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Another Potter? by I_am_a_Hufflepuff13

Format: Novel
Chapters: 11
Word Count: 3,599
Status: COMPLETED

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Spoilers

Genres: Young Adult
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, OC
Pairings:

First Published: 12/06/2018
Last Chapter: 06/25/2019
Last Updated: 12/19/2019

Summary:

As you may or may not know, J. K. Rowling has released that Lily Potter was pregnant with a second child when He-who-must-not-be-named murdered her. This is my take on a story; not J. K. Rowling’s. If you find any inaccuracies please notify me. May contain spoilers.



Chapter 1: The Girl Who Lived?
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A girl walks down the hall of a train. As she comes to a compartment, she takes a deep breath and peaks her head in and asked nervously, “Is there room for one more?” A girl with striking red hair is sitting alone in the compartment. “I guess I could make room.” Then she smiles.

“Sit down. I’m Ginny. What’s your name?”

“I’m Hannah. Are you a first-year?” 

“Yes. You?”

“Yes”

“Are your parents muggles?”

Hesitates. “I don’t know. My parents died when I was a baby.”

“Oh.”

A boy leans his head into the compartment. He askes in a very concerned voice “Ginny, have you seen Scabbers?”

“No Ron, go away,” she replyed, sounding annoyed. Someone else walks by. “Come on, Ron. Fred and George were trying to feed him to Hedwig.” Then he walks away.

 

“Who was that,” Hannah asked with a shocked expression.

“My brother was trying to find his rat. My two of my other brothers were trying to feed this to my brother’s friend’s owl.” Ginny’s reply sounded almost bored, like something like that happens on a daily basis.

“Who’s his friend.”

“Harry Potter.”

“I have a secret to tell you.” 

“You trust me that much already?”

“Not really. I just can’t go another second without telling someone.”

“Okay. My lips are sealed”

“My name is Hannah Potter.”



Chapter 2: What a Sorting
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“What!”

“Shhhhh!”

“Sorry.”

“Better get our robes on. We’re almost there”

 

A few minutes later Hannah and Ginny are crossing the lake to the castle.  They are nervously awaiting the sorting. With no idea what they may face, just one minute in the great hall seems to take hours. Finally, the sorting has started. Time flashes in a blur. Before long, Professor McGonagall had call Potter,Hannah, but it sounded like Porter,Hannah. I guess there is an agreement not to disclose that specific detail.

 

The Sorting Hat was places opon her head. Hmmm. I see some brave and boldness in you. But you are also kind, loyal, and humble. Strange. An old hat with reasoning. All Hannah could think was “Please not Gryffindor, I don’t need that kind of attention”

“Well too bad,” she heard the hat think. “HUFFLEDOR

 

“That name has never been called before. What do I do?”

“Go sit with Gryffindor. We will go to the headmaster’s office after the feast.” Said McGonagall

“Okay.”



Chapter 3: The Headmaster
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Only when Hannah went to sit next to Ginny, who was sorted into Gryffindor, did she realize that she was shaking. “Are you okay?” Ginny sounded concerned. “Yeah, I just need something to eat.” Hannah was still a bit shaky. 

“What’s wrong.” 

“Nothing.”

“There is something.” 

“I have to go to the headmaster’s office after the fest. I’m afraid I’m in some kind of trouble”

“Why would you be?”

“People are only sorted into one house”

“You don’t have anything to worry. See?”

“Welcome to a new term at Hogwarts. I just want to notify all students that the 3rd floor corridor on the right-hand side will be closed this year for repairs due to certain events of last year. The forest on the grounds is off limits to ALL  students. And, as a special project this year, I will personally get to know each and every one of this year’s first-years. Goodnight, students. You need to rest up for your first day of classes.”

“I’ll meet you in our dorms,” Ginny whispered to Hannah, “We’ll talk then.”

Hannah met Professor McGonagall. They walked up to the headmaster’s office. They stop in front of a statue of two griffins. “Lemon Drop,” Professor McGonagall told the griffins. They stepped aside and the professor sent Hannah up a moving spiral staircase. The door of the headmaster’s office is open and she walks in.

“Good evening, Hannah.”

“Good evening, Professor.”

“So, I have been thinking about your dilemma. I believe the Sorting Hat wanted you to be in both Hufflepuff and Gryffindor house. You can choose between either of them, or we can make accommodations for you to spend half the year with Gryffindor and half with Hufflepuff. Which do you want.”

