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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


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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
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            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.

Chapter 2: Just ask her
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            “Luna, how did you get here?” Harry asked, “You didn’t-”

            “No, I didn’t apparate,” she told him, “I flew.”

            “Oh,” Harry said in response.

            “Harry I’ll see you later,” Hermione told him, “I’ll come back in an hour to take you to the Burrow.”

            Hermione turned on her heal and with a small pop, she was gone. Luna walked into Harry’s room, and threw her arms around Harry.

            “Happy birthday Harry,” she kissed him, and then Harry pulled away, “what’s wrong?”

            “Er-” Harry started; he didn’t want to do this on his birthday, but he had no choice, “Luna, sit down.”

            Harry and Luna sat down on his bed. She looked at him with slight bewilderment.

            “Luna, I don’t really know how to say this, but I think we should break up,” at this, tears developed in her eyes, “but I really enjoy having you as my friend, can we still be friends?”

            Tears were now flooding from Luna’s eyes; Harry wiped them away with his thumb. He pulled her into a hug.

            “I really didn’t want to hurt you, but if I kept going with this relationship I would have hurt you even more,” Harry explained to her.

            “Can I at least have one more kiss?” Luna said as she pulled out of the hug, Harry nodded.

            Harry kissed her tenderly, and then pulled away. Luna attempted to dry her eyes but it was no use, tears were pouring down her cheeks.

            “And can I ask one more thing,” Luna asked, “Why are you breaking up with me? And be honest.”

            “Honestly?” Harry said, “I realized that I like, well, have liked, someone for a while now, sense the first time I saw her.”

            “Who?” Luna still had tears falling down her cheeks.

            “Hermione,” Harry said looking away.

            Luna was now standing at the window, looking down at Privet Drive, “I am glad it is her and not that Cho girl. I never like that girl.”

            Harry didn’t know how to respond to that, so he said nothing. Luna walked across his room, and stopped at the door. She turned toward him.

            “Happy Birthday,” she said as she placed a small package on his dresser, and then walked out of his room.

            Harry got up and picked up the package. He pulled the brown package and saw that it was a small blue leather book, and he opened it to see that it was filled with pictures of him and Luna. He saw that she had put her bottle cap necklace on the last page. He opened the fairy box that Sophie had given him and placed the blue book in it. He also put the books that Hermione and Ron had given him inside the box too.

            Harry sat on his bed until Hermione came again. With out saying anything Harry got up and pulled her into a long, passionate kiss. She kissed him back.

            “Harry,” she said when they pulled apart, “we should be going, you know what Molly would do if we don’t show up.”

            “Wait, so you know about this box thing,” Harry said holding out the fairy box, “So I can put anything in it.”

“Yes, anything,” she told him, “I have one at home, although it is purple, not red.”

Harry opened the fairy box and placed it on the floor, then he picked up his trunk and lowered it into the fairy box, and to his amazement the trunk fit inside it. He picked it up and placed it in his robe pocket.

Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry and kissed him, as she apparated to the Burrow. Hermione pulled out of the kiss and they were standing in front of the fireplace at the Burrow. Ron and Sophie were sitting at the table playing a game of wizard’s chess. As Harry and Hermione sat down, Ron’s queen took one of Sophie’s pawns. Without saying anything Sophie jumped up from the table, grabbed Hermione’s arm and pulled her upstairs.

“What’s with her?” Harry asked Ron as he moved into Sophie’s seat to finish the game.

“I dunno,” Ron said, “your move.”

Harry looked at the board then said, “Knight to H3.”

“I do believe you are finally getting better at this,” Ron stated shoving some bread in his mouth, “queen to E5.”

Ron’s queen took another pawn.

“So what’s going on between you and Hermione? And where is Luna?”

“Luna and I broke up about an hour ago,” Harry informed him, “and I’m pretty sure I’m not single.”

“So you and Hermione are finally together?” Ron said this as more of an observation than a question, “You aren’t going to bore me with every detail about your relationship, are you?”

“No,” Harry said with a chuckle, “So what is going on with you and Sophie?”

“Who knows anymore,” Ron said, “as soon as I think we could get back together she yells at me for something.”

“What was it this time?”

“I dunno, she hasn’t yelled yet,” Ron said, “but just you wait, she will be yelling up a storm tomorrow, well, more like later today, but whatever.”

“Just ask her to go out to lunch today,” Harry told him, “God knows you want to.”

“She won’t go even if it was Hermione who said ‘let’s have lunch together’” Ron told Harry, “Thanks a lot, now I can’t concentrate on chess anymore.”

“I don’t think you were anyway,” Harry said looking at the board, “Ron where is your king?”

“God damn it,” Ron said, “you are right I wasn’t concentrating to start off with.”

Harry saw Ron’s king trapped in a corner, “well think of it this way, Sophie wasn’t concentrating or she would have noticed, I think I know what is going through her head,” Ron’s ears went fire red, but did nothing, “and I didn’t notice cause of what happened today.”

“Ron, why are you turning bright red?” Sophie said, her and Hermione had appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

“Nothing,” Ron lied.

“Go ask her,” Harry whispered to Ron, his ears went even redder, if that was possible.

Ron got up and walked to the girls, but didn’t stop to talk to them; he just walked past them and up the stairs. He just disappeared when Sophie turned and ran up the stairs. Hermione walked over to the table and sat down.

