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AN: Hey everyone. Just wanted to tell you that I have a new story up if you didn't know already. It's a crossover of the anime series Blood+ and the animated cartoon Teen Titans. Check it out when you get the chance and tell me what you think. There has been a small change in the name of this story if you haven't noticed. In this chapter I will use a lot of Al Bhed, so have your translators ready!
Disclaimer: This is getting really annoying but I do not own them.
"Talk"
'Thought'
"Al Bhed"
A Summoner's Sadness
Chapter 4
Harry had a relatively peaceful night of sleep. When he was put to bed he was practically shaking with excitement at what the next day would bring, but as soon as his head hit the pillow he was sound asleep. He figured it was because it had been stressful day, not only for him, but for Lulu as well. He rose from his cot and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Looking around, he saw that Lulu was not inside the hut, but there was breakfast already cooked and two plates of it were placed on the table. Assuming that one of the plates was his, he slowly crawled out of his bed and sluggishly sat at the table to eat.
After he was finished, he found he had much more energy than he had before. He cleaned up his mess and decided to get dressed for the day. He put on the same clothes he had worn the day before. As he finished putting on his shoes, the flap door opened and in entered Lulu, followed by Summoner Aberforth.
The tall old man walked over to Harry, who simply stared at him as he advanced. The elder stopped in front of the boy and Harry immediately felt immense intimidation as this man towered over his puny form.
Aberforth's aged eyes crinkled as a smile crossed his face. He crouched down so he was eye to eye with Harry. Harry stared mesmerized at how bright blue the elder's eyes were. They were almost like the sea itself.
"Harry?" Harry shook his head slightly as he focused on the whole man in front of him, curious at what the Summoner had to say. "Lulu has told me something that has surprised me greatly. I may have to change your curriculum for now until I'm done teaching you this."
Harry looked confusedly at him, "And what's that, Mr. Dumbledore?"
"That both of your parents were wizards. And that you are part of the famous Potter family, known to have also the famous Alexander Potter within the lineage; the one who had supposedly killed Voldemort at the age of one."
Harry lowered his head to hide his disappointment. Now that the man knew of his older twin, he would not teach him; he would teach his brother. Alex after all did seem the more worthy one to learn from Aberforth the art of Summoning (whatever that was) than Harry was. Harry tried to conceal his tears but still a few fell from his eyes.
"Harry?" Aberforth whispered worriedly. He had seen the tears and was perplexed about what had caused them.
Harry looked into Aberforth's face, his eyes a brighter hue of green as they overflowed with more tears. He held an extremely sad face that made him look much older than he actually was and this worried Aberforth greatly.
Aberforth set a gentle hand on Harry's shoulder. "Harry? Harry… what is wrong, child?"
Harry sniffed and he brought a sleeve to his face to dry his cheeks. "You d-don't want to t-teach me anymore, d-do you?" he asked miserably. He should have known not to get his hopes up. Nobody would ever see him for anything but the younger twin of the boy-who-lived, Alex Potter, theless important one…
Aberforth's eyes widened before they softened in understanding. He had an inkling that something like this had happened. Harry's parents must have neglected him in favor of taking better care of their other son, Alex. Aberforth could sort of understand Harry's feelings. He knew what it felt like to have a brother who seemed to be more important to the world than him. He had felt this same sort of jealousy and yearning to be as popular and famous as his older brother. But over the years he had gotten over it and he and his brother became the best of friends. Aberforth shook his head before he went too far down memory lane to focus back on the distraught youngster in front of him.
"That is utter nonsense, child." Harry's eyes widened at this statement.
"What?"
Aberforth gave him a warm smile, "Harry, I do not care about your past or who you're related to. And if you truly don't want to go home, I won't make you. This information has only given me an inclination to teach you something different before I teach you the art of Summoning."
Harry sniffed away his tear and let loose a sigh of wonderful relief. He thought of Aberforth's words and tilted his head in confusion. "And what's that?"
