The Scent of White Roses
(The sequel to The White Rose)
Since this is a sequel I'll give you all a little insight to what happened in my last story.(If you already read the story don't read this. If you want to read my first story don't read this.I have to say my story was better than this summary.) Um... Diana Snape's parents are killed by the evil Voldemort. She now is forced to live with her loving Uncle Severius. Which Means, that she will be going to Hogwarts. (How Cliche) Well, eventually she makes friends with Harry, Ron, and Hermione and sorted into Gryffindor. Shorty after Harry asks her to a Halloween dance, they start dating. Now, she is helping them investigate a very dark curse that causes you to go in a sleep with the most horrible nightmares you have ever had. Along the way they provive Sirius is innocent and meet one of Diana's closest friends, Sara Kerckhove. Everything is going well until Diana is put under the same curse they have been investigating. Um... needless to say she's saved and then later on kidnapped by Voldemort. From all this you find out that Harry is the heir to Gryffindor and Diana is not only another heir to Slytherin(really had to read the story to get that one) but Voldemort's cousin. If you read this story eventually it will all come together.
By: Diana Snape
Prologue:
Diana walked down the hallway of a majestic castle. Everything seemed to glow with the color green. Tapestries and paintings of great wizards covered the walls. The floor was a cold, dark gray. Candles lit the halls as she continued to walk.
She was wearing a light green, flowing dress. Her hair was in soft curls. She was wearing a brilliant, green amulet on a golden chain around her neck. But hidden beneath the collar of her dress was something that her husband couldn't see. It was a chain, and on it hung a ring with a ruby red stone, given to her by the love of her life . . . Godric Gryffindor.
She didn't know why her husband had called her to the study. It was in the east wing, and she avoided that area with all costs. Her husband's room was in that wing as well, but Diana Elizabeth's room was in the west wing, as far away from his room as possible.
Diana couldn't stand him. She hated her uncle for tricking her into marrying him. Her life would have been perfect if she had married Godric. The one that visited her every night, the one that she had plans to run away with, the one whose child she was about to bear.
She was two months pregnant, and she hadn't told Godric yet. Diana feared what he would say. What if he didn't want her after that?
Diana finally stopped at a set of beautiful white doors. She pushed them open and walked inside.
"Diana Elizabeth, my dear, you look horrible. What, were you up all night?" her husband said. She stared into his cold, black eyes.
"Salazar, are you inquiring about my health? Not that's it any of your business, but I slept beautifully. Why did you call me here?" Diana snapped.
"Because we are going to see the castle tomorrow. Check on the progress," Salazar answered.
"Very well." She got up and began to leave.
"And next time you see me, give me some respect," Salazar said, coldly.
Diana turned around and stared. "You may scare everyone, but you have never scared me."
"Well, maybe not, but if I we're you, I'd be scared," Salazar said, running his hands though his dark black, greasy hair. Diana turned and began the walk to her room.
She walked down the hallway thinking about how much she hated him, about how much she hated her life. She even hated their child, Ethan.
Salazar wanted an heir, just like Godric had. Diana and Salazar had never even touched each other, not even on their wedding night. So, out of anger, he raped her. He had then given his heir a different last name to protect him--Snape. She even hated that name.
She pushed open the doors to her room, and then closed and locked them behind her. She sat on the bed thinking about everything. The thought of suicide crossed her mind, then she thought about Godric. His touch, his lips, his eyes . . . she hated to be without him.
She got up and walked over to her window. She looked out at the stars waiting for her love. Suddenly, she began to cry. She walked over to her bed and pulled her wand out from under her pillows. She sat there with the wand in hand, wondering if he would ever come again. She put the wand away, and got out a knife. Putting the knife to her wrists she began to cry harder.
Suddenly, the window opened, and there he was. His green eyes penetrated her soul. She dropped the knife and ran over to help him in.
"I thought you weren't coming again," Diana Elizabeth said, pulling him into her room.
"Why would you think such a thing like that? I love you with all my soul," he said, running his hands though her golden hair. He stared into her blue eyes.
"I missed you," he said, just before he kissed her.
Suddenly she knew why she lived every horrible day, for these wonderful nights. "I missed you," she smiled, running her hands though his messy, jet black hair.
"When are we going to run away together?" Godric asked, touching Diana Elizabeth.
"As soon as we can," she answered, realizing she still had tears in her eyes.
He began to wipe them away. "No need to cry." Then, he picked her up, carried her over to her bed, and laid her down. He laid down on top of her and kissed her.
***
Diana Elizabeth Snape shot strange up in her bed. "It was a dream! Harry?" she said to herself.
For the rest of that night she sat in bed thinking about her dream. "What did it mean?...maybe it's a reaction to me finding out I'm one of Slytherin's heirs...but then, why was Harry Godric? And how come I was Salazar's wife? Or maybe this is about some deep sexual feelings toward Harry that my subconscious wants to bring out . . . no, too logical for my subconscious..." Diana laid there all night thinking about what the dream meant.
Chapter 1:
Harry laid in his bed staring at a picture of his girlfriend, Diana Snape. It had been a week since school had gotten out...it was the longest he had ever been apart from her. He hadn't heard a word from Sirius (who was supposed to owl after he got settled into their house) or Diana. At that moment he would have been happy to hear something from Professor Snape.
He sighed and pulled the covers up to his neck, listening to the rain pound against his window. He continued to stare at the picture. It was in a nice frame. It would have been nicer if Dudley hadn't dropped it, and broken the glass.
"Harry's got a girlfriend!" Dudley had teased, waddling into the kitchen with the picture in hand.
Harry had looked up from his breakfast, to see Dudley with the picture. "Give that to me!" Harry yelled, jumping up to grab it out of his hands. Dudley jumped back and continued to tease.
"Have you kissed her? Do you love her?" Dudley laughed.
Mr. Dursley snatched the picture out of Dudley's hands, and looked at it. "I take it she's one of your kind?" Mr. Dursley sneered.
"Yes," Harry said, trying to grab the picture.
"Too bad. She looks like she has some promise." He stared at the picture. Then, Dudley snatched it out of his hands and ran with it.
"Give it back!" Harry yelled.
"Who on earth would want to go out with you?" Dudley teased. "She must be a huge freak." He laughed.
Harry snapped and hit Dudley in the head. Dudley dropped the picture, and the glass broke.
Harry had been locked in his room since.
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"I swear I'll write you every day we're apart," Diana said. Harry kissed her.
"I'll miss you," Harry sighed.
"But Sirius will be settled in no time. We'll be seeing each other in less than a week," Diana smiled, holding his hands in hers.
"I love you," Harry said.
"I love you too," Diana smiled. They kissed, and they parted.
~~
He remembered the day they parted outside the Hogwart's Express. She hadn't written.
He sighed, thinking of her. He closed his eyes, remembering her face. He felt a little bit better doing this. In fact, he began to fall asleep.
He was awoken suddenly by a thump at his window. He sat up and looked out. He pulled on his glasses, and a hand came into view. "Let me in!" He heard a voice. It sounded a lot like . . .
"Diana!" He jumped up and opened the window. It was her, but she was covered in mud. At first he didn't recognize her. "What happened to you?" Harry asked. Her whole body was covered in mud.
"Broomstick, lighting bolt, mud puddle, long story," Diana said quickly. "Aren't you going to let me in? I'm freezing."
He had been staring, "Oh . . . yeah . . . Hold on, let me get something on the floor so my Aunt and Uncle don't kill me."
"That's what I'm here about. Sirius and my uncle sent me to come get you," Diana smiled.
"Wait, why didn't they come? And you fell off your broom?" Harry began to laugh. Diana got a look on her face like, 'Yuck it up clown.'
"Could you save this for later? I'm still out in the rain." Diana rolled her eyes.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Harry laughed, helping her in. "Let me get something to clean you off with." He got out an old robe, and wiped her face off.
"What is this? A ghetto towel?" Diana laughed, as Harry tried to get the mud out of her hair.
Harry stared into her eyes, they were even more beautiful in the dark. He touched her face. "Why didn't you write?" Harry asked. "I missed you."
"Didn't you hear?" Diana looked shocked.
"Hear what?" He asked.
"Of course you didn't hear," she said under breath. "Voldemort murdered the Ministers of Magic from China and Italy...the Chinese Minister was in Italy for the week...after that, there was a rise in Death Eater activity. The whole wizarding community has been in complete lock down. You can't owl. You can't even travel the Floo network. For the first time in a century, Diagon Alley has been shut down."
"When did this happen?" Harry asked, making every effort to keep his voice down.
"The night we got out of school," Diana whispered. "And worse has happened." Diana stopped and sighed. "Draco's mother was murdered."
Harry stared. "By who?"
"Who else? Voldemort," Diana said. "But, despite the lock down, Draco managed to get hold of me. He told me that after the lock down he wanted to meet me. Said that he had information that needed to get to Dumbledore as soon as possible. He couldn't tell me in the letter. It was too risky."
"Wait, isn't Draco working for the dark side?" Harry asked.
"No, he hates Voldemort and his father," Diana explained.
"I could have sworn that he was working for Voldemort." Harry whispered.
"Why would he work for Voldemort, when he idolizes my uncle? I mean, he may have been a Death Eater, but he left. Draco has great respect for him for that reason.
"But anyway, I'm not even suppose to be here because of the lock down," Diana smiled.
"Well, why are you?" Harry wondered.
"My uncle thought it would be a good idea if we got you out of the Muggle world. He was right. It's too risky sending you here. Especially since it's believed Voldemort's back to full power, and after the boom in Death Eater activity, it would be easy for Voldemort to get to you when you're with the Dursleys," Diana sighed.
"Why didn't Sirius come?"
"I don't know. He said something about 'us' time...and I'm smaller and quieter." Diana rolled her eyes. "So where's your stuff?"
"Locked in the closet under the stairs," Harry sighed.
"Okay, let's go get it," Diana said. She walked up to the door and tried to open it. She pulled, and pulled, and then after that, she pulled some more. "Um . . . Your door's not opening."
"It's 'cause I'm locked in," Harry explained
"Why?" Diana raised her eyebrows in confusion.
"Well, Dudley got a hold of the picture of you. He said some mean things, and I slugged him. Then, he broke the glass," Harry looked over at the picture.
"When did this happen?" Diana asked angrily.