“I don’t want to stand out. My wish is to be as normal as I possibly can, but I have a friend in Gryffindor.”

“This is your choice, Hannah.”

“I want to be in Gryffindor.” 



Chapter 4: The Letter
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QThe first day of lessons rolled around. Seats were assigned in transfiguration. Hannah was sat next to a boy. Although she did not know his name, Hannah caught him starring at her occasionally. Ginny said he finds him gazing almost every day. By October, Hannah realized Ginny was writing in an old journal. 

“What’s that?” Hannah started inquiring about the book.

“Nothing.”

“If it’s nothing let me read it.”

“No.”

“Just show me one page.”

“See! It’s empty!” Ginny’s voice was rising now.

“Show me the cover!”

“Why?!”

“I want to see!”

“Here!” They we shouting now. Ginny threw the book at Hannah. Her guess that the book was old was right. The book was old, but it showed no signs of wear. It was nice looking. A little to nice. Dangerously nice. 

“This could be dangerous. You should know how dangerous books can be. You father works for the ministry!”

“How could you know what a father tells his daughter. Your is dead.”

Tears filled both their eyes. “I do have a father. Just not the one whose blood runs in my veins.”

“Give me back my book!”

“Fine!” Hannah threw the book across the room and stormed out. She ran to a corner of the common room and cried. 

When Hannah picked her head up again only her and the boy who she sits next to in transfiguration. “Are you okay?” The boy sounded concerned. 

“Who are you?”

“Chris Perry.”

“What’s with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why do you stare at me? Why are you the only one still down here?”

“I-I can’t tell you.”

“An owl came for you.”

“Can I see it?” Chris handed it to Hannah.

Dear Hannah,

I am truly sorry I was the one to tell you this. You mother was a great woman. She unfortunately killed by a Leitifold  attack. 

She stopped reading there because she had started to cry again. Before she knew it Chris was at her side. Was he comforting me?

Chris has his arm around Hannah. That was the last thought that registered before she fell asleep.

 



Chapter 5: The Realization
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When Hannah woke up, Chris  was still by her side. She stood up to go to her dormitory. Chris roused. “Where are you going?” Chris stood up sleepily, stretched, and yawned. 

“I thought you were asleep.” Hannah sniffed and hugged her arms.

“I was. Until you got up.”

“Are you flirting with me?” Hannah looked shocked.

“Maybe.”

“I’m sorry. I’m going to bed.”

“Mind if I walk you to your dorm?”

Hannah wore a  mischievous smile. “Sure. Why not. Mind if I walk ahead?”

“Not at all, love, not at all.”

“What did you call me?” Hannah snapped.

“Nothing, nothing.” 

“That’s what I thought.”

Hannah started to walk up the staircase. She was almost to her landing when Chris started to climb. By the time Hannah got to her landing Chris had only gone up a few steps. Suddenly, the stairs turned into a large stone slide. George as slid down he screamed. Every girl peaked out of their dormitory. Every one was laughing their heads off. “I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone in the tower was woken up,” one of the fourth-years tried to say between laughs. “Who tried to come up?” some else asked. “Chris  Perry, a first-year,”  Hannah replied.  That’s when the questions started coming. “Why are you still in your robes?” “Why were you on the landing?” “Were you still in the common room at this hour?” “How did you know who the boy was?” “What’s that in your hand?”

Tears started to well up in Hannah’s eyes. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Hannah ran to her bed and cried herself to sleep. 

 

 



Chapter 6: The Coming Storm
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The next morning, Hannah woke to find that every one had left the dormitory. It was a Wednesday. She was late for class. Just then, McGonagall walked into the room. “Oh good, your up.” Her voice was solemn. Then she remembered the letter. Tear-stained and crumpled, it layed on her side table. “I fell asleep with that in my hand.” 

“Well, thanks to some over inquiring classmates that read your letter brought it to me. You will be forgiven for absences in classes  for as long as you may need. Your work will be given to you to do.”

“Thank you.”

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I must get to my class. I will have one of the older students to help you with your studies.”

 

By Christmas, Hannah wanted to finally read the whole letter. She didn’t even know who it was from.

Dear Hannah,

I am truly sorry I was the one to tell you this. You mother was a great woman. She unfortunately killed by a Leitifold  attack. ​​​​​She will be greatly missed as a part of our team. She died doing what she  loved, caring for animals.

Truly sorry, 

Newt  Scamander

Hannah couldn’t continue with her potions essay because of the sobs. Eventually she cried herself to sleep.

