"We are not talking about this now," I say, with a sulk in my voice and a pout on my lips.

"Well, we're going to have to talk about it sometime." Harry says, exasperatedly reasons.

I give a put-upon sigh and roll my eyes, gazing stoically ahead. "Listen, I like you. But I just can't see myself in a long distance relationship. We're going to lose interest in each other. We're going to have different interests from each other. We should just break it off now because it's not like you know if you're even going to be coming back."

Harry didn't say anything for a while and when I sneaked a peak at him, his jaw was clenched and his eyes were fixated onto the road. He seemed like a statue when the lights finally turned green and he pressed on the gas. With a sigh, I turned away from his face lest he catch me staring at him.

This was why I swore to never have a summer fling as long as I continued to live in the state of Georgia. 9 out of 10 of the people you hook up with, would be leaving by the time summer ends. Harry lived in England so that meant paying for phone cards to keep in touch. It's too bad because I could actually see myself with him for a long time.

Soft snoring in the background reminded me of my 2-year-old brother, Dev, who was sleeping in his car seat. Harry was driving us back to our house in Acworth from the carnival (and his hotel) in Atlanta.

After a few, almost unbearably, silent minutes, when a huge metal wall came down in one of those tunnels on the highway, blocking everyone from the exit. A few people continued driving and ended up crashing into the wall or into other drivers, causing mass mania. Harry drove as close to the side of the tunnel as possible to try and avoid getting hit. A voice with a heavy french accent vibrated suddenly throughout the entire tunnel.

"Everyone en this tunnel is randomly being vérifié for arsenal. You will be asked for I.D if we find pistolet in your possession. If a gun is found in your possession... well... vol de mort."

A few people who obviously had guns with no permit ran from their cars. Harry leaned back in his seat as if stunned for a few seconds before diving into the backseat where my brother was and reached underneath the seat and got out a shimmering silver cloak which he threw over himself after placing Dev on his lap.

"I swear I'll explain later but you need to come underneath this cloak with us." He stared at me with a pleading look as if afraid I wouldn't heed him. And he should be, after an odd request like that.

I glanced back at them with an expressionless look before opening my door. I heard Harry yell my name in a panic while I opened his glove compartment and scattered a bunch of things to make it look like someone was frantically searching for something before slipping into the back. I crawled to the back to open the door where the car seat was and positioned myself so Dev was on my lap and I was on Harry's, facing him. I heard Harry's soft gush of relief as I rested my head on the junction between his neck and shoulder as he tightened his arms around me, bringing me that much closer. It was silent, except for doors slamming, cars honking and people yelling, for a while before I spoke.

"Your last name is Potter instead of Pengington, right? That's why you went all 'get under the cloak' when he said Voldemort." I felt him stiffen underneath me.

"I suppose you should know that I can do magic too." To prove it to him, I said 'Impendo' and we both watched as his invisibility cloak expanded to fit all of us without my legs all bunched up on Harry's lap. His eyes widened slightly before he turned to look at me.

"How did you do that without a wand?"

"I guess it's true what they say about Europeans. You aren't allowed to use magic outside of school and you only start using magic at the age of 11, right? For us, we start learning how to control our magic when we start showing signs of being magical so we're used to not using wands except for the really hard sh-stuff."

I could tell Harry had something else he wanted to say but a man with spiky hair, beady eyes and sunken cheeks. Overall; very unattractive. Dev, of course, chooses this time to wake up. Normally, I love watching him wake up because he just looks so cute, but when he wakes up he always had something he needed to say and since we're supposed to be invisible that's not very ideal now.

I look Dev in the eye, put my finger to my lips and wink at him. This was my sign that we were going to play the Silent Game. He looked confused but fortunately he kept quiet. I held my breath until the man walked away with an almost... frightened look in his eyes. Probably scared that his master would be mad that he hadn't found the ever elusive Harry Potter.

I turned toward Harry to ask him what we would do now but stopped when I saw the weird look in his eyes that said he just realized something.

"Your middle name is Marie, isn't it?"

"You already knew that. Why does that even-?"

"There was a prophecy that said the key to defeating the Dark Lord approaches with hair like ebony, skin like caramel, the grace of a lioness, a past as troubled as the war and a middle name akin to Mary. It said that person was the only one who would able to help me when I go against Voldemort."