Aberforth's smile grew wider as he replied, "Magic."
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Three Years Later
Peter Pettigrew was found in an alley by a young muggle couple who had been walking home from a dinner date, beaten half to death. He was surprisingly still conscious when foundand was most certainly not in his right mind as he kept muttering erratically as tears fell down his cheeks, "My lord… I have failed you… Forgive me my lord…" over and over again. The couple had to get him medical help. He was sent to the nearest muggle hospital for immediate medical attention. One of the nurses who worked there had been a witch, who had decided to work at a muggle-hospital and had also helped with the bandaging of Pettigrewandrecognized him right away from all of the wanted posters. As soon as she was free she went to the first fireplace she could find to alert the ministry of the known death eater's whereabouts. Some Ministry aurors were sent to the hospital by order of the Minister himself to make sure that what they had been told was true. After an identity check, they confirmed that the man was the Peter Pettigrew, the one who had betrayed the Potter family for his master, Lord Voldemort, over seven years ago. Pettigrew was shipped off to a containment cell deep within the Ministry to not only heal but to also await his trial. The Minister agreed that they would not have the trial until Pettigrew was healed and was able to attend.
Pettigrew, being the coward he was, decided to delay the inevitable event in which he would be found guilty. He faked most of his ailmentsand even went as far as hurting himself so that his trial would be delayed further, but after a month, he was caught in the act. Fudge then decided that the trial could not be put off anymore, so they had it regardless of how well Pettigrew was.
The trial lasted exactly twenty minutes and of course, Peter was found guilty of every charge that was given to him. For his betrayal against the Potter Family and his part in the almost death of said family as well as being guilty for being a Death Eater, Pettigrew was given the Dementor's Kiss, which was given to him right in the courtroom.
When the verdict became public to the European populace, there were sounds of celebration everywherefor they believed that it was a right end for the coward. The family had had a small partywith their friends, to which all but Lupin who had been invited had attended. Lupin himself was relieved and happy to know that Pettigrew wouldn't be able to cause anymore trouble for anyone ever again. It helped to ease the pain. It was the only thing recently that had lifted his spirits just a tiny fraction, but he felt that there still was no reason to celebrate.
After all, last year was the year that the Ministry had decided to call off the search for Harrison James Potter. Lupin was forced to stop his searching as well after it started to horribly affect his health. Lupin still did not want give up hope. He just had this feeling that his godson was still alive and well. He was just somewhere that no one could find him; not even him.
'He would be eight by now. His birthday was a few months ago. Along with Alex's.'
Speaking of the Potter family…
Lily and James still seemed to be regretful of their actions and worried for their son, Harry, but they were putting up a happy front for their children.
In the three years of Harry's disappearance, the Potter's gained another son who wasnow three years old. He was born with his mother's auburn hair and his father's brown eyes. Unlike his older brother, who was a social butterfly, Layth Potter was a very shy boy who didn't really speak to people besides his parents and older brother. He usually just stayed with his mother when they went shopping instead of exploring with his eight-year-old brother, Alex.
And surprisingly enough, they had another one on the way. A girl, if Lupin could remember clearly. It looked like they were still going to go through with their choice of having a big family, despite it never being truly whole without their little Harrison with them.
'They finally appreciate him, although it is far too late for that. I just hope if he is ever found that Lily and James will finally treat him with the same love and care that they give to Alex.'
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An eight-year-old Harrison Potter was sitting on the dock of the Besaid Island port, looking into the vast oceanic horizon, truly wondering what else of Spira was out there. All around him, activity of putting storage onto a ship and getting the ship underway was happening. Harry stood up and looked at the huge ship before him. He just couldn't believe that he was finally going to see the world of Spira outside of Besaid. But after all, that was what his teacher had told him he needed.
Flashback (Two Week Ago)
"Incendio!" Harry shouted, brandishing his wand at the azul flan that sat before him. The creature burst into flames and screeched in pain before decomposing into nothing but streams of light.
