Potter\'s Sister

And I\'m back with the second chappie of this fic! If you want disclaimers: look in the first chapter! I already did one so there! *childishly sticks out tongue* Anyways........ In this chapter, we find out what house Natalie will be in! (As if we don\'t already know) And we\'ll fin find out exactly how freaked Harry is in finding out he has a sister! One of the pairs will also be shown here! So enjoy! ^_~
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*Hmm... Another Potter is it? Well, I certainly must say it\'s a tim time. Now where to put you? You have an excellant mind, courage, yet... you posses a few unusual powers, not to mention a full head of cunning......*
I want to be in Gryffindor. I state in my mind. Somehow, I know it can hear me.
*Gryffindor, eh? You\'d do fine there, but what about Ravenclaw? Or purhaps Slytherin? Your brother would have done fine there as well, you know, but he posses less than you do for that house. What do you say?*
I\'m thoroughly stubborn, as can can read my mind, I would expect you to know that. I want to be in Gryffindor! I\'ll do just fine in the house of my choice, but what would Slytherin do to further me? Wouldn\'t it be the same as if I were in Gryffindor?
*Ah young one, that\'s where you\'re wrong. Slytherin is famous for having pupils of pure blood and cunning. Unfortunately, it also has a strange habit of throwing out bad eggs into the wizarding world.*
Voldemort was a Slytherin, was he not? He killed my parents. I have no wish to be in the house of my most hated enemy. My mind stands firm on where I wish to go.
*If you\'re sure.....*
I\'m possitive.
The hat calls out Gryffindor for all the hall to hear and the table holding Harry and, hopefully, my new friends. I walk down and sit in between Harry and Ron as they both give me a pat on the back. I feel a bit short between them, but then again, I\'m short compaired to most 5th years. Hermione and Giny both flash me smiles as Harry begins introducing me to everyone. I just smile, wave, and try to remember everyone\'s name. I look around the rest of the hall and my eyend ond on what I guess is the Slytherin table and notice some of the guys staring at me. I just sigh. I\'m used to that reaction by now. A lot of guys automatically think \'she\'s hott!\' when I walk into the room.
All but onek awk away as they notice me looking back. He has bleach blonde hair, the exact oposite of mine, and a lithe form from what I can see with the robes he has on.
\"Don\'t pay attention to Malfoy. He\'s just a pain in the ass,\" Harry says softly as he notices where my gaze is leading. \"He\'s been nothing but trouble for us since we started here. He\'ll do anything to get on my good side so he can deliver me himself to Voldie.\"
\"Malfoy....\" I reply softly. Of course I\'ve heard the name, but nothing upsetting. According to Dumbledore, Draco has no wish to carry in his father\'s footsteps, and he even spies on his father for him. But, if Harry doesn\'t know, there must be a good reason, so I don\'t tell him. I just nod and look towards my new friends. Maybe I\'ll get a chance to talk to Draco later.
I start eating and listen in on the conversations. Ron\'s talking with his mouth full with Hermione scolding him for it. Harry\'s listening to what he\'s saying though it\'s dubious to whethe not not he\'s actually able to understand what being said. I think it\'s something about Quiditch, but I\'m not sure.
I soon lose interest in what\'s going on, so I start thinking. If I was living with a member of Dumbledore\'s family until now, where was Harry? And why were we separated in the first place? Was it because of my \'special power\' as everyone calls it? Wouldn\'t Harry have it, too? I can understand why Dumbledore sent him to live with our Aunt and Uncle, but why wasn\'t I sent as well? I\'ll have to ask Albus sometime.
Dinner is finished and I follow the others up the stairs and into the common room. I go to grab a book from my trunk and curl up in an armchair by the fire. I\'ve been reading this book for a little while during my free time. Most of my books are from the muggle world and are fairy tales. I turn a page in Scottish Fairy Tales and ignore the eyes I feel on me. I can tell Harry wants to ask me questions, but is trying to keep from cornering me.
\"If you have questioHarrHarry, you should ask them before you go insane,\" I call to him from my chair while never taking my eyes from my page. \"It\'s not good to let it keep eating away at you.\"
I glance over at them to see their shocked expressions. Harry walks over and sits on the foot stool by the chair, and I mark my page then close it. He looks like he\'s contemplating what to ask first so I just sit and wait.
\"Did you know you were my sister?\" He finally asks.
\"I did,\" I answer. \"I didn\'t tyou you on the train because Albus wanted to tell you.\"
He thinks about that for a second before continuing, \"Why were we raised separately?\"
Damn it. I was hoping he would know. \"I have no idea. We\'ll have to ask him sometime.\"
He nods. \"Who did you go to after our parents died?\"
\"I think she\'s a niece of Albus. I\'m not entirely sure, but I know she\'s related to him somehow. What was it like with our remaining relitives? I\'ve always wonder what our mom\'s sister is like.\"
He shakes his head before growling, \"Be thankful you never had to put up with those people. They\'re the most idiotic people I\'ve ever met. Mideival (sp?) when it comes to magic. For the majority of my life, I was locked in a curd. rd. Then, when I got my letter, they gave me Dudley\'s second bedroom, but after first year, they had locks on the door and bars on my window. Bastards.\"
I feel my anger rising greatly. A glass on the table shatters, and Hermione shrieks. Fuck. I need to remember to keep that in control. I\'m not sure they\'re supposed to know yet. If I keep this up, it won\'t be long until they figure it out though. Hermione\'s already looking at me strangely. If anyone figures out, it\'ll be her. I\'ve barely known her for more than 5 hours and already know she\'s really smart. According to Harry, if I have any trouble with my schoolwork to go to her. I think she\'s top of her class. I don\'t think I\'ll have any trouble though.