I blinked a few times and was quiet for a couple beats.

"Damn. You just going to lay it all on me like that." I heard Dev giggling before he remembered he was supposed to stay silent. I smiled at him with the love my mother should have smiled at him with. Troubled past? I thought, More like troubled past, present and future. I could see Harry looking at me expectantly out of the corner of my eye. This just didn't make any sense. My skin was more of a peanut butter shade of brown. I sighed before answering.

"Harry, you do know that you're asking me to leave my home and family to backpack to Europe with you to surround myself around people I don't even know?" I hurried on before he could interrupt, "Come to my place before you leave and take me with you if I'm all packed."

The same voice echoed throughout the tunnel. "We are fini with our search. Merci pour votre coopération."

Harry and I untangled ourselves from each other quietly. I buckled Dev back into his car seat and Harry closed the doors. By the time he started driving again I could tell that the mood had turned somber. The tension in the air was palpable. I sighed before turning to look out the window.

It's going to be a long car ride. I can tell by the amount of times I've sighed.


Harry gently shook me awake in what it felt like seconds later but in reality was about 30 minutes. I went around to get Dev from the back, who also managed to fall back asleep.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow," Harry muttered while averting his eyes. I refrained from cussing before caressed Harry's face with my free hand and kissing his lightly chapped lips.

"You will see me tomorrow. You still have to say goodbye to Dev since he's still asleep now." He looked at me, imploring.

"Just... think about it."

There seemed to be a lump in my throat so I just nodded. He pecked my cheek before climbing into his car and driving away. I watched him until I couldn't anymore and took a deep breath while turning towards my house. Just like always, a shiver of trepidation went down my spine. I don't think the decision I was going to make was going to be hard at all. A chance to get away from my mother would always be a chance I was willing to take. I just had to figure out a way to bring my baby because with me gone, no one would take care of him.

Each step I took that brought me closer to the front door gave me a stronger sense of foreboding until I finally made it to the door. When I turned the knob I felt Dev moving in my arms which led me to believe that he was waking up. My speculation turned out to be right as I saw him sleepily rub his hazel eyes with his cute little fists.

"G'mornin, baby," he yawned. He'd taken to calling me my endearment for him. I echoed him with a smile that quickly turned into a barely suppressed grimace as I caught sight of my mother. She came at me with a smile and a hug.

"Hey, sweetie! Did you have a good day?" She turned towards my baby and cooed, "How about you, how was your day today?"

She looked around pseudo surreptitiously. "Where's Harry?"

"Not here," I replied shortly. She immediately dropped her act.

"Then what the hell do you want?" Yep. There she was.

"I want to tell you that I want to be emancipated now that I'm 15 and the money in the will my father left can be activated." She was silent for a few beats. If she wanted me to stay, I would stay.

"Deuces, bitch." Really feeling the love.

"Also, I'm taking Devon with me." She eyed me for a few seconds to make sure I was serious.

"Why are you still here? Go pack and leave. I'm having a party tonight!"

As I walked up the stairs I shook my head at how easy that was. I thought for sure she would put up a fight once she saw this was what I wanted to do. I guess her joy was more important than my misery. I turned to my oblivious baby and smiled.

"We're going with Harry to England where everybody has those crazy sexy accents! Isn't that great?" As soon as he heard Harry's name he cheered so the rest of the sentence was lost on him. I sighed as I put all my and Dev's things in two separate bags that minimized to fit comfortably in the palm of my hands all with a wiggle of my hips and a snap of my fingers. I just love magic sometimes.


After Harry, Dev and I returned the rental car, I turned toward Harry. "Where are your relatives?"

"Oh, they left already. They didn't want to be seen with me in front all those people." I rolled my eyes at their negligence toward their nephew.

"So I can apparate, right?"

"I'm still surprised that you can even apparate long distance."

"Babe, you need to realize that Americans are considered more advanced in wizardry, altogether, not because of talent, but because we start everything before anyone else." Harry nodded with a still awed expression.

With a soft pop, we apparated to London near Harry's godfather's house, Grimmauld Place. Since Harry had already told Dev and I about the house in detail so we could see it after we apparated.