Harry couldn't help but jump in joy as he finally was able to successfully cast the Incendio spell. His eyes glittered in happiness as he looked behind him to look at his teacher, wanting for his approval to see if he had done well.
"Very well done, Harry!" Aberforth walked toward the young boy, stooping to his level. The boy had grown a few centimeters but was still small for his age of eight years old. Aberforth banished these thoughts to finish what he was going to say. "I think that you are ready."
Harry's face turned from happy to confusion, his head cocked to the side as he asked, "Ready for what?"
"Well, I have been seeing how well you have been learning under me for these three years now. You are far from being finished your magical education… but I think that it is about thatto start… branching out."
"What does that mean, Teacher?" Harry had long ago given Aberforth this name. After a few months, "Mr. Dumbledore" seemed too awkward to say all the time so by the age of six, Harry had settled on simply calling him "Teacher."
"I think that it's time you see the world of Spira outside this small island."
Harry's eyes widened in astonishment at this announcement, "R-really, Teacher?!"
"Yes."
Harry whooped in excitement and jumped into Aberforth's arms, theold man chuckling before pulling the boy into a hug.
End of Flashback
Harry smiled at the memory. He looked down at the wand that was in a holster, strapped securely to his belt. It was really his wand; it had been Teacher's; but seeing as Teacher had his staff as a wonderful substitute, he gave his wand to Harry to learn spells until Harry got his own staff.
He took out from under his shirt a necklace. A simple necklace that had a silver wolf with amber jewels for eyes, kept together with single silver chain. It was still in beautiful condition, most likely magicked to stay unscratched and kept clean of rust. It would have seemed confusing to have some frivolous thing but even from the day that he had gotten it three years ago to this very day, it still held sentimental value in Harry's heart. He squeezed it in his hand as a small wave of sadness washed over him like the waves of the sea lapping against the shore.
He really did miss him. And there were times when he wished he could see his godfather again. But then he was reminded of what he would have to go through if he ever did return. His parents probably didn't even care that he was gone. They probably thought of the situation as if a large burden had been taken off their shoulders.
'Well, they won't have to worry about that because I'm never going back there. Never…' He squashed his sadness harshly to the back of his mind as he stuffed the necklace back under his shirt.
That's when he realized that his mother… his surrogate mother, Lulu, was walking towards him.
She still looked the same as she had three years ago. She treated Harry with motherly care, even scolding him when he did wrong. She had become so much like a how true mother should be that by the time Harry turned seven, he started calling her "Mother". Lulu didn't seem to mind much about the name; in fact she was quite touched that he would give her such a title and call her such so willingly.
Harry ran over to his mother and gave her as much of a hug as he could, as he was still quite small. He felt great warmth in his heart when Lulu returned his hug and his already visible smile grew larger in his happiness. He had never been happier with anyone (except for one) but Lulu, his mother.
Lulu pulled Harry in front of him as she bent down slightly to look Harry in the eyes. "The boat's almost ready to ship off. We should get going." She offered her hand, which Harry eagerly took and allowed Harry to lead her towards the stern. They walked to the top level of the S.S. Liki. Lulu sat on a crate and watched as Harry paced around, stopping frequently to look down at the deck or bow to watch the busy workmen as they prepped the ship or to look at the ocean view from as many different angles as he could.
Lulu was getting tired just watching him.
"Harry, sit down. The boat won't move any sooner if you keep moving around like that." Harry glanced at her before walking briskly to her side and sitting on another crate. His energy could not be lowered however as he started drumming the heels of his shoes against the side of the box, swinging his legs rapidly.
Lulu shook her head at her son's hyper behavior. "You're going to work yourself into a fit if you keep it up…" she said teasingly as she raised her sleeve to hide her smile.
"Oh but mother, I just can't help it!" Harry jumped off the crate and twirled around to look into his mother's red eyes. "I'm so excited! This will be the-"
"The first time you've ever left the island. Yes, I know."
