Author's Note:Hi all! OK, needless to say, my story like Father, like
Daughter; The sequal, is on hold. No one is reveiwing anyway, so I might
just delete it. What's the point? I really wanted to write a romance,
soooooooo....here it is! I hope it's not chiche. There are so many ideas
and stories out there, I just don't know. Anyway, here is my attempt at a
romance. I prefer writing comadies, but I just had to try this!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, only the character Jenn. They all belong to JKR!
Chapter 1: Memories
Harry Potter sat in the commen room. 6th year was over. He still ached from Sirius's death, from everything. Hermione tapped his shoulder.
"Harry, have you packed yet? We'll be leaving tomorrow, you know," She said quietly. That year had been depressing. Harry hadn't eaten much or smiled as much. He was better, that was for sure. His first month back had been very difficult.
"No," Harry mumbled.
"Oh, OK..." This is ackward, Hermione thought.
Ron watched Harry from a near by chair and shook his head. All Harry's depression had finally gotten to him.
Hermione tried to think of something else to say. "Well, we have N.E.W.T.S next year," she said and rolled her eyes at her comment.
Harry chuckled. "Thanks, Hermione. I feel better," He said sarcasticly.
"Glad to help," Hermione smiled. "Would you like me to help you pack?"
"No, I'll do it," Harry said and got up to leave. Hermione followed him up the stairs to protest.
Ron thought Harry needed some time alone. "Hey, maybe-" He began. Harry and Hermione both turned. Unfortunatly, when Harry turned, he lost his blalance on the stair and fell backwards on Hermione, their heads clashing roughly together making a cracking sound as they got tangled up and hit the bottem stair hard.
Hermione screamed as images ran through her mind. She saw a little boy being yelled at by a fat man and thrown into a cupboard. She saw him sitting alone, being teased, beaten, and then, an older version of him that she saw as Harry working hard outside and all these horrible images. Then she saw him on a train to Hogwarts, and herself and Ron. All this images flooded her mind. She saw qirrel and harry fighting him. She saw him staring frightened at her. She saw him playing quiditch and fighting the basalisk. Every memery he had went through her mind. Cedric, and Sirius dying. All these memeries, mostly bad, being played at pictures through her mind.
Harry saw a little bushy- haired girl being teased by a group of prettier girls. He saw her parents trying to make her feel etter as she wailed, he saw and older version of this girl being picked on more and then he saw the girl older and saw her as hermione. She got a letter she showed to her parents who gasped and saw her meeting Ron and him and saw her in a summer hitting a group of boys with her books. He saw things he remembered being there with her and things he never knew. All her memeries were being played through his mind.
Hermione winced when she awoke. there was too much sun. She opened her eyes. Everything was blurry. She remembered falling down the stairs...
"I'm blind!" She wispered hoarsley. "And...and I sound like a boy!" she was horribly frightened.
"Harry? Your awake!" She heard Ron's voice. At least Harry is alright, she thought. "Here are your glasses." She felt something being put on her face and she could see! It was Harry's glasses. Ron stood over her, sighing. "You cracked your scull open," Ron said.
"I-I did?" Hermione asked. Her head hurt horribly.
"Yup, Hermione still hasn't woken up," he said, looking over his shoulder.
"H-Hermione?" Hermione asked, confused.
"Oh no, you DO remember Hermione, right? Do you know who I am? how many siblings do I have? What is my last name?" Ron asked fearfully.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Stuff it, Ron."
Ron looked taken aback. "You sound like Hermione."
"I am Hermione!" Hermione snapped.
"Wha? Harry, your not Hermione. Don't you remember? Look, Hermione is right there!" He pointed behind him. Hermione strained to get up. She did feel strange. There was a lump in her abdomen and her 'upper area' felt strange. She felt heavier in fact, stronger. She looked to where Ron was pointing and screamed. She saw herself. There was a bandage around her head and a few bruises. Hermione elt her hair. It was short. She looked at her hands. They were big and look identical to Harry's. Harry's? Hermione screamed again, remembering all the horrible ppictures she saw in her mind. She remembered all of them. They were awful, like a nightmare. Harry's memeries. She wasn't sure whether to cry or scream again. Harry's memeris were like little peices of nightmare. Poor Harry.
"Harry, what's wrong? You look like you just saw a ghost!" Ron said.