It was rather...grim. Which was slightly ironic since it's called Grimmauld Place but whatever. As we walked towards the door, Dev started whimpering. When we walked into the hallway where we started to hear voices, tears started forming in his eyes. Harry looked over at me considerately.

"Look, I'm going to announce my presence and everyone will be surprised and be like 'Harry's back pop champagne' and you're going to stay hear and calm your brother down and then come in after I introduce you. That cool?" I nod since I'm too busy calming down Dev to deal with something as mundane as words.

As Harry walks away and towards the shouts of 'Harry! Somebody go pop champagne!' I shake my head that Harry was serious about the champagne popping and rock my baby in my arms and sing his favorite song. Or, the song that always seems to calm him down.

Share my life, take me for what I am
'Cause I'll never change all my colours for you
Take my love, I'll never ask for too much
Just all that you are and everything that you do

"So you guys remember that prophecy about the one with the powers to help defeat Voldemort..."

I don't really need to look very much further
I don't wanna have to go where you don't follow
I won't hold it back again, this passion inside
Can't run from myself
There's nowhere to hide

"She's here! Harry, that's great...!"

Don't make me close one more door
I don't wanna hurt anymore
Stay in my arms if you dare
Or must I imagine you there
Don't walk away from me
I have nothing
If I don't have you

"What do you mean her baby! She's only 15...!"

You see through right to the heart of me
You break down my walls with the strength of your love
I never knew love like I've known it with you
Will a memory survive, one I can hold on to

"She sounds hot... did you bag her yet..."

I don't really need to look very much further
I don't wanna have to go where you don't follow
I won't hold it back again, this passion inside
I can't run from myself
There's nowhere to hide
Your love I'll remember forever

"What do you mean she's your girlfriend... do you know how long I've been waiting for you, for us... what do you mean kind of. Are using her...!"

Don't make me close one more door
I don't wanna hurt anymore
Stay in my arms if you dare
Or must I imagine you there
Don't walk away from me
I have nothing

"Lucky I made too much beds... why don't you go get her..."

Don't make me close one more door
I don't wanna hurt anymore
Stay in my arms if you dare
Or must I imagine you there
Don't walk away from me, no.
Don't walk away from me
Don't you dare walk away from me
I have nothing
If I don't have you
If I don't have you

With Dev finally calm, I looked up to see Harry standing there with weird look on his face.

"Okay. They want to meet you, but some people are a little caught up about your brother because I accidentally called him your baby. I-I didn't know you can sing."

As we walk towards where Harry disappeared to, in a haughty tone I say, "Everyone can sing. Some just aren't good at it. Like you, for instance."

He chuckles as 9 people come into view. 1 woman, 3 men, 2 girls and 3 boys. 6 had hair like Scarlett Johansson from The Avengers, which made me assume they were the Weasley's. What cemented this assumption was that there were twins in that bunch. I saw curly, dark brown hair controlled by a hair band on the head of a kind of pretty girl. She was like... an acquired taste. The more I stared, the better she looked as I studied her features one by one. One man I saw had a roguishly handsome face and the other had a sweet handsome face. If that makes sense.

They all looked at me until the red-headed woman came bustling over reaching for my baby and started cooing at him. I turned slightly so she couldn't get to him and put on my poker face.

"I don't know you. Don't touch my baby."

"Your brother, you mean-"

"If that's what I meant, then I would have said it." I didn't want her to get any ideas. Like having any amount of control over me or my brother.

"Well...alright then. This is my daughter, Ginevr-"

"I already know who everyone is, thank you." Her daughter spoke up, obviously angry for one reason or another.

"Who do you think you are-"

"My name is Eva Marie Oboniwich. I already know who you are, or else I wouldn't care. You were always my least favorite character. Can I go to my room now?"


en: in / vérifié: checked / pistolet: gun / Vol de mort: Flight of death / Impendo: Expand / fini: finished / Merci pour votre coopération: Thank you for your cooperation

A/N: I know Harry's supposed to be turning 15 this summer, but instead he's turning 17. And the main character is turning 16. But they're all going to be in 5th year. Because I like the what happened in sixth year. So, yeah. Bye.