[P] Top Meadow[1][1]

[Annalessa Bordon]

"There's nothing to talk about...we haven't anything in common." *Glancing back, she saw that ' Stan ' had moved closer, and found herself stareing directly into his brilliant Green orbs.*

"You said you wanted to be alone. I'm trying to give you your space."

[Harry Potter]

*Sighs, feeling guilty*

I just didn't expect to see anyone else.

*Licks his lips, trying to be tactful*

You said something about your parents...?

[Annalessa Bordon]

"They're deceased Stan...a Dark Wizard killed them. Though at the time I wasn't aware such people even existed... I was barely a year old." *Annalessa pretended to get lost in her painful memories, her eyes taking on a haunted.. tortured look.*

Another plan formed in her mind, one she was certain would work. A great weakness of the ' Golden Harry Potter '. "The details of that night are blurred. I was only an infant, too young to understand everything. I just remember the door slamming shut, startling me from sleep. Then loud voices, and blinding Green light." Her eyes filled with false tears, as if the memories were overwhelming.

*Turning her face to hide her tears, Annalessa let out a delicate sniffle.*

"I didn't know my parents had been murdered...I was so confused. And no one bothered to explain. I suppose they thought it best for em to remain ignorant."

*Tears fell from her eyes, as she bent her head, her hair falling like a curtian around her, hiding her face from view..*

"I was fifteen, and already on the verge of getting kicked out of the orphanage, as well as the muggle school I went to. I couldn't control my magic. Whenever I got angry things would explode. Other children shunned me out of fear. One day a man named Dumbledor came to me. He was very kind, and patient. He told me everything.. all the things that were kept hidden from me. Including the fact that I was a Witch..."

"He came to the orphanage everyday to talk with me, telling me all about Witches, and Wizards. I knew nothing of the magical world, and was fascinated by all he'd told me. I remember one Wizard he mentioned... who nearly had an identical story to me...A boy named Harry Potter.."

This was the moment that was most important. For either Stan would reveal himself as the legendary hero...or disappointment awaited Annalessa. "Hearing all his adventures, and all his struggles, yet unbreakable determination...brought hope to me. If he could come from such horrible conditions and still accomplish so much...so could I."

*A soft smile came to Annalessa's face*

"I longed to meet him in person. Perhaps share my story with him. I know he would understand me best..."

[Harry Potter]

*Sighs as he listens to her story, reaching out a hesitant hand to place on her shoulders*

Yea... I...

*Gulps, wondering what to say*

I, er, knew him at school... He was quite a cool guy, but you're right; he'd definitely understand you...

*Frowns thinking on his feet*

I think that's why I got on with him so well... Our backgrounds...

*Sighs glancing back at the firewhiskey bottle for a moment*

He can be an idot sometimes though. Perhaps you're better off not knowing him...

[Annalessa Bordon]

*Looking up into his eyes, Annalessa stared deep into the bottomless depths*

"Flaws are what make us human, Stan. And honestly...I think they make us quite beautiful. I don't want perfection, a perfect hero. Or even a hero at all...I want someone I can relate to. Who I know makes mistakes just like I do..."

[Harry Potter]

*Gives a little shakey smile*

Well, you can always talk to me... I'm far from perfect...

[Annalessa Bordon]

*Offering a small smile, Annalessa looked away*

"I won't burden you with my problems. I'm sure you have enough of your own..."

*Laughing lightly, she shook her head*

"You know as strange as it sounds...talking to you...almost feels as if I am talking to Harry. I mean..I've never met him before, but from what Dumbledor told me of him, your personalities are alike. Very shy, kind and humble.."

*Glancing back towards Stan, Annalessa frowned*

"I sound like a fan girl don't I?"

[Harry Potter]

*Laughs, giving a little nod*

You do a bit, but don't worry, I'm kinda used to it...

*Stops short, realising what he's said*

I mean, loads of people talk about Harry like that... I used to hear it all the time when we were at school together...

[Annalessa Bordon]

Her patience was starting to wear thin. The night would soon be gone, and she would have to be back in school before anyone was up.

*Tired of waiting for him to reveal himself, since she was now certain this was indeed Harry Potter, Annalessa reached out swiftly, and swept her fingertips across ' Stans ' forehead lightly. Moving his hair aside, ultimately revealing lightening bolt scar Harry Potter was famous for*

*A gasp escaped her, as her eyes widened in disbelief.* "You're H-him? Harry Potter." I've got you now my little Gryffindor, she smirked internally. Still she felt a little foolish. Why hadn't she just brushed his hair aside at first? It certainly would’ve saved a lot of trouble, and time.

[Harry Potter]

*Jerks his head away from her touch but not in time*

*Pushes himself to his feet, scrambling away from her*

What the hell did you do that for?!

*Glares at her, getting ready to disapparate*

Have a nice life, Annalessa...

[Annalessa Bordon]

*Surprised at his violent reaction, Annalessa only stared at him a moment, before getting to her feet as well, thinking up a quick lie*

"I could barely see your eyes!...how was I to know you were hiding your identity?"

*She walked towards him, her eyes begging him to stay*

"I'm sorry...it was a natural reaction...I swear I won't tell anyone Harry." No one but the Dark Lord. "Just please don't leave.. I've wanted to meet you all my life, and finally I have! No wonder it was so easy to talk with you... please don't leave..."

[Harry Potter]

*Carries on glaring at her*

You had no right to do that! I was talking to you, trying to help...

*Groans, turning and walking back to pick up his firewhiskey bottle*

Last time I try to talk to someone.

*Takes a swig of the firewhiskey, glaring at her again over the rim of the bottle*

Perhaps I said I was Stan Shunpike because it's a lot safer that people don't know who I am. You could get killed for just being seen with me!

[Annalessa Bordon]

"I made a simple mistake...you're not the only one who's allowed to screw up Harry."

*Her eyes turned cold, her temper beginning to rise.*

Surprisingly his words did hurt a little, a fact she was disgusted to admit even to herself. Never in all her years, did Annalessa expect to hear such a harsh, and cold tone from Harry Potter of all people.

It was a startling revelation, just how screwed up things were now days. "Perhaps it would've been best I'd never met you...at least then my dreams wouldn't be crushed."

[Harry Potter]

Yea, well, perhaps it would have been! How am I ever supposed to live up to your stupid fangirl image of me?!

*Wrinkles his nose and takes another gulp of the firewhiskey, wincing as the Dark Mark twinges on his left arm, a little of the amber liquid spilling from the bottle*

[Annalessa Bordon]

"It wasn't so stupid before I found out who you really were..." She hissed out through clenched teeth. If it was an argument he wanted, then he would get it. Annalessa would play her role to the end, hit him in his weak spots as he was trying to do to her.

"Life is really backwards these days isn't it? Great wizards like Dumbledore would die to protect ignorant, selfish fools like yourself.. while you continue to dig your own grave, letting the world go to hell...hiding away behind false identities. Having the nerve to say it's for everyone else best interests!"

*Annalessa stalked towards Harry, and snatched the bottle from his hand*

"I see right through you Potter."

*She threw the bottle against the tree, satisfied to hear the sound of glass shattering*

"You're all about saving your own a***! It isn't us you're looking out for, you're just too much of a coward to face the responsibility of being the ' Boy Who Lived ' so you hide!"