“Why did Sophie pull you away like that?”

“She was asking about what happened after they left,” she told him.

“Oh, I see,” Harry said.

“What were you guys talking about?”

“Ron is getting nervous about the relationship between him and Sophie, I told him just to go up to her and ask her to go have lunch, but he doesn’t want to,” Harry looked at the landing where Sophie and Ron disappeared from, “but he is afraid she will say no.”

“She wouldn’t say no,” Hermione told him as she tried to hold back a laugh, “that was one of the other things we were talking about, she is sad because he won’t ask her out.”


“Yeah, she was depressed when they were here, and no one was awake and he didn’t even ask her to go hang out, no, instead he just pulled out his chess set and began setting up,” Hermione smiled, “she told me how she was hoping for at least a conversation, but no, all he said after that was, knight to C3, and Bishop to D6. We should be getting to bed. I’m amazed Molly hasn’t come down yet.”

 Harry took Hermione’s hand and together they walked up stairs. They arrived at the second landing to see Sophie and Ron, kissing, and Ron had to lean down a little so he could kiss her with out having to hold her up off the floor.

Hermione cleared her throat loudly, and Ron and Sophie pulled apart. Then Sophie realizing who was looking at them, buried her face in Ron’s robes, and Ron went red in the ears.

Hermione walked past them and disappeared up the stairs, Harry followed but before he walked up the stairs he whispered to Ron, “I guess you talked to her.”

Ron went even redder and Harry walked up to Ron’s room. Hermione was sitting on one of the two beds in the room. Harry walked over to her and sat down next to her. He kissed her on the forehead and then stretched out on the bed. He pulled his glasses off and placed them on the bedside table. Hermione laid her head on his chest and they both fell asleep.

Harry woke up with the sun’s rays filling the room, he looked over at the other bed; even though his vision was blurred he could tell that Ron and Sophie were fast asleep cuddled up together. Hermione lifted her head, she apparently just woke up.

“Good morning,” Harry whispered as to not wake Sophie and Ron.

“Good morning,” she said back, “how long have you been up?”

“Only a few minutes,” he and Hermione sat up.

“We should go downstairs to eat.”

Harry put his glasses on and he and Hermione got up out of bed and proceeded downstairs. Mrs. Weasley was already making breakfast. Fred, George and Mr. Weasley were already at the table. Mr. Weasley was reading the Daily Profit, and Fred and George were, no doubt, coming up with new candy ideas for their shop. Hermione and Harry sat down at the table.

“Good morning you two,” Mrs. Weasley said as they sat, “Happy birthday Harry.”

“Harry,” Fred said as he looked up from the small piece of parchment he and George were looking at, “here, this is for you.”

George handed him a small box filled candy from their shop, along with some Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans.

“Thanks guys,” Harry said as he put the box down on the table.

“Hermione, dear, could you go wake up Ginny, Ron and Sophie? They need to come down and eat,” Mrs. Weasley said.

“We’ll do it Mum,” Fred and George jumped up and ran up the stairs.

A little while later Ginny, Sophie and Ron came down with Fred and George right behind. Sophie’s long red hair looked as though she just brushed it, Ginny had her hair pulled back neatly in a low ponytail, Ron’s hair on the other hand, looked like a mess, he haphazardly brushed his hair down with his hand, but it still stuck up in all directions.

A brown barn owl swooped into the kitchen and dropped some letters on the table. The owl swooped out of the kitchen and Harry, Hermione, Sophie, Ron, and Ginny picked up their letters. Harry opened his and a badge fell out, one was for Quidditch captain. Hermione had gotten prefect, Sophie got head girl and Ron got head boy.

“Looks like we will need to make a stop at Diagon Ally,” Mr. Weasley said, folding up his paper, “let’s eat.”

Sophie, Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George all found seats at the table as Mrs. Weasley served everyone plates full of food.

They ate silently and when they were done Mrs. Weasley put all the dishes in the sink, and they started to clean themselves.

“Kids get ready we need to make a trip to Diagon Alley,” Mrs. Weasley told them, “and Ron, fix that messy hair.”

Harry, and Ron, went to Ron’s room, while Sophie, Hermione, and Ginny went to Ginny’s room.

“So?” Harry said as soon as they were in Ron’s room with the door closed, “What is going on with you and Sophie?”

Ron’s face went pink, “Well-Er-I dunno.”

“Ron, you two were practically snogging last night,” Harry stated, “did you two talk at all?”

“Sort of,” Ron said, “she said that I was avoiding her, and then I kissed her.”

“Ron, she is my sister, and you can’t just go around snogging her if you aren’t going to go out with her,” Harry told him, “did you at least ask her to go to lunch with you?”

“Not exactly.”

“Ron that was what you were supposed to do when you left.”

The two boys walked down to the kitchen where the rest the Weasley's, Sophie, and Hermione were waiting. Sophie didn’t look at them when they came in, Hermione on the other hand was smiling from ear to ear when she saw Harry, but when she saw Ron standing behind him, her smile faded.

“I assume Sophie told her what happened,” Harry whispered to Ron.

Ginny was next to Sophie and looked as though she would pull Ron’s head off if he came anywhere near them.

“Shall we go then,” Mr. Weasley said, “should we use floo powder or should we apparate?”