Harry looked off into space in deep thought. "Four days ago . . . "
"WHAT?!" she yelled.
"Shh! They'll hear you!" he whispered.
"Have they fed you?" Diana asked, with a whisper.
"No...well, water."
"WHAT?! Oh they didn't. Sirius is going to kill them!" Diana yelled.
"Shh . . .! "
"Sorry," Diana said. She wrapped her arms around him. "When I get you out of here, I'm going to get you some food. That's child abuse." Diana held him.
"I'm fine, I swear." Harry tried to play it off.
"Come on, let's get going. Out the window."
"But my stuff?"
"We're going to go through the front door," Diana said.
"We're on the second floor," Harry informed her.
"Don't worry. I've got it all under control," Diana smiled. Mud still covered her face. Harry thought it was kind of cute.
"For some reason, I'm scared," Harry laughed. Diana glared.
She crawled out the window. "Are you coming?"Harry went to the window and looked out. It had stopped raining. Two feet below him was Diana on her broom waiting. "Told you I had it under control." Diana rolled her eyes.
Harry crawled out onto Diana's broom. He grabbed her waist as they landed. They got off, and Diana grabbed her broom.
"Let's go," she said. Harry smiled.
They ran though the Dursley's backyard. Harry ran ahead of her to open the gate. Just as he was opening the gate, he heard a scream. He turned around and saw Diana laying in a mud puddle. "Not again," Diana moaned.
Harry walked over, laughing. "Well, you're just Miss Graceful tonight, aren't you?" Harry laughed. Diana smirked. "Here let me help you up." He put out his hand. Diana grabbed it and pulled him in the puddle.
"Oops," she said innocently. (Right... Diana innocent! *Laughs* Or not!) (A/n: Harmony! Get out of my story!) (Fine... if you insist.)
"Diana!" he yelled, throwing mud at her.
"Harry," Diana laughed, throwing mud back.
This continued with them rolling in the mud together. They stopped, and Harry was on top of her. They stared into each others eyes, and kissed. Diana smiled, and put a handful of mud in Harry's hair. "We better..." Diana began awkwardly.
"Yeah..." Harry said, hesitating to help Diana up.
They walked into the front yard covered in mud. "Now, we have to get into the house. This should be fun," Diana smiled, evilly.
"How do you plan on getting in?" Harry asked. "We can't use magic."
"You can't, but I can. I'm still considered an American witch. We can use magic during holidays," Diana folded her arms with a smile.
"I don't know about this, you might get in trouble," Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Harry, it'll be ok--" Diana began.
"Diana, just don't," Harry sighed.
"Fine, but... Wait a second." She dug into her hair, and pulled out a bobby pin. "I'll pick the lock." Diana got down on her knees in front of the door, and began to pick the lock. She heard a click and pushed the door open. "I am so good! Let's go."
Harry stood there, "We're going to get mud everywhere."
Diana stood up, and pulled him in. "It doesn't matter, you're coming to live with Sirius anyway. So where is this closet?"
"Over there," he pointed. She ran over and began to pick the lock on the door. There was a click, and Diana swung the door open. They pulled his stuff out of the closet quietly, and Diana began to carry it out.
"Diana."
"What?" she whispered.
"There's still some stuff up in my room," Harry said.
"Why didn't you get it before we left your room?" Diana demanded, walking back into the house and giving Harry a look.
"I'm sorry..." Harry said.
"Well, let's go get the rest of your stuff," Diana said, walking away. Harry grabbed her arm to stop her. "What?"
"Be careful, walk up the steps carefully," Harry said. Diana raised her right eyebrow. "They creak."
"Oh," Diana said, turning back around. He stopped her again, and kissed her. She smiled.
"It's nice to see you," he smiled.
They walked up the stairs into Harry's room. Harry handed Diana Hedwig's cage, with Hedwig inside. Harry grabbed everything from under his loose floorboard.
"Hey, I haven't seen you in a while," Diana said to Hedwig. "Ready Harry?"
"Yeah, I think..." They began to walk out the door, when Harry stopped. "Wait."
"What?" Diana asked.
Harry got under his sheets and pulled out his books and stuff. Then he grabbed his picture of Diana. Diana smiled. "I'm ready now," Harry said.
They went down the stairs quietly, and put all Harry's stuff from his bedroom in his trunk.
"Let's go," Diana said. "This is great! You're finally coming to live with Sirius--" Diana began.
"Wait, I forgot my broom!"
"Where is it?" Diana asked witheringly.
"In my room," Harry said.
"I'll go get it," Diana said, walking up the stairs. She stopped. "Where in your room?"
"Under my bed."
Diana walked up the stairs, and grabbed Harry's broom. She began to walk down the stairs, yet again. She looked down at all the mud tracks they had made. "Harry look at the rug," she snickered.
He laughed too. "Aunt Petunia is going to freak when she wakes up."
Diana began to laugh so hard she fell down the steps. She landed at the bottom with a thud.
"WHO'S THERE?" They heard Harry's uncle yell.
"Oops..." Diana's eyes got wide. She looked at the mud streak that was left where she had fallen.
"Let's go!" Harry yelled.
They grabbed Harry's stuff and began to run. Just as they reached the door, Mr. Dursley ran down the stairs. "WHAT IS THIS?" Mr. Dursley yelled.
"Harry's coming to live with his Godfather, bye! Run, Harry!" Diana screamed.
They ran out the door with Harry's stuff. "GET BACK HERE BOY!"
"How about some magic, Harry?" Diana asked.
"Now would be a great time!" Harry smiled.
Diana dropped the broom, and walked back though the door. She got out her wand and pointed it at him. "Steif!" She ran out of the house. She stopped when she heard Harry's Aunt scream.
"Come on!" Harry yelled. Diana grabbed Harry's stuff and ran.
They ran about a mile, or two. "Let's stop, Diana." He had trouble breathing.
"Fine," she stopped, and fell to the ground.
"You okay?" Harry asked.
"I'm fine. Is he always like this? I mean his face was bright purple. Does he hurt you?" Diana stood up.
"Yeah, he's always like that. He's never hurt me, though," Harry said. "What was that curse you put on him?"
Diana smiled, and laughed. "It's an old German curse. It's petrifies the person for an hour or two."
"Leave it to you to know an old German curse," Harry laughed. Diana grinned evilly. "What else did you do?"
"I..." Diana laughed. "I made you cousin temporarily... a dog..." Diana laughed.
"That's my Diana!" Harry laughed, and then kissed her. "Now, what are we going to do?"
"Um... fly..." Diana said, uncertainly.
"What are we going to do about my stuff?" Harry asked. Diana sighed.
"Magic..." Diana smiled, pulling out her wand.
"No! You're going to be in so much trouble!" Harry stopped her. "What about the bus?"
"That was temporarily shut down... remember we're in a lock down," Diana sighed. Diana looked over and saw a fast food place. "But let's go get food." Diana pulled Harry.
"I only have wizarding money," Harry said.
"I have muggle money," Diana smiled. "Wait here." She walked into the fast food place. Harry sat down on the curb, with Hedwig's cage next to him.
She came out with a bag of food and two drinks. Diana sat down next to Harry and smiled at him. He laughed. "What?"
"You're still muddy! And...why is the store opened at this time of night?"
"You're still muddy too. I think they're just open late." Diana handed Harry some fries and a burger.
"But you went into the store with mud on you. Didn't they look at you weird?" Harry asked, taking a bite out of his burger.
"Yeah, a little."
"Why do you have muggle money?" Harry asked.
"In case I'm stuck in a situation just like this. I also have a thing for fast food," Diana rolled her eyes.
"Well, the problem still remains; how are we going to get home?" Harry asked.
Diana looked around in disgust. "We might have to use public transportation...where is the nearest bus station? 'Cause we can take a bus to London, then take a cab to my uncle's house."
"The nearest bus station is about five miles away," Harry stated.
"Well, it could be farther..." Diana thought out loud. After that they sat and finished their meal in silence.
When they were done, they gathered Harry's stuff, and began to walk to the bus station. They walked in silence for three miles, before Diana thought of something.
"Did you have to read Romeo and Juliet in fourth year?" she asked, staring at the stars.
"What?" Harry asked, confused.
"You know, Romeo and Juliet? William Shakespeare? That boring, dead British guy." Harry's face was blank. Diana rolled her eyes. "Hamlet? A Midsummers Night Dream? Anything?"
"To be or not to be," Harry rambled.
"There, that's Shakespeare!" Diana said.
"Really? I thought I that was from Stephen King. You know, talking about those killer bees... never mind," Harry scratched his head. Diana rolled her eyes, then hit her head.
"Romeo and Juliet were the most unpractical people ever. They met one day, got married the next..."
"They got married one day after meeting each other!" Harry's eyes got large.
"Yeah..." Diana sighed. "They thought they were in love. Then, they killed themselves."
Harry stared at Diana, "That's interesting. . . I think." Then there was silence once again.
They continued to walk like that for about a mile. Then Harry decided to break that silence and said, "Doodle Puff!"
Diana raised her eyebrows and stared at him. "WHAT?" she asked.
"Doodle Puff!" Harry smiled at her.
"Right. . ." she nodded her head. Harry put down his end of the trunk, and then Diana put down hers. "Wha..." Diana began, but Harry had grabbed her by the arm and began to kiss her. Harry put his hands on her hips and moved her closer. Diana wrapped her arms around him, and ran her hands though his hair. They parted.
"What was that for?" Diana asked.
"It's good to see you again," Harry smiled. "And I like to make you speechless."
Diana glared, "You would, wouldn't you." Harry pulled her closer to him, and kissed her again. He finally parted her lips with his tongue. Diana felt her legs shake, and then her body went numb. They parted.
"Um... I can see the bus station," Diana said.
Harry laughed. "All right."
"Let's go," Diana said, grabbing her side of Harry's trunk. Harry grabbed the other side, and they continued to walk.
They stopped in front of the bus station, and dropped his stuff. "Here we are," Harry said.
"Harry," Diana had a look of disgust.
"What?" Harry asked.
"You're still in your PJ's!"
"What, you don't like my PJ's?" Harry looked hurt.
Diana smiled. "It's not that, I would like them more if there were less of them."
"It's not warm enough for that yet," Harry smiled.
Diana rolled her eyes. "The point is, you're going to look stupid walking into a bus station with PJ's on.".
