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I know I'm writing another story called Let Us Live Happily, also another TomXHarry, but if i don't upload one I will upload the other. These two stories are my priority!
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No, Harry Potter is not mine.
I know that how the speech is more advanced than how Gypsies and Pirates had their slang. But I don't have the patience to write with all the apostrophes. Also, I am aware that this story is relatively towards the end of Piracy and the beginning of Gypsies. But for the story can we pretend that they were both very common during these years? Thank you.
Speaking
Thoughts
Chapter 1
Wild Night
July 31, 1718. Blackpool, England.
The night was pitch black for the moon was covered by clouds; blocking the light and darkening the dirt road. The wind blew from all directions as the scent of fog slowly swept under your senses. The leaves rustled and wind whistled, but beyond those sounds you could hear a faint yell of pain that came from the end of the road. On the end of this darkened road was a small shack housing four adults from the cold, and one of them was a pregnant woman. That same woman panted heavily in the quiet room; her friend on her right side of the bed while her husband stood on the left side holding her hand in his; a Doctor by the name of Remus sat between her legs.
"Come on Lily one more good push and the baby's out!" the man with rusty coloured hair said; towel ready for when the babe was pushed out.
The woman, named Lily, nodded her head and grabbed her husbands hand squeezing tight as her friend patted her sweaty forehead with a wet cloth.
"James Potter! I swear I'm going to make you feel this pain one way, or another!" she growled out between pants.
James gulped as his wife glared at him with deadly green eyes he knew she would complete the promise. When Remus said 'Push' she let out a gut ripping scream and fell against the bed in relief as a baby's wail was heard.
Sirius and James shared a grin when Remus stood holding a baby in his arms. The rusty haired man smiled down sweetly at his godchild before handing the small baby into a proud fathers arms.
"It's a boy."he said
James grinned down at his son; feeling his heart jump in happiness that the baby's eyes were turning a luminous shade of green he had fell in love with once before; and his son's skin was a little red, but that was normal of newborns. The new father held the small infant close to him and marveled the way his son was taking after his mother. Turning his hazel eyes toward his smiling wife he said,
"He looks so much like you."
Lily smiled at her child- who was currently grasping his papa's shirt- then meet James' eyes. Smiling at him she said,
"His name shall be Harrian James Potter."
Hazel eyes softened as he looked down to his sleeping babe; he gave a kiss to Harrian one last time before handing the infant to his wife.
Sirius, the baby's other godfather, moved to see Harrian closer. His blue eyes shining at how the baby boy gurgled up at him; tiny fingers clasping and unclasping.
"He has your hair Jamie," stated Sirius with a smirk.
Lily rolled her eyes- secretly praying her son would only receive James' hair color- and smacked her friend before she ran her fingers over Harrian's scalp.
"I hope not!" Lily exclaimed as when she looked up to her husband. James pouted, but gave her a kiss.
"Don't worry Lil's. He got his looks from his mother, I can tell." James murmured.
The mother blushed at the comment and cradled her baby; humming a lullaby. His best friends all smiled down at the mother and child; James felt he was the happiest man just looking down at the picture his family made.
"We're going to have to beat the girls away with sticks," Sirius said to his oldest friend. The man turned with a raised eyebrow.
"You mean the boys," James then said with a smirk, "And with bat's."
"How do you know-"
James and Sirius turned to look at the infant. His son was an looking exactly like Lily; cupid shaped rose coloured lips, large doe eyes with long thick lashes, and Harrian was born smaller than normal infant boys.
"Oh..." Sirius murmured.
James grunted and began to massage his temples; thoughts on when Harrian would grow up. Sirius patted his best friend on the back sympathetically. James then smiled as he walked over to sit next to his wife, arm around her shoulders, and kissed her sweetly as they both gazed down at their child.
Remus walked other to his lover and grabbed his hand; Sirius smiled at the rusty haired man and nodded to let the family have a moment alone. When the couple left the room Lily said in a soft tone,
"Do you think HE will come after us?"
James lifted his hand and traced his sons features.
"I don't doubt it."
Lily leaned her head against the man; eyes watering.
"Oh James, how will we live peacefully knowing someone's after us?"
The black haired man stared at the sleeping infant and closed his eyes; thoughts on the power hungry madman.
"We'll manage Lily. After all, I left my kingdom silently so we can travel around the world together."
The red headed woman held Harrian closer; feeling the need to protect him any way possible. Her eyes meet james' and he smiled reassuringly.
"James, don't do anything stupid. Harry will need you."
"I pr-"
The door slammed open and Sirius ran in; interrupting James' promise.
"Dumbledore's coming!"
Husband and wife looked at each other; fear in their eyes.