Harry crossed his arms in a pout. "How did you know I was gonna say that?" He asked.
"You've been saying it nonstop for two whole weeks. It would be surprising if I didn't know what you were going to say."
Harry seemed to be giving this some thought before shrugging it off his mind. He had more important things to think about; like all the places that he wouldhave to see. One place that he was jumping to see was the famous Blitzball stadium in Luca. Wakka was constantly talking about the game and Harry had to admit, that after hearing of the rules and how it is played, he thought it had to be a very exciting game to watch. He couldn't wait to see for himself. Wakka had promised him that he would teach him how to play when he got older as well. That was another thing he was looking forward to.
Truthfully, Wakka and he had not got along at first. Scratch that, Wakka didn't like him at all. At first he thought of Harry as 'the brat that almost got them in jail' and avoided the boy as much as possible. But after witnessing a scene where Harry was playing with the other village children, he realized that Harry was a rather charming and sweet kid. After that Harry and Wakka had been good friends. Wakka was always teaching him about the game of Blitzball and Harry started to look at him as anolder brother (he was too immature to be seen as a father).
When Wakka had found out that Harry was leaving for Kilika and then going to Luca, he immediately volunteered to come on the trip. He had promised the kid that he would teach him to really play Blitzball; in a real Blitzball field.
Speak of the devil. Loud footsteps coming up the stairs alerted the two that someone was advancing. Fiery red hair came into view and they knew immediately who it was: Wakka.
"Ay, we ready to set sail?" He asked as he advanced towards Harry.
"You bet!" Harry yelled ecstatically. He pumped a fist into the air to emphasize his point.
"Now that's what I like to hear!" Wakka laughed. He glanced over at Lulu who still had her smiled covered. "What? You ain't ready to leave?"
Lulu returned her hand to her lap as she replied, "Oh I am. Trust me…"
Right at that moment, the aged figure of Dumbledore came up. "Ah… I knew I'd find you three up here."
"Teacher!" Harry exclaimed as he ran towards. He stopped a couple meters before and successfully gave the Yevonite prayer before rushing in to give the man a hug.
Lulu was watched proudly as Harry returned to her side. There weren't that many children Harry's age that knew how or had the patience to do the Yevonite Prayer but Harry had learned it within only a few months of starting his magical studies. Just more proof of how hard he had worked to get to this point.
She was interrupted from her thoughts as the boat gave a fierce jerk to symbolize that vessel was now moving. Harry jumped from the sudden movement before realizing that they were moving. He ran down the stairs and to the stern, avoiding the workers and other passengers as he sped by. He skidded to stop and lurched over the side to watch the waves of water and as they lapped against the front of the boat as it moved forward. He looked into the horizon, relishing in the feel of the wind hitting his face.
He smiled broadly, 'Kilika Island, here we come.'
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"Harry we're here. Time to wake up." Came his mother's whispered words in his ears. Harry cracked opened his eyes tiredly to look into bright red ones. Harry focused on his other's face as a whole to see her smiling at him.
He smiled up at her as he stretched where he lay. He looked out the cabin window and saw that it was a new sunny day. "Okay, I'm up." He murmured. Though as soon as those words left his mouth he rolled over and closed his eyes.
Lulu shook her head. "Come on, Harry. Don't you want to see Kilika Village? There's someone here I want you to meet."
Harry simply waved a hand lazily to show that he had heard before snuggling deeply into his warm sheets to gain more shut-eye.
Lulu huffed at the boy's behavior before grabbing at the sheets and ripping them roughly from his person.
Feeling the cold morning air breathe over him, Harry immediately curled his body for warmth. He cracked open a eye to see that the woman had taken the sheets from him and was standing a good distance away in case he tried to take them back. He sighed sullenly at the sleep that was robbed from him before crawling out his cot. He fell none-too-gracefully onto the floor before slowly rising to feet. He was still in the clothes that he had departed in so he simple put on his socks and shoes as Lulu watched. Lulu patiently waited for him as he got ready for the day and opened the door for him as they walked out of the cabin and walked upstairs to the deck.