“If we apparate, we won’t have to get anymore floo powder, we are running low,” Mrs. Weasley told Mr. Weasley, “Harry, you and Hermione can go together, Ron, you and Sophie can-”

“Mum, I’ll go with Ron,” Ginny interrupted.

“Alright,” Mrs. Weasley said, “Sophie you can go with Fred or George.”

“I’ll go with Fred,” Sophie told her as she walked up to Fred.

“Off we go then,” Mr. Weasley said, and with 5 small pops, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, George, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were gone.

“Sophie,” Fred said, “are you okay,”

“No,” tears were starting to roll down her cheeks, “you brother is an idiot.”

“I could have told you that,” Sophie smiled and laughed, “You are much prettier when you are smiling.”

“Thanks,” Sophie said as she laughed again, she grabbed his hand, and with a small pop, they were standing in Diagon Alley.

            “What took you two so long?” Ron asked.

            “Sorry, I had to ask her something.”

            “Hey Sophie, can I ask you something?” Ron asked.

            “I guess.”

            “Do you wanna go with me to go get something to eat for lunch?” he asked.

            Sophie took a look at Fred and then said, “No Ron, I decided this morning that if you wanted to be with me as badly as Hermione told me-”

            “I’ve wanted to tell you, but I wasn’t sure you felt the same,” Ron interrupted.

            “Well, now you know, and I know that if you wanted to be with me that badly and liked me that much than you would have asked me last night. After…well…last night, I thought that you would have asked and when you didn’t I decided not to wait.”

            Ron looked dumbfounded and when he looked at Harry, he looked just as flabbergasted as Ron was. Sophie grabbed Fred’s hand and stormed off down toward Gringotts.

            “Harry, don’t say a word,” Ron said as he watched Sophie and his older brother walked away into the crowd.

            “Harry, I’ll meet you guys at Flourish and Blotts in an hour,” Hermione said as she walked after Sophie and Fred.

            “Sorry, you have to deal with this on your birthday.” Ron told him, as they walked toward Madam Malkin’s.

            “Don’t worry about it,” Harry told Ron, “I would rather be here listening to you two bickering, than being back at the Dursley’s.”

            Ron smiled at that, but it faded quickly.

            “Ron, don’t beat yourself up over what happened,” Harry told him.

            “That is easy for you to say,” Ron said loudly, “You were right, I should have said something sooner, and because I didn’t I don’t have a chance with her.”

            “You might still have a chance-”

            “Don’t bother your breath,” Ron said, “Sophie just ran off with my brother!”

            Harry didn’t say another word as they walked into Madam Malkin’s; their robes were way too short; when they walked in and a short woman came to greet them.

            “May I help you?” she asked.

            “We need our robes lengthened,” Harry relied.

            “Step up,” she said pointing to a small platform, “and let me look at it.”

            After she was finished with their robes, the two left the store, and went to Flourish and Blotts, it was almost time for them to meet Hermione.

            “Sophie, I still don’t understand why you turned him down,” Harry could hear Hermione’s voice; he saw Hermione, Sophie and Fred standing in front of Flourish and Blotts.

            “Hermione, I told you, I am fed up with waiting for him, so I decided not to wait. Ginny understood when I told her about this.”

            “Harry, Ron,” Hermione noticed them walking up and seemed to not want to fight with Sophie about this.

            “Hi,” Ron said without looking up.

            “Come on Fred, I can get my books later,” Sophie said as they walked off.

            “Why are you with me?” Fred asked once they were out of earshot.

            “Because, I want to be with someone who isn’t scared to face their feelings,” Sophie told him, “and that someone it you.”

Fred smiled and pulled her close to him, he leaned down and…


Note: Sorry this took a little longer to update than I would normally take, but I was having trouble updating.

Chapter 3: Confusion
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Fred smiled and pulled her close to him, he leaned down and…


…Closer and closer he got. Sophie looked deeply into his blue-green eyes. His lips met hers. He kissed her. She kissed back. They pulled apart and she threw her arms around his neck, kissing him again. He placed his hands on her lower back and pulled her closer. They pulled apart once again.

“I think we should get my book now.”

“Let’s go then,” Fred said, kissing her on the forehead.

He took Sophie’s hand and they walked back to Flourish and Blotts. Once inside, Fred’s hand was pulled out of hers, and when she turned to see what happened, she saw Ron pinning him on the ground. Ron began to punch his brother.


“RON! RON, GET OFF OF HIM!” Sophie yelled, “Ron! GET OFF!”

Sophie was pulling Ron off when Hermione and Harry came to help pull him away. Sophie ran over to Fred and dropped to her knees.

“Fred! Fred, are you alright?” she didn’t wait for an answer before she turned toward Ron, as she stood up she said, “Ron, how could you? He is your brother.”

“Sophie, I have loved you for six years,” Ron told her, “and he took you away from me.”

“I wasn’t with you, how could he-”

Ron grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the shop and to a small alley by the book store.

“How were we not together?” Ron said, “After what happened last night?”

“Listen what happened last night-”

“What happened last night was me telling you how I felt, because I couldn’t find the words to say it.”

“Listen what happened last night was a mistake…I regret it every time I think about it.”

“But you still think about it?”

“Well yeah, sure, but what the bloody hell am I supposed to do? I have a boyfriend and I already cheated on him with you last night, and I can’t do that to him again.”

