Chapter two of cold:

Hello and here is the second chapter of cold.

Now i don't own any of the characters but i do mistreat them by putting them in my fics ;)

anyway i just wanted to say that i'm trying to improve my writing skills so in this chaper i'm switching from 1st person view to 3rd person view (not sure if that's how it's said in english ^^") then finally to another characters view. By the way the Michael in here is a muggle and NOT michael corner from the HP. ^^

Italic bold = flashback

italic only = inner thought

good read ^^


Voices . . .

It's the first thing I hear. Then I start to hear the sound of the hinges of the front door, then finally the quiet click as the door is closed followed by running footsteps to the kitchen as the kettle starts to whistle. Opening my eyes, I squint at the side ways numbers flashing in bright red "8 o'clock am".

« Ugh » I groan as I run a shaky hand through my tousled hair making more knots. Mumbling i sit up in bed and notice that the warm body that i had the pleasure to feel yesterday was gone. I look down at the blanket pooled around my hips before reaching over to the night stand and grabbing my glasses. I fumble out of bed stretching the kinks that developed over night as i head to the bathroom. I enter the bathroom, grimacing at Hermione's bad taste for bathroom wallpaper when something catches my eyes. I look closely before snatching the offending object.

'Harry look at what i found!' a voice said with obvious mischief and glee.

'Oh buggers, don't tell me you bought some anti-muggle contraption again' another voice groaned.

'I didn't! Now look at this' the voice said with growing impatience.

'That's-'

'Yes, that's the golden boy, toothbrush edition.' The voice said with an evident smirk.

'. . . Don't tell me you're going to use that.'

'Of course I am! The little bugger cost me much more than it should. . . and anyway now i can say I'm a true Harry Potter fan.'

'Why do you need that to prove it when you have the real person in front of you?' The other voice asked in mild amusement and anxiety.

'Jealous are we now?' The voice said full of love.

I shake my head erasing all the laughter from my mind as I re-opened my eyes not even sure why I had closed them in the first place. Chucking the toothbrush in the bin without a second glance I made my way towards the shower, but not before catching the pained and lonely look my eyes held in the mirror.

« Harry, I'm so glad you're awake. » Michael said joyfully as he placed he cup of tea on the table. « I wasn't sure if you had work today bu- »

« Thank you » Harry mumbled as he sat at the table ignoring the pouting look Michael was giving him.

« You're welcome » Michael replied after a short pause before rambling on and on. The words flew through his mind, neither grasping nor comprehending the information sent towards him. He would nod and make a non-committal grunt when there was a pause just to be polite but he couldn't give a rats ass on what happened at Mathew? Mike? Aaah Michael's job.

« Harry did you hear me? » Michael asked snapping his fingers in front of Harry's face.

« Err no sorry I was just thinking. » Harry finished lamely.

« Well maybe this will grasp your attention » Michael said as he slapped down a white envelope in front of Harry before getting up from the table to wash the dishes.

'Why is he still here?'was the only thing that flitted through my mind behore I sighed. Looking down I picked up the envelope. I touched it feeling a nostalgic emotion pass through me before turning it over.

Scrubbing the dishes and huffing twice more, Michael decided he had pouted enough and that Harry was now ready to listen to him with his full attention because everything that he said was important now that they were going out.

« So like I was sayin- »

« Michael who gave this to you? » Harry asked interrupting him again. Sighing patiently to himself he turned around.

« Well about 30 minutes before you woke up, some bloke came to the house asking for you. So I told him you were still in bed and i didn't know when you were going to wake up. So he reached into his coat and took out this envelope and gave it to me saying he was an . . . acquaintance of yours and he was here to give you a letter. I took the letter and told him I'd give it to you when you woke up, then he left. » Michael concluded shrugging.

« And . . . er . . . did he say who he was? »

« Well he seemed suspicious so I asked him who I should say came to give this letter and he said: Draco Malfoy. »