 

When she awoke it was late. A strange  noise was coming from the common room. Hannah climbed down the stairs to investigate. She saw a shadow. “Show your self!” Hannah nervously called out into the blackness. A large figure stood out in front of her. It seemed rather small. When she went to get a closer look, she released it was Ginny. She was making strange noises and dancing with an even stranger pattern. A large snake entered the room. “The deed is done master.”  Then a male voice replied. “Good. This lousy girl has almost given me what I need now.”

“Master, I am hungry .”

“You will eat soon enough. For now I need the girl.”

“Of course, master.”

​​​​​“And find the boy.” 

“As you wish.”



Chapter 7: What’s going on?
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Hannah clamped her hand over the mouth to prevent her from screaming. Was that a snake! Did I hear a snake talk! Did I understand a snake!  Before the figures could notice her, Hannah snuck back up to her bed.

 

The next morning Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryfindor house ghost, was not a breakfast as usual. Hannah turned to Percy “Where’s Nick?” Percy’s happy-to-help expression changed to a questioning one. “I don’t know,” Percys face had his I-know-the-answer look, “Maybe he,” Percy stopped, a quizzical expression on his face, like for the first time he didn’t know what was going on, “I don’t know.” She was going to ask Ginny, but decided against it. She was going to ask the only person she could, Hermione Granger, the person who helped with her studies after her mother died.

“Hermione?”

A girl with bushy hair was talking with friends. When Hannah said her name, she flinched. 

“You started me. What’s going on?” 

“I was wondering if you knew where Nearly Headless Nick is.”

Hermione looked at her friends, then back to Hannah. “Meet me on the landing of the first year’s dormitory tonight before dinner.”

Hannah looked sceptical. Hermione’s friends had questioning looks. “Okay.” Hannah’s voice was full of confidence. “I’ll be there.” 

As Hannah left, one of them asked, “What are you going to tell her?” Though it was barely audible over the babble of the great hall, Hannah swore she heard Hermione respond with, “The only thing I can, the truth.”



Chapter 8: Them
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By the time Hermione came down the stairs from her dormitory, Hannah was already waiting on the landing for her. Hermione then explained how students, Nick, and Mrs. Norris, the caretaker’s tattle-tale cat, had been attacked and petrified mysteriously. 

“You have to tell them.” Hermione blurted out, her voice sounded exasperated.

“Tell who? And tell them what?”Hannah was suddenly snappy. 

“Tell them that your a Potter.”

“N-, Wait, I didn’t tell you!” 

“I read trough every piece of schoolwork you did for a month. I knew since November. If you don’t want anyone to know, you should be more careful.”

“Well who do you want me to tell!”

“Tell Ron Weasley and-” 

“I am NOT talking to a Weasley.” Hannah cut off Hermione  before she could finish. 

“Okay. At least tell-” 

“NO! I am NOT talking to HIM.” 

“You don’t know who I was talking about.”

“Yes I do!”

“Who?”

“Harry Potter.”

“Then I’ll tell them.”

“Who all knows? Other than the teachers.”

“From what I’m aware of, you and Ginny.”

“Anyone else?”

“No.” Hannah sounded guilty.

“Who else?” Hermione’s voice was stern.

“Chris Perry. After I fought with Ginny and he gave me my letter. The letter.”

“Doesn’t he like you?”

“Not after I made him slide down the stairs,” Hannah said with a laugh.

“You need to tell Ron and Harry. And you need to- just deal with Chris.”

“No. We do.” Right that monent, a team was formed. A solemn look 

By the time Hermione came down the stairs from her dormitory, Hannah was already waiting on the landing for her. Hermione then explained how students, Nick, and Mrs. Norris, the caretaker’s tattle-tale cat, had been attacked and petrified mysteriously. 

“You have to tell them.” Hermione blurted out, her voice sounded exasperated.

“Tell who? And tell them what?”Hannah was suddenly snappy. 

“Tell them that your a Potter.”

“N-, Wait, I didn’t tell you!” 

“I read through every piece of schoolwork you did for a month. I knew since November. If you don’t want anyone to know, you should be more careful.”

“Well who do you want me to tell!”

“Tell Ron Weasley and-” 

“I am NOT talking to a Weasley.” Hannah cut off Hermione  before she could finish. 

“Okay. At least tell-” 

“NO! I am NOT talking to HIM.” 

“You don’t know who I was talking about.”

