"Harry Potter," McGonogall says. A boy with dark, messy hair and bright green eyes steps up to the sorting hat. You can also see his lightning shaped scar, although it's slightly obscured by his bangs.
Guilt builds in your stomach. Your father, Voldemort, did this to him. Of course, you aren't like him. You often try to sabotage him as much as you can. Although, after you escaped from your home, it's been hard to do so.
"Gryffindor!" The Sorting Hat called out a few minutes later.
"Y/n Riddle."
The hall went silent. Then whispers sprung up like weeds. You expected this. But the look on Harry's face as you put the Sorting Hat on broke your heart. It was a look of pure fear.
But not only that.
A look of loathing.
As soon as the Sorting Hat touched your head, it screamed, "Gryffindor!"
The hall went silent yet again. No one clapped. No one cheered. No one stirred. The only sound was your footsteps as you hesitantly made your way over to the Gryffindor table.
This can't be right, can it? How can you, daughter of Bellatrix and Tom Riddle, be in Gryffindor?
Unfortunately for you, the only open seat was next to Harry Potter. His friends were on the other side of him.
When McGonogall called the next person's name, you said, "I'm so s-sorry for what my dad did to you. I-I never wanted it to happen. Well, I didn't know it was happening, of course, I was a baby, but I want you to know—" He cut of your rambling with four simple words that made your heart flutter and your face flush.
"It's not your fault."
But you can't help but think it is.
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In your fifth year.
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"Great job, everyone!" Harry said to the DA.
All the people there began to leave, but you stayed behind, looking in the mirror. You have no home to go to, so you'll be staying at Hogwarts for Christmas. You guess it won't be so bad. Harry, Ron, and Hermione always have your back.
Suddenly, a warm hand touches your shoulder .
"You okay?" Harry asks, his voice echoing in the empty room.
"Yeah, it's just..." you trail off, "I don't know..."
Harry leans in and his lips almost touch your ear.
"I love you," he whispers.
"I love you too." You pause, "Harry Potter."
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The Slip
FanfictionThe week after Sirius died, Harry is constantly pestered by Snape during potions class. That's when he lets a secret slip. Other short stories If you don't like Harry Potter, skip to the sixth part. I don't own Harry Potter! Most credits to J. K...