"So?" Harry smiled, grabbing his side of the trunk. Diana grabbed her side, and they proceeded to walk in.
They walked over to the ticket window. "May I help you?" A woman with brown hair and deep red lipstick asked. She was putting on deep red nail polish. Unfortunately for her, red was not her color.
"Yeah, we need two tickets for the next bus to London please," Harry said.
The woman looked at the two of them. She smiled. "Aw... It's a young couple in love. What, are you two running away to get married?"
Harry stared at Diana for a moment. She looked shocked.
"Yeah, how did you guess?" Diana asked, suddenly snapping out of it and smiling. Harry stared at her in shock.
"You two just seem like you're both deeply in love," the woman smiled.
Diana looked at Harry and smiled. "Yeah, we are." Harry smiled back and grabbed her hand.
"Like Romeo and Juliet," the woman smiled. "How beautiful."
"Only because her uncle's nuts," Harry smiled. Diana rolled her eyes.
"Oh, those tickets!" The woman smiled. She handed them two tickets to London. "That will be 30 pounds." Diana handed her the money. "Thank you, and good luck."
"Thanks," Diana smiled. They picked up Harry's trunk, walked over to some benches, and sat down. Diana looked at the ticket, then her watch. "We have 15 minutes till the bus comes. That gives me plenty of time to get cleaned up, and for you to change out of your pajamas." Diana rolled her eyes in disgust.
"What, did you want me to change right in front of you at my house?" Harry asked.
Diana laughed. "We are getting married in London aren't we? Plus, you know you would have loved it."
"Yeah I would have loved it, but would you?" Harry smiled.
"No, that's not the question, the question is, what would my uncle say if he found out?" Diana grinned.
"You are a dirty little girl, aren't you?" Harry laughed.
"Maybe," Diana smiled and kissed him. "Well, we better go get cleaned up."
"All right," Harry sighed, as she walked to the women's bathroom. Harry pulled his trunk into the men's bathroom with him.
Diana looked around the bathroom, then locked the door. She turned the water on in the sink and stuck her head under the faucet. After all the mud was out she hit the button on the hand dryer thing, and stuck her head under that until her hair was as dry as she could get it. She looked in mirror and ran her hands though her hair to get the knots out.
She looked at her long sleeved shirt that was now stained from the mud. She took it off, and underneath was a mint green tank top. She got the mud off the rest of her, unlocked the door, and left.
Harry was sitting in the same place where he was before. He had Hedwig's cage sitting on his lap. "Where's your stuff?" Diana asked, playing with the shirt in her hand.
"They loaded it on the bus," Harry said.
"What about Hedwig?" She asked, sitting down next to him.
"I'm bringing her on the bus with us," he said, sticking his fingers through the cage to pet her.
"WHAT? Do you know how suspicious that is?" Diana yelled. "I mean, muggles don't run around with owls! What if there's a Death Eater on the bus? They'll know it's us, and..." Diana stopped. "No! You're putting the owl with your trunk."
"No! What if they hurt her?" Harry looked lovingly at his owl.
"Hagrid has been rubbing off on you," she rolled her eyes.
"And that's a bad thing?" Harry laughed.
"Harry..."she groaned.
"Diana..." he groaned.
"Don't get me wrong, I love Hedwig. We just can't bring her on the bus with us," she sighed.
"Please, no one is going to get suspicious,"Harry gave her his best puppy eyes. "Please... I love you."
Diana looked away. "No!"
He grabbed her chin and made her look. "Please... Diana," Harry gave her more puppy eyes.
Diana sighed, "Did you ask if it's all right?"
"Yeah, it's fine," he smiled.
"I hate those puppy eyes," Diana grunted.
Harry kissed her. "You can't resist my eyes."
"We have to board the bus," she said, standing up. "Let's go." Diana helped Harry up, and they walked outside and saw their bus.
There weren't a lot of people on the bus, but the people who were there kept staring at them. They took two seats a few rows from the back. "This bus is packed with muggles tonight," a middle age woman said, to her husband. They were sitting in the row behind them.
Harry and Diana stared at each other. "Muggles?" Diana looked at Harry with shock. "Told you the owl was a bad idea," Diana glared, picking at the ugly, gray seats.
"Excuse me you two," the woman said to them.
"Yes," Diana turned around with a smile.
"Are you two married?" The woman asked.
Harry turned around and put his arm around Diana. "Yes, we're newlyweds," Harry smiled at Diana lovingly.
"Yeah, we decided to get married after we found out I was pregnant," Diana held Harry tighter.
"That's wonderful, two young lovers. My husband and I decided to run off and get married when we were 16," the woman smiled at her husband.
"It's nice to know that's there's more of our kind on this bus," the husband said.
"Your kind?" Harry asked.
"Wizarding folk," the man whispered with a smile.
"Yeah," Diana smiled. "I thought after the lock-down, we'd never be able to run away from my uncle's and get married tonight."
"Yes, were going to visit some family in London," the woman smiled.
"Oh," Diana smiled. "Sounds lovely."
"You look strangely familiar...Diana?" The woman looked at Diana. "You look like a girl I use to babysit for. Um... Diana Snape."
Diana eyes got wide. "Hey Di..." Harry began, but Diana put her hand over his mouth.
"I don't know anyone by that name," she smiled. "Um... what did you say your name was?"
"My name is Ann Shafer," Ann said. "Really you look exactly like her. Her parents were murdered last summer, and she moved with her uncle in England from America."
"Well, my name is Deanna Snack," she shook the woman's hand.
"How old are you dear?" Ann asked.
Diana looked around quickly. "Twenty, in August."
"Are you Harry Potter?" Ann asked suddenly, turning her attentions to Harry.
"No! This is Larry," Diana said quickly, before Harry could say anything. "This Diana, tell me more about her."
"Well, I'm good friends with her Uncle Severus. I must have babysat her when she was 5, that would make her 17 in September. She was a darling little girl," Anne said. "Tell me about your husband, dear. He is Harry Potter, isn't he? I can see the scar."
"Oh no that's mud," Diana licked her finger and began to rub his scar. "Well, it's not coming off right now."
"That is Harry Potter," her husband insisted.
Harry moved the his hair in so they couldn't see it. "This is my husband Larry...Larry Potty," Diana smiled, as Harry stared in shock. "We're the Pottys."
"I thought you said your name was Deanna Snack," Ann asked.
"That was my maiden name. My name is Deanna Potty," Diana looked at Harry. "Harry, I mean Larry, I think Hedwig might need more room. Maybe we should move to those three seats in the back."
"All right," Harry said. "Well, it was nice meeting you two."
"Yes, very nice. Have a good night," Diana smiled, pushing Harry to the back.
He sat down and stared,"Larry Potty?"
"It was the only thing I could come up with," Diana said, harshly. "Besides I know her, that was my babysitter. She's good friends with my Uncle. I couldn't just say I was Diana Elizabeth Snape and you're Harry James Potter now could I ? She'd be sending a owl saying, 'Your 16-year-old niece married Harry Potter last night. Oh yes, we saw her on the bus. They looked so happy together. Well, they better be, because she's pregnant!' We would never see the light of day again!" Diana rambled quickly. She stopped and breathed heavily.
"Better now?" Harry asked, rolling his eyes. 'That's Diana for you, dramatic,' Harry thought.
"Are they ever going to move this bus? I really need a bubble bath," Diana whimpered.
"When we get to London we can get a Honeymoon Suite, and you can take your bubble bath," he joked. "As long as I can take one with you."
Diana rolled her eyes. "Men..."
"You know you love me," he said, tickling her side.
Diana laughed, then pushed him away playfully. "That's beside the point," she laughed, poking him in the shoulder.
"That's exactly the point," Harry kissed her. Diana wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest.
"I'm sleepy," Diana said, as he wrapped his arms around her.
"Go to sleep then," he said, leaning against the seat. He kissed the top of her head, then ran his hands through her hair.
"I love you," Diana said, closing her eyes.
"I love you too," Harry said.
Diana felt the bus begin to vibrate. The soft sound of Harry's breathing and the vibration of the bus put her to sleep.
***
Some nights Godric and Diana would just hold each other. Tonight was one of those nights.
"When are we going to run away?" Diana asked, staring into his bright green eyes.
"How about tonight?"Godric smiled.
"I only wish," Diana said, running her finger down Godric's bare chest. She looked out her window, and saw the rising sun. She sighed, and a tear fell down her cheek.
"I have to leave now," Godric said, felling the tear hit his chest. "Please don't cry for me."
Diana sat up. "But I must." Godric sat up next to her, and ran his hands though her hair. The time had presented itself to tell him about her being pregnant. "Godric," she said, timidly.
"Yes," he sighed, still running her hands though her hair.
She looked into his beautiful, bright eyes. "Remember when we first met, you said that you wanted to have children with me?" Diana felt the tears run down her face.
"Are you pregnant?" Godric asked, with a smile.
Diana put her face into her hands, and cried, "Yes! I don't know what to do! What if Salazar finds out? He will kill the both of us!" She looked up at him, her eyes red from crying. "Please don't leave me!"
"Why would I leave you?" Godric asked, kissing her forehead. "I would never do such a thing. I love you."
"What now?"
"I leave for home, and then figure out a way to get you out of his place," he smiled.
"All right," Diana sighed.
Godric got out of bed, and put on his shirt. "Aren't you going to kiss me good bye?" he asked, walking over to the window. He opened the window and stared back at her.
Diana smiled, then jumped out of bed. She ran over and threw her arms around him. "I love you," she whispered into his ear.
"I love you too," he said, holding her tightly. Godric kissed her, and then let her go.
"Good bye," Diana sighed, as he began to climb out her window.
"Good bye," he smiled. "I'll be back... I promise."
Then he was gone.
***
They had turned off the lights in the cabin of the bus, which allowed the moonlight to shine in and hit Diana as she slept. Harry hadn't seen her look as beautiful as she did right there.
He felt her arms tighten around him, and tears fall down her cheeks. He ran his hands though her hair, her arms tightened more as he did this.
Diana moved her face into his chest, and sighed heavily. "Where am I?" Harry heard her say.
"Diana, are you all right?" he whispered.
Diana moved her head to look up at him. "Harry?"
"Yeah," he said.
"How long have I been asleep?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.