The sun was high in the sky, showing Harry that it must be at least noon. 'Teacher let me sleep in.' He thought idly as he walked, his mother by his side, his hand in her hand.
They walked across the small drawbridge to the dock and that's when Harry got his first glimpse ofKilika Island.
It was small village, not that much different from Besaid. It sat on top of the water near the shore. It was made up of a lot of huts and was held up by nothing but man-made docks. Children played across these docks as if they were they weren't such an amazing thing to see. But for Harry, who had lived on land all his life, it was an incredible phenomenon never seen by him before.
Lulu looked down to see that Harry was struck speechless by the sight before him. She couldn't help but smile. After all these years,he was still as humble as ever when he sawnew things. She tapped his shoulderlightlyto get his attention, which she got right away after doing so. "Harry I'll be right back. I'm going to look for Wakka and your teacher. Just wait here a moment, okay?" she said.
Harry nodded swiftly before turning his gaze back to the village and the people walking through it. Lulu let go of his hand before walking away.
There was silence for the first few minutes of her absence in which Harry simply studied the entirety of his surroundings, trying to memorize every nook and cranny. He was so enthralled in his activities that he did not notice as a young girl with golden locks walked up behind him.
The girl stopped behind him and in a shushed voice spoke in his ear, "Boo."
Harry jumped in frightbefore brandishing his wand and pointing it right in the girl's face. The girl focused her green swirly eyes at the wand pointed at her nose. She couldn't help but giggle at the seemingly normal stick before pushing it from pointing at her face to the floor. "Hello to you, too." She giggled again she watched the boy put the wand back up his sleeve.
"How's a stick 'sposed to hurt me?" The girl asked. She crossed her arms and looked at the boy incredulously.
Harry looked down at his shoes, trying to avoid contact with girl. He was still incredibly shy when it came to meeting new people. Actually, he was quite withdrawn with most people except with his mother, his teacher, and Wakka. "It's not a stick. It's a wand." He mumbled under his breath, yet somehow the girl could hear him loud and clear. At the word of it being a wand, the girl squealed excitedly.
"A wand?! Well, that must mean you know magic. You're a wizard right. That could only be the reason why you have a wand, right? Wow! We don't get a lot of those anywhere nowadays. And I should know since I travel all the time with my dad! Where ya from? Why ya in a tiny village like this? How old are you?" The girl's mouth started to run 60 miles per hour in her excitement and Harry could barely keep up with her.
Harry tried to answer as many questions as he could though, "I-I'm from B-Besaid Island. My teacher is visiting someone from here so he took me along. I-I'm eight…"
"You're eight?! Me too! I'm Rikku by the way." She seemed to calm a fraction as she introduced herself, "What's your name?"
"H-Harry." Harry learned a long time ago that not many people in Spira had a last name, or if they did they didn't use it much, so he decided that he would not use his when asked his name. Rikku offered her hand and Harry shook it slowly before quickly letting go.
As Harry looked up, he noticed that Rikku wasn't like any of the girls on Besaid. Unlike most girls, where he saw them usually wearing a robe and sandals, she wore a pair of battle trousers and shirt with simple dark brown boots. She looked like she was dressed to just have adventure after adventure. She was a fairly pretty girl with tanned skin and sun-kissed hair that fell to her shoulders. Two colorful pins held one side of bangs from her face. She had a big cheerful grin on her face as she simply jumped and bubbled with happiness and joy. The thingthat captivated Harry the most about her were her eyes. They were a shade of forest green that seemed to have power swirling in their depths.
She seemed to be special compared to the people that Harry hadmet and before he could stop himself, he asked, "What are you?" he winced at how that came out, but the girl didn't seem to mind.
"I'm Al Bhed." She frowned and gave him a wary look, "But I probably shouldn't be telling you this. You're not anAl Bhed-hater, are you?"
