Ours(Harry Potter Love Story)

The Truth

Telling me to go, but hands beg me to stay. You're lips say that you love, you're eyes that you hate. There's truth in you're lies, doubt in you're faith. All I've got's what you didn't take. So I! I won't be the one. Be the one to leave this, in pieces. And you! You will be alone, alone with all you're secrets, and regrets. Don't lie.

In pieces by Linkin Park
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10 years later~
Melodia's POV
Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!
"Wake up!"
Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!
Ugh, everyday I have to wake up to this. If it weren't for my best friend Harry, I think I would've gone mad living with these idiots. I know I sound mean but they deserve it. They've been mean to Harry and I for 10 years! 10 YEARS! I think I have the right to call them idiots. Anyway, let me introduce myself. I'm Melodia Neptunia, and I live with my best friend Harry Potter. I've lived with him my whole life, so I know when something's wrong with him and I know how he feels most of the time. We've been through everything together, well so far everything I mean we are only ten. Our birthdays are on the same day ironic considering how close we are. Even when we were born we were best friends. I don't remember much of my time as a baby but I remember crying and holding onto Harry with all my strength. My grip as a baby was strong and firm, I wouldn't let go unless I wanted to let go. My grip is still as strong, but I haven't cried since that night. The Dursleys told me my parents got drunk, went swimming in a lake and drowned. I was sad but had to be strong, so I never cried. I always told myself "You cry, you lose", so I never cry. I always had Harry to go to when I was sad and he always cheers me up, so I never really get the chance to cry. When I was four years old, I realized I was in love with Harry. Everyone told me it was just puppy love, but I thought otherwise. I still do think otherwise and I still love him. Throughout my kid years, my love for him grew stronger and stronger, as did our friendship. But of course, like every other girl, I'm afraid of rejection and so I've never told him how I feel, but that's ok. I know I'll tell him someday. Anyway, you're probably wondering what I look like so here's my description. I have long, thick, blue hair, that's right I said BLUE hair! People think its dyed, but its not. My mum had blue hair as well, so I'm proud of my hair. Anyways, I have long, thick, blue hair that runs down my shoulders all the way down to my ankles, which is why I usually tie it in a long braid down my back. I have(as Harry says) big, chocolate brown eyes that seem to shimmer in the light. I wear tank tops almost all the time, along with boy shorts. And whenever I go out I wear sandals. Oh I almost forgot, ever since I was born I always wore a pink lily in my hair, it's been the same lily for ten years and it's never wilted once. Somehow it stays alive, even in winter! Harry says it's because I'm a wonderful person, but honestly I don't know. Oh yeah you must be wondering what I'm doing with the Dursleys! Well, a couple of weeks after I was born my parents died, I was taken to the Potter's house to live with them, and that same night, Harry's parents died as well, in a car crash. When we were found, I was crying and holding onto Harry. They couldn't separate us, because of three reasons: 1. My grip. 2. When they tried to separate us we started crying louder. And the third reason alludes me to this day. We were dropped off on the door step of none other then the Dursleys sleeping and still holding each other. Oh and Harry's the nephew of Petunia and Vernon Dursley and the cousin of they're dim-witted son Dudley. Anyway, back to the present. The tapping was Mrs. Dursley's fingers tapping on the door to the cupboard Harry and I live in. Yeah, that's right. We live in a cupboard with barely enough room for both of us. I got up off of Harry(keep in mind we are in a small cupboard) and extended my hand to help him up. He took my hand and I handed him his glasses. I opened the cupboard door only to be kicked in the head by Dudley(the Dursley's son)and a door to be slammed in my face. When he kicked me, he also sent me backwards causing my head to collide with Harry's. "Ow. Sorry. Are you okay?" We said in unison. We smiled and laughed a bit. "Come on. We don't want to make them angry by not making them breakfast." I said still smiling. See that's the thing with Harry, just by smiling he can cheer me up or calm me down. We walked out of the cupboard and into the kitchen. "You there, make bacon and pancakes and try not to burn anything." Said Mrs.Dursley. I nodded, rolling my eyes when she looked away. I started with the