"About an hour," he said, touching her face gently.
"How long until we're there?" Diana asked, kissing his hand.
"Another 15 minutes," he smiled, as she ran her hands though his hair. "What were you dreaming about?"
"I don't remember," she lied.
"Yeah, I sometimes don't remember what I dream about either," he said, staring off into space. He looked down at her again with a look of concern. "Whatever you were dreaming about made you cry."
And with that, the bus arrived in London. Harry and Diana got their Honeymoon suite and took their bubble bath. Harry found a new love of bubble baths.
Or not. (Diana: Harmony! Get out of my GD story! Now! I thought I got you out! Leave you little... person!)(Harmony: *deeply offended* I take that term personally! *sulks away**plops onto bed....Diana's bed!*) (Diana: You little whore get off my bed! I know you want to see Diana and Harry get it on, but that doesn't happen until the third story!)(Harmony: Don't be ridiculous, Di, if I wanted to see Diana and Harry at it, I'd be in the bathroom, where the bubble bath was in action, wouldn't I?)(Diana: You're sick! SICK!)(Harmony: *innocently* Moi? *grows devil horns* Okay, okay...too much time with Swiss obviously. He's the one that watered your seed, after all!)(Diana:*leaves in pain* No he didn't! How sick is that?)(Harmony: *confused* wait a sec, didn't Swiss water the seed Kristina planted? I'm confuzzled!!!!)(Diana: Never mind people, back to your regularly scheduled fic!)
"It was nothing, really," Diana lied.
"Where is it we live?" Harry asked.
"We live 15 miles outside of London," Diana sighed. "We're surrounded by woods. It's quite nice and peaceful."
"Sounds nice," he smiled.
Diana put her head back on Harry's chest. "You can always hear the birds sing in the morning, and you can always see the stars at night. It's wonderful," she smiled.
With that, the bus pulled into the station and came to a complete stop. The lights came back on and everyone began to get off. "Do you have Hedwig?" Diana asked, as she stepped off the bus.
"I have her right here," he said, following behind her.
Diana sighed. "Let's get your stuff." She walked over to where they were unloading the bus.
"All right," Harry said, catching up to her.
They stopped and watched as they threw stuff out of the bus. "That's so wrong! What if there's fragile stuff in the luggage? In America, you can sue for that," Diana nodded, watching as they threw a box about 10 feet into a heap of luggage.
"See why I didn't want to put Hedwig in there?" Harry rolled his eyes.
"Harry, you don't understand that..." She stopped when she saw them throw a box with a dog in it into the heap. "I'm sorry I ever doubted your reasoning," Diana said in shock.
"Did you just admit you were wrong?" Harry asked with a smile.
Diana looked over at Harry. "I didn't admit I was wrong! I said I was sorry for believing that you had no good reason for taking Hedwig on the bus. That's all," she explained quickly.
"But that would be admitting that you're wrong," Harry grinned evilly. "You don't usually admit you're wrong Diana. You seem to have too much pride for that."
"Fine, I admitted I'm wrong! Big deal! The world is not going to come to an abrupt end," Diana glared.
"Maybe it will," he laughed.
"You just love to get me all riled up, don't you?" She looked away.
"Maybe..." Harry laughed harder as she pushed him. "Oh! There's my trunk!" They watch as they threw it into the pile.
"Do you want to go brave the flying luggage to go rescue your trunk, or should I?" Diana asked, in a very smart-ass tone. Harry laughed at her remark.
"If you hold Hedwig, I will," he said.
"All right," Diana said, as Harry handed her Hedwig.
"Are you going to give me a goodbye kiss before I venture to my potential fate?" he asked, half laughing.
Diana walked up to him and wrapped her free arm around his neck. "Do be careful. I would hate to be a very unhappy, widowed Mrs. Potty," she said kissing him on the lips dramatically.
"If I'm not back in two days, send a search party," Harry said, kissing her again. Diana let go of him, and watched as he walked over to the pile.
Harry grabbed his trunk and ran away, dodging a flying suitcase. When he was close enough, Diana threw her free arm around him and kissed him.
"My hero!" she said happily.
"What? I didn't save your trunk, I saved mine," Harry smiled.
"Oh... you have a point," Diana said, as she let go of him and began to walk away.
"Diana!" Harry called after her.
"Come on, we still have to get a cab." She turned and rolled her eyes. "Come on." Diana turned back around and continued to walk away with Hedwig.
"Can you help me with my trunk?" Harry asked. Diana turned around, walked back over to Harry, and grabbed the right end of his trunk. "Thanks," he smiled.
They walked to the closest street, and signaled for a cab. It had been twenty minutes already, and they weren't even out of London yet. Harry was getting bored. Diana, on the other hand, was having the time of her life.
"Harry look, it's Big Ben!" she said with a smile.
"Oh great..." Harry said, with absolutely no enthusiasm.
"What? Have fun while you're here!" Diana said happily.
"What? I've been in London five million times. It isn't that special," he said dully.
"Well, I've only been here twice," Diana began, as she stared out the window. "But never to sight see."
"Are we there yet?" Harry complained.
"We have about ten miles," Diana sighed, as the sight of London began to disappear behind the trees.
Diana and Harry watched as trees and fields went by. "How much longer?" Harry asked.
"Not long," Diana said. "In fact... Sir stop here." She paid him, and began to get out.
"Diana there aren't any houses here," Harry protested, grabbing Hedwig.
"I know," Diana said, helping Harry out. "Let's get your stuff." She opened the back and pulled out the trunk. She closed it and they watched as the cab pulled away.
"Where are we going?" Harry asked.
"Home!" Diana said cheerfully.
Harry looked around and sighed. "Where is this house?"
"We have to take the trail 5 miles to get home," Diana said, looking around the edge of the woods.
"What trail?! I don't see a trail!" Harry yelled, getting very frustrated.
Diana pulled a bush out of the way, and lo and behold there was a trail. "This trail," Diana grabbed his stuff. "Coming?"
"Yeah," he said, grabbing the other end of the trunk.
Then they proceed to walk through the woods. "I hope I'm not walking through poison ivy," Diana said with a sigh. "If I am, I'll have a severely bad allergic reaction."
Harry wasn't really paying much attention to Diana, he was more interested in the misty, dark forest around them. He had a bad feeling in these woods. A feeling that he was being watched on all sides. That something was waiting to attack. "Diana," he stopped her in mid-sentence. Darkness loomed all around and consumed them.
She sighed, "You haven't been listening to a word I've said! I noticed you weren't two minutes ago. Since then I've called you a stupid idiot, a corn pigfish pixie, a dickless howler monkey, and a chess whore...."
"Diana! Listen! I've this weird feeling we're being watched!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Well if we weren't then, we are now," she said, angrily. "God, you're beginning to sound like Hermione. We're fine."
"Oh wait, who was the one scared that we could be caught on the bus? That would be you!" Harry yelled. "I'm just saying we should be careful."
"Well, if we ARE in any danger it's because of your screaming," Diana huffed.
"No, it's because of your continuous rambling!"Harry yelled. Diana dropped his stuff and stumped off. "Diana! Don't do this!" He dropped his trunk, and sat on it. He couldn't begin to see where she had gone through the fog. "Diana!" he yelled. He didn't hear anything but Hedwig's hoot that came from behind him.
He began to think of Diana, out there all alone, in the dark. What if she got hurt? He couldn't bare to think about it. "Diana! Please! I'm sorry! I don't want you to get hurt out there! Diana! Please! I love you! If you got hurt or worse, I don't know what I'd do with myself!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.
No answer.
He normally loved to sit and listen to Diana's continuous rambling, but not in these woods... He didn't feel that the woods were safe at all. He just wanted to protect her.
Harry stared down at the ground in front of him, and moped. Suddenly, a pair of familiar mint green shoes appeared in front of him. He looked up and saw Diana staring down at him, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Did you mean what you said?" she asked with a sniff.
"Yeah," he said. She smiled at him, as tears continued to fall down her cheeks. Harry stood up and stared into her eyes. This was his favorite part of fights he had with Diana - the part where they make up.
Diana looked down at the ground, as he touched her face lightly. "I shouldn't have overreacted like I did," she said.
"I shouldn't have said what I did," he said, lifting her chin up so he could see her eyes. He put a hand on her hip and kissed her. "We should probably be moving. I don't feel comfortable in the woods like this."
"All right," she said. They both picked up his trunk and continued on.
"Why did we have to leave the cab anyway? Why couldn't the cab just take us?" Harry asked, constantly looking behind his back.
"Because where this place is, is a secret. Besides, we only have a mile left to travel," Diana stared off into the distance. "Can't you see the lights up ahead?"
Harry squinted and could see a dull yellow light. "Oh, over there. Yeah I see it," he said. "You have good eyes. I had to squint to see that."
"Yeah, well," she sighed.
"How much longer til we're there?" He asked, once again looking behind his back.
"About half a mile," Diana said.
"Good," he said under his breath. Diana overheard him and rolled her eyes.
"Harry, we're perfectly fine out here. I've never known any forest to be so protected," she stated. Just then, they heard a werewolf howl. "Was that a werewolf?" Diana asked, looking all around her in a panic.
"This forest is safe. . . right," he rolled his eyes.
"This is not a time to torment me!" Diana yelled.
"Well, what are we going to do?" he asked.
"Well, run," she motioned.
"We can't run, it'll attract it," he said.
"Oh right. . . This is the famous Harry Potter we're talking about here. I have an idea, you can be the heroic one and fight him with your teeth, while I take Hedwig, climb up in a tree, and watch as you kill it. How about that!?" she said sarcastically.
"This is not the time to be sarcastic!" Harry yelled, as they sped up. There was another howl that seemed much closer.
"Run!" Diana yelled.
They ran as fast as they could. The lights from the two houses kept getting bigger and bigger. "We're almost there," Diana huffed.
They reached the edge of the woods and they could still hear it chasing them. Harry felt like he was about to collapse when he saw the two houses that were in front of him.
Diana and Harry ran past the first house and then over a trail to the next house. They ran up the house's stoop and Diana pushed the door open. They ran in and slammed the door. They stood heaving. "DIANA ELIZABETH SNAPE!" They heard her uncle yell.
"That . . . doesn't . . . sound . . . good," Harry panted.
"That would be . . . the understatement of . . . the year," she said, trying to catch her breath.
