The Betrayal of Hayley Potter {UNDER MAJOR REVISION}

Ch. 12 ~ I am Hayley Lillian Potter, Harry!

A/N: So it has come to my attention that I made some booboos. . .  how about we just say, I meant to do that!  No, I'm saying, now. . . oopsies.  But I going with some advice from someone, I forgot their whole username right now, but it starts like hannahbanana. . .  Well, anyhoo, going with their advice, I will use my iPod to write down notes and stuff as I go along, seeing as I'll have nothing better to do. . .  So thank you for that!

But, still, until I get to somewhere with wi-fi, this is the last chapter for a little while.  There should be wi-fi in the hotel, but if not, I'm telling you now, I'll write ASAP.

~Aleia :)

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_______________{The day before Slughorn's Christmas Party}_______________

"You still haven't found anyone to go with you, yet?" Harry asked suspiciously.  He scowled at no one in particular.  "I hate to say this, but if it weren't for that scum bag being. . . well, a scum bag, you would've gone with him. . . wouldn't you?"

I nodded hesitantly, wondering what he was getting at.

"Then," he continued, "you wouldn't have gone with me, now would you?"  Harry broke out into a grin, as if to say, How about it?

I grinned back and nodded.  "Are you implying you want to take your dear sister to Slughorn's party?"  I rose my eyebrows, mocking how he looked a few seconds ago.

"Bingo," Harry said, a weird smile playing on his lips.  Then he walked over and took my hand.  "Hayley Molly Potter, would you do the honors in escorting your unworthy brother to Professor Slughorn's intimate get-together?"

I tried to hold back laughter as I realized he missed something.  "Um, Harry?"

He nodded enthusiasticly, but I knew he didn't mean to be.  He was just excited.  I don't think he even noticed.

"That's not my middle name,"  I said as seriously as I could. 

"Hmm?" he asked, slightly confused, yet still buzzed.

"My middle name isn't Molly."  I looked at him suspiciously.

No way!  How come he didn't tell me?!  And does she know?  Oh my gosh, she probably doesn't know!

"Oh my gosh, Harry!" I shrieked.  "How could you not tell me you were in love with Ginny?"

I leaned closer to him in my chair.  (Well, I guess I didn't tell you where we were at, did I?  We weren;t anywhere special.  Just the Gryffindor common room.)  I could feel the fire's heat next to me.  It was nice and relaxing.  Just what I needed.

"I, uh. . . H-how did you, uh. . ." he stuttered.  A lot.  And when he looked up at me, he was blushing fiercely.

"How did I know?"  I finished.  I stood up and paced, while explaining myself.  "Well, I've seen the way you've looked at her lately.  Like she's a goddess or an angel or something.  So I've had a hunch for a little while.  But right now, that really sealed the deal."

"Wh-what do you m-mean?" he asked, still stuttering.  Gosh was he embarrassed.  He should've known I'd figure it out.  I mean, we have, like, a sibling ESP, or something.

"I mean," I went on, "that, like I said before, my middle name isn't Molly. . . But Ginny's is!"

He blushed again.  "Oh, really?  I had no idea!"  He was trying to cover it up.  It was no match for Hayley the Awesome Twin.

I eyed him.  I pushed my glasses up as they slide down the bridge of my nose.  Normally I wear contacts, but I've been lazy lately. . .

"Why don't you just ask her, instead of this charity case?" I said, motioning to me.

In the past few months, I have lost about 15 pounds, and it's shown.  All of my robes are too baggy.  My hair has grown dull.  My eyesight has definitely gotten worse because I haven't put my contacts in.  And I have bags under my eyes.  All in all, I look terrible. 

And all because of Malfoy.  That bastard.

"She's already going with Dean," he replied solemnly, breaking me out of my mind-rampage.  "Besides," he perked up a little, "I couldn't let my beautiful sister go all alone, now could I?  What kind of brother would I be then?"

I punched his arm and cracked up laughing.  He laughed along with me.  I turned in my chair and stared at the fire.  We stayed like that for a while.  And the last thing I remember was Harry putting a blanket on me as I drifted off.

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I slipped on my gown and looked at myself in the mirror.  I looked exactly like I had at the Yule Ball except a different hairstyle and I looked depressed.

But, hey, with the man that killed your parents on the loose, what do you expect?  Flowers and butterflies?  Yeah, I didn't think so.  Not to mention the fact that your heart just got broken.

I smiled as Ginny and Hermione walked into the dorms, looking as beautiful as ever.  They smiled back.

I decided not to go with Harry.  I told him that I was contagious and I didn't want to give him my "Dark Cloud" disease.  He, reluctantly, agreed.

And so, Ginny, Hermione, and I walked arm-in-arm, to Slughorn's party.

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The only interesting part of the party was when Filch came bursting through the doors dragging Malfoy.  At once, Snape charged out of the room pulling Malfoy by the ear.

I decided to follow.  Just unknown.

I looked around the corner and saw Snape shooting daggers at Malfoy.

"What the bloody hell is your problem?" Snape huffed.  "How can you be so stupid?  I made an unbreakable vow.  I promised your mother I'd keep you safe and you go and pull something so stupid?  How dare you?"

Malfoy muttered something I couldn't hear and was dragged down another hallway, leaving me wondering what the bloody hell was going on.

Well, I would find out soon enough.  Yes, I would.

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A/N: So it's 3:00 am right now and I have to leave in nearly three hours for my trip. . . Wish me luck on that one! 

Anyhoo, tell me what you thought!  And remember, vote and fan and all that good stuff. . . I'm counting on you!  For what reason, I have no clue.  But I am still counting on you!

~Aleia :)