“But he doesn’t know about last night.”

“I told him, I couldn’t live with the guilt of that. He told me that I should give you a chance but I-”

“Then give me a chance,” Ron said, he now had one hand on each of her arms, pulling her closer, “please, give me a chance.”

“I gave you the chance, but you couldn’t trust me,” Sophie told him, “the first time we went out you wouldn’t trust me with Neville. And because of that I decided that if you couldn’t trust me then I shouldn’t even be with you.”

“Sophie, please,” Ron pleaded, “Please, just give me one more chance.”

“No, Ron,” Sophie told him, “no.”

“Sophie, I love you, I have always loved you, and I always will love you,” Ron told her, pulling her a little closer, “and I know you love me, or you wouldn’t have kissed me last night.”

“I told you last ni-”

Ron leaned down and kissed her. She enjoyed the kiss before realizing that she shouldn’t be. She knew he was right, she still did love him, but she couldn’t be with someone who couldn’t trust her. She couldn’t. She just couldn’t. No matter how much she wanted to, no matter what she thought, she couldn’t live with her heart broken, by the same boy who broke it the first time.

She pushed him away and walked back into Flourish and Blotts. She walked to Fred and helped him up. He held his sleeve to his nose that was gushing blood.

“Hermione, can you get my books?” Sophie asked, “I’m going to go with Fred back to the Burrow.”


Sophie grabbed Fred’s free hand and with a loud pop, they were gone.


“Ron, just give her some time,” Harry told him, “she probably just felt like all you wanted was another relationship like what you and Lavender had.”

“I know she doesn’t think that,” Ron said, “I’m going to get some more ink.”

Ron walked out of the shop and down Diagon Alley.


“Fred I’m going to get some towels.”

She left Fred’s room and when she returned she was carrying a handful of clean white towels. She sat next to Fred and put one of the towels against his nose. After about ten minutes of dapping blood from his nose, the bleeding stopped. Sophie wiped the blood off of his face and kissed him.

“Sophie, you didn’t have to come.”

“I know, but I need to talk to you.”

“What about?”

“Listen, at Diagon Alley, when Ron and I were talking, he told me that I should give him a chance, and I said no.”

“Why? I told you that if he says anything, or asks you to go out or something, to say yes, and go with him.”

“I know, but at the time, I was mad that he hit you, and that was the only way to get him back, but I wish I had said yes.”

“Listen, if you don’t tell him that you want to be with him, you will lose your chance forever, and I know you love him.”

“But I…” he leaned in and kissed her, “you’re right, I do love him.”

There was a small pop, Harry and Hermione, with all of Sophie’s books, were standing at the door.

“Sorry to interrupt but, Sophie I have your book,” Hermione said, “oh, Sophie can I talk to you, upstairs?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Sophie stood up and followed Hermione out of Fred’s room.

“How can you do the to Ron?” Harry asked.

“What?” Fred said, he wasn’t really paying attention.

“What are you doing with Sophie?”

“Originally it was for comfort, but I love her now.”

“But it has only been one day.”

“That’s what you think,” Fred muttered under his breath.

“What do you mean ‘that’s what you think’?”

“Well there are things about me and Sophie’s relationship that you don’t know.”

“Like what?”

“Like that we have been going out for almost two years.”

“Wait what?” Harry didn’t understand what he was talking about, “Why?”

“It was right after she and Ron broke up. She tried to talk to Hermione, but Hermione was too busy with schoolwork and such, and you were having detention with Umbridge all the time. So she came to me. And talking led to a hug, and a hug led to a kiss, so I asked her to be my girlfriend, but under one condition. If she had the opportunity to be with Ron again, she would take it, but she didn’t. I kind of wish I hadn’t made her promise that, because I really love her. And now I have the chance of losing her, and I almost did.”

“Wait so, if she can be with Ron, she will be, and she will just ditch you to do so?”

“Yeah, and I know she and Ron should be together, but I can’t stop her from making decisions.”

“Let’s go Harry,” Hermione said as she and Sophie entered the room, do you mind if Sophie comes with us?”

“No,” Harry said.

Harry grabbed Hermione’s hand and Sophie grabbed her arm. And with a pop they were gone.


“Hey,” Ron said, “Where did you two-”

He saw Sophie standing next to Hermione and stopped talking.

“Ron, can I talk to you?”

“Why would you want to talk to me?”

“You were right, I was wrong. Can we talk?”

“Fine,” Ron said as he followed Sophie to a small table outside a sandwich shop.

            They sat down and a squat, plump woman came to take their order.

            “Just a turkey sandwich please,” Sophie told the woman.

            “I’ll have the same.”

            “Ron, I need to tell you something, remember earlier when you said that you loved me and that you knew that I loved you?”

            “Yeah, why?”

            “You were right Ron,” Sophie told him, “and I’m sorry that I got mad at you, but please forgive me.”


            Sophie leaned across the table and kissed him. She pulled back and sat down.

            “I was wrong about last night, it wasn’t a mistake, I really liked it, I just didn’t want to be hurt again.”


            “I was afraid that if it, we, didn’t work, that I would be left with a broken heart, one that would be worse than last time, I’m sorry, please forgive me.”

            “I don’t know if I can,” Ron said, “it really hurt when you said that last night was a mistake.”

            “I truly am sorry.”

