A/N: Written in 2006 for the Song Challenge on the Fire&Ice community on livejournal. Tidied up and edited (I seemed to have been inordinately fond back then of exclamation marks and ellipses, most of which you'll be relieved to hear have now been purged from the page). Title and inspiration from the song of the same name by Darren Hayes.
(This was also the story that made me suspect that I failed spectacularly at writing short stories)
Relax Upon Your Rules
Prologue. In which Harry makes a very interesting discovery...
There it was again. That look.
Interesting.
So, maybe not overly unusual in itself; glares were often sent in that direction from that same source. But this time it was different. This time it wasn't a glare. This time it was something else entirely.
See, right there. There they were, those eyes again. Searching. Always in the same direction, always the same destination.
Now, if Harry could just decipher the meaning behind them.
His first thought had been that maybe he was trying to decide where to hide the body.
Over the course of time, this had gradually morphed into bloody hell, he's trying to decide the best way to acquire the body.
Only to come to the final shocking conclusion of oh good God,he wants to keep the body.
Shit. Not good, very, very not good.
And Jesus H Voldemort exactly how was Harry going to break this news to the "body"?
Oh yeah, seventh year was definitely off to a bumpy start.