That same night an old man with a long white beard attacked the shack with his soldiers. James the only on inside- since he had helped his wife, son, and friends pack to leave. Sirius had tried to stay, but the King of Gryffindor convinced him not to; It was his kingdom and family to protect, he had said. James then sent them off into the woods with a sad smile as his wife looked back at him; red flaming hair blowing in the wind; infant cradled close; and tears down her cheeks as she disappeared into the woods darkness. That was what he thought of when Dumbledore thrust a sword into his chest; blaming the notorious pirate, Captain Voldemort, on James' death.
Dumbledore had always despised Gypsies and was disgusted when the King of Gryffindor had fallen in love with one; Lily Evens. He had tried to reason with James, saying her dancing seduced him into sin with her. But the King had already gone off and married her. Never learning Lily had given birth, he had given up on searching for the Gypsy after a year; he then declared himself King and began cleaning the streets of the wicked. Thankfully Lily, Harry, Sirius, and Remus were safe traveling from England to Bulgaria.
Time flew over the last 16 years and Harry had learned in the world of the Gypsies; traveling with his makeshift family. They traveled in 2 wagons, some sheep, and horses. Harry though had a special pet named Hedwig; she was an owl. Since they had all these animal and two wagons the family they had special jobs to do.
Remus was their Doctor as well as cook.
Sirius handled the wagons and animals.
Sybill Trelawney earned money with her fortune telling and also sewed.
Lily used to also earn money by dancing, but had soon taught Harry the works and tricks; now she cooked and cleaned.
As Harry grew up he began to help with the animals as well as dance; earning them money along with Neville, Luna, and Hermione as his musicians.
Now that leads us to where Harry and his friends were. 16 years later.
June, 1. 1734. Nesebur, Bulgaria.
The sun was warm against your skin as you walked down the coast of the beach with little shops and stands facing towards the blue ocean. As you continued down the coast you would see crowd of people that stood in front of a stand selling fruit. They stood-mostly men- watching a young teen sway his hips, his long colorful choppy skirt jingled to the music from the coins attached; as did his short top. Long ebony hair fell in waves around an elegant face. Full rose petal lips smiled at strangers who looked in awe at the siren before their eyes; dancing away with bare feet. Luminous doe emerald eyes beckoned you foward to watch the alluring slim figure and place your coins in a tambourine.
The siren's hips shimmied and rolled in a seducing manner; green eyes looked under lashes at the men with a small smile on his red lips; moving his hands in elegant circles around his head; the siren moved his hips and rolled his chest in a sensuous rhythm. The song slowly came to an end; music died and his hips slowed. Placing his hands on his waist; he bowed when the song was finally over and walked over grinning with his friends as they saw how many coins they had collected; Hedwig hooted happily as she flew to the teen's shoulder.
Luna put down her pan pipe and said with a misty look in her grey eyes.
"I wish I could dance like that Harry."
Harry and Hermione giggled together at the way Luna's boyfriend blushed when the thought of her dancing entered his mind. Hermione continued to giggle as she swept up her small violin; her brown eyes meeting green.
"I don't think Neville could handle the intensity Luna."
Luna tilted her head when Harry burst out laughing; clutching his sides. Neville stood with his kobza and sighed at his best friend. The teen with the long skirt went over and hugged the shy boy.
"Oh, you know we mean well."
Neville rolled his eyes and smiled at his short friend; his girlfriend blinked her eyes at him, he knew she was lost. Hermione was about to comment when she saw her best friend stare-once again- at a stranger that was down near the water eating an apple.
She went and stood next to Harry who had a certain glint in his eyes that she had never seen before. The beautiful boy's eyes never wavered from the mysterious man that looked to be in his mid-thirties.
"You should go talk to him." she suggested.
A smirk lifted her lips when the teen blushed and ducked his head. But still looked up to gaze at the man. The man was extremely tall and strong looking with dark brown hair pulled in a ponytail falling over his broad shoulders covered by a white long sleeved shirt with billowing sleeves which tucked into black coloured pants that were secured with a belt holding his sword; and the pants were tucked into black leather boots.
"He's very handsome." he whispered.
She was about to comment back when she saw two soldiers walk towards them; evil smirks on their faces. Gasping she pulled her friend away.
"Guys lets go! Soldiers!"
Neville, Luna, and Hermione secured their instruments. Harry was busy placing the money in a bag from his tambourine when Hermione yelled at him to run. He was too late because two large figures stepped in front of him covered in shiny metal. The soldiers stared him down with lustful looks on their faces and Harry knew he wouldn't be able to get out of this mess without some help.
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This story just popped into my head when I was hearing Shakira's, My Hips Don't Lie. I think it's a good story so far. What about you? It really helps me to know you want me to continue; please review to let me now you want the next chapter.
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