“I know you are sorry, but-”

“You were the one who wanted a second chance, and now I am giving you one and you aren’t taking it.”

“Listen, I do love you, but you keep breaking my heart, and what am I supposed to think, you kiss me and then you tell me you didn’t mean it.”

Tears were starting to roll silently down her cheeks, “I’m sorry.”

Ron stood up and walked over to her and held his hand out to her. She looked up to him and grabbed his hand. She stood up and hugged him.

“Sophie, how can I not be with you?” he whispered to her, “I just wanted to make sure you really wanted to be with me, I’m sorry I made you cry.”

“Ron,” she looked up at him, “I love you with all of my heart.”

“Excuse me,” the woman had appeared again, with their sandwiches.

“Sorry,” Sophie said.

She and Ron sat down at the table and ate their sandwiches. When they were done eating, Ron apparated them to the Burrow.

Chapter 4: Truth or Dare anyone?
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Author's note: Sorry this chapter is short, but if i put the whole chapter up as it was before, it would be really long, so I thought you all would rather read two shorter chapters rather than one really long chapters. I hope you all like this chapter.



Ron looked deeply into Sophie’s big, ice-blue eyes. He pecked her cheek and a smile crept onto her face.

“Finally,” it was Hermione, “What took you two so long?”

“We were eating lunch,” Sophie told her.

“Sure,” Harry said, he was sitting next to Hermione at the kitchen table.

“Harry, could you take these upstairs for me?” Hermione asked pointing at a large stack of books at the end of the table.

“Yeah,” Harry said kissing her before proceeding to the end of the table, “Ron could you help me?”

“Sure,” Ron said looking at the stack of books, “Why do you two always take so many classes.”

“So we can get away from you,” Sophie said casually, Ron glared at her then she said, “You know we love hanging out with you two.”

Sophie let out a giggle before leading Hermione out of the kitchen. The sun was still high in the light blue sky.

“You seem to be abnormally happy,” Hermione said as the door closed behind her, “The happiest you have been for what…almost two years,” She added a little emphasis on “two years”, “what is going on between you and Ron? I mean last night you two were…well…all over each other, and this morning you were yelling at him…”

“I know, but I think we are officially together again,” Sophie said smiling again.

“You think, are you sure, I don’t want you to say you are with him then find out he doesn’t think so.”

“Well he said, ‘how can I not be with you’, so what would you think?”

“I would say that I’m not sure you two are together.”

“What if I told you he said, ‘I just wanted to make sure you really wanted to be with me’?”

“Okay, I get the point,” Hermione said looking out over the green grass, “I think you two are together.”



August came quickly, and for once, Ron and Sophie didn’t yell or fight like they normally did. But as August 31st came, they found themselves doing some last minute packing. Hermione on the other hand was reading her copy of Standard Book of Spells: Grade 7.

“Hermione, it is the last night before we go back to school,” Ron stated, “and plus, you have already read the book. You read when you first got it,” Ron was now sitting on his trunk to get it to close.

“You should get ahead in your reading too,” Sophie said as she closed Ron’s trunk with a flick of her wand.

“You should think about doing that yourself,” Hermione told her, looking over the edge of her book.

“I don’t need too,” Sophie told her, “you always read them to me.”

Ron sat down next to Sophie and enlaced his hand with her hand. Harry came into the room with a plate of Mrs. Weasley’s cookies. Soon after finishing, Fred and George came in dragging Ginny behind them.

“How ‘bout a game of Truth or Dare,” George said loudly.

“George, we should be going to bed, it is already 10:30,” Hermione told them.

“Your point,” Fred said.

“We have to get up to go to Hogwarts in the morning,” Hermione said closing her book.

“What’s that gotta do with anything?” George told her.

“Just one game,” Fred told everyone.

“Fine one game,” Hermione said putting her book on the bed next to her then folding her arms across her chest.

The seven of them sat in a circle on the floor.

“Oh, and now that you agreed to play-” George started.

“We aren’t going easy on you.” Fred finished.

“I’ll go first,” George continued, “I will go with…Sophie, truth or dare?”


“Okay, how about…hmmm…I know, you, Fred, seven minutes in heaven.”

Sophie looked at Ron then turned toward George in anger. Then Fred pulled her up and next thing she knew she was being pulled into Ron’s closet. As soon as the door closed Fred had pulled her as close to him a possible. He leaned down and kissed her neck. Sophie didn’t stop him, she was enjoying it, and she knew she shouldn’t, but she found herself enjoying it. He stopped long enough to say, “I love you, Sophia,” then went back to kissing her neck, only this time a little lower.

“You don’t love me,” she told him, but not pushing him away.

But he moved a little bit lower, he was now at the top hem of her shirt. His hands had found their way under her clothing. She pushed him, but it had no effect on him.

“Fred, you don’t’ love me,” she said more forcefully.

He stepped back, but didn’t move his hands from their new position, “Yes I do, and you love me.”

He leaned down and kissed her, this time on her lips. One of his hands graced her hip as it made its way to the back of her bra. She pushed him once more, still no effect. Her bra came unclasped.

“Fred,” she said softly, hoping this would help, “Fred please stop.”

He stepped back once more and this time his hands left her skin, “Sophia, what’s wrong?”