"No, Ron. I saw no ghost. Just myself."
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OK, there was the very short first chapter. The other chapters will be longer, sorry about that. please reveiw! I'm leaving for three days, so I will update when i come back.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, only the character Jenn. They all belong to JKR!
Chapter 1: Memories
Harry Potter sat in the commen room. 6th year was over. He still ached from Sirius's death, from everything. Hermione tapped his shoulder.
"Harry, have you packed yet? We'll be leaving tomorrow, you know," She said quietly. That year had been depressing. Harry hadn't eaten much or smiled as much. He was better, that was for sure. His first month back had been very difficult.
"No," Harry mumbled.
"Oh, OK..." This is ackward, Hermione thought.
Ron watched Harry from a near by chair and shook his head. All Harry's depression had finally gotten to him.
Hermione tried to think of something else to say. "Well, we have N.E.W.T.S next year," she said and rolled her eyes at her comment.
Harry chuckled. "Thanks, Hermione. I feel better," He said sarcasticly.
"Glad to help," Hermione smiled. "Would you like me to help you pack?"
"No, I'll do it," Harry said and got up to leave. Hermione followed him up the stairs to protest.
Ron thought Harry needed some time alone. "Hey, maybe-" He began. Harry and Hermione both turned. Unfortunatly, when Harry turned, he lost his blalance on the stair and fell backwards on Hermione, their heads clashing roughly together making a cracking sound as they got tangled up and hit the bottem stair hard.
Hermione screamed as images ran through her mind. She saw a little boy being yelled at by a fat man and thrown into a cupboard. She saw him sitting alone, being teased, beaten, and then, an older version of him that she saw as Harry working hard outside and all these horrible images. Then she saw him on a train to Hogwarts, and herself and Ron. All this images flooded her mind. She saw qirrel and harry fighting him. She saw him staring frightened at her. She saw him playing quiditch and fighting the basalisk. Every memery he had went through her mind. Cedric, and Sirius dying. All these memeries, mostly bad, being played at pictures through her mind.
Harry saw a little bushy- haired girl being teased by a group of prettier girls. He saw her parents trying to make her feel etter as she wailed, he saw and older version of this girl being picked on more and then he saw the girl older and saw her as hermione. She got a letter she showed to her parents who gasped and saw her meeting Ron and him and saw her in a summer hitting a group of boys with her books. He saw things he remembered being there with her and things he never knew. All her memeries were being played through his mind.
Hermione winced when she awoke. there was too much sun. She opened her eyes. Everything was blurry. She remembered falling down the stairs...
"I'm blind!" She wispered hoarsley. "And...and I sound like a boy!" she was horribly frightened.
"Harry? Your awake!" She heard Ron's voice. At least Harry is alright, she thought. "Here are your glasses." She felt something being put on her face and she could see! It was Harry's glasses. Ron stood over her, sighing. "You cracked your scull open," Ron said.
"I-I did?" Hermione asked. Her head hurt horribly.
"Yup, Hermione still hasn't woken up," he said, looking over his shoulder.
"H-Hermione?" Hermione asked, confused.
"Oh no, you DO remember Hermione, right? Do you know who I am? how many siblings do I have? What is my last name?" Ron asked fearfully.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Stuff it, Ron."
Ron looked taken aback. "You sound like Hermione."
"I am Hermione!" Hermione snapped.
"Wha? Harry, your not Hermione. Don't you remember? Look, Hermione is right there!" He pointed behind him. Hermione strained to get up. She did feel strange. There was a lump in her abdomen and her 'upper area' felt strange. She felt heavier in fact, stronger. She looked to where Ron was pointing and screamed. She saw herself. There was a bandage around her head and a few bruises. Hermione elt her hair. It was short. She looked at her hands. They were big and look identical to Harry's. Harry's? Hermione screamed again, remembering all the horrible ppictures she saw in her mind. She remembered all of them. They were awful, like a nightmare. Harry's memeries. She wasn't sure whether to cry or scream again. Harry's memeris were like little peices of nightmare. Poor Harry.
"Harry, what's wrong? You look like you just saw a ghost!" Ron said.
"No, Ron. I saw no ghost. Just myself."
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OK, there was the very short first chapter. The other chapters will be longer, sorry about that. please reveiw! I'm leaving for three days, so I will update when i come back.