Harry's eyes widened at the accusatory question before he spluttered out an answer, "H-how can I h-hate something I know nothing about?! What's an Al Bhed?"
Rikku looked around nervously before beckoning him to come closer, which Harry did willingly. She put a hand to her mouth and whispered in his ear, "It's a special race in Spira. There aren't that many of us compared to the rest Spira, though."
Harry backed away, "That's sounds cool, but why would I hate you for being an Al Bhed?"
"Because lots of people hate us."
"But why?" Harry asked earnestly, honestly wanting to know why Rikku's people were hated. Rikku seemed like a very nice person and was bright as the sun. Why would someone hate someone like her?
Rikku was about to answer when the deep bellow of a man broke out close by, "Drana oui yna, Rikku! E fyc muugehk vun oui! Ur, yht E caa oui'ja ymnayto syta y vneaht!"
Rikku looked around and her eyes landed on a man that was walking towards them, Harry's Teacher walking right next to him. Rikku eyes lit up at the sight of him and yelled ecstatically, "Byby!" She ran towards the man to envelopehim in a quick hug before letting goand rambleoff in that strange language. Harry had never heard anything like it. "…sykel yht rec hysa'c Harry yht ra'c so yka!" Rikku stopped momentarily so this man could seemingly appraise Harry's appearance in silence. Harry instantly felt self-conscious as he was being studied.
The man smirked at the boy's shyness, before looking Aberforth and saying, "Cu drec ec ouin ybbnahdela?"
Aberforth smiled proudly down at Harry before responding fluently in whatever language they were speaking, "Oac, ra ec."
The man's smirk turned into a full grown mischievousgrin before saying, "Clnyfho meddma nihd, yeh'd ra?" He chuckled throatily at whatever he said while Rikku's cheeks puffed up in irritation.
"ByBy! Dryd'c hud hela!" she yelled indignantly (Harry was thoroughly confused by this point).
"Frydajan. Ed'c hud mega ra lyh ihtancdyht ic. Lyh ra, Aberforth?" he said replied as he turned once again to Aberforth, seeming to want an answer.
"Hu ra tuac hud, Cid. Pid E tu bmyh uh daylrehk res. E zicd teth'd drehg ra fuimt saad oui ihdem silr mydan."
Rikku scoffed at whatever Harry's teacher had said before turning back to Harry and speaking in English again, "Harry, this is my Papa, Cid. Don't mind him. He's just being rude."
"Huh?" Harry said confusedly, obviously not getting anything out of that conversation.
"Oh yeah you can't speak Al Bhed yet. Don't worry. You'll learn it soon enough." Shesaid with an encouraging smile.
"Wait," Harry said, "Didn't you just say that the Al Bhed were a race of people?"
"Yes I did, but we also have our own language. We call that Al Bhed, too."
Harry mouth formed a 'o' as he finally understood. So they were speaking Al Bhed, a language that he had yet to learn… and Rikku's father had said something rude about him according to Rikku… Wait… What!
"What did he say about me?!" Harry blurted out as he looked at the man in question.
Before Rikku could answer the man yelled, "That you're a scrawny little runt! That's what I said!" He puffed out his chest arrogantly as he continued, "What are you gonna do about it, pipsqueak?" He looked down at Harry with a daring smirk.
At the question, Harry's immediately looked down at his shoes, truly not wanting to cause any trouble so early in his visit in this new place. He couldn't really argue with him either. He was rather small, although heloathed admitting it. He hadn't really grown much in these three years, maybe a few centimeters, but that was all. 'I am a pipsqueak…' Harry let out a forlorn sigh at this thought and looked more depressed than before.
"Papa! Leave him alone!" Rikku shrieked leaving her father's side to join Harry. As Rikku attempted to cheer the distraught lad up, Aberforth began to speak quietly to Cid.
"Oui cruimt naymmo hud tu dryd, Cid. Ra ec uhmo lremt yht rec camv-acdaas ec nydran muf." He admonished lightly.