“You made me promise that I would get back together with Ron if I had the chance, and we now we are together,” she told him, “I don’t understand how you didn’t notice, but we are together now.”

“Oh,” Fred looked down at his feet.

Sophie clipped her bra back on. She sat down on the floor of the closet. The last couple of minutes went by slowly, Sophie was glad to get out of the closet. The door opened and Ron was standing in the doorway, then Sophie remembered her clothes were still askew, she quickly fixed her clothes, hoping Ron had not noticed, she sat down in the circle.

“Sophie your turn,” George said.

“George, truth or dare?”


“I dare you to shave your head.”

“Hey, no fair.”

Sophie brought her hands up in fists. She threw her hands open and a small glass behind his exploded, sending water splashing to the floor.

“Fine,” George pulled his wand out and with a flick of his want his hair was gone, “I don’t like how you play. Ginny, truth or-”

“KIDS! BED! NOW!” Mrs. Weasley’s voice called up to them.

“Okay Mum,” Fred called back.

Ginny followed Fred and George out of Ron’s room. Ron and Harry climbed into the two beds in the room, Hermione curled up next to Harry. Sophie walked out of the room quickly. Wondering where she was going, Ron got up and followed her out.

“Sophie wait,” Ron said, “where are you going?”

Sophie turned toward him, now even shorter, because she was a few steps below him, “Ron, can I not go get some water without you wondering where I’m going or what I’m doing?”

“It’s just,” Ron said, “Well you were with Fred in the closet and when you came out you had to fix your clothes.”

“Ron, why don’t you trust me?”

“Sophia, I do, it’s just-”

“Ron, you either do or you don’t, there is no in between. So do you or don’t you?”

“Then how do you explain your messed up clothes?”

“Listen, Fred was kissing me, but I was trying to stop him,” Sophie told him tears started falling to the floor, “he finally did, and you can even ask him, he will tell you the same thing.”

“But why would he do that if he knew we were together?”

“He didn’t know, but he does now, listen, you know I love you, so why would I cheat on you.”

He reached out his hand and she took it. He led her up to the step just below the one he was on. He leaned down and kissed her, “I know you love me, I’m sorry.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

“I’ll be right back,” she said and she turned around and went down the stairs into the darkness.

Author's note, again: I will post the next chapter as quickly as possible. Sorry you had to wait so long for this chapter, I wasn't at a computer that had word, so there would have been a lot of mistakes, it would have been difficult to read. And thank you for waiting patiently.

Chapter 5: They deserve to know
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Sophie walked down the stairs to the kitchen, but stopped when she touched the doorknob. There were voices on the other side of the door. From the tone of the voices they were in a heated argument. Sophie pressed her ear against the door. She could hear Mr. and Mrs. Weasley’s voices.

"Arthur, I told you, they will know soon enough," Mrs. Weasley said.

"Molly, if we don’t tell them-"

"There is no sense in telling them now, they will just get freaked out-"

"They deserve to know, they knew him, and they were close to him!"

"I know they were, but there is no sense in warning them."

"Molly, If we don’t tell them-"

"If we tell them they will do something rash, and last time they heard that You-know-who did something they went and were almost killed-"

"If we don’t tell them then they will most likely be killed."

There was a pause; Mrs. Weasley seemed to agree with Mr. Weasley.

"Molly, they need to know that Hagrid was interrogated by You-know-who."

There was the sound of a glass being set in the table, a chair being pushed away from a table, and without listening to anything else Sophie pulled her ear away from the door and ran quietly to the stairs. She made it to the first landing when she heard the door to the kitchen open. She climbed the stairs as quickly as she could and closed Ron’s bedroom door behind her.

Ron, Harry, and Hermione were already sleeping and Sophie didn’t want to wake them up. She decided that she will wait until they were on the train to tell them what she heard. She walked over to the window and noticed the sky was lightening up with the morning sun. She sat on the window sill, and before she realized what happened she was asleep.

Ron was awoken by his mother yelling from the other side of his door, "KIDS, WAKE UP! WE HAVE TO LEAVE IN TEN MINUTES!"

Ron sat up, and looked around; Hermione pushed Crookshanks off the bed and Harry was slowly pulling the blankets off of himself.

"Do you two know where Sophie is?"

"No," Hermione said with a yawn.

Ron looked around his room. There was a black cat curled up on the window sill, its paws were orange except the front left one was still black and the tips of its ears were orange too. Ron walked over to the cat, and sat on the floor. He scratched the cat’s head behind its ears. The cat jumped down onto Ron's lap.

"Sophie," he said to the cat, "what are you doing?"

The cat looked up at him and meowed.

"You know I hate talking to you like this."

The cat jumped off of his lap. It changed into Sophie and she looked at Ron.

"What are you doing?" Ron asked again.

She looked away before saying, "It’s just," she took a deep breath, "this is our last year at Hogwarts."

He pulled her into a hug, "I know, but don’t get too sad about it."

They four of them lugged their trunks downstairs, Crookshanks walking along behind them. Mr. Weasley was waiting at the front door for them; he had a huge smile on his face, one of those I-did-something-I-shouldn’t-have-done smiles.

"What did you do this time?" Sophie asked.

"What makes you think I did something?"

"Remember the flying car, that toaster, that fork and knife, that-"

"Okay, okay," Mr. Weasley said, "I got a new car, but it doesn’t fly."

