I don't know how good this idea is but it's one I got....so read the first chapter and just tell me what you think (I know this chapter is well short)



1. The one where he dreams

"I got offered a position playing seeker professionally."

The blond beamed up and him. "That's brilliant. Where?"

The other boy looked at his feet. "Italy," he muttered.

"What?"

"The position's for the Italian team," repeated the dark haired boy, louder this time.

"But...that's in Italy."

"I know."

"Are you going to take it?"

"I don't know. I mean, what am I going to do once we graduate from school?"

The blond's grey eyes looked deep into the opposing green ones. "You're going to take it. I can tell."

The other boy said nothing.

"I'm sure you can play quidditch in England."

"I'm not being offered positions in the starting team in England though."

"So...what's going to happen with us?"

"I don't know. I only have to be in Italy during the quidditch season, and that's only-"

"Ten months long."

"Oh. Well, maybe you can come with me?"

The blond lowered his head. "You know I can't do that."

"I know."

"So you're going to Italy and I'm staying here."

"Does...does this mean it's over?"

The blond nodded, biting back tears. "Yes. I think you should go now. I'll send a house elf over with all your stuff."

"Okay," the green eyed boy agreed, quietly, his heart breaking as he stood. "I'm sorry."

"I know." The blond opened the door for the other boy to walk out of. "Goodbye."

"I love you."

"I know."

And that was it, the door was shut. It was over.



The black haired man sat up in bed, drenched in cold sweat.

'The dream again.'

Yes, that dream he had so often, where he relived the most painful moment of his life. The moment where he thought he would just curl up and die for causing pain to someone so wonderful and beautiful.

That was all in the past. He was eighteen anymore. Far from it. But, even at his 'grand old age' of thirty three, he was still hot and could still pass for mid-twenties. Ten years of professional quidditch could do that to a man.

He glanced at the clock on his bedside table.

3.27am

He sighed loudly. He really had to sleep. Tomorrow school started again and he had a double period first thing, teaching first years. Terrifying really.

He turned on to his side and stared into the darkness. It was at times like these he missed sharing his bed with someone. Someone in particular.

Coming to a decision, the raven haired man pushed himself out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. Pulling off his pajama pants, he steped into the shower and turned on the water, letting the hot beads cascade over his broad, tanned shoulders.

A shower would clean the damp sweat of him and hopefully wash away the remnants of that dream, though it would be back soon enough. It always came back, always the same, always so painful.

Shaking his head under the steady stream, he cleared his mind of such thoughts. Tomorrow it was back to Hogwarts again.

For Harry Potter and his daughter.



So, what do we all think? Is it crappy or should I continue. I also know that all the way through it was obvious who the people were but even so...

Review please