pancakes. I could make them like I normally would for Harry, but they don't deserve it so I'll make them dull, boring, old pancakes. Harry however, I'll make him my wonderful, full of flavor, tasty pancakes. I finished the pancakes and handed Harry the bad ones to give to the Dursleys. Then, I handed Harry the batch for him and I. While he worked with the Dursleys, I finished the bacon. When Harry came back I gave him the bacon and he set it on the table. Mrs. Dursley put her hands over Dudley's eyes and said "I want everything to be perfect, for my Dudley's special day!" "Bring me my coffee, boy!" Barked Mr. Dursley at Harry. If I could I'd thump him on the back of his head. "Yes uncle Vernon." Harry said sadly. Mrs. Dursley removed her hands from Dudley's eyes. "Oh aren't they wonderful dear?" Said Mrs. Dursley smiling. Dudley looked back at her, "How many are there?" He asked rudely. "Thirty-six, counted them myself." Replied Mr. D."THIRTY-SIX?! BUT LAST YEAR, LAST YEAR I HAD THIRTY-SEVEN!" Dudley shouted. "Yeah, but some of them are quite a bit bigger than last year." Said Mr. D. "I DON'T CARE HOW BIG THEY ARE!" shouted Dudley once again. Harry and I rolled our eyes. He's lucky he even gets presents. Spoiled, little, brat. "Hey, hey. You see here's what we're going to do. When we go out, we're going to buy you two new presents. How's that sound pumpkin?" Mrs. D said quickly. We finished breakfast, and walked outside to the car. Dudley and Mrs. D got in the car Harry and I however, couldn't because Mr. D closed the door and started threatening us. "I'm warning you two now. Any funny business, any at all and you won't have meals for a week. Get in." And with that we all got in the car. We were at the zoo in minutes and were staring at a snake who seemed to be sleeping. Dudley was getting mad at it. "Make him move." He said. Mr. D tapped slightly on the glass. "Move." He said. Dudley banged on the glass so hard I'm surprised his hand didn't break. "MOVE!" He shouted at it. "He's asleep!" Harry and I said in unison. We started doing that when we were five. That's why people mistake us for brother and sister sometimes. We know what the other is thinking and feeling. Back to the present. "He's boring." Dudley said and walked away. "Sorry about him." Harry started, "He doesn't understand what it's like. Lying there day after day." I continued. "Watching people press they're ugly faces in on you." He finished. The snake slithered and hissed, in agreement. Wait a sec... Can it hear us and understand us?!? Harry had made my question heard by asking. The snake just nodded. This is amazing! I mean I've never talked to a snake before! Harry said the same out loud. "Do you talk to people often?" I asked. It shook its head no. Harry asked about his home and his family, turns out his breed's in captivity. We would've continued to talk if Dudley hadn't pushed Harry out of his way and on top of me. I blushed and so did he. He got up, a bit angry at Dudley. I was too. Dudley had his face and hands pressed up against the glass when suddenly the glass disappeared like magic! And then to make matters worse for Dudley, all the water came shooting out at him. Harry and I laughed and the snake came down and I'm pretty sure he hissed a 'thanks' then slithered out. Dudley stood up and put his hand up and his hand touched the glass except he was on the other side! I fell over laughing along with Harry. Then, Mr. D saw us. We stopped laughing immediately. When we got back to the house, Mr. D grabbed our hair and asked what happened. It hurt. Harry replied "We don't know! One minute the glass was there and then it wasn't and the water shot up at Dudley! It was like magic!" Mr. D shoved Harry and I into the cupboard locked it and said "There's no such thing as magic!" The next day when Harry got the mail, he came back with two letters and handed one to me. It was signed: 'To Melodia June Neptunia. Living in the Little Cupboard, on Number Four, Privet Drive, Little Whining Surrey' that was all I got to read because Dudley snatched it and Harry's letter before either of us got to open it. He kept it high in the air away from us and said "Dad, look Harry and Melodia got letters!" "Hey, give it back it's mine!" Harry and I said together. Mr. D chuckled along with his wife and said "Yours? Who would be writing to you two?" He flipped them over and his smile disappeared. The next day four more letters appeared, and Mr. D ripped them all. He also drilled on a piece of metal onto the mail slot. It would keep the mail from coming. More and more letters kept coming and with them owls. So many owls were outside in the area. Some were even on the car! Mr. D tried to make them leave but they did nothing. They just sat there on the car. He burned the letters right in