Cid scoffed and said, "Famm, fruca vyimd ec dryd?"
Aberforth's face became very grave as he replied, "Rec bynahdc'…"
That wiped the smirk off of Cid face and he looked at the boy, who had gotten over his despair and was now happily chatting with his daughter. His face grew serious as he studied the two interacting with another, as he could not think of a retort to Aberforth words.
Aberforth sighed as he looked at his friend, "Muug... E crymm daylr res Al Bhed frah E kad dra lryhla. Oui haat hud funno."
That when Lulu appeared once again. "There you are. I've been looking for you two everywhere." Her voice drew the attention of everyone present. Harry's eyes lit up at the sight of her and ran to her in almost the same fashion that Rikku had done to Cid. The two shared a short hug before it was interrupted by the same bellowing voice of Cid.
"Ah Lulu! My voluptuous beauty! I see that the years have done nothing to your wonderful figure!"
Lulu frowned at the man and with a roll of her eyes said, "Hello, Cid."
"I see that you know little Harry."Hesaid sweetly.
Lulu glanced at Harry before smirking knowingly at Cid, "Why wouldn't I know him? I am his surrogate mother after all."
Cid seemed taken aback. Lulu had never seemed like the kind of person to care for a child. To let one call her "mother" was surely a big surprise. "Harry's your son?!"
"I adopted him three years ago so yes, he is my son." She rubbed the top of Harry's head affectionately.
Cid stumbled on his surprise as he said, "W-well, ya haven't met my daughter yet, have you?"
"Another one, Cid?" Lulu responded exasperatedly. She knew for a fact that he had at least nine boys. She also knew that Cid's wife had died at least six years ago from a machina accident. How could they have had another one in such short time?
"Well, ya know… Tetra and I had always wanted a girl. So we were gonna keeping trying til we got one." He chuckled and continued, "Lulu, I want ya to meet my daughter, Rikku."
Lulu turned to see a girl that was looking right up at her with a big smile on her face. 'She looks just like her mother…" She thought casually before saying, "Hello, Rikku." The little girl'ssmile was contagious and before she knew it, Lulu was smiling herself (albeit a small one).
"Hello Miss Lulu! You're very pretty!" The girl giggled and she started to fidget where she stood, obviously not used to standing in one place for too long.
"Why, thank you Rikku. That was very nice. You're obviously not anything like your father." Rikku disintegrated into peals of giggles at the joke at her father's expense and Lulu chortled lightly. Harry's smiled at the female's laughter.
"Hey hey hey!" Cid yelled, "Don't make fun of me!" He was ignored by the two girls as they just laughed harder. He turned his back on the two girls and sulked in silence.
Aberforth laughed lightly at his friends behavior before announcing, "This was rather fun but, I think it's time for us to go. How long are you two staying, Cid?"
"Just a few more days."
"Ah that's good, then Harry and Rikku can play another day then. We were planning on showing Harry almost all of Kilika Island anyway. See you then. Goodbye Rikku." And with that, Aberforth boarded the ship.
Taking the hint that it was probably time for Harry's studies, she extended her hand, which Harry took and started to lightly lead him to the ship. "Goodbye Rikku, Cid."
Harry looked back at Rikku as he got farther from her and shouted, "Yeah, see ya Rikku! Bye Mr. Cid!" Rikku returned the goodbye and ran off to play with someone else while Cid followed her.
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End of Chapter
AN: Wow. That was long. It was gonna be longer, but for my beta's sake (and mine). I decided to cut it off here and save it for the next chapter. I hope you like how I incorporated Rikku in the story. She'll play a bigger part so don't worry Rikku fans, you'll see more of her next chapter.
I'd like to thank Tishannia for betaing this chapter of mine. I'd also like to apologize for the torture I put her through by making her put up with all of my various grammar, punctuation, and tense mistakes, as well as my mistypes. Thanks agiain.