"Then what does it do?" Ron asked.

"It can drive itself," Mr. Weasley said proudly.

They loaded all five trunks into the car and they climbed in. Ginny and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sat in the front while Ron, Sophie, Hermione, and Harry sat in the back. When they got to the station they only had a few minutes before the train left.

Harry, Hermione, Sophie, Ron and Ginny found an empty compartment and sat down, sliding the door closed behind them.

"I need to talk to you," Sophie said as soon as they were all sitting, "it is about something I heard last night. I heard Mr. and Mrs. Weasley talking in the kitchen last night. And…" she paused, "listen, Hagrid-"

The compartment door slid open and Neville was standing in the doorway.

"Hey guys, can I join you?"

"Sure," Ginny said before turning back to Sophie, "what were you saying?"

"Never mind, I’ll tell you later, I’ll be right back," Sophie said and she got up and let the compartment.

"Harry can you help me with something?" Neville asked after the door was closed again.

"What?" Harry said sounding slightly annoyed with Neville.

"Do you think you could help me get a girlfriend?"

"Sure, who?" Harry said not really paying attention.


"God damn it!" Ron said loudly before leaving the compartment, he shut the door so hard that the glass broke.

"What’s his problem?" Neville asked.

"Well," Hermione said pointing her wand at the glass on the floor, "Reparo, he and Sophie are going out now."

"They have been for a month," Ginny added.

The compartment door slid open again, Blaise Zabini was holding a stack of parchment for them to take. Harry took the stack of parchment and handed each to its rightful owner, except for the one for Sophie. Each of the pieces of parchment was folded in half, in red ink one side of Harry’s piece of parchment read:

Slug Club

Harry Potter

He unfolded his note, it read:

Harry Potter,

It would be an honor if you would please join me in compartment C in the front car.

Hoping to see you,

Professor Slughorn

"We’re back," Sophie and Ron were standing in the doorway.

"This is for you," Harry said handing Sophie her note.

She opened the note and read it quickly. She folded it up and put it in her pocket.

"Stupid Slug Club," she said as she sat down on the seat across from Harry, "I don’t see the point to this club."

"Well we should go to be nice," Neville said.

"We should be there soon," Ginny added, "he likes promptness."

"You guys go, I’ll be there shortly," Sophie told them.

Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville left the compartment. Ron looked out the window, "Sophia, I don’t want you to go."

"Why don’t you want me to go?"

"I don’t know if I can trust Neville."

"But you can trust me," Sophie told him, "Neville being there shouldn’t change that."

"But he wanted Harry to help set him up with you."

"Ron, you can trust me. What would you think if I didn’t want you to do something just because Lav-Lav was there?" Sophie said laughing.

"Okay, okay, I get the point."

"But then again," Sophie stood up and walked over to Ron, then said jokingly, "Maybe I shouldn't leave my poor Won-Won by himself."

"Cut it out," he said, "you know I regret being with her, I almost ruined my chances with you."

"I will just stop in say hello, and leave, will that make you feel better?"

"Yes, yes it would."

"Good, cause I wouldn't want Won-Won to get nervous."

"Stop calling me that."

"I'll be back," Sophie told him trying not to laugh too much.

She kissed him and left the compartment, making her way to the front compartments.

Chapter 6: Slug Club
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Sophie slid open the compartment door, Hermione, Harry, Ginny, and Neville were sitting in the seats closest to the door, Blaise Zabini was sitting next to Neville, and Melinda Bobbin and a brown haired boy that she didn’t recognize were sitting between Slughorn and Blaise.

“Miss Granger,” Slughorn said, “how nice of you to join us, Mr. Zabini was just telling us about his summer, but I think you might have a better story for everyone.”

“What?” she said.

“I was hoping you could tell us about your childhood,” Slughorn said.

“Well, I was in ballet for ten years,” she told them.

“I was thinking you could tell us about your parents,” tears began to form in her eyes, “maybe you can tell us about what thing on your head,” Slughorn pointed to her forehead.

She pulled her bangs over her forehead, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she told him, “but I must be going, I have some things I should be getting to, you know, head girl stuff.”

She turned to the door, pulling it open again.

“Please stay, your classmates seem very interested about your past,” Slughorn told her, Melinda, Blaise and the brown haired kid he was sitting next to seemed to be interested, “I don’t remember you telling us any stories last year.”

“I didn’t tell stories last year, but as I said earlier, I need to get to some heads stuff.”

She walked out of the compartment and slid the door closed.

“How did he find out?” she was practically yelling as she entered the compartment Ron was sitting in.

“How did who find out what?”

“Slughorn,” she yelled pulling her bangs back.

“Oh, that.”

“Who told him?”

“I don’t know, but who cares?”

“I do! He knows something that only you guys and Dumbledore knew,” she told him, “I like not having people know, I don’t want people to stare at me like I’m some animal in a zoo!”

“It would be better than having them look at your chest.”

“Not helping.”

“Sorry, but it is true, it would be better.”

“Still not helping,” she told him, “do you realize how much my life would change?”

“Yes, but I don’t understand why you care so much.”

“You would understand if your parents were killed, and no one knew until you were 17 and then everyone found out that you’re Harry’s sister and survived the same curse.”

“Well when you put it that way, you’re right I wouldn’t understand,” he told her, “but I don’t think people will act as bad if they found out about you, because they would have already known you.”