front of us with a smile. The next day Mr. D was odd and looked as though he had gone mad. "Fine day. In my opinion, best day of the week. Why is that Dudley?" He said. "Because there's no post on Sundays?" Harry answered. "Right you are Harry! No post on Sundays. Ha! No blasted letters today! Not one single bloody letter! Nope!" Mr. D said. Harry and I noticed a coo of an owl and looked outside while they were distracted. There sat an owl and many more. Many, MANY more. "Nope! Not one blasted little-" Mr. D was interrupted by a letter hitting his face. Then, the room began to shake. Mr. D covered his ears, and then letters began shooting out of the the fire place, then the mail slot. Harry and I ran to grab one of our letters. We each got one and ran for the cupboard. Unfortunately, Mr. D ran after us. We tried to open the cupboard and get in but before we could do that Mr. D grabbed us. "They're my letters! Let go of me!" Harry and I screamed. "We're going away! Far away! Where they can't find us!" Mr. D yelled. "Daddy's gone mad hasn't he?!?" Dudley exclaimed. The next thing I knew we were at some creepy place in a lighthouse, and in a few minutes it would be Harry and I's eleventh birthday. Dudley was asleep on the couch with his arm hanging out. While Harry and I were left to sleep on the floor. It doesn't matter though we're not paying attention. We drew a birthday cake that said 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HARRY AND MELODY!' out of the dust on the floor. Melody is the name Harry and ONLY Harry can and does call me. He's called me Melody since we were four years old. Suddenly, Dudley's watch beeped. It was midnight, we are officially eleven year olds. "Make a wish Harry/Melody." We said to each other. And together we blew out the dust candles. That's when the door banged and banged. Soon all the Dursleys were up and downstairs. I was in the shadow of a corner with Harry, Dudley was behind his mother whimpering, and Mr. D had a gun! The door banged one more time and a giant-ish man walked in. He had broken the door! "Sorry 'bout that" he said. I giggled a bit but it died down. "I demand you leave at once! You are breaking and entering!" Mr. D said. The man rolled his eyes and walked over to Mr. D and his gun. "Dry up, Dursley, you big prune!" He said and... BENT HIS GUN! One thing I have to say...AWESOME!!! "I haven't seen you since you were a baby Harry but you're a bit more along then I would've expected particularly right in the middle! But where's little Melodia?" He asked. Dudley stuttered, "I-I'm not Harry." "I am." Harry said coming out of the shadows. "Well, o' course yeh are! But where's Melodia?" He asked once more. Harry grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the shadows. The man's eyes went wide and then he smiled and said "You're not little Melodia anymore. You're too big for that name now. Oi! I got somethin' for yeh, afraid I might have sat on it at some point but I imagine it'll taste fine the same. Made it myself, words and all." He took out from one of his pockets a white box with blue ribbon around it. Inside was a pink cake with the words 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY AND MELODIA!' The cake was smushed but it's the thought that counts. Harry and I smiled and said "Thank you." "It's not everyday your young man and woman turn eleven, now is it?" The man said as he sat down on the couch. He took out a pink umbrella and pointed at the fireplace. Out of the umbrella shot two flames. It was amazing! It was like magic! Hey, maybe he's a wizard! Harry set the box on the table and we walked over to him. "E-Excuse me," Harry started, "Who are you?" I finished. "Rubeus Hagrid, keeper of keys and grounds at Hogwarts. O' course, you know all about Hogwarts." Hagrid said. "Sorry. No." Harry and I said. "No? Blimey, haven't you two wondered where your parents went to learn at all?" Hagrid said. "About what?" Harry said. "Yer a wizard, Harry an' Melodia's a witch." We're what?" Harry and I said in unison. "A wizard and a witch and yer both thumpin' good ones at that!" Hagrid said. "No, you've made a mistake." Harry said. "I can't be a witch. I'm Melodia, just Melodia." I said. I was so shocked. It's not possible. I can't be a witch... Can I?
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Alright first of all I'd like to give a big thanks to HpEvanescencelover1D for giving me the courage to actually post this chapter so thanks! Secondly, I know some parts are different but I still think it's good. And lastly I've been REALLY busy with school so that's why I haven't posted in a bit, so sorry about that. Oh and I've been wondering, should I put Harry's POV in sometimes or just leave it in Melodia's POV? Anyways look forward to more chapters soon!

~rainbow