had to find out on your own. Why would Dumbledore keep something this big away from him?"
Harry threw off his blankets and sheets onto the floor. He definitely could not sleep with the image of the most evil wizard ever known and questions in which he did not have answers to. He stood up and walked into the head's dorm common room. He walked through the common room and in front of Hermione's room, and then he stopped. Harry checked to see if she locked her door. She didn't and he had expected as much. He and Hermione made a pact to keep their bedroom doors unlocked during the night lately because of the nightmares and Dumbledore had lifted the warning curse on their dorms since after many of nights of entering the rooms, the headmaster and Professor
McGonagall grew tired of their sleep being interrupted by the constant signaling of the alarm by one or the other waking the other from their dreams. That and nothing more became of the meetings, so the two felt as if they trusted the two of them and lifted the curse.
Once Harry opened the door, he tiptoed inside to see Hermione sleep peacefully in her bed. Madame` Pomfrey gave her a potion earlier in the day for a good night's sleep and from the looks of it, Harry thought, the potion worked. Hermione laid on her side, in a deep sleep, with Crookshanks, her cat, purring contently on the legs of his owner. Harry watched the two sleep peacefully with them not even knowing he was standing there next to the bed.
Harry moved a stray hair from her face, and then slowly leaned down to kiss her forehead, softly. He quietly exited the room and once he was on the outside of her door, again, he leaned against it to let out a sigh. "Why do I have these growing feelings for her?" he asked himself for the thousandth time. "She's my best friend! I should not have these feelings for her." Harry smacked his head against it, as he tilted his head backward. He leaned heavily on the doorframe of his love's bedroom. He felt torn between the aching of his heart and the logic of his head. "She would never want to be with you. All she thinks of you is a friend and nothing more." his head tried to reason with the erratic desires from his soul.
The conflict was interrupted by some music being played in the Gryffindor common room. He opened the door from the Head boy and girl dormitories, which was adjunct to the Gryffindor common room via a tapestry. When Harry looked out into the common room, he witnessed a sight he did not intend to see. Harry Potter watched as Heather Potter played something on a piano, one of which he did not noticed there before. She seemed to be playing a song he was to guess to be classical. She was so involved in performing the piece to an invisible audience, she did not realize he was listening to her until she finished playing. Heather shut the piano key cover and stood up. "Don't stop." a voice called from behind her.
She turned around; shocked anyone was up this late listening to her play. She saw Harry Potter standing behind her. "Hello, I didn't hear you come in."
"What song was that? It was beautiful. Was it a classical piece?" Harry was full of questions about the piece and what she was doing up this late at night.
She collected the sheet music and smiled at his lack of a music background. "Actually, it is from the Romantic Period. It was Ludwig Van Beethoven's Sonata Number 14 in G# minor. It's also known as "Moonlight"." She blushed as she rambled off the answer.
He moved over to the couches and sat down on one. "What are you doing up so late?"
"I couldn't sleep." she joined him on the armchair closest to him.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm worried about my two best friends. You see I was at work when the school was attacked and I have not seen them since. I know I should get some sleep since I have to wake up early to practice with the dance team, but I can't seem to fall asleep." Heather sighed in frustration.
"I can understand how you feel. If I were in the same situation, I would probably be worried sick about Ron and Hermione."
"Ron's that red headed prefect."
"Yes."
"And Hermione...is she that cutie with light brown hair?"
"The head girl?"
"Yeah, that one."
"Is she your girlfriend?" Heather asked bluntly and it seemed to catch him off guard. "Because I can sense something going on between the two of you."
"Hermione is not my girlfriend." Harry informed her. "Unfortunately." He added under his breath.
"Too bad...your children would have been beautiful." Heather's gaze fell downward as she began to pick at her cuticles of her nails.
"The two of you would have made a cute couple to say the least."
"What about you?" Harry asked taking the spotlight off him for a moment. "Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Yeah, one of those best friends I'm worried about is my boyfriend. His name is Hector Grey. We became a couple over the summer." Heather looked back up to see Harry's face. "I just hope that Hector and Rachel are alright."
"Don't worry, I'm sure they are just fine." Harry tried to reassure her. "I'm sure they were held back due to the airports could not have had an open flight until a day or two later."
"How do you know about airports and airplanes? You're a pure-blood wizard aren't you?"
"My dad was a wizard. My mum was a muggleborn witch. That makes me half and half. You see, my parents died when I was a year old and I have lived with my aunt, uncle, and cousin since then."
"That is ironic." Heather piped up once she heard this. It was as if she was putting two pieces of a puzzle together.
"What is?"
"My parents died the day I was born. I've been living with adoptive parents ever since. That was sixteen years ago."
"But you are a fifth year. You should only be fifteen."
"State law in Illinois requires one to be five before September 1st in order to go to Kindergarten. Since my birthday is October 31st, I was held back a year."
"That is stupid."
"It's the law."
"Wait a minute. You said your parents died on your birthday, right?
Sixteen years ago."
"That is right. I was only a couple hours old when they died."
"My parents died the same day." Harry seemed to be putting the same puzzle together.
"Could it be possible we could be brother and sister?"
"It's possible, but I'm sure if I had a sister, Dumbledore would have told me by now."
"Are you sure about that? Just look at all the facts, Harry."
"I'm positive."
Heather's eyes fell downward to the floor again; Harry could see the loss of hope in their depths. "Harry, after I was adopted and I grew up a little, my parents told me I was adopted and that I had a brother out there somewhere that they wanted to adopt but could not for some reason. I do not know where he is, or if he is still alive, but one thing is for certain. I am going to find him, where ever he is."
Suddenly, a few girls came down the stairway and Harry recognized them to be formerly from Sifto-Salt. "What time is it, Harry?" She looked at his watch when he offered it to her. "I need to go and get dressed for practice. I'll see you later, Harry." She stood up and raced toward the prefect dormitories.
*****
The castle had been abandoned for quite a few years and no one in the right mind would meet or stay in the haunted castle for anything. The muggles never trampled the saccade soil of the grounds for anything and neither did very few wizards. A caped-man stood in the great hall and waited on news from his spy. When the spy arrived, the caped-man called him over to his side. "Wormtail, over here!"
"Yes, my lord."
"What news do you have for me, Wormtail?" he seemed to grow impatient with he trembling man. "Is the girl dead?"
Wormtail trembled as he continued to stay silent. Peter Petigrew chose his words wisely because he did not want to upset his dark lord with his answer. "The buildings were completely destroyed and very few of them survived."
"But did she die?" Voldermort seemed to want only that basic information from his servant. "You did kill her yourself, didn't you? You did watch her die?"
Wormtail gulped. "Yes, my lord."
"Good, now we can move on to the second part of my plan."
"And what is that, my lord."
"To finally kill what stands between me and greatness!"
"Harry Potter?"
"Yes, Wormtail, very good." Voldermort went to the window and peered out onto the grassy knoll. He watched as the storm picked up outside and an evil grin spread across his face. "He's been a stopper in my reign for the past sixteen years and now, that will all end. I want him dead! And I want him dead before he the end of the year before he graduates from Hogwarts."
"How are you going to do it, my lord? May I guess, master?"
"Wormtail, what could you possibly know about making plans like this?" Voldermort sighed and gave in. "Go ahead."
"There is an old muggle saying: United they stand, Parted they fall. You should separate and kill Potter's friends and make watch as you kill them."
The scenario played in Voldermort's head, and then grinned evilly. "Wormtail, this is the thanks I get for breaking you out of Azkaban?" Voldermort turned back toward the falling rain. "No wonder you are only a servant and not a full blown Death eater."
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