(The sequel to The White Rose)
Since this is a sequel I'll give you all a little insight to what happened in my last story.(If you already read the story don't read this. If you want to read my first story don't read this.I have to say my story was better than this summary.) Um... Diana Snape's parents are killed by the evil Voldemort. She now is forced to live with her loving Uncle Severius. Which Means, that she will be going to Hogwarts. (How Cliche) Well, eventually she makes friends with Harry, Ron, and Hermione and sorted into Gryffindor. Shorty after Harry asks her to a Halloween dance, they start dating. Now, she is helping them investigate a very dark curse that causes you to go in a sleep with the most horrible nightmares you have ever had. Along the way they provive Sirius is innocent and meet one of Diana's closest friends, Sara Kerckhove. Everything is going well until Diana is put under the same curse they have been investigating. Um... needless to say she's saved and then later on kidnapped by Voldemort. From all this you find out that Harry is the heir to Gryffindor and Diana is not only another heir to Slytherin(really had to read the story to get that one) but Voldemort's cousin. If you read this story eventually it will all come together.
By: Diana Snape
Prologue:
Diana walked down the hallway of a majestic castle. Everything seemed to glow with the color green. Tapestries and paintings of great wizards covered the walls. The floor was a cold, dark gray. Candles lit the halls as she continued to walk.
She was wearing a light green, flowing dress. Her hair was in soft curls. She was wearing a brilliant, green amulet on a golden chain around her neck. But hidden beneath the collar of her dress was something that her husband couldn't see. It was a chain, and on it hung a ring with a ruby red stone, given to her by the love of her life . . . Godric Gryffindor.
She didn't know why her husband had called her to the study. It was in the east wing, and she avoided that area with all costs. Her husband's room was in that wing as well, but Diana Elizabeth's room was in the west wing, as far away from his room as possible.
Diana couldn't stand him. She hated her uncle for tricking her into marrying him. Her life would have been perfect if she had married Godric. The one that visited her every night, the one that she had plans to run away with, the one whose child she was about to bear.
She was two months pregnant, and she hadn't told Godric yet. Diana feared what he would say. What if he didn't want her after that?
Diana finally stopped at a set of beautiful white doors. She pushed them open and walked inside.
"Diana Elizabeth, my dear, you look horrible. What, were you up all night?" her husband said. She stared into his cold, black eyes.
"Salazar, are you inquiring about my health? Not that's it any of your business, but I slept beautifully. Why did you call me here?" Diana snapped.
"Because we are going to see the castle tomorrow. Check on the progress," Salazar answered.
"Very well." She got up and began to leave.
"And next time you see me, give me some respect," Salazar said, coldly.
Diana turned around and stared. "You may scare everyone, but you have never scared me."
"Well, maybe not, but if I we're you, I'd be scared," Salazar said, running his hands though his dark black, greasy hair. Diana turned and began the walk to her room.
She walked down the hallway thinking about how much she hated him, about how much she hated her life. She even hated their child, Ethan.
Salazar wanted an heir, just like Godric had. Diana and Salazar had never even touched each other, not even on their wedding night. So, out of anger, he raped her. He had then given his heir a different last name to protect him--Snape. She even hated that name.
She pushed open the doors to her room, and then closed and locked them behind her. She sat on the bed thinking about everything. The thought of suicide crossed her mind, then she thought about Godric. His touch, his lips, his eyes . . . she hated to be without him.
She got up and walked over to her window. She looked out at the stars waiting for her love. Suddenly, she began to cry. She walked over to her bed and pulled her wand out from under her pillows. She sat there with the wand in hand, wondering if he would ever come again. She put the wand away, and got out a knife. Putting the knife to her wrists she began to cry harder.
Suddenly, the window opened, and there he was. His green eyes penetrated her soul. She dropped the knife and ran over to help him in.
"I thought you weren't coming again," Diana Elizabeth said, pulling him into her room.
"Why would you think such a thing like that? I love you with all my soul," he said, running his hands though her golden hair. He stared into her blue eyes.
"I missed you," he said, just before he kissed her.
Suddenly she knew why she lived every horrible day, for these wonderful nights. "I missed you," she smiled, running her hands though his messy, jet black hair.
"When are we going to run away together?" Godric asked, touching Diana Elizabeth.
"As soon as we can," she answered, realizing she still had tears in her eyes.
He began to wipe them away. "No need to cry." Then, he picked her up, carried her over to her bed, and laid her down. He laid down on top of her and kissed her.
***
Diana Elizabeth Snape shot strange up in her bed. "It was a dream! Harry?" she said to herself.
For the rest of that night she sat in bed thinking about her dream. "What did it mean?...maybe it's a reaction to me finding out I'm one of Slytherin's heirs...but then, why was Harry Godric? And how come I was Salazar's wife? Or maybe this is about some deep sexual feelings toward Harry that my subconscious wants to bring out . . . no, too logical for my subconscious..." Diana laid there all night thinking about what the dream meant.
Chapter 1:
Harry laid in his bed staring at a picture of his girlfriend, Diana Snape. It had been a week since school had gotten out...it was the longest he had ever been apart from her. He hadn't heard a word from Sirius (who was supposed to owl after he got settled into their house) or Diana. At that moment he would have been happy to hear something from Professor Snape.
He sighed and pulled the covers up to his neck, listening to the rain pound against his window. He continued to stare at the picture. It was in a nice frame. It would have been nicer if Dudley hadn't dropped it, and broken the glass.
"Harry's got a girlfriend!" Dudley had teased, waddling into the kitchen with the picture in hand.
Harry had looked up from his breakfast, to see Dudley with the picture. "Give that to me!" Harry yelled, jumping up to grab it out of his hands. Dudley jumped back and continued to tease.
"Have you kissed her? Do you love her?" Dudley laughed.
Mr. Dursley snatched the picture out of Dudley's hands, and looked at it. "I take it she's one of your kind?" Mr. Dursley sneered.
"Yes," Harry said, trying to grab the picture.
"Too bad. She looks like she has some promise." He stared at the picture. Then, Dudley snatched it out of his hands and ran with it.
"Give it back!" Harry yelled.
"Who on earth would want to go out with you?" Dudley teased. "She must be a huge freak." He laughed.
Harry snapped and hit Dudley in the head. Dudley dropped the picture, and the glass broke.
Harry had been locked in his room since.
~~
"I swear I'll write you every day we're apart," Diana said. Harry kissed her.
"I'll miss you," Harry sighed.
"But Sirius will be settled in no time. We'll be seeing each other in less than a week," Diana smiled, holding his hands in hers.
"I love you," Harry said.
"I love you too," Diana smiled. They kissed, and they parted.
~~
He remembered the day they parted outside the Hogwart's Express. She hadn't written.
He sighed, thinking of her. He closed his eyes, remembering her face. He felt a little bit better doing this. In fact, he began to fall asleep.
He was awoken suddenly by a thump at his window. He sat up and looked out. He pulled on his glasses, and a hand came into view. "Let me in!" He heard a voice. It sounded a lot like . . .
"Diana!" He jumped up and opened the window. It was her, but she was covered in mud. At first he didn't recognize her. "What happened to you?" Harry asked. Her whole body was covered in mud.
"Broomstick, lighting bolt, mud puddle, long story," Diana said quickly. "Aren't you going to let me in? I'm freezing."
He had been staring, "Oh . . . yeah . . . Hold on, let me get something on the floor so my Aunt and Uncle don't kill me."
"That's what I'm here about. Sirius and my uncle sent me to come get you," Diana smiled.
"Wait, why didn't they come? And you fell off your broom?" Harry began to laugh. Diana got a look on her face like, 'Yuck it up clown.'
"Could you save this for later? I'm still out in the rain." Diana rolled her eyes.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Harry laughed, helping her in. "Let me get something to clean you off with." He got out an old robe, and wiped her face off.
"What is this? A ghetto towel?" Diana laughed, as Harry tried to get the mud out of her hair.
Harry stared into her eyes, they were even more beautiful in the dark. He touched her face. "Why didn't you write?" Harry asked. "I missed you."
"Didn't you hear?" Diana looked shocked.
"Hear what?" He asked.
"Of course you didn't hear," she said under breath. "Voldemort murdered the Ministers of Magic from China and Italy...the Chinese Minister was in Italy for the week...after that, there was a rise in Death Eater activity. The whole wizarding community has been in complete lock down. You can't owl. You can't even travel the Floo network. For the first time in a century, Diagon Alley has been shut down."
"When did this happen?" Harry asked, making every effort to keep his voice down.
"The night we got out of school," Diana whispered. "And worse has happened." Diana stopped and sighed. "Draco's mother was murdered."
Harry stared. "By who?"
"Who else? Voldemort," Diana said. "But, despite the lock down, Draco managed to get hold of me. He told me that after the lock down he wanted to meet me. Said that he had information that needed to get to Dumbledore as soon as possible. He couldn't tell me in the letter. It was too risky."
"Wait, isn't Draco working for the dark side?" Harry asked.
"No, he hates Voldemort and his father," Diana explained.
"I could have sworn that he was working for Voldemort." Harry whispered.
"Why would he work for Voldemort, when he idolizes my uncle? I mean, he may have been a Death Eater, but he left. Draco has great respect for him for that reason.
"But anyway, I'm not even suppose to be here because of the lock down," Diana smiled.
"Well, why are you?" Harry wondered.
"My uncle thought it would be a good idea if we got you out of the Muggle world. He was right. It's too risky sending you here. Especially since it's believed Voldemort's back to full power, and after the boom in Death Eater activity, it would be easy for Voldemort to get to you when you're with the Dursleys," Diana sighed.
"Why didn't Sirius come?"
"I don't know. He said something about 'us' time...and I'm smaller and quieter." Diana rolled her eyes. "So where's your stuff?"
"Locked in the closet under the stairs," Harry sighed.
"Okay, let's go get it," Diana said. She walked up to the door and tried to open it. She pulled, and pulled, and then after that, she pulled some more. "Um . . . Your door's not opening."
"It's 'cause I'm locked in," Harry explained
"Why?" Diana raised her eyebrows in confusion.
"Well, Dudley got a hold of the picture of you. He said some mean things, and I slugged him. Then, he broke the glass," Harry looked over at the picture.
"When did this happen?" Diana asked angrily.