She smiled and hugged him. He pulled her closer and rested his head on hers. She pulled out of the hug.

“We should be getting to the head’s meeting,” she told him.

Together they walked to the head’s compartment.

They reached the front car and saw the frosted door window with the Hogwarts coat of arms, the words “Head boy and girl” just below the coat of arms. The seats in the compartment were a deep shape of purple. They sat down and soon they were joined by-

“Tonks?” Sophia yelled.

Professor Tonks now,” she said placing her hands on her hips proudly.

“What?” Ron asked, “You teach at Hogwarts now?”

“Yes, I teach transfiguration,” she told them, “and I am head of Gryffindor. Now, you two will have to organize the yearly dances, such as the Halloween and the Graduation dance. There will also be another dance added, a Christmas ball. When the train comes into Hogsmeade station, you need to make sure that there is a prefect at each door so that they can help lead the new students in the right direction. After the feast, meet me in the Entrance Hall so I can show you to your dormitory. Any questions?”

“Can the prefects help organize the dances?” Ron asked.

“No,” she told them, “Now I must go and talk to another teacher. See you at Hogwarts.”

She left the compartment, leaving Sophie and Ron to comprehend what she said.

“So we should start deciding what days the dances should be,” Sophie said on their way back to their compartment.

When they got there Harry and Neville were already sitting in it. Neville was sitting next to window, Harry next to him.

“Well, I was thinking about Lu-,” Neville said before he realized that Ron and Sophie were standing in the doorway.

“What are you two talking about?” Sophie asked as she and Ron sat down, Sophie sat next to the door across from the seat Harry and Neville were sitting in and Ron sat next to her.

“Oh nothing,” Neville said as he turned away from her.

“Ok then,” she said, “Harry, where are Hermione and Ginny?”

“Probably still with Slughorn. Why?”

“I just want to ask them something,” Sophie said, “I guess it can wait.”

“Neville, who was it you had in mind?” Harry asked.”

He mumbled something but Harry didn’t seem to understand what he said.


“He said Luna,” Sophie told him.

“How did you hear that? I’m sitting right next to him and couldn’t hear him.”

“I don’t know, but it sounded pretty loud to me,” She told him.

“Hey, maybe you can help.” Harry said to Sophie.

“With what?”

“He wants to get a girlfriend,” Harry told her, “can you help?”

“Sure,” she told him, “So you want to see if Luna will be your girlfriend?”

“Yes,” Neville said very quietly.

“Ok then,” Sophie said, “I’ll help, can you guys leave us alone for a little while?”

“What?” Ron asked very loudly.

“Ron,” she said calmly, “what did I say earlier?”

“That I can trust you.” He mumbled.

“Right, now, please leave or I will be forced,” she said pulling her wand out and flourishing it.

“Ok, ok.”

Harry and Ron left them alone in the compartment.

“Neville, first thing I have to say is if you want to get a girlfriend, you can’t get all nervous and quiet around me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“When I came in the compartment you got nervous and hid your face, don’t think girls don’t notice. And if you want a girlfriend then you can’t act like that around another girl. We don’t like that. “

“Ok,” he said his voice still sounded nervous.

“And stand up for her if someone is putting her down,” she told him, “If you do that I’m sure you will be fine. And when you ask her out, just ask her.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean if you’re going to ask her out, just say, ‘Would you like to go on a date with me?’ and even come up with some cute place you would think she would like, even if she doesn’t like it she will appreciate it because you tried.”


 “And listen if you ever need help just come ask me, and if Ron doesn’t like it he will just have to deal with it,” she told him, “I think that he has trust issues.”

They laughed and for the first time during the train ride he didn’t seem nervous about being with Sophie. Soon Harry and Ron came back in.

“Hermione isn’t back yet?” Harry asked.

“Do you see her?” Sophie said.

“Ok, shut up.”

“Don’t tell me to shut up.”

“Shut up.”

“Stop it.”

“Only if you shut up.”

“I hate you.”

“Of course you do.”

Sophie glared at him, folded her arms and turned toward Ron.

It was about an hour and a half of silence until Hermione and Ginny came into the compartment.

“Did we miss something?” Hermione asked as she sat next to Harry.

“According to Sophie, she hates me,” Harry said with a laugh.

“I do,” Sophie said loudly, although she didn’t sound as though she was serious.

“Wait who’s getting married?” Ginny said, and the whole compartment laughed, even Sophie.

“Apparently Sophie and Harry,” Hermione said.

“Eww, he’s my brother remember?” Sophie said loudly.

“Wait, what?” Neville said.

“Oh yeah, you don’t know,” Hermione said, “right before 6th year we all found out that Sophie and Harry are brother and sister.”

“Oh, ok.”

“Yea, and this is what Slughorn was talking about earlier,” Sophie said as she pulled her bangs back to show him the scar, “No one noticed because it isn’t as visible as Harry’s, from what Dumbledore told me, I was attacked right before Harry, and the curse almost worked on me, so the curse didn’t backfire on Voldemort as much. Although I still got the scar and the powers that Harry got.”

“I never knew that,” Neville said.

“We know,” Ginny said.

For the rest of the ride Neville asked questions about her past and why she was with the Grangers. As the sun disappeared the castle came into view.

“Welcome home Harry,” Sophie told him.