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Harry Potter and the Weight of the World by piper_weasley_24

Format: Novel
Chapters: 6
Word Count: 11,915
Status: Abandoned

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature

Genres: General
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, OC
Pairings: Ron/OC, Harry/Hermione, Draco/OC, Other Pairing

First Published: 04/17/2007
Last Chapter: 07/27/2007
Last Updated: 07/27/2007

Summary:



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In Harry's seventh year at Hogwarts, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Sophie Granger-Potter will now have to balance their life with school work and the battle against the most evil wizard, all while maintaining their friendship.


Sorry everyone, I am working on the next chapter, but you will need to wait a little bit longer. I have just been very busy lately.

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Chapter 1: Happy Birthday Harry and Sophie

            Harry stretched out on his bed and gazed at the ceiling of his bedroom of number 4 Privet Drive. He was thinking about what he was going to do this coming year. During his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry he told his friends he wasn't going to return to school for his seventh and final year. But something in his mind told him he should go. One reason he was thinking he should go was because of his recently discovered sister. He remembered when they had their first flying lesson, when she saved him from hitting the ground after falling off of his broomstick.




 




            He was at least 20 feet above the ground when he felt his hand close around the Remembrall. Then he remembered the broom coming out from under him, he was falling toward the ground. This is it, he thought I will splat on the ground like a pancake. He closed his eyes, and he saw what looked like someone mounting a broom, but he was seeing it through someone else's eyes. Whoever it was kicked off of the ground and was flying very fast from the ground. Then he saw what looked like himself, falling, the broom falling close by. He opened his eyes, he was being held a few inches from the ground, and he looked up to see Sophie holding onto his arm with one hand and his broom with the other. She was flat against her broom as she lowered Harry to the ground. Sophie jumped off of her broom and landed next to Harry. Then they heard hurried footsteps on the shone path behind the class of first years.




            "Harry Potter and Sophie Granger," it was McGonagall, "you two could have broken your necks."




            There were a few voices, including Ron's, trying to explain that it was Malfoy's fault they were up there.




            "That is enough. You two follow me."




            McGonagall walked away quickly without saying another word. Harry and Sophie had to run to keep up. They walked down the corridors of the castle, and came to an abrupt stop at Professor Flitwick's classroom. McGonagall pocked her head into the classroom.




            "Excuse me. May I borrow Wood for a moment?"




            A burly fifth-year boy came walking out of the class looking just as confused as Harry felt.




            "Wood, I have found you a Seeker and Chaser," McGonagall said happily, then turning to Harry and Sophie, "was that your first time on broomsticks?"




            Harry and Sophie both nodded.




 




            In his first year at his new school he met Ron Weasley, Hermione and Sophie Granger. But when being called forth to be sorted, Sophie was not called by the last name of Grange, but by the last name of Potter. His last name? he remembered thinking. This took everyone by surprise, including Sophie, she, like Harry, Ron and Hermione was sorted into Gryffindor. Harry noticed many similarities; the first one he noticed was that she had the same scar on her forehead, only she was very carful to keep it covered. And she too never knew her real parents, after her parents were killed around the same time Harry's were, she was then adopted by the Grangers. He also noticed that she was, like him, a Parselmouth. He found out after the Dueling Club in their second year, she and Harry were telling the snake that had come out of Malfoy's wand not to attack Justin Finch-Fletchley, Hermione and Ron gave them the same talk about how "it's not a very common gift", as Ron said, but Harry and Sophie begged to differ, seeing as both of them could. She also had the same birthday, July 31st 1980. And from what Harry remember after looking into the Mirror of Erised, he thought that Sophie looked a lot like his mother, Lily, they had the same dark red hair, if not darker; only Sophie had blue eyes, Harry's father's eyes. So Harry has always assumed there was some connection between Sophie and himself, but no one told him if he was correct, until the summer before sixth year, when Dumbledore was talking to him in a run-down stone outhouse at the Weasley's Burrow.




 




            "Sir," Harry asked before Dumbledore could leave the outhouse, "may I ask you why Sophie and I are so similar?"




            "Well, seeing as you just did," Dumbledore said looking down at Harry over his half moon spectacles, "that night Voldemort came to your house, when you were only a year old, was the same time that her parents died, your parents, we didn't see it necessary to tell you that she is your sister, but to be perfectly honest, we didn't realize she was still alive, and was your sister, until we went to send out letters for your first year, so we were still figuring everything out.