Harry looked off into space in deep thought. "Four days ago . . . "
"WHAT?!" she yelled.
"Shh! They'll hear you!" he whispered.
"Have they fed you?" Diana asked, with a whisper.
"No...well, water."
"WHAT?! Oh they didn't. Sirius is going to kill them!" Diana yelled.
"Shh . . .! "
"Sorry," Diana said. She wrapped her arms around him. "When I get you out of here, I'm going to get you some food. That's child abuse." Diana held him.
"I'm fine, I swear." Harry tried to play it off.
"Come on, let's get going. Out the window."
"But my stuff?"
"We're going to go through the front door," Diana said.
"We're on the second floor," Harry informed her.
"Don't worry. I've got it all under control," Diana smiled. Mud still covered her face. Harry thought it was kind of cute.
"For some reason, I'm scared," Harry laughed. Diana glared.
She crawled out the window. "Are you coming?"Harry went to the window and looked out. It had stopped raining. Two feet below him was Diana on her broom waiting. "Told you I had it under control." Diana rolled her eyes.
Harry crawled out onto Diana's broom. He grabbed her waist as they landed. They got off, and Diana grabbed her broom.
"Let's go," she said. Harry smiled.
They ran though the Dursley's backyard. Harry ran ahead of her to open the gate. Just as he was opening the gate, he heard a scream. He turned around and saw Diana laying in a mud puddle. "Not again," Diana moaned.
Harry walked over, laughing. "Well, you're just Miss Graceful tonight, aren't you?" Harry laughed. Diana smirked. "Here let me help you up." He put out his hand. Diana grabbed it and pulled him in the puddle.
"Oops," she said innocently. (Right... Diana innocent! *Laughs* Or not!) (A/n: Harmony! Get out of my story!) (Fine... if you insist.)
"Diana!" he yelled, throwing mud at her.
"Harry," Diana laughed, throwing mud back.
This continued with them rolling in the mud together. They stopped, and Harry was on top of her. They stared into each others eyes, and kissed. Diana smiled, and put a handful of mud in Harry's hair. "We better..." Diana began awkwardly.
"Yeah..." Harry said, hesitating to help Diana up.
They walked into the front yard covered in mud. "Now, we have to get into the house. This should be fun," Diana smiled, evilly.
"How do you plan on getting in?" Harry asked. "We can't use magic."
"You can't, but I can. I'm still considered an American witch. We can use magic during holidays," Diana folded her arms with a smile.
"I don't know about this, you might get in trouble," Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Harry, it'll be ok--" Diana began.
"Diana, just don't," Harry sighed.
"Fine, but... Wait a second." She dug into her hair, and pulled out a bobby pin. "I'll pick the lock." Diana got down on her knees in front of the door, and began to pick the lock. She heard a click and pushed the door open. "I am so good! Let's go."
Harry stood there, "We're going to get mud everywhere."
Diana stood up, and pulled him in. "It doesn't matter, you're coming to live with Sirius anyway. So where is this closet?"
"Over there," he pointed. She ran over and began to pick the lock on the door. There was a click, and Diana swung the door open. They pulled his stuff out of the closet quietly, and Diana began to carry it out.
"Diana."
"What?" she whispered.
"There's still some stuff up in my room," Harry said.
"Why didn't you get it before we left your room?" Diana demanded, walking back into the house and giving Harry a look.
"I'm sorry..." Harry said.
"Well, let's go get the rest of your stuff," Diana said, walking away. Harry grabbed her arm to stop her. "What?"
"Be careful, walk up the steps carefully," Harry said. Diana raised her right eyebrow. "They creak."
"Oh," Diana said, turning back around. He stopped her again, and kissed her. She smiled.
"It's nice to see you," he smiled.
They walked up the stairs into Harry's room. Harry handed Diana Hedwig's cage, with Hedwig inside. Harry grabbed everything from under his loose floorboard.
"Hey, I haven't seen you in a while," Diana said to Hedwig. "Ready Harry?"
"Yeah, I think..." They began to walk out the door, when Harry stopped. "Wait."
"What?" Diana asked.
Harry got under his sheets and pulled out his books and stuff. Then he grabbed his picture of Diana. Diana smiled. "I'm ready now," Harry said.
They went down the stairs quietly, and put all Harry's stuff from his bedroom in his trunk.
"Let's go," Diana said. "This is great! You're finally coming to live with Sirius--" Diana began.
"Wait, I forgot my broom!"
"Where is it?" Diana asked witheringly.
"In my room," Harry said.
"I'll go get it," Diana said, walking up the stairs. She stopped. "Where in your room?"
"Under my bed."
Diana walked up the stairs, and grabbed Harry's broom. She began to walk down the stairs, yet again. She looked down at all the mud tracks they had made. "Harry look at the rug," she snickered.
He laughed too. "Aunt Petunia is going to freak when she wakes up."
Diana began to laugh so hard she fell down the steps. She landed at the bottom with a thud.
"WHO'S THERE?" They heard Harry's uncle yell.
"Oops..." Diana's eyes got wide. She looked at the mud streak that was left where she had fallen.
"Let's go!" Harry yelled.
They grabbed Harry's stuff and began to run. Just as they reached the door, Mr. Dursley ran down the stairs. "WHAT IS THIS?" Mr. Dursley yelled.
"Harry's coming to live with his Godfather, bye! Run, Harry!" Diana screamed.
They ran out the door with Harry's stuff. "GET BACK HERE BOY!"
"How about some magic, Harry?" Diana asked.
"Now would be a great time!" Harry smiled.
Diana dropped the broom, and walked back though the door. She got out her wand and pointed it at him. "Steif!" She ran out of the house. She stopped when she heard Harry's Aunt scream.
"Come on!" Harry yelled. Diana grabbed Harry's stuff and ran.
They ran about a mile, or two. "Let's stop, Diana." He had trouble breathing.
"Fine," she stopped, and fell to the ground.
"You okay?" Harry asked.
"I'm fine. Is he always like this? I mean his face was bright purple. Does he hurt you?" Diana stood up.
"Yeah, he's always like that. He's never hurt me, though," Harry said. "What was that curse you put on him?"
Diana smiled, and laughed. "It's an old German curse. It's petrifies the person for an hour or two."
"Leave it to you to know an old German curse," Harry laughed. Diana grinned evilly. "What else did you do?"
"I..." Diana laughed. "I made you cousin temporarily... a dog..." Diana laughed.
"That's my Diana!" Harry laughed, and then kissed her. "Now, what are we going to do?"
"Um... fly..." Diana said, uncertainly.
"What are we going to do about my stuff?" Harry asked. Diana sighed.
"Magic..." Diana smiled, pulling out her wand.
"No! You're going to be in so much trouble!" Harry stopped her. "What about the bus?"
"That was temporarily shut down... remember we're in a lock down," Diana sighed. Diana looked over and saw a fast food place. "But let's go get food." Diana pulled Harry.
"I only have wizarding money," Harry said.
"I have muggle money," Diana smiled. "Wait here." She walked into the fast food place. Harry sat down on the curb, with Hedwig's cage next to him.
She came out with a bag of food and two drinks. Diana sat down next to Harry and smiled at him. He laughed. "What?"
"You're still muddy! And...why is the store opened at this time of night?"
"You're still muddy too. I think they're just open late." Diana handed Harry some fries and a burger.
"But you went into the store with mud on you. Didn't they look at you weird?" Harry asked, taking a bite out of his burger.
"Yeah, a little."
"Why do you have muggle money?" Harry asked.
"In case I'm stuck in a situation just like this. I also have a thing for fast food," Diana rolled her eyes.
"Well, the problem still remains; how are we going to get home?" Harry asked.
Diana looked around in disgust. "We might have to use public transportation...where is the nearest bus station? 'Cause we can take a bus to London, then take a cab to my uncle's house."
"The nearest bus station is about five miles away," Harry stated.
"Well, it could be farther..." Diana thought out loud. After that they sat and finished their meal in silence.
When they were done, they gathered Harry's stuff, and began to walk to the bus station. They walked in silence for three miles, before Diana thought of something.
"Did you have to read Romeo and Juliet in fourth year?" she asked, staring at the stars.
"What?" Harry asked, confused.
"You know, Romeo and Juliet? William Shakespeare? That boring, dead British guy." Harry's face was blank. Diana rolled her eyes. "Hamlet? A Midsummers Night Dream? Anything?"
"To be or not to be," Harry rambled.
"There, that's Shakespeare!" Diana said.
"Really? I thought I that was from Stephen King. You know, talking about those killer bees... never mind," Harry scratched his head. Diana rolled her eyes, then hit her head.
"Romeo and Juliet were the most unpractical people ever. They met one day, got married the next..."
"They got married one day after meeting each other!" Harry's eyes got large.
"Yeah..." Diana sighed. "They thought they were in love. Then, they killed themselves."
Harry stared at Diana, "That's interesting. . . I think." Then there was silence once again.
They continued to walk like that for about a mile. Then Harry decided to break that silence and said, "Doodle Puff!"
Diana raised her eyebrows and stared at him. "WHAT?" she asked.
"Doodle Puff!" Harry smiled at her.
"Right. . ." she nodded her head. Harry put down his end of the trunk, and then Diana put down hers. "Wha..." Diana began, but Harry had grabbed her by the arm and began to kiss her. Harry put his hands on her hips and moved her closer. Diana wrapped her arms around him, and ran her hands though his hair. They parted.
"What was that for?" Diana asked.
"It's good to see you again," Harry smiled. "And I like to make you speechless."
Diana glared, "You would, wouldn't you." Harry pulled her closer to him, and kissed her again. He finally parted her lips with his tongue. Diana felt her legs shake, and then her body went numb. They parted.
"Um... I can see the bus station," Diana said.
Harry laughed. "All right."
"Let's go," Diana said, grabbing her side of Harry's trunk. Harry grabbed the other side, and they continued to walk.
They stopped in front of the bus station, and dropped his stuff. "Here we are," Harry said.
"Harry," Diana had a look of disgust.
"What?" Harry asked.
"You're still in your PJ's!"
"What, you don't like my PJ's?" Harry looked hurt.
Diana smiled. "It's not that, I would like them more if there were less of them."
"It's not warm enough for that yet," Harry smiled.
Diana rolled her eyes. "The point is, you're going to look stupid walking into a bus station with PJ's on.".