\"What the hell was that?!\" Ron exclaimed as Hermione repaired the glass.
Harry glanced quickly at me before replying, \"Sorry guys. Thinking about my family just really pisses me off. It\'s been a while since something like that\'s happened though.\"
So, Harry DOES know.... Hm. I guess Albus sees it fit for Harry to know. Apearantly, the other two don\'t know, so I\'m not going to do anything to disillusion them. Does Harry really blow things up like that when he gets really mad? Maybe he does have a little bit of the abiliy. Or maybe it\'s just wandless magic that he can\'t control when he\'s upset. The latter seems more likely.
Harry stands up and goes to his dorm for a minute. He comes back down holding a cloak and swings it over his shoulder before dissapearing.
\"I\'m gonna go for a walk guys,\" comes his voice from somewhere beside me.
\"Where ya goin\'?\" Ron asks teasingly. \"To see the boyfriend you won\'t tell us about?\"
\"Exactly,\" he replies smartly. \"And there\'s a reason to why I won\'t tell you. You\'d freak.\"
\"You\'ve been going out with him for at least a year, don\'t ya think you could tell us at some point? I mean, we\'ve been waiting tot hit him forever. It\'s not like we have a problem with you being gay or anything.\"
I can feel him looking at me so I say what I know he\'s thinking, \"I don\'t care either, Harry. This just means we can go guy hunting together!\" I add with a laugh, and the rest of the group bursts out laughing with me. \"You\'d better introduce me though. I don\'t plan on going the year looking at every guy wondering which one you\'re with, alright?\"
\"Deal. I\'ll introduce yomoromorrow, but right now, I gotta go. I\'m late as it is.\"
The portrait opens then closes and I go back to my book.
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I knock on the door and hear a soft voice say \'enter.\' I walk in and give him a hug and a kiss that soon escelates to a full-blown make-out session. When we finally pull apart for air, I lay my head on his shoulder and just sit there for a le whe while so he can finish getting his scedule for this year done.
\"You procrastinate far too much,\" I whisper in his ear as he finishes.
He shudders before replying, \"If you had as much to do for the Order as I did over the summer, you\'d be finishing your schedule about now as well. So don\'t whine to be about procrastinating, you insufferable brat.\"
I decide to play along and say, \"Well, I may be an insufferable brat, but at least I\'m not a big, greasy old bat who picks on first years.\"
A smile creeps up on Severus\' face as he retorts, \"I pick on people in every year. Not just first years. I do get more of a reaction from them though. They make it more fun. And you know very well that my hair is not greasy.\"
\"You\'re a sadistic bastard, you know that, right?\" I say with a smile of my own.
\"Yes I do,\" He answers as he picks me up and carries me to his bed and tosses me down. \"We can only snuggle tonight, Harry. We both have a lot to do tomorrow and I don\'t want you to have to come up with an explanation as to why you\'re limping all day.\"
I giggle, but whine, \"But... Sev!\"
\"No \'buts\' tonight Harry.\"
\"Not even yours?\"
He laughs and says, \"No, sorry, but tonight is just a snuggle night. We\'ll get to fucking each other senseless again this weekend.\"
I sigh in defeat before admitting, \"I guess you\'re right. Walking all day tomorrow would suck, and sitting at the desks would be even more hell. Oh! And before I forget, Natalie wants to meet you.\"
\"Why would our new student wish to meet me of all people?\" He asks. I guess he hasn\'t quite coaght on to the fact that our last names being the same isn\'t a coincidence.
\"Didn\'t Dumbledore tell you? She\'s my sister. Appearantly, my parents had another kid before they died, and while I was being raised by the Durselys, she was raised by a relative of Albus. I plan on asking him why we were separated. And according to him, she has telepathic powers. I was telling her about living with the Durselys and she must\'ve been pissed because a glass on the table shattered into tiny shards.\"
\"Hm. First of all, s als almost never tells me anything directly. Two, I didn\'t follow what your parents did before Voldemort\'s first downfall. Three, if he hasn\'t explained to you why you were separated yet, he probably never will unless you can beg it out of him. Though my bets lay with her being telepathic. She would need to grow up surrounded by magic in order to be able to control it. You on the other hand, needed to be around relatives to prevent Death Eaters from getting to you. Does it make more sense that way?\" He says while pulling me closer to him.
I just suggle deeper into him and say, \"Yeah....\" before starting to drift off to sleep.
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Yeah, it\'s partly a Harry/Snape fic, but they\'re good together!! And if you have a problem with that, then don\'t read any further cuz when the weekend comes, they\'ll be having hot, sweaty, kinky sex. I\'ll warn you when it comes, though. Who shall Nat be paired with? We\'ll find out eventually! It might take me a little while to make the third chappie, so be patient with me please! I need t find a way for Nat to be able to meet the guy I have planned. Anyway, later days! Review please!
~Ducky~