            "But after I found out she was living with the Grangers, I decided that you would ask when you were ready to hear it."




            And with that Dumbledore pushed open the door and stepped outside.




 




            Harry now understood why they were similar, he still wanted to know why he was forced to live with the Dursleys all these years when she got to live with the Grangers. He didn't see the point of asking Sophie when she didn't know anymore than he did about their parents. But all of this information sure did put a spin on everything that was written in the Daily Profit in his fourth year. Rita Skeeter spread the rumor that Harry and Sophie had a love relationship, and that he was jealous when she was with Victor Krum, when Harry knew that it was Ron who was jealous about the whole thing. Toward the end of that year though Ron and Sophie had some sort of relationship going, but in their fifth year, Ron kept thinking that she was flirting with Neville, and they both ended the relationship, reluctantly.




            However, the whole Victor and Sophie thing was pretty good for Hermione, that year Draco and Hermione had a thing going on, Harry didn't know much about that relationship except that they broke it off pretty quickly in the sixth year when Hermione realized he was working for Voldemort. He insisted that he wasn't, but there was no hiding the fact that is was tattooed on his left arm.




            One of the other reasons Harry was convincing himself to go back to school was because of Luna Lovegood. They kept in touch over the summer, and in almost every letter she had written to him, she said that she would much appreciate it if he came back to school, even if it was only for a little while. They were boyfriend and girlfriend, but he was very tempted to end the whole thing because he had someone else he wanted to be with. But he figured that he would tell her when they got to school.




            He now thought about Hermione Granger. He remembered, in his second year at Hogwarts, how heartbreaking it was to see her laying utterly still, her eyes open and glossy on a bed in the hospital wing. That was when he realized that he had feelings for her, but he pushed them aside when he had to go into the chamber of secrets. But he came to the realization that he really did like her, when she came running up to him in the great hall after she had been cured, that was one of those moments where he knew that he like her.




            He looked at the clock next to his bed, 11:59 PM. He will be seventeen in a minute. Suddenly there was two loud cracks and Ron, Hermione, and Sophie had appeared. Hermione and Ron could already apparate, and had to take Sophie along with one of them, and it was no surprise that she was hanging on to Ron. 12:00, the clock read.




            “Happy birthday Harry,” Ron said then looking at Sophie, “Harry birthday Sophie.”




            She stepped away and hugged Harry, wishing him a happy birthday. He sat up and then Hermione walked up and gave him a hug, and Ron clapped him on the back. Sophie had pulled out a small box from her pocket and handed it to Harry. He took it and opened it, there was nothing inside.




            Then seeing the strange, bewildered look on Harry face, Sophie explained, “It is a fairy box, you can put anything in it and it will go back to that size.”




            Hermione pulled out a larger package from in her bag, and gave it to Harry. He unwrapped it; he was now looking at a red leather bound book, on the cover it read, Defending Yourself from the Dark. Ron pulled out a battered old package and handed it to Harry; he opened it to find himself holding what looked like a small book, but the whole book was blank.




            “It is a book that will fill itself with what ever story you want to read,” Ron explained to him.




            “But how did you get this?” Harry asked.




            “Don’t worry about it.”




            “Thanks guys,” Harry said, “I’m glad you’re here.”




            Then without thinking of what he was doing he walked to Hermione and pulled her close. He leaned toward her, and they looked into each other’s eyes. His lips met hers in a passionate kiss. The pulled apart and Hermione and smiled. But her smile quickly turned into a stern face.




            “Harry, you have a girlfriend,” Hermione stated.




            “Listen, I know I do, but I would rather be with you, than Luna.”




            Ran and Sophie were now sitting on Harry’s bed.




            “Harry, we can’t,” Hermione said, “Luna really, really likes you. You can’t do this to her.”




            Harry turned to Ron and Sophie, “Do you guys mind?”




            Sophie linked her arm with Ron’s and Ron apparated. Harry didn’t know where they went to, and didn’t really care.




            “Hermione, I have loved you ever since I met you, I didn’t realize it until our second year at Hogwarts, but I realized now that I can’t go on with life not loving you.”




            “Harry, as much as that flatters me, I can’t be the one that you go around with while you are with Luna.”




            “I’m going to break up with her, but I’m not going to do that through a letter sent by owl, I’m going to do it to her face.”




            “Do what to whose face?” Luna had appeared in Harry’s doorway.

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