Author's Note: This story doesn't have an A/N at the end, because it is the type of story that shouldn't have one, soI shall say everything I need to say now. This story is not really exactly an L/J story, but IU didn't know where else to put it so... I hope you like, I've had in my head for awhile, and now I have finally written it and I feel much more free, if you know what I mean... Review! But read first, though!
Disclaimer: Come on, come on, come on! Think of something, they're expecting some silly disclaimer, girl. Think! I don't own any part of this story, except for the plot. Now that wasn't creative or silly! All I own is some books, a pair of shoes, okay, about 10 pairs of shoes, and some other junk, but nothing in this story except the plot, because all that stuff belongs to J.K. Rowling (the goddess). Much better!
A Meeting Centuries Overdue
I walk down an unfamiliar street and spy a scene from what seems like centuries ago.
A couple- happy of course- are in each others arms.
The woman has her back facing me, but her long auburn hair cascading down her back and her pale calves are comforting and familiar.
The man is taller than the petite woman by roughly 10". His tan arms are around the woman's waist and his warm hazel eyes stare down at the woman lovingly from behind thin wire-rimmed glasses. His messy black hair ruffles in the faint breeze.
The man whispers something in the woman's ear- something I cannot catch for I am on the other side of the street- causing her to giggle and slap the man's arm playfully. He just grins back.
I pass them and stop watching them, as I don't want to seem suspicious.
Abruptly, I stop walking.
I cross the street and walk towards the couple. I can now see the woman's freckle-covered face and emerald green eyes, that only two people I know own.
At last I recognize the couple. I grin and walk right up to them to greet them.
As they turn to me surprised, I wave and my grin changes to a smirk.
"Long time no see, ain't it, Prongs?"