Dare You To Move

Chapter Four

"So, in short, you received a diary, got told that James Potter was not your father and in all actuality, Tony Stark is and then to top off an already complicated situation, you've met your soulmate who just so happens to be the Norse God of Thunder. Lightning and in some stories, God of Fertility as well...Well…this is quite the predicament you've gotten yourself into, isn't it?"

Sydney sighed, her arms crossed as she watched her best friend paced backwards and forwards. She sat at a dining table that was in Thor's kitchen, the God having been banished into his room by Hermione so that she could have words with her best friend. There had been a moment of panic from the God, even going so far as to summon his hammer, Mjolnir, and Jarvis, but Sydney soon put a stop to that, calming the God down, and calling off the cavalry that Jarvis had wanted to send. And so, Sydney sat at the table, dressed and looking tired but listening intently to Hermione.

"Well, I didn't exactly bring it upon myself you know. It's much as a shock to me than it is to you. Both the father issue and soulmate issue."

Hermione stopped pacing and looked at Sydney.

"I know you didn't, but…it's just…why didn't you come to me? You and I have been through so much, and then you didn't say anything, and I had to snoop! And you know I hate to snoop! Well, not really but you know what I mean. Why didn't you trust me enough to come to me for this?"

Sydney took a breath, leaning forward and placing her hands on the table.

"It wasn't about you. A diary turns up, written by my dead mother and changes my life. And not in a good way, but in a way where everything I've been through, all I've learned…it was for nothing. So please, please forgive me if I didn't feel up to telling anybody. I just wanted to get to the bottom of it, and then dealt with."

Hermione placed her hands on the back of a chair, leaning forwards.

"So, why not tell me? I could've helped."

"I don't doubt that, but if this was to get out, and the magical community knew about this, there would be an uproar and answers would have been demanded. How can I explain something I don't know myself?"

Hermione frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"The prophecy, Hermione. I had that bloody thing drilled into my head by Albus bloody Dumbledore stating that I was the 'Chosen One' because Voldemort chose me as his equal. But Tony Stark is my father, so really, I am not his equal. My mother was a muggleborn and my father is a muggle and I have no connections, or affiliations with James Potter whatsoever. So really, the prophecy was a load of shit. It all could have been avoided…"

"And someone else would have been in your place. I get that this changes things, but if Voldemort didn't pick you, someone else would have been in your position. And you're wrong. The prophecy did apply to you. It stated that a child born to parents that trice defeated the Dark Lord and while James Potter isn't your father, he still was on paper and thus, you were born. But I get your reasoning. Your mother lied…she lied, Syd…and you have the right to be angry."

Sydney stood up. "Of course I have a bloody right! I wonder if he knew…James…I wonder if he knew that I wasn't his daughter. My whole life could have been avoided if my mother had spoken the truth. I could have been raised in America and-"

"And Neville Longbottom would have been the Boy Who Lived…"

Sydney paused, the words stopping her rant. She sighed, sitting back down again and crossing her arms.