"So?" Harry smiled, grabbing his side of the trunk. Diana grabbed her side, and they proceeded to walk in.
They walked over to the ticket window. "May I help you?" A woman with brown hair and deep red lipstick asked. She was putting on deep red nail polish. Unfortunately for her, red was not her color.
"Yeah, we need two tickets for the next bus to London please," Harry said.
The woman looked at the two of them. She smiled. "Aw... It's a young couple in love. What, are you two running away to get married?"
Harry stared at Diana for a moment. She looked shocked.
"Yeah, how did you guess?" Diana asked, suddenly snapping out of it and smiling. Harry stared at her in shock.
"You two just seem like you're both deeply in love," the woman smiled.
Diana looked at Harry and smiled. "Yeah, we are." Harry smiled back and grabbed her hand.
"Like Romeo and Juliet," the woman smiled. "How beautiful."
"Only because her uncle's nuts," Harry smiled. Diana rolled her eyes.
"Oh, those tickets!" The woman smiled. She handed them two tickets to London. "That will be 30 pounds." Diana handed her the money. "Thank you, and good luck."
"Thanks," Diana smiled. They picked up Harry's trunk, walked over to some benches, and sat down. Diana looked at the ticket, then her watch. "We have 15 minutes till the bus comes. That gives me plenty of time to get cleaned up, and for you to change out of your pajamas." Diana rolled her eyes in disgust.
"What, did you want me to change right in front of you at my house?" Harry asked.
Diana laughed. "We are getting married in London aren't we? Plus, you know you would have loved it."
"Yeah I would have loved it, but would you?" Harry smiled.
"No, that's not the question, the question is, what would my uncle say if he found out?" Diana grinned.
"You are a dirty little girl, aren't you?" Harry laughed.
"Maybe," Diana smiled and kissed him. "Well, we better go get cleaned up."
"All right," Harry sighed, as she walked to the women's bathroom. Harry pulled his trunk into the men's bathroom with him.
Diana looked around the bathroom, then locked the door. She turned the water on in the sink and stuck her head under the faucet. After all the mud was out she hit the button on the hand dryer thing, and stuck her head under that until her hair was as dry as she could get it. She looked in mirror and ran her hands though her hair to get the knots out.
She looked at her long sleeved shirt that was now stained from the mud. She took it off, and underneath was a mint green tank top. She got the mud off the rest of her, unlocked the door, and left.
Harry was sitting in the same place where he was before. He had Hedwig's cage sitting on his lap. "Where's your stuff?" Diana asked, playing with the shirt in her hand.
"They loaded it on the bus," Harry said.
"What about Hedwig?" She asked, sitting down next to him.
"I'm bringing her on the bus with us," he said, sticking his fingers through the cage to pet her.
"WHAT? Do you know how suspicious that is?" Diana yelled. "I mean, muggles don't run around with owls! What if there's a Death Eater on the bus? They'll know it's us, and..." Diana stopped. "No! You're putting the owl with your trunk."
"No! What if they hurt her?" Harry looked lovingly at his owl.
"Hagrid has been rubbing off on you," she rolled her eyes.
"And that's a bad thing?" Harry laughed.
"Harry..."she groaned.
"Diana..." he groaned.
"Don't get me wrong, I love Hedwig. We just can't bring her on the bus with us," she sighed.
"Please, no one is going to get suspicious,"Harry gave her his best puppy eyes. "Please... I love you."
Diana looked away. "No!"
He grabbed her chin and made her look. "Please... Diana," Harry gave her more puppy eyes.
Diana sighed, "Did you ask if it's all right?"
"Yeah, it's fine," he smiled.
"I hate those puppy eyes," Diana grunted.
Harry kissed her. "You can't resist my eyes."
"We have to board the bus," she said, standing up. "Let's go." Diana helped Harry up, and they walked outside and saw their bus.
There weren't a lot of people on the bus, but the people who were there kept staring at them. They took two seats a few rows from the back. "This bus is packed with muggles tonight," a middle age woman said, to her husband. They were sitting in the row behind them.
Harry and Diana stared at each other. "Muggles?" Diana looked at Harry with shock. "Told you the owl was a bad idea," Diana glared, picking at the ugly, gray seats.
"Excuse me you two," the woman said to them.
"Yes," Diana turned around with a smile.
"Are you two married?" The woman asked.
Harry turned around and put his arm around Diana. "Yes, we're newlyweds," Harry smiled at Diana lovingly.
"Yeah, we decided to get married after we found out I was pregnant," Diana held Harry tighter.
"That's wonderful, two young lovers. My husband and I decided to run off and get married when we were 16," the woman smiled at her husband.
"It's nice to know that's there's more of our kind on this bus," the husband said.
"Your kind?" Harry asked.
"Wizarding folk," the man whispered with a smile.
"Yeah," Diana smiled. "I thought after the lock-down, we'd never be able to run away from my uncle's and get married tonight."
"Yes, were going to visit some family in London," the woman smiled.
"Oh," Diana smiled. "Sounds lovely."
"You look strangely familiar...Diana?" The woman looked at Diana. "You look like a girl I use to babysit for. Um... Diana Snape."
Diana eyes got wide. "Hey Di..." Harry began, but Diana put her hand over his mouth.
"I don't know anyone by that name," she smiled. "Um... what did you say your name was?"
"My name is Ann Shafer," Ann said. "Really you look exactly like her. Her parents were murdered last summer, and she moved with her uncle in England from America."
"Well, my name is Deanna Snack," she shook the woman's hand.
"How old are you dear?" Ann asked.
Diana looked around quickly. "Twenty, in August."
"Are you Harry Potter?" Ann asked suddenly, turning her attentions to Harry.
"No! This is Larry," Diana said quickly, before Harry could say anything. "This Diana, tell me more about her."
"Well, I'm good friends with her Uncle Severus. I must have babysat her when she was 5, that would make her 17 in September. She was a darling little girl," Anne said. "Tell me about your husband, dear. He is Harry Potter, isn't he? I can see the scar."
"Oh no that's mud," Diana licked her finger and began to rub his scar. "Well, it's not coming off right now."
"That is Harry Potter," her husband insisted.
Harry moved the his hair in so they couldn't see it. "This is my husband Larry...Larry Potty," Diana smiled, as Harry stared in shock. "We're the Pottys."
"I thought you said your name was Deanna Snack," Ann asked.
"That was my maiden name. My name is Deanna Potty," Diana looked at Harry. "Harry, I mean Larry, I think Hedwig might need more room. Maybe we should move to those three seats in the back."
"All right," Harry said. "Well, it was nice meeting you two."
"Yes, very nice. Have a good night," Diana smiled, pushing Harry to the back.
He sat down and stared,"Larry Potty?"
"It was the only thing I could come up with," Diana said, harshly. "Besides I know her, that was my babysitter. She's good friends with my Uncle. I couldn't just say I was Diana Elizabeth Snape and you're Harry James Potter now could I ? She'd be sending a owl saying, 'Your 16-year-old niece married Harry Potter last night. Oh yes, we saw her on the bus. They looked so happy together. Well, they better be, because she's pregnant!' We would never see the light of day again!" Diana rambled quickly. She stopped and breathed heavily.
"Better now?" Harry asked, rolling his eyes. 'That's Diana for you, dramatic,' Harry thought.
"Are they ever going to move this bus? I really need a bubble bath," Diana whimpered.
"When we get to London we can get a Honeymoon Suite, and you can take your bubble bath," he joked. "As long as I can take one with you."
Diana rolled her eyes. "Men..."
"You know you love me," he said, tickling her side.
Diana laughed, then pushed him away playfully. "That's beside the point," she laughed, poking him in the shoulder.
"That's exactly the point," Harry kissed her. Diana wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest.
"I'm sleepy," Diana said, as he wrapped his arms around her.
"Go to sleep then," he said, leaning against the seat. He kissed the top of her head, then ran his hands through her hair.
"I love you," Diana said, closing her eyes.
"I love you too," Harry said.
Diana felt the bus begin to vibrate. The soft sound of Harry's breathing and the vibration of the bus put her to sleep.
***
Some nights Godric and Diana would just hold each other. Tonight was one of those nights.
"When are we going to run away?" Diana asked, staring into his bright green eyes.
"How about tonight?"Godric smiled.
"I only wish," Diana said, running her finger down Godric's bare chest. She looked out her window, and saw the rising sun. She sighed, and a tear fell down her cheek.
"I have to leave now," Godric said, felling the tear hit his chest. "Please don't cry for me."
Diana sat up. "But I must." Godric sat up next to her, and ran his hands though her hair. The time had presented itself to tell him about her being pregnant. "Godric," she said, timidly.
"Yes," he sighed, still running her hands though her hair.
She looked into his beautiful, bright eyes. "Remember when we first met, you said that you wanted to have children with me?" Diana felt the tears run down her face.
"Are you pregnant?" Godric asked, with a smile.
Diana put her face into her hands, and cried, "Yes! I don't know what to do! What if Salazar finds out? He will kill the both of us!" She looked up at him, her eyes red from crying. "Please don't leave me!"
"Why would I leave you?" Godric asked, kissing her forehead. "I would never do such a thing. I love you."
"What now?"
"I leave for home, and then figure out a way to get you out of his place," he smiled.
"All right," Diana sighed.
Godric got out of bed, and put on his shirt. "Aren't you going to kiss me good bye?" he asked, walking over to the window. He opened the window and stared back at her.
Diana smiled, then jumped out of bed. She ran over and threw her arms around him. "I love you," she whispered into his ear.
"I love you too," he said, holding her tightly. Godric kissed her, and then let her go.
"Good bye," Diana sighed, as he began to climb out her window.
"Good bye," he smiled. "I'll be back... I promise."
Then he was gone.
***
They had turned off the lights in the cabin of the bus, which allowed the moonlight to shine in and hit Diana as she slept. Harry hadn't seen her look as beautiful as she did right there.
He felt her arms tighten around him, and tears fall down her cheeks. He ran his hands though her hair, her arms tightened more as he did this.
Diana moved her face into his chest, and sighed heavily. "Where am I?" Harry heard her say.
"Diana, are you all right?" he whispered.
Diana moved her head to look up at him. "Harry?"
"Yeah," he said.
"How long have I been asleep?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.
"About an hour," he said, touching her face gently.
