Govette has changed. Do you think her feelings have changed for Harry? )
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"Now," began Remus slowly, watching us for responses. I refused to look at Harry, my heart being torn. "We've brought you here, and made this dinner possible so you two would finally settle your differences…We couldn't get you to come together any way else.." I rolled my eyes, biting my tongue. I wanted to yell at Remus, tell him all the things that I hated about Harry, but they were lies. I didn't hate Harry. He looked lost, ringing his hands.
"We're sending you on a cross-country mission to find Draco Malfoy, the last death-eater not caught."
I scoffed. Of course. He'd be the one to get off scotch free, and with Daddy's money. I felt sick at the thought of the boy. He'd deteriorated when his father was thrown in jail, and when his mother ran off with a muggle, he'd lost it.
"Cross Country?" Harry spoke, furrowing his brow.
"Yes. Ireland, Germany, United States, he could be anywhere," Remus said softly. I wanted to escape now. My red dress with black straps was becoming uncomfortable. Especially since Harry seemed so interested in it, reaching out to the fabric and stroking it every so often. I slapped his hand away once or twice, before I finally let him touch the fabric. Remus smiled gently, almost worriedly.
"Please settle your differences." He asked.
Harry followed me as I walked out, quickly getting upon my motorcycle. I could really use a nice long ride. Harry rose a brow.
"You? Riding one of those?" He asked. I narrowed my eyes.
"I've changed a lot in three years, Harry. I'd hope you'd notice. I don't need you anymore. I could've found Malfoy on my own," I said, as I revved the engine, my hand gripping the brake.
"I'd expect you would have, but riding one of those deathwishes?" Harry replied, ignoring everything else I said.
"I am a deathwish, Potter." I said, as I swerved out into the street, speeding up quickly. As I skidded to a halt in front of my flat, I quickly masked my motorcycle.
Deryvn meowled at me angrily, before rubbing up against my legs.
"Kitty, I know I'm late. I got caught up at the dinner. You're probably hungry aren't you? Aren't you?" I cooed at the grey animal who meowed again, following me into the kitchen. I poured cat food into the black dish and set it down, rubbing behind Deryvn's ears before I moved to the bedroom, slipping off the dress and dressing in my auror gear. A dagger, a potion vial and my wand were strapped to my leg, over my black jeans, which lay over my black boots, my simple black tanktop covered by a heavy black robe, with two pistols hidden in the pockets, each one of them black and loaded. I slowly dialed the phone.
"Seamus? I hope you aren't too busy, could you come look after Deryvn for a couple weeks? I'm just going on a trip.." I said, quietly as bid him farewell and hung up the phone, staring at the door before I set out, petting Dervyn once or twice.
I saw Harry was dressed in the familiar gear, but he was missing the pistols.
"Weapons out," Remus said, and I took out the pistols, cocking them and firing two shots into the air, scaring Harry a bit with the sudden BANG! They let out. But we were in a silenced room. No one could hear from the outside. Putting them back inside my robes, I took out my dagger, throwing it at the wall, watching as it went all the way through to the hilt, and quivered gently, before I took it out and switched to my wand, waving it once or twice, conjuring a few butterflies.
"Now Harry, your weapons." Harry was done quicker than me, and he stared at me.
"You two will first be traveling to Surrey, and the catacombs under the city." I shuddered. Catacombs? God, no dead people, thanks. But I had to, and as I looked at Harry, I growled. I was determined to show him what I was made of.
I opened our room door. We'd begin the expedition tomorrow morning. I slid off my cloak, setting my pistols by the bedside and turning to Harry, who pulled off his shirt. I stared for a few minutes, and he grinned.
"I've changed also." He said, with a smirk as he began to undo his belt.
"Oh no. Keep your pants on, Potter." I said, as I sat down on the bed and unzipped my boots, setting them in the corner with a clunk.
"I don't need to see that much of how you've changed," I said as I adjusted my tanktop, drawing the curtains together, letting just a sliver of light in. Harry laid on the bed, and I moved to pull a pillow off my side, and Harry grabbed my wrist.
"No. Sleep with me." I scowled.
"Why should I?" I said, pulling my wrist out of his grip.
"I just want you to be comfortable."
I scowled, shaking my head. "I've slept on rock and dirt. Carpeted floor is a preference."