“Yes I do!”

“Who?”

“Harry Potter.”

“Then I’ll tell them.”

“Who all knows? Other than the teachers.”

“From what I’m aware of, you and Ginny.”

“Anyone else?”

“No.” Hannah sounded guilty.

“Who else?” Hermione’s voice was stern.

“Chris Perry. After I fought with Ginny and he gave me my letter. The letter.”

“Doesn’t he like you?”

“Not after I made him slide down the stairs,” Hannah said with a laugh, “I don’t think so.”

“You need to tell Ron and Harry. And you need to- just deal with Chris.”

“No. We do.” Right that monemt, a team was formed. A solemn look was on Hermione’s face. “It looks like we’ve got our work cut out for us.”



Chapter 9: Him
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By February, Hannah finally summoned the courage to approach Chris. She told him to come down to the common room once everyone went to bed to talk to her. She left out the part about Hermione coming along. She thought it was best to leave her out. She would be there, of course. “Chris?” She said. 

“Hmm?” A smile spread across his face. “Well.” 

As little interaction as possible, she thought. “Here.” She handed him a note. Hannah couldn’t help but notice he was reading the hobbit. “That’s a good book,” she wanted to say, but didn't. Hannah saw that he was writing a reply. She realized she was starting at his face. Specifically his hair. A dark, golden blond that shone in the light. He gave the note back to her, and she quickly walked to the other side of the common room. She read the note. 

Hermione walked over a little while later. “What did he say?” She asked. “He said he’d come.” She replied. Hannah couldn’t stop thinking about the way Chris’s hair glowed like gold. 

Later that night, they were talking to Chris about their plan. Hannah studied his eyes. The irises were a brown near the pupils, the color of tea, but the rest was a greenish blue, the color of the sea. They mesmerized her. She got lost in them, trying to find a name for the color. “Can you keep our secret?” Hannah asked. “Yeah.” 



Chapter 10: Ginny
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“You have to talk to her!” Hermione started to sound extremely  irritated.  “Why! We’ve got Chris’s help! Why do we need her?” Hermione took a few deep breaths before saying, “We do not need her. You need her. She was your best friend. She needs you, too. She’s going trough a lot.” Hannah started to calm down. “How do I talk to her. She hates me,” Hannah said, ashamed. 

Just then, Ginny came into the common room and said, “Who hate who? Oh.” She looked away sadly. Hermione nodded, as if to tell Hannah to talk to Ginny. “Ginny, wait.” 

“What do you want?” Her reply sounded forcefully angry and a bit longing, as if she wanted to talk. Hannah took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I yelled at you. I should have found a better way to tell you that the book wasn’t what it seamed.”

“I guess I should apologize for shouting back. I could have listened to you.” Then, as if they could resist the urge no longer, The hugged each other. “Let’s go. I need to talk to you,” Ginny said.

 

In their dorms, Ginny told Hannah how she threw the book away in the girl's toilet in the first floor. "I threw it at Moaning Myrtle. For at least an hour after I did it my ears were ringing form so her- well, all her moaning." The girls giggled. 

 

As Ginny and Hannah walked to the great hall, Chris caught up with them. "Hello, ladies, " he said with a grin, "I see you two made up." Hannah became very aggitatied. "Leave us alone," Hannah snapped. "Jezz. I thought we were friends, Potter." Ginny looked shocked. He said that just as Harry, Ron, and Hermione passed by. Luckily, the were deep in conversation and did not notice them. Still, Hannah snapped. She pulled her wand and pointed it at his chest.  "NEVER do that again. I can do some advanced spells. It is not below me to jinx you. Don't test me." Hannah's voice was stern and fierce. Then, just as quickly as she went into action, she relaxed. "I'm keeping my eye on you. Your sitting with us." Hannah said, with out thinking about how it would make him feel. 

 

 In the common room after dinner, Ginny was talking to Hannah. "You told HIM?" 

 "Actually, he found out." She handed Ginny the letter.

 "Shot."

" I know. "

"Well, what do we do?"

" We could try to be friends. "

"Okay."

" Okay. "



Chapter 11: Update
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I so sorry i havent written. I just wanted you guys to know im ok. My life has been crazy busy. I wanted to tell you guys that I havent abandoned the story. I will hopefully continue it on wattpad under the username Blocklifangirl(it was the default name, I'm trying to figure out how to change it). It was a little bit easier to use wattpad. I hope you'll try to find me.



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