"How long until we're there?" Diana asked, kissing his hand.
"Another 15 minutes," he smiled, as she ran her hands though his hair. "What were you dreaming about?"
"I don't remember," she lied.
"Yeah, I sometimes don't remember what I dream about either," he said, staring off into space. He looked down at her again with a look of concern. "Whatever you were dreaming about made you cry."
And with that, the bus arrived in London. Harry and Diana got their Honeymoon suite and took their bubble bath. Harry found a new love of bubble baths.
Or not. (Diana: Harmony! Get out of my GD story! Now! I thought I got you out! Leave you little... person!)(Harmony: *deeply offended* I take that term personally! *sulks away**plops onto bed....Diana's bed!*) (Diana: You little whore get off my bed! I know you want to see Diana and Harry get it on, but that doesn't happen until the third story!)(Harmony: Don't be ridiculous, Di, if I wanted to see Diana and Harry at it, I'd be in the bathroom, where the bubble bath was in action, wouldn't I?)(Diana: You're sick! SICK!)(Harmony: *innocently* Moi? *grows devil horns* Okay, okay...too much time with Swiss obviously. He's the one that watered your seed, after all!)(Diana:*leaves in pain* No he didn't! How sick is that?)(Harmony: *confused* wait a sec, didn't Swiss water the seed Kristina planted? I'm confuzzled!!!!)(Diana: Never mind people, back to your regularly scheduled fic!)
"It was nothing, really," Diana lied.
"Where is it we live?" Harry asked.
"We live 15 miles outside of London," Diana sighed. "We're surrounded by woods. It's quite nice and peaceful."
"Sounds nice," he smiled.
Diana put her head back on Harry's chest. "You can always hear the birds sing in the morning, and you can always see the stars at night. It's wonderful," she smiled.
With that, the bus pulled into the station and came to a complete stop. The lights came back on and everyone began to get off. "Do you have Hedwig?" Diana asked, as she stepped off the bus.
"I have her right here," he said, following behind her.
Diana sighed. "Let's get your stuff." She walked over to where they were unloading the bus.
"All right," Harry said, catching up to her.
They stopped and watched as they threw stuff out of the bus. "That's so wrong! What if there's fragile stuff in the luggage? In America, you can sue for that," Diana nodded, watching as they threw a box about 10 feet into a heap of luggage.
"See why I didn't want to put Hedwig in there?" Harry rolled his eyes.
"Harry, you don't understand that..." She stopped when she saw them throw a box with a dog in it into the heap. "I'm sorry I ever doubted your reasoning," Diana said in shock.
"Did you just admit you were wrong?" Harry asked with a smile.
Diana looked over at Harry. "I didn't admit I was wrong! I said I was sorry for believing that you had no good reason for taking Hedwig on the bus. That's all," she explained quickly.
"But that would be admitting that you're wrong," Harry grinned evilly. "You don't usually admit you're wrong Diana. You seem to have too much pride for that."
"Fine, I admitted I'm wrong! Big deal! The world is not going to come to an abrupt end," Diana glared.
"Maybe it will," he laughed.
"You just love to get me all riled up, don't you?" She looked away.
"Maybe..." Harry laughed harder as she pushed him. "Oh! There's my trunk!" They watch as they threw it into the pile.
"Do you want to go brave the flying luggage to go rescue your trunk, or should I?" Diana asked, in a very smart-ass tone. Harry laughed at her remark.
"If you hold Hedwig, I will," he said.
"All right," Diana said, as Harry handed her Hedwig.
"Are you going to give me a goodbye kiss before I venture to my potential fate?" he asked, half laughing.
Diana walked up to him and wrapped her free arm around his neck. "Do be careful. I would hate to be a very unhappy, widowed Mrs. Potty," she said kissing him on the lips dramatically.
"If I'm not back in two days, send a search party," Harry said, kissing her again. Diana let go of him, and watched as he walked over to the pile.
Harry grabbed his trunk and ran away, dodging a flying suitcase. When he was close enough, Diana threw her free arm around him and kissed him.
"My hero!" she said happily.
"What? I didn't save your trunk, I saved mine," Harry smiled.
"Oh... you have a point," Diana said, as she let go of him and began to walk away.
"Diana!" Harry called after her.
"Come on, we still have to get a cab." She turned and rolled her eyes. "Come on." Diana turned back around and continued to walk away with Hedwig.
"Can you help me with my trunk?" Harry asked. Diana turned around, walked back over to Harry, and grabbed the right end of his trunk. "Thanks," he smiled.
They walked to the closest street, and signaled for a cab. It had been twenty minutes already, and they weren't even out of London yet. Harry was getting bored. Diana, on the other hand, was having the time of her life.
"Harry look, it's Big Ben!" she said with a smile.
"Oh great..." Harry said, with absolutely no enthusiasm.
"What? Have fun while you're here!" Diana said happily.
"What? I've been in London five million times. It isn't that special," he said dully.
"Well, I've only been here twice," Diana began, as she stared out the window. "But never to sight see."
"Are we there yet?" Harry complained.
"We have about ten miles," Diana sighed, as the sight of London began to disappear behind the trees.
Diana and Harry watched as trees and fields went by. "How much longer?" Harry asked.
"Not long," Diana said. "In fact... Sir stop here." She paid him, and began to get out.
"Diana there aren't any houses here," Harry protested, grabbing Hedwig.
"I know," Diana said, helping Harry out. "Let's get your stuff." She opened the back and pulled out the trunk. She closed it and they watched as the cab pulled away.
"Where are we going?" Harry asked.
"Home!" Diana said cheerfully.
Harry looked around and sighed. "Where is this house?"
"We have to take the trail 5 miles to get home," Diana said, looking around the edge of the woods.
"What trail?! I don't see a trail!" Harry yelled, getting very frustrated.
Diana pulled a bush out of the way, and lo and behold there was a trail. "This trail," Diana grabbed his stuff. "Coming?"
"Yeah," he said, grabbing the other end of the trunk.
Then they proceed to walk through the woods. "I hope I'm not walking through poison ivy," Diana said with a sigh. "If I am, I'll have a severely bad allergic reaction."
Harry wasn't really paying much attention to Diana, he was more interested in the misty, dark forest around them. He had a bad feeling in these woods. A feeling that he was being watched on all sides. That something was waiting to attack. "Diana," he stopped her in mid-sentence. Darkness loomed all around and consumed them.
She sighed, "You haven't been listening to a word I've said! I noticed you weren't two minutes ago. Since then I've called you a stupid idiot, a corn pigfish pixie, a dickless howler monkey, and a chess whore...."
"Diana! Listen! I've this weird feeling we're being watched!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Well if we weren't then, we are now," she said, angrily. "God, you're beginning to sound like Hermione. We're fine."
"Oh wait, who was the one scared that we could be caught on the bus? That would be you!" Harry yelled. "I'm just saying we should be careful."
"Well, if we ARE in any danger it's because of your screaming," Diana huffed.
"No, it's because of your continuous rambling!"Harry yelled. Diana dropped his stuff and stumped off. "Diana! Don't do this!" He dropped his trunk, and sat on it. He couldn't begin to see where she had gone through the fog. "Diana!" he yelled. He didn't hear anything but Hedwig's hoot that came from behind him.
He began to think of Diana, out there all alone, in the dark. What if she got hurt? He couldn't bare to think about it. "Diana! Please! I'm sorry! I don't want you to get hurt out there! Diana! Please! I love you! If you got hurt or worse, I don't know what I'd do with myself!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.
No answer.
He normally loved to sit and listen to Diana's continuous rambling, but not in these woods... He didn't feel that the woods were safe at all. He just wanted to protect her.
Harry stared down at the ground in front of him, and moped. Suddenly, a pair of familiar mint green shoes appeared in front of him. He looked up and saw Diana staring down at him, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Did you mean what you said?" she asked with a sniff.
"Yeah," he said. She smiled at him, as tears continued to fall down her cheeks. Harry stood up and stared into her eyes. This was his favorite part of fights he had with Diana - the part where they make up.
Diana looked down at the ground, as he touched her face lightly. "I shouldn't have overreacted like I did," she said.
"I shouldn't have said what I did," he said, lifting her chin up so he could see her eyes. He put a hand on her hip and kissed her. "We should probably be moving. I don't feel comfortable in the woods like this."
"All right," she said. They both picked up his trunk and continued on.
"Why did we have to leave the cab anyway? Why couldn't the cab just take us?" Harry asked, constantly looking behind his back.
"Because where this place is, is a secret. Besides, we only have a mile left to travel," Diana stared off into the distance. "Can't you see the lights up ahead?"
Harry squinted and could see a dull yellow light. "Oh, over there. Yeah I see it," he said. "You have good eyes. I had to squint to see that."
"Yeah, well," she sighed.
"How much longer til we're there?" He asked, once again looking behind his back.
"About half a mile," Diana said.
"Good," he said under his breath. Diana overheard him and rolled her eyes.
"Harry, we're perfectly fine out here. I've never known any forest to be so protected," she stated. Just then, they heard a werewolf howl. "Was that a werewolf?" Diana asked, looking all around her in a panic.
"This forest is safe. . . right," he rolled his eyes.
"This is not a time to torment me!" Diana yelled.
"Well, what are we going to do?" he asked.
"Well, run," she motioned.
"We can't run, it'll attract it," he said.
"Oh right. . . This is the famous Harry Potter we're talking about here. I have an idea, you can be the heroic one and fight him with your teeth, while I take Hedwig, climb up in a tree, and watch as you kill it. How about that!?" she said sarcastically.
"This is not the time to be sarcastic!" Harry yelled, as they sped up. There was another howl that seemed much closer.
"Run!" Diana yelled.
They ran as fast as they could. The lights from the two houses kept getting bigger and bigger. "We're almost there," Diana huffed.
They reached the edge of the woods and they could still hear it chasing them. Harry felt like he was about to collapse when he saw the two houses that were in front of him.
Diana and Harry ran past the first house and then over a trail to the next house. They ran up the house's stoop and Diana pushed the door open. They ran in and slammed the door. They stood heaving. "DIANA ELIZABETH SNAPE!" They heard her uncle yell.
"That . . . doesn't . . . sound . . . good," Harry panted.
"That would be . . . the understatement of . . . the